Mercenary Tales 51.

The City Of Vexil. 

Lord Farque calls out something in orkish to Dorc da Orc, who after grunting as he pitches a priest off the rooftop they're on. 

Replies in the same language, then moves back from the edge of the roof, and hurries to near where the undead warlord is. 

The large ork has taken a throwing hammer from his weapon harness, and he tosses it to the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque. 

The large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque catches it his left gauntleted hand, and takes out the plain looking mace he has on his belt, from it's loop. 

As Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, stomps on the head of an injured cleric who is trying to crawl away. 

The lord of the death realm quickly tells him something in the language of the orks. The warleader of the ork race grunts then nods in reply. 

The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who is a member of wolf tribe of orks. 

Who is holding a spear in his right hand, and an axe in his left. Turns to his left slightly, the same direction that Lord Farque has turned to. 

The ork weaponsmith sniffs, and pulls back his right arm when he sees the lord of the death realm has pulled his left hand back slightly, the one holding Dorkindle's throwing hammer. 

The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque sniffs again, and he catches the scent of new magic in the air. 

Dorc da Orc growls and waits for the exact moment to throw the spear he's holding. Out of the corner of his left eye he sees Lord Farque throw his hammer. 

The next moment, the ork warleader sees new figures start to appear on the rooftop they're on. Straight in line from where he and the large heavily armoured deathlord are standing. 

The big burly ork, who to this day, is still the largest member of his tribe, throws the spear at a target he picks. 

It's the high priest who gave the nod to go. And the cleric commander Omarc looks at those of his clerics who have been tasked to teleport them up to the roof of the church of Maëlle, and says "Go". 

The members of the church of Famal who he and the high priest have gathered, predominantly clerics and magic using priests, along with some church guards. Start to disappear as they're teleported away. 

The head of the military arm of the church of Famal disappears right after the high priest does. As he does, Omarc who has surrounded himself with magical shields as the high priest has already done. 

Starts casting his most powerful holding spell. Hopefully trying to get an advantage upon the unclean creature up on the rooftop they're heading to. 

A bit further away in the large square, that's surrounded by churches and temples. The wizard Margin quickly looks at the elven maiden Salinéll, when the members of the church of Famal they've been watching, start disappearing. 

"Wait" quietly and firmly says Salinéll the elven magic user, who quickly follows that with "We need them to take care of that undead creature". 

The elven spellcaster who hails from the principality of Alínlae, though powerful in magic. Knows that she, along with Margin are no match for the undead being up on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

And that the very powerful members of the clergy who are in the area, such as the cleric commander and high priest of the church of Famal in Vexil. 

Are the ones to deal with the large figure in the dark blue, black full suit of heavy plate armour that's on the nearby church rooftop. 

She knows it's best for her and the rest of the members of the group with her at the moment. To wait for that undead creature to be subdued, then they can act. 

The elven maiden from Alínlae, who has waited more than two and a half decades for this opportunity, quietly says to the others "Wait for it". 

Across the square, and in the shadow of one of the churches here in this part of the capital of the city-state of Vexil. 

Beldane the cleric mutters "Fuck" when he sees the members of the church of Famal who are near the church of Maëlle, start to disappear. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, a church that doesn't have much of a presence here in the city of Vexil. He knows that they have a chapter, a small church in the north of the city. 

After glancing up at the rooftop where Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc, who he can't see at the moment, are. 

Looks quickly across the large square, to where the group of supposed mercenaries are. And he sees that they're still waiting. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell nods to himself in understanding. 

Then from his belt loop, he takes his mace to hand. Silently telling it to behave. Not that the powerful magical weapon listens to him all that often. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, waits as he keeps an eye on the group that he, along with Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc, have been searching for. 

Meanwhile up on the roof of the church of Maëlle, Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal appears. He's just appeared after the high priest, who is bit to his left. 

Omarc, blinks in surprise as out of the corner of his eye he sees something slam into the high priest. 

Easily going through the head of the church of Famal's protection and barrier spells. Whatever it was, it hits so hard that the high priest who was in the act of casting, head explodes in a mist of blood and bone. 

You see, the thing about magical shields. In particularly barrier spells that protects the caster from physical attacks. Can be thawrted if it's hit often enough, and hard enough. 

And in the case of the high priest of Famal's barrier spell, it would ordinarily be perfectly safe, unable to be penetrated. 

Unless it's a large hammer thrown by essentially the strongest being on the world of Volunell. Who threw it with such force, and at speed that the head of the church of Famal's shields might as well not of been there. 

The cleric commander Omarc is so stunned at seeing the high priest of his church fall, headless beside him. That he stops casting the spell he's in the middle of bringing forth. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who was just about to cast a holding spell, looks up and sees the unclean creature. 

The large heavily armoured figure walking this way towards him and the others, one of who's shields is barely able to repel a spear thrown by the large ork, who growls and follows the unclean creature. 

The leader of the military arm of the church of Famal's eyes go round in surprise as he quickly comes to a conclusion. 

Omarc the cleric commander shouts "Move!" to his fellow church members, then he quickly casts teleport on himself, and disappears. 

"So much for that high priest" dryly says Margin the wizard who like Salinéll the elven magic user, just sensed the death of the head of the church of Famal. 

The elven maiden who leads the group, a group that all has the same goals, sourly smiles. But she does nod in agreement with the wizard in the dark red robes. 

Across the square, and in the shadow of a church building, Beldane the cleric is thinking the exact same thing. 

He just shakes his head, as he knows it's ultimately futile to take on Lord Farque in battle. Even if you're an extremely powerful cleric. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine who sensed the death of the high priest of Famal, and then the cleric commander teleport away. 

Sees the powerful cleric Omarc reappear down here in the square, where some clerics and magic using priests from other churches have gathered. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell, sees the cleric commander hurriedly speaking to those he's appeared beside. 

The fighting cleric in church of Glaine, then quickly looks over at the small group on the other side of the large square from where he is. 

And he sees the look of frustration upon their faces, especially from the elf maiden, who by the looks of things, seems to be in charge. 

Beldane who has been wondering where the Geist cousin Misa is at the moment. Looks quickly up at the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

Then with a hand on his extremely powerful mace, he disappears as he teleports up to the rooftop where the fighting is going on. 

After pulverizing the head of a cleric in the church of Famal with his rather plain looking mace, Lord Farque without looking, reaches out to his right, and grabs Dorc da Orc and says "Not him" and pulls the ork warleader back towards him. 

A scowling Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, though not his full name, as that's extremely long, and is added to over the years. That basically only Dorc knows in full, and then only sometimes. 

Grunts and lowers his axe as he sees that it's Beldane who has appeared away to their right, and is quickly making his way over to them. 

Instead the ork general in the Armies of Farque, kicks a downed cleric, who is sitting there in shock, looking at were his right arm used to be. 

"You probably shouldn't be here" says Lord Farque to the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine when he joins them. 

"A whole lot more of them are about to come up here" continues the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque who is looking around. 

"I know" says Beldane the cleric, who is about to say something, when he's surprised by the lord of the death realm, who has just thought of something, say "Get in with them". 

"Huh?" says the fighting cleric wearing the half plate armour, who continues on from that with "What?". 

"Get in with them" repeats Lord Farque who also goes by the name of Draugodrottin, that the people of his lands know him by. 

"Get that lot to trust you, so you can find out what the fuck they're doing" adds the lord of the death realm, who then tells him "Follow us, over there". 

As the undead being grabs Dorc da Orc, and starts running across the roof of the church of Maëlle, the member of the church of Glaine looks to where the large heavily armoured deathlord just nodded. 

"Fuck off" mutters Beldane the cleric who winces as he sees where Lord Farque wants him to follow them on this cold and blustery winter's day in the city of Vexil. 

The undead warlord holding onto the ork weaponsmith by the arm, leaps from the rooftop of the church of Maëlle. 

Across a side street, nearly fifty feet above the ground, easily clearing the fifty or so feet to a church that stands by itself in one corner of the large square. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine after grimacing, sighs. And as he senses quite a lot of spellcasters down in the square, are about to appear up here on the roof of the church of Maëlle, he teleports away. 

Over to where Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc are, who are on the roof of the rather forbidding looking church of Madau, the death god . . . . . .