Mercenary Tales 49.

Vexil. 

"Kill the one on the right" says Lord Farque who senses what's about to happen, while next to him, Dorc da Orc says "Huh?" followed by "What's that magicky shit on you?". 

As he looks at the red bands of energy that are wrapped around the undead warlord, from the top of his armoured legs, and up his heavily armoured torso. 

"Nothing" sourly says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who then nods his full helmed head to the front of the roof, of the church building they're on top of. 

The large ork looks that way, and though Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, can't actually sense magic before it happens like the lord of the death realm can do. He can smell it as it happens. 

So he's not surprised when four figures suddenly appear on top of the roof with them, on what's a cold and blustery winter's day here in the city of Vexil. 

"The cunt in the brown robes to the right" says the undead warlord who is also known by the name of Draugodrottin to the people of his lands. 

The large heavily armoured deathlord, who is speaking in the ork language, as he's want to do when he and Dorkindle are by themselves. 

Then dryly adds "Your other right" when he sees what the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world is about to do. 

The ork warleader, who was given that title and position by Lord Farque himself a number of years ago grunts, changes target, and does what he excels at, killing. 

Deacon Motis, is the most powerful magic using priest in the church of Famal, with the exception of the high priest himself, and of course the commander of the military arm of the church, cleric commander Omarc. 

The church deacon ignoring the advice of the group who came to the church for assistance in locating and destroying the two individuals they're after. 

And while commander Omarc was busy, hurriedly gathering other fighting clerics in the church grounds. 

The deacon of the church of Famal here in the capital city of Vexil, along with those magic using priests closest to him, quickly acted. 

And after appearing out in the square, which is surrounded by churches and temples, here in this part of the city. 

One of church laymen who had rushed out to the square, spotted the two they're after, up on the roof of the church of Maëlle, the human goddess of seasonal renewal. 

The church deacon is just glad the two of them are not on the roof of the church further to the right, across a lane, and at the southeast corner of the square. 

A dark ominous looking building, clearly designed and built away from any of the other churches and temples here in this part of the city. 

Even though one of those they're after is unclean, the church of Famal's way of describing anyone or thing that's undead or similar. 

Even he'd be reluctant, if he's honest with himself, he wouldn't go over to that particular dark, brooding looking building. The headquarters of the church of Madau, the death god. 

So Motis has no fear, or qualms with what's about to happen. He casts his most powerful spell, a holding of the undead spell. 

Which with the vast bulk of his considerable powers, works when he casts it at the large, heavily armoured figure up on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

He gives an order to one of the other magic using priests, and before that particular practitioner of magic teleports all four of them and they disappear. 

Motis the deacon of the church of Famal here in the city of Vexil says "Kill the ork" then in tone of confidence, says "And then we'll destroy the unclean". 

When they appear on the rooftop of the church of Maëlle, there's that brief moment of hesitation that nearly all endure after being teleported. 

And in that brief moment, the church deacon sees the large ork, which is a hell of a lot bigger than he thought they were, now that he sees it in person. 

Pulling back it's right arm and hand, in which it's holding a rather thick, not to mention a very long spear. 

The big brutish looking creature then flings his arm forward, and throws the long spear at his intended target. 

Deacon Motis can cast more than one spell at once, and since he's continually casting the holding spell upon the large, heavily armoured figure to the right of the ork. 

And the church deacon does have a shield up around himself, for protection. Unfortunately that's exactly what it is, a protection spell. 

And for all his considerable power, Motis the deacon of the church of Famal in Vexil. Doesn't have the ability to cast three spells at once. Very few spellcasters do. 

Because if he was able to cast a barrier spell right now, that type of shield spell would sure come in handy about now. As that would stop pretty much any type of physical attack upon himself. 

Such as a very large and heavy spear being thrown at him, with force by a rather large, and strong specimen of the ork race. 

And in a brief instant, Motis the deacon of the church of Famal in Vexil realizes his mistake in acting quickly. 

Dorc da Orc grunts in satisfaction as he sees his long spear he's just thrown, slam into the churchman in the brown robes on the right, go almost through him, pick him up off the roof with force, propelling his already dead body off the rooftop they're on. 

"He dead" chortles Dorkindle as he watches the priest he's just killed go sailing off the rooftop on this cold and blustery winter's day here in the capital of the city-state of Vexil. 

Next to the ork weaponsmith, the red bands of magical energy disappear from around Lord Farque. 

Who behind the faceplate of his full helm, wryly smiles to himself as he senses what's about to happen next. 

I wouldn't do that, Draugodrottin thinks to himself, who slightly shakes his head as he watches what's about to transpire. 

Next to the undead warlord, the warleader of the ork race frowns as he feels something ticklish inside of his head. The large ork grins, then laughs as he realizes what it is. 

One of the three remaining magic using priests casts. It's the middle one. For he suddenly starts projectile vomiting, turning his head and spewing all over his fellow churchman to his left. 

The priest in the middle unfortunately cast a spell upon Dorc da Orc, a spell upon the large ork's mind. 

And Dorkindle like all orks is naturally immune to magic and spell craft upon the mind. Giving those unfortunate enough to do so, a rather nasty surprise. 

Which has happened right now to the member of the church of Famal in the middle. Who after projectile vomiting with a fair bit of force. 

Topples over unconscious, which is the usual result when someone is unlucky enough to cast upon an ork's mind. 

Without waiting, Lord Farque takes a throwing hammer from the back of Dorc da Orc's weapon harness. 

And he throws the heavy hammer with force, striking the third of the magic using priests. Whose headless body drops to the rooftop when his entire head disappears in a spray of bone and brain matter after being struck by the heavy ork weapon. 

The remaining priest from the church of Famal, is throwing up himself as he tries to wipe the vomit off him that his fellow clergyman spewed over him. 

He's too caught up in his own little situation, to see what's happening. He also doesn't notice Lord Farque walk quickly towards him. 

And only realizes he's in peril when the undead warlord grabs him, picks him up, and throws him off the building, far. 

They watch the priest go flying off the building, a good sixty to seventy feet, to hit the ground, with his body making a bloody smear in the large square. 

"I told that damn deacon to wait" says the wizard Margin with a shake of his head in disgust, he adds "And now the fool is dead". 

The elven maiden Salinéll sourly smiles as she nods in agreement with the wizard in the dark red robes. 

The group are standing in the shadow of a church on the northwest corner of the large square, here in this part of the city of Vexil. 

"Now what?" asks Jarkellé the elven warden as they watch the large heavily armoured figure of the undead being step back out of view on the roof of the church of Maëlle, which is on the opposite side of the large square. 

"We wait" says Salinéll the elven maiden, who follows that with "We can't do anything until these damn clergymen take out that thing". 

"Speaking of the clergy" quietly says Gillomōnt the other elven warden, who nods his head back to the side street to their left. 

The rest of them look that way, and see the cleric commander Omarc leading a large group from the grounds of the church of Famal. 

There's over a dozen other fighting clerics with him, and as many magic using priest. One of whom is the high priest of Famal in Vexil. 

As both Salinéll and the wizard Margin can sense how powerful the head of the church of Famal in Vexil is. 

There's more than double of that in church guards, as they hurry into the square, where there's already a number of their church members. Many of whom are at the church of Maëlle. 

Their appearance earlier, and the amount of casting that's been going on. Has garnered the attention of others whose churches and temples surround the large square, or whose church grounds are adjacent to it. 

And there's more than a few clerics, priests and the like looking around wondering what's happening. 

They quickly find out when members of the church of Famal call out to them, telling them who and what they're after, here on this cold and blustery winter's day in the city of Vexil. 

"Come on, let's follow them" quietly says Salinéll the elven magic user, who quietly continues on with "If we get the chance, we'll snatch it if they're able to drive him back to whatever hell it's from". 

"We should be able to destroy it's body if they're return it to the realm of the dead" quietly says Margin the wizard as they head out into the square. 

"I think?" continues the practitioner of magic in the dark red robes, who is a Vexilian and knows this part of the city well. "Not really an expert on the undead" adds the wizard who is a fairly powerful spellcaster. 

Salinéll nods her head in agreement with him, then she quietly tells the rest of the group as they hurry across the large square "Remember, I want that fucking ork". 

She briefly pauses, and with a sneer of anger upon her beautiful, and youthful looking face, continues with "He has to pay in blood and pain, and suffering for what he did" . . . . . .