Mercenary Tales 57.

The City Of Vexil. 

"Anyone else know how to cast sense the undead?" asks Omarc the cleric commander of the church of Famal as he looks around at the others. 

A few of them nod yes in reply including Beldane the cleric, while a priest from one of the churches participating in the search, says "I've got the unholy one". 

He points towards the northwest, the direction they've been heading through the city since they started chasing after the undead creature. 

"A few hundred yards away" continues the priest, who follows that with "It's started moving again". 

"Good enough for me" says the cleric commander who is now the senior most member of the church of Famal here in the city of Vexil. 

Beldane nods in agreement with him, as he knows casting that particular sense spell takes a lot of time. 

And the priest who has cast it, started casting it some time ago. When they were still back on the rooftop of the church of Maëlle, before they began their chase. 

They all move off, some teleporting, others floating quickly away as they pursue their quarry. All glad that for now, the city guard, which ultimately means the mage council of Vexil has yet to intervene. 

Beldane follows after everyone else, knowing that they'll never really catch up to Lord Farque. And if by some miracle, someone amongst the group accidentally runs across the undead warlord. 

That poor unfortunate soul will end up dead before they even know what's happening. 

Not that far away in the same part of the city, the large heavily armoured deathlord who is being chased by a large group of various clerics, priests, monks and nuns from a number of churches and temples. 

Who senses them all not that far away from his location, shoves what appears to be a drunk individual down a lane. Sending the fellow eastwards. 

In fact the fellow is not drunk, he's actually dead. The lord of the death realm found the dead body on the other side of the brick wall on one side of the alley. 

The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque quickly worked out he died during the night, and his body had yet to be found. 

The undead warlord who also has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands know him by. 

Rose the dead fellow, making him undead for a time. The deathlord of Farque did so for the simple reason to distract those following him. 

As he sensed the spell they're using to chase him isn't specific to him. It's just a sense the undead spell. 

And as he heads in the other direction from the undead being he just brought back from the death realm. 

The undead warlord slightly nods to himself as he senses those giving chase have taken the bait, and are now going after the poor unfortunate soul he just brought back to the world of the living. 

"Idiots" mutters Lord Farque as he steps out onto a street and heads left. The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque knows that those who were in pursuit of him are going to have a hard time of it when they come across that undead man. 

As killing any undead creature is difficult to say the least. Especially one who is basically mindless as the one he just brought back. 

Though they'll leave pretty much anyone and anything alone. It's another matter if they're attacked in anyway. They'll fight like hell if that happens. 

Draugodrottin or Des'tier which is his elven name, Des'tier which means The Destroyer. Crosses a quiet square, sensing as he does so. And quickly locates Beldane the cleric who is at rear of those who were pursuing him. 

The lord of the death realm heads across a bridge that goes over one of the waterways in the city. So that he can get behind those who were in pursuit of him. 

The undead warlord wants to have a word with the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, who he told to infiltrate those who were chasing him, and the group who they've been searching for, here in the capital of the city-state of Vexil. 

In an empty lane, the large heavily armoured deathlord leaps up to the roof of three storey building, and looks to the northwest and faintly grins as he spots Beldane in the distance, who has just teleported. 

The lord of the death realm becomes nothing more than a blur as he heads across rooftops as he heads towards where the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine is. 

As he does, the lord and ruler of the Lands of Farque senses further out in all directions, across the entire city of Vexil and beyond. 

The undead warlord who can easily sense over twenty miles and more in all directions, senses for both Dorc da Orc, who being an ork, basically the only ork outside of the southern polar region at the moment, is easy to find. 

As well as the group he, the large ork and the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine have been searching for, not just here in the capital, but also up in the northern border region of Vexil. 

Draugodrottin who is rapidly closing in on Beldane the cleric, frowns as he senses Dorc who named warleader of the ork race a number of years ago. 

The lord of the death realm suddenly stops and turns and looks to the southeast, and mutters "What the fuck?". 

For he senses Dorc da Orc, who is moving. Though not in the usual pattern the undead warlord is accustomed to. As the large ork's movements are distinct to say the least to a being like Lord Farque. 

The large heavily armoured deathlord also senses others with the ork who is a general in his armies. Those others are some of those that they've been chasing across the city-state of Vexil. 

The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque frowns again as he senses that some of them are being carried. 

Then he nods to himself as he realizes that the ork warleader is being carried too. Though the large ork is being magically carried for the simple reason he's so heavy. 

