Mercenary Tales 54.

Vexil. 

Beldane the cleric appears on the roof of the church of Maëlle after teleporting up. As he does, a number of those already on the roof, turn to look at him. Including the cleric commander of the church of Famal, Omarc. 

The powerful cleric in the church of Glaine is just about to ask what's happening. When one of the priests says "It just jumped off the other side". 

Beldane looks over to the roof of the church of the death god Madau, and sees that Lord Farque is no longer over there. 

Nor is the priest of the death god who appeared there, he's just disappeared. And the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, along with all the other spellcasters here on top of the church of Maëlle, sense him about to reappear here, after teleporting. 

All of them, the magic using priests, the clerics, and those guards with them from some of the temples and churches that surround the large square in this part of the city of Vexil. 

Step back out of the way of the priest in the church of Madau who has appeared amongst them. 

No one in their right mind gets in the way of one of the clergy in the church of the death god, for the simple reason they can send you to the afterlife with their death touch. 

Infact it's even rumoured that the laymen and women in the church of Madau have the death touch, not just those with spellcasting abilities. 

Then before anyone can say anything, the fairly young looking priest in the church of the death god Madau, takes a step to his right, quickly reaches out and touches the heavily armoured senior cleric in the church of Goran he's beside. 

As he does, the black robbed priest in the church of Madau hisses in anger "Necromancer". 

There's no surge of magical power from the young priest of the death god, all the same the heavily armoured cleric in the church of Goran drops dead in front of them all. 

There's absolute silence, the only sound is the wind on this cold and blustery winter's day here in the city of Vexil. 

As they look on stunned at what they've just witnessed, they all know that the clergy in the church of the death god hunt down necromancers. They do so more than any other church and temple. 

Then the young priest in the black robes, who can guess what most if not all of them here on the roof of the church of Maëlle are thinking. 

Breaks the silence, and says to them "If he was innocent, then my god would not of taken his life". 

Then with a bow of his head, the follower of the death god says a short prayer for the dead in a quiet voice. 

And with a wave of his hand, the priest of Madau disposes of the body of the dead cleric at his feet, which vanishes in a flash of bright white light. 

There's no evidence of the cleric in the church of Goran, not even ashes that could blow away in the cold wind. 

The priest in the church of the death god then looks at some of the heavily armoured guards in the church of Goran, who stand there in shock at what's just happened, and he says "Look amongst your ranks for those who practice necromancy". 

He turns and looks at all the others on the roof of the church of Maëlle, and continues with "Look amongst all of your ranks, and root out those who practice that foul art" he briefly pauses before adding "And kill them". 

The young priest in the church of Madau then nods to Beldane the cleric, for the simple reason he stood toe to toe against the undead being, and lived. 

Then the follower of the death god disappears as he teleports away, and returns to the church of Madau, that stands apart on the southwest corner of the large square, here in this part of the city of Vexil. 

No one says anything for a few moments, then finally a cleric clears his throat, then says "The undead one, went that way". 

They all look in the direction he points to as he adds "I caught a glimpse of it" he pauses before adding "Before the priest from". 

He doesn't say anything else, but just gestures to where the heavily armoured cleric in the church of Goran died amongst them. 

It's the cleric commander Omarc of the church of Famal who says "After it" followed by "We might still be able to destroy it". 

Then as clerics and priests start disappearing as they go in pursuit of the undead being, the cleric commander in the church of Famal looks at Beldane and says to him "Will you help us?" followed by "You're the only one to take it on, and live". 

"I will" says Beldane the cleric, who then wryly adds "That was a lot of luck on my part" followed by "Thought I was dead there a number of times". 

Omarc who is now the senior most member of the church of Famal in Vexil, nods as he figured luck had a lot to do with the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine surviving the one on one encounter with the unclean creature. 

For though he senses the young cleric in the church of Glaine is powerful, almost as powerful as himself. It's the magical weapon, his mace which is extremely powerful, enabled him to survive the confrontation with the creature they're after. 

"Hurry" says Omarc the cleric commander as he sees that they're amongst the last of those still on the roof of the church of Maëlle, then he disappears as he teleports away. 

Beldane the cleric waits a moment, then he too disappears as he teleports away, and follows after the others as they go in pursuit of Lord Farque. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine knows that they won't catch up to the undead warlord, who wants to lead all this lot away. 

And if by some miracle one of them actually runs across the large heavily armoured deathlord. That poor unfortunate individual will end up dead before they even know what's happening. 

When he reappears on a building to the west and north of the large square, Beldane glances back in the direction he's come from, and looks further eastwards. 

The direction he knows Dorc da Orc was supposed to go. As he disappears again when he teleports. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, hopes the large ork is keeping out of trouble. 

Though deep down, Beldane rather doubts the warleader of the ork race is behaving himself, and staying out of trouble. 

It doesn't take a genius to know that the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine is right about the ork weaponsmith. 

For right at that exact moment he's thinking about the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world. Dorc da Orc, who was doing what he was told to do by Lord Farque. 

That was heading east, or not north as the large ork called it. And not getting into any trouble or high jinks at all. 

Until he was crossing a street, scowling at anyone and anything that would get too close to him. As he's pretty certain he caught the scent of a bakery nearby which he was more or less heading towards. 

When he suddenly caught the scent of something else. Which immediately took away his intention of finding the nearby bakery. 

The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque, has caught the scent of one of his mortal enemies. A dwarf. 

"Fucken little cunt" mutters Dorc da Orc in his native language, who continues on muttering with "Me gonna fucken kill ya". 

The ork warleader crosses a street, and people out and about on this cold and blustery winter's day, hurry out of the way of the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks. 

Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, by accident actually comes across the bakery he caught wind of earlier. 

The ork general in the Armies of Farque stops, and looks in through the glass window shop front. 

And for a moment the thought of baked goods, and cakes. Almost halts him in his tracks, also making him drool 

Especially when he spots the flaky pastries stuffed with bits of chocolate, which is one of his favourite things to eat. 

But there's one thing that can, and does take priority over baked goods for not just Dorkindle, but any ork. And that's the chance of killing a dwarf. The hated natural enemy of the ork race. 

So the large ork who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks. Who he happened to kill, which was only fair, as she was doing her best to kill him at the time. 

Grunts, and continues on his way after one last look at the bakery and what's inside it. Though the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world does murmur "Me back to eats all the yummies in there" as he heads off in search of the dwarf he has caught the scent of. 

The warleader of the ork race turns into a lane and hurries down it as he smells that he's getting closer to the dwarf he's after. 

The large ork stops and looks out of the lane and to the left, Dorc da Orc narrows his eyelids as he looks across to the other side of the street he's looking down. 

The ork who was given the position of warleader of his race a number of years ago by Lord Farque watches a building, that he knows a dwarf is either inside of it, or behind it. 

The ork weaponsmith who has killed people randomly, or to be exact, murdered people countless times over the years. 

Takes Lord Farque's order to stay out of trouble to mind, and casually walks out onto the street. Though he has no actual intention of staying out of trouble concerning the dwarf he has the scent of. Who he intends to kill. 

Dorkindle ambles down the street, then crosses it as he nears the building where the dwarf is located. 

The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque, who can definitely smell the dwarf inside the building. 

Is just contemplating smashing in the front door of the building he's heading towards, when suddenly something slams into his back, and almost knocks him down, flat onto his face. 

"Da fuck" growls Dorc da Orc while steadying himself after stumbling forward a few steps towards the building he's heading for. 

The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world spins around and glares. When he does, something slams into his front. 

Though this time, he only takes a step back after whatever it is that hit him, hit the plate armour he wears over his chest and rather ample stomach. 

"Cunt" growls Dorkindle after his plate of natural dragon armour deflected whatever it was that hit him. 

The warleader of the ork race who has been constantly sniffing more than normal as he hunts the nearby dwarf, definitely smells magic in the air. 

"Fuckers" mutters Dorc da Orc who follows that with "Me fucken smell ya". Then he takes a throwing axe from his weapon harness, and with his other hand, he takes a throwing hammer. 

The large ork who is bristling with weapons, suddenly roars in a loud voice, causing people on the street to scatter. 

Then the general in the Armies of Farque sees a couple of people step out from an alleyway, while two more walk out from a side street, on the other side of the street to him. 

They've all stopped, and are looking at the big burly ork who hails from the southern polar region of the world. 

The ork warleader suddenly catches the scent of magic, and instinctively he ducks down. All the same, something slams into his head. 

Which is the hardest part of his, and every ork's body. Nevertheless, the large ork staggers sideways, and drops to a knee. 

Dorkindle whose head is ringing, picks up the hammer he dropped, then pushes himself upright. 

After shaking his head, trying to clear it, the large ork narrows his eyelids and glares at those who are just standing there staring at him. 

Then the ork general who is fairly certain he smells another spell being cast, roars then yells "Come get some ya cunts!". 

Dorc da Orc then throws the hammer at the two people at the mouth of the alley, who are nearest to him. 

And he charges at them squealing like an angry pig, as he does so, he flings his throwing axe at the pair who stepped out from the side street. 

The large ork grins from ear to ear as he knows that he's in for a bit of a battle here, as those he's facing are definitely not backing down on this cold and blustery winter's day in the capital of the city-state of Vexil . . . . . .