In and Around the City Of Vexil.
Beldane the cleric comes across some of the other clerics, priests, nuns and monks. Many of them bloody and battered, nursing injuries.
The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine hurries along a lane when some of them point in that direction, telling him to hurry.
The powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, runs out into a small square in this part of the city. He winces at what he sees.
There's at least four dead bodies scattered about the place. And probably twice that in those who are injured.
The cleric whose god is predominantly worshipped in the north of his homeland of Nastell.
Quickly takes his mace to hand, and hurries over to where a trio of clerics have cornered what it is, that's been responsible for all this death and carnage.
Deeming it wise to get involved, for the simple reason he wants to be trusted by this lot from a number of the churches and temples here in the capital of the city-state of Vexil.
"Fall back" demands Beldane the cleric, basically ordering them to do so. The trio of clerics do exactly that.
And the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine who is about to cast a spell, says "I'll bind it" quickly followed by "Someone else will have to banish it".
The cleric in the half plate armour who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, gets a nod of the head in response from Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal.
Then Beldane the cleric swings his mace at the fellow who with a determined look upon his face, and what seems to be shattered legs.
Stumbles, staggers then runs at the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine.
Beldane's mace, being the magical weapon it is. Which is to say it can be unpredictable, to say the least. And also be more than a little over the top at times. Does what it does. And slams into the fellow, who with outstretched arms, is running at Beldane.
There's a bright white flash of light, that temporarily blinds everyone in the immediate area, with the exception of Beldane the cleric when his mace makes contact with the fellow attacking him.
At the same time, Beldane casts a powerful binding spell upon the man, who though terribly injured, doesn't feel a thing.
Until the binding spell takes effect. Then the fellow who goes completely still, gives a high pitched scream.
The cleric in the church of Glaine steps back. Then the cleric commander in the church of Famal, who quickly regains his sight from the bright white light caused by Beldane's mace.
Casts a banishment spell. And after one last high pitched scream.
The fellow who attacked all of them. Drops to the ground, and is no longer undead. His corpse just lies there.
And looking at it now, you wouldn't suspect he did so much damage. Killing and wounding a number of the clergy here in the city of Vexil.
"Where the hell did he come from?" asks Beldane the cleric gesturing at the dead body on the ground.
"No idea" sourly says Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal, the other two clerics, from different churches, nod in agreement with the now most senior member of the church of Famal in Vexil.
The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine grunts, then says "I was wondering where you lot had gone off to" he continues on with "I was after that big fellow in the dark, heavy plate armour".
"Know where he is?" asks one of the other clerics, the member of the church of Glaine shakes his head in response, then says "No idea" followed by "Lost sight of him a little while ago" he then adds "And when I tried to sense for him, I couldn't detect him".
"Better than we did" mutters Omarc, who follows on from that with "We got distracted by this one" as he gestures at the dead body lying in front of them.
Beldane nods at that, then he turns and looks at the dead and injured in the square, and is just about to say something, when he and the others suddenly sense something.
"Mage" quietly says the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine. While next to him, Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal, quietly says "The guard". Referring to the city guard of Vexil.
A squad of city guardsmen appear in one of the lanes that run into the square, with them is a powerful spellcaster dressed all in black. He's more powerful than the other practitioners of magic in the area. For the simple reason he's a mage.
"I'll speak to them, and explain what's happened" quietly says Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal, followed by "Try and smooth things over".
Beldane nods, and watches as Omarc heads over to the approaching city guardsmen, and the mage who is the leader of their patrol.
Who have become interested in what's going on in this part of the city of Vexil.
Meanwhile, outside the city walls. Nearly a dozen miles to the east of the capital of the city-state of Vexil.
Lord Farque who has been making his way along one of the roads that head east from the city of Vexil.
Makes his way from the stone road, basically disappearing from sight as he moves so quickly on this cold and blustery winter's day.
Up ahead is the town of Musille, a fairly large town. Infact the largest town this close to the city of Vexil.
It doesn't take long for the undead warlord to reach the town, and he leaps up to a rooftop, and comes to a stop.
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who is sensing in all directions, and knows where he wants to go.
Glances down to the side street below, and watches and listens to a pair of men, mercenaries by the looks of them, as they walk by.
"I'm telling you I saw someone behind those wagons coming in from the city" says one of the mercenaries, who continues with "Big fellow, in dark armour" he pauses before adding "Just like they described".
The other mercenary grunts, then says "I didn't see anyone" followed by "And there's no one on foot behind those wagons".
He glances sideways at his fellow mercenary, then says "You just want that extra pay they promised".
"Do not" mutters the first mercenary, who then says "I'm telling you, I know what I saw" before continuing with "Though I admit there's no sign of him now when we looked".
The second mercenary let's out a long suffering sigh, as he if he's sick of his fellow mercenary been telling him what he is pretty sure is lies.
The two of them continue on their way, while the large heavily armoured deathlord, who one of the them did briefly spot.
Leaps over to the roof of a nearby building, as he heads to the southeast corner of the town of Musille.