"Fucking hell" mutters Des'tier as he realizes what's probably happened, the undead warlord then turns into a blur of motion again as he heads quickly after Beldane to inform him of what's happened. 

Before the lord of the death realm goes after those who have captured Dorc da Orc, who the deathlord of Farque knows is unconscious at the moment. 

"Hmmm what's happening here?" Beldane the cleric murmurs to himself as he appears on a rooftop after teleporting again. 

He frowns to himself, as up ahead he sees some of the others on another rooftop are arguing as to what direction to head to. 

The powerful cleric in the church of Glaine wonders what Lord Farque is up to, that's confusing those in pursuit of him. 

The fighting cleric who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, is just about to join those up ahead. When suddenly something grabs him by the left arm, and instantly he's dropping off the side of the building he's on top of. 

"Relax" says the familiar voice of Lord Farque as they stand in alleyway next to the building that Beldane was just on top of. 

"How?" says the powerful practitioner of magic after sighing in relief after realizing it was the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who grabbed him. 

"Nevermind" murmurs the spellcaster in the church of Glaine after asking the undead warlord "How did you get behind us?" followed by "Wait, who are this lot chasing after?". 

And all the lord of the death realm did in response, was just stare at him for a moment or two. 

Then Draugodrottin tells the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine "Stay back behind the rest of them" followed by "They're in for a nasty surprise". 

"Do I even want to know?" asks the powerful cleric originally from the north of his homeland of Nastell. Which is the stronghold of his church of the god Glaine. 

"Not particularly" dryly says the large heavily armoured deathlord, who then quickly tells the fighting cleric what's happened to Dorc da Orc. 

And that the undead warlord will go after those who have captured the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks. 

"Want me to go with you?" asks Beldane the cleric, Des'tier shakes his full helmed head no, then says "Stay with this lot" followed by "Just in case some of those we've been after who have taken that fat fucking idiot Dorc, join up with them again". 

The powerful practitioner of magic in the church of Glaine nods to the logic at that. For whatever reason those they've been following across northern Vexil, and here in the capital. 

Are all of a sudden hell bent on going after both Dorc da Orc and Lord Farque for some reason of their own. 

The lord of the death realm points, then tells the most unlikely member of the group. For the simple reason he's a cleric. Someone who would normally never work with someone undead "Head that way". 

Draugodrottin continues with "You'll end up behind the others, who are just about to run into something unexpected". 

"How unexpected?" asks the fighting cleric hoping to keep any dry tone out of his voice, and fails to do so. 

"The undead unexpected" is the reply of the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, which causes Beldane to wince. 

The powerful practitioner of magic from the kingdom of Nastell then asks the lord of the death realm "How much control have you got on it?". 

"Not much" replies Des'tier, who follows that with "In fact, you could say pretty much fucking nothing". 

Which again causes the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine to wince, followed by a muttered "Hell". 

"Exactly" says the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque, who continues on with "So stay back and let those fuckers deal with it". 

The undead warlord then tells the powerful practitioner of magic "I'll find you after I get that big pile of fucking uselessness that's Dorc". 

That's if those fuckwits don't kill him, Draugodrottin thinks to himself, though he suspects they won't do so anytime soon if they intend to kill him. 

After all they've rendered the large ork unconscious, and taken him with them. Which is a sure sign they want something from the ork warleader. 

Then the lord of the death realm tells Beldane "Remember, find out as much as you can". He follows that with a nod of his full helmed head, before leaping up to the roof of the building they're next to. 

While the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine hurries from the alleyway, once on the street, he teleports away in the direction he can sense the various clergy who believe they're chasing after Lord Farque. 

As for the undead warlord, he's moving quickly across rooftops, heading south and east across the city. 

Heading in the direction that Dorc da Orc, and those who have taken him, are going. The deathlord of Farque briefly pauses when he senses one of Dorc's captors, a wizard, is about to cast. 

"Shit" mutters Draugodrottin as he senses what spell that particular wizard is about to cast. It's a rift spell. 

The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque resumes running at speed. Leaping from building to building, nothing much more than a blur. Which is almost impossible to see to the naked eye. 

The undead warlord grunts, then murmurs "Good". When he senses that the rift that's been cast by the wizard didn't go all that far. Just ten or so miles beyond the east wall of the city of Vexil. 

The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque heads that way, intending to retrieve the unconscious Dorc da Orc, and killing those who have captured the large ork. 

Though not before he questions those in the group who he, Dorkindle and Beldane the cleric have been searching for across the city-state of Vexil . . . . . .