Mercenary Tales 50.

The City-State Of Vexil. 

They attack, not all at once. As they realize the futility of that. Instead they attack in waves, and from different directions. 

And even when they do, Lord Farque along with Dorc da Orc defeat anyone who comes up against them. And in defeat, I mean kill. 

The undead warlord who ignores holding spell after holding spell cast against him. Snaps the neck of a young fighting cleric. Then throws the body at a priest who has just appeared upon the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

The large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque narrows his eyelids as he wonders what the two most powerful magic users in the church of Famal are waiting for. As either one has a pretty good chance of holding him completely still. 

The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who senses both men down in the square below, spins and kicks a fighting cleric who has just appeared behind him, in the side. 

Sending the cleric, whose ribs are shattered, and internal organs turned to pulp by the power of the kick through his now ripped apart steel breastplate, cartwheeling off the side of the roof. 

Then the lord of the death realm who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands also know him by, slightly nods his full helmed head. 

"So that's what they're waiting for" mutters Lord Farque who suddenly senses other powerful practitioners of magic from nearby churches and temples have entered the frey, and got involved in what's happening here on this cold and blustery winter's day in the city of Vexil. 

"Hell" mutters Beldane the cleric as he stands in the shadow of one of the nearby churches that surrounds the large square. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine has a clear view of the church of Maëlle, on top of which is Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc. 

The powerful spellcaster who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, winces as he sees a priest in the church of Famal, come to a horrible end at the hands of Dorc da Orc. 

The big burly ork, who was hit square in the chest at point blank range by a force spell of some kind, and barely staggered back a step due to the armour he wears over his chest and ample stomach. 

A black natural looking piece of armor, that Beldane knows is a scale of a dragon. Which protects the large ork from pretty much anything from the mundane to the magical. 

Grabbed a hold of the stunned priest, who was more than a little surprised his spell was so ineffective. 

And bit the poor man's face off, from above the nose to the chin, taking most of his lower jaw off too. 

The ork warleader then picked up the faceless man, and threw him at what was briefly an empty spot about fifteen feet away to his right. 

Which is where another priest in the church of Famal suddenly appeared, and was knocked out, by the impact of the now dead body thrown by the large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque. 

Beldane looks over to where he can see the group, or most of them at least, who he, Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc have been searching for. 

The fighting priest in the church of Glaine knows that they're definitely waiting for an opening, as it seems they're intent of confronting the lord of the death realm and the ork weaponsmith too. 

The fighting cleric who figures the head of the church of Famal, along with the cleric commander of that very same church, are waiting for the same thing. 

Mutters "Oh hell" as he sees that others from some of the churches and temples that surround the large square, are now getting involved in what's essentially a battle, here in this part of the city that's the capital of Vexil. 

Beldane will wait himself, hopefully for a brief lull in the ever increasing battle, before he too acts and gets involved with what's happening. 

Draugodrottin or Des'tier which is Lord Farque's elven name, a name that means The Destroyer. Moves quickly to his right, and takes a throwing axe from the back of Dorc da Orc's weapon harness. 

The large ork who over the years of knowing and fighting alongside the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, barely even grunts as the lord of the death realm takes one of his weapons. 

Which would normally result in the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, completely losing it, and going madder then he already is, if it was someone else who attempted to take one of his weapons. 

The warleader of the ork race does grunt a little more loudly, and hisses when the large heavily armoured deathlord shoves him away to one side. 

And in shove, I mean fling. As Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, goes flying about thirty feet to one side, and slides to a stop on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

Just then Lord Farque is struck by bolts of lightning, or what appear to be lightning. Which hit him from the front, from behind, and the sides, as well from the wintery sky above. 

As the large heavily armoured deathlord ignores the multiple strikes of lightning that's just hit him. And as Dorc scrambles to get up. The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque throws the axe he took from the ork warleader's weapon harness. 

Des'tier throws the axe so hard and with so much force, it easily goes through the shields, both protection and barrier spells of the head of one of the nearby churches who has suddenly appeared on top of the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

The high priest is cut in two at more or less the waist, both halves topple to the roof, as the thrown axe continues on it's way. And slams into another priest who has suddenly appeared. 

And hits him so hard, the top half of his chest, and much of his head, shatters apart, as he goes flying backwards off the front of the roof of the church building the fighting is taking place on. 

Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal winces and shares a look with the high priest of his church after they sensed what just happened on top of the roof of the church of Maëlle, which they're standing in front of. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who is the commander of the military arm of the church of Famal here in the city of Vexil, is just about to say something to the high priest of his church. 

When one of the others gives a warning, and they all hurry back a number of steps. Just then a dead body, missing most of its chest and head. Slams down into the part of the square, where they were just standing. 

"Fuck" mutters Omarc the cleric commander of the church of Famal in the city of Vexil, who then looks up to the roof where the utter chaos is taking place. 

He and the others can't see the unclean or the large ork with it at the moment. But they can definitely sense those of their church up there confronting them. 

Along with others from nearby churches and temples, who have now got involved in what's happening here on this cold and blustery winter's day in the city of Vexil. 

He looks over at the high priest again, who he finds is looking straight at him, the cleric commander nods his head when the leader of the church of Famal in Vexil says to him "The more of the others attack them, the better". 

The cleric commander nods in agreement, and the high priest tells him and the others who are with them "When there's an opening, and they're overwhelmed, then we'll move in". 

He follows that with "Don't use any spells of the mind against that ork" he continues in a slightly dry tone with "You're asking for trouble if you do". 

Omarc the cleric commander looks around, and spots the group of who assumes are mercenaries. Who brought word to them about the unclean and the large ork. 

"Looks like they're waiting too," quietly says the head of the military arm of the church of Famal, here in the city of Vexil. 

The high priest glances to where the cleric commander is looking, and grunts in agreement with him. 

"Vultures" mutters the head of the church of Famal, who follows on from that with "Can't really blame them though". 

With that, Omarc the cleric commander is agreement. As they're essentially doing the same thing as the mercenaries. 

Waiting for it to get so overwhelming for the unclean and the large ork up on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

That they actually have a chance of killing the large ork, and holding the unclean, so that they can banish it back to the after life, or the hell it came from. 

The wizard Margin winces when he sees a priest go flying off the side of the roof where the battle is taking place on this cold and blustery winter's day in the city of Vexil. 

The wizard in the dark red robes thinks about casting something to try and save the priest. But he can see the man is already dead, and he hits the ground with an audible splat. 

Margin along with the rest of those in the group here at the moment, watch a number of heavily armoured guards from one of the nearby churches go running by, with a trio of clerics following closely behind them. 

The wizard glances over at Salinéll the elven maiden, who notices and shakes her head, and quietly says "Not yet". 

The church guards and the trio of clerics with them, disappear and reappear up on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

They move out of view as they attack the large ork and the undead being up there, who are still yet to be overwhelmed. 

"We wait until after they go" quietly says Salinéll the elven magic user with a nod of her head to where the members of the church of Famal, including the high priest and the cleric commander Omarc are waiting. 

The wizard Margin can see the wisdom at that. But he knows that the others, alongside with himself. Would dearly love to be up on the nearby roof, dealing with the large ork and the undead being. 

After all they all have personal reasons as to why they would like to see those two killed and vanquished. 

And though Salinéll who would like to get her hands on the large ork, who they know is named Dorc, and kill him for revenge for the death of her father. 

Margin would prefer to destroy the other one, the undead being. But that can only be accomplished with the aid of very powerful clerics and magic using priests. 

As some of the heavily armoured guards from one of the churches that surrounds the large square. 

Start flying off the rooftop of the church of Maëlle, both those already dead and unfortunately still alive. 

The elven warden Jarkellé says to the rest of the group in a slightly dry tone of voice "We're going to run out of guards, priests and clerics if things keep going the way they have been". 

The elven maiden Salinéll winces, though she does nod her head in agreement with the elf who is one of her protectors. 

Margin thinks about something for a moment, then he says "Not just that, the city guard is bound to know what's happening". 

Next to him, Mercer nods then adds "And that means the mage council will certainly know what's happening too". 

"By the forest gods" mutters Salinéll the elven magic user, who then says "I'm guessing they won't get involved unless it spreads". 

"Or someone starts blowing up buildings" dryly says the other elven warden Gillomōnt, which earns a sour looking smile from the elven maiden who hails from the principality of Alínlae. 

The elven practitioner of magic, whose powers are undetected by other spellcasters due to a charm she wears on a necklace. 

Looks over to where the high priest of the church of Famal, the cleric commander in that particular church, along with their fellow clergy are waiting. 

And hopes they act sooner than later, and begin attacking the undead being and the large ork up on the roof of the church of the goddess of seasonal renewal, Maëlle. 

"Come on" murmurs the attractive looking elven maiden, as more guards, magic using priests and clerics from some of the other churches. 

As well as monks, adepts and the like from some of the temples, are teleported up onto the roof where the undead being and the large ork are located. 

Then Salinéll and the wizard Margin share a look, as they both sense that the high priest of Famal in the city of Vexil is about to cast. 

"Get ready" quietly says the elven spellcaster Salinéll, who nods over to where members of the church of Famal are waiting. 

"We go up after they do" adds the attractive elven maiden, who follows that with "Hopefully they can deal to that undead creature". 

Meanwhile up on the roof of the church of Maëlle, Lord Farque mutters "Finally" as he punches a heavily armoured church guard in the chest, caving in the man's armour, sending him flying backwards in the process. 

"Get ready cunt" says the undead warlord in orkish, which gets a "For fucking what?" from Dorc da Orc in the same language. 

"Magicky cunts" says Draugodrottin after he breaks the neck of another church guard, before grabbing the arm of a cleric from the same church as the guard he just killed, and breaks the arm of the cleric. Who screams in pain as he's thrown off the roof of the church by the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque. 

"Big magicky cunts" adds the lord of the death realm in orkish, which illicits a grunt from the ork warleader, who mutters "Let the fuckers come" followed by "Me will kill 'em just like these other cuntbags". 

Then the deathlord of Farque who has just snapped the spine of another heavily armoured church guard who tried hitting him with a sword. And punched in the face of another, caving in the man's skull, killing him instantly. 

Turns around as he senses the high priest of the church of Famal in Vexil, down in the square has just cast a spell. 

"Finally" dryly murmurs Lord Farque as he waits for the head of the church of Famal, along with the cleric commander in that same church, and the others with them, to appear up here on the roof of the church of Maëlle, on this cold winter's day in the city of Vexil . . . . . .