Lord Farque or Draugodrottin which he's also know as by the people of his lands. Knows that this town has a fairly significant part of it underground. Including one it's marketplaces.
The lord of the death realm, who has never actually been underground here before. Knows that there's a few entrances to the underground marketplace and surrounding chambers in and near the central town square.
The undead warlord who has the elven name of Des'tier, which translates to The Destroyer is heading to another opening.
This one to the unused section of what's essentially an underground town, beneath the town proper.
The large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque as he gets nearer to where he wants to go, briefly pauses and closes his eyes.
"Huh?" murmurs Lord Farque, who continues with "Trolls". The lord of the death realm then nods his full helmed head, and gets underway again.
As he realizes that the pair of trolls he senses, are likely to be the main guards to the underground entrance that the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque wants to use.
With the blustery wind picking up, Draugodrottin leaps from rooftop to rooftop, here in the south east corner of the town of Musille.
The deathlord of Farque gets to the half fallen down roof of a rather rundown looking building, to either side of which are empty lots.
The undead warlord who has picked up speed before landing on the roof of the dilapidated building.
Steps off it and drops, and lands in front of a pair of startled looking trolls. Who have both blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the large human in the full suit of heavy plate armour.
It's the last thing either one of them do, because the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque punches one in the guts and lower ribs, shattering them, causing the nine foot tall, more than a thousand pound troll to drop to the ground gasping for breath, and groaning in pain.
Before the other troll, an even larger one can react, the lord of the death realm quickly steps to his left, and throws a powerful uppercut that catches the large troll right under the chin.
The punch is so powerful that it lifts the troll off the ground a few feet, and sends it flying back fifteen feet, where it hits the ground, dead with a broken neck.
Des'tier steps back to his right, then walks forward, to step over the the first troll. The large heavily armoured deathlord, stomps down on the middle of it's back as it writhes on the ground groaning in pain, snapping it's spine.
Then the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque heads down the sloping floor in the opening in the ground.
Down which he can see and hear others, mercenaries no doubt like the pair of trolls. Who are guarding this section of the normally unused part of the underground town.
Which is in use at this time, as the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque heads to where he can sense a rather badly wounded Dorc da Orc who isn't all that far away now.
"Wake it" says Mercer who looks from the large ork who for a moment he thought was dead, over to Margin the wizard.
The practitioner of magic lifts an eyebrow, then after glancing at the stump of the left arm of ork named Dorc da Orc.
Margin the wizard says "You keep doing that, and it won't live much longer" followed by "Even it can't survive damage like that".
Mercer just nods, then again says "Wake it" followed by a muttered "Like I said, I'm going to make it pay".
The spellcaster in the dark red robes just slightly shrugs, then he casts, and a moment later, water appears out of nowhere.
A large bucketful, that splashes in the face and across the head of the ork named Dorc da Orc who has fainted.
"Yuck" mutters Dorc da Orc after groaning as he wakes, the large ork who realizes that he's wet, glares at his captors.
Then the ork warleader glances down at his left arm, the lower half of which is lying on the floor of the underground chamber beside him.
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world blinks then mutters in his native language "By Krom look at me fucken arm".
The ork weaponsmith then once again glares at his captors who are silent as they watch him, and he says in the common language to the one who chopped off his arm "You gonna fucken die reals goods for that ya cunt".
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, though not his full name, as that's far too long, not to mention complicated as it changes often, then looks at the others in the chamber and says "And you fuckheads too, dies reals fucken goods".
"Oh is that so?" says Mercer as he hefts the axe taken from the large ork's weapon harness, then he adds "We'll see about that, won't we".
Even though he's still bleeding profusely from the stump of his left arm, the blood flow is slowing, and like usual whenever he's in pain, the ork general in the Armies of Farque, ignores the feeling of pain, and says "Dorc promise you, me gonna take a big fucken shit on ya before me kills you dead".
The son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks then chuckles as his captors look at him in disgust, especially the one still holding his axe.
"Disgusting pig" loudly mutters Mercer, while the sword mistress Kynil nods in agreement with him. While the others are silent as they continue to watch the large ork who is chained to the floor and wall behind it.
Then lifting the axe once again, intending to chop off their captives other arm, Mercer says to Dorc da Orc "Say goodbye to your other arm".
Just then they hear shouting from outside in the corridor, followed by hurried banging on the chamber door opposite the large ork.
They all look at the door, and hear yelling to open up. The wizard Margin nods his head and tells Marcus "Open it" as he recognizes the voice of one the younger mercenaries they've hired.
The young mercenary in question, almost stumbles inside into the chamber, and almost out of breath, he says "He's here".
The young mercenary continues with "The one you told us about" he takes a quick breath, then hurriedly says "Big guy in full armour, he's here in the tunnels, killed Mak and Ack" referring to the two trolls in the mercenary company the group has hired.
"And everyone else who tries to fight him" adds the young mercenary, who continues with "It's a slaughter out there".
"Shit" mutters Margin the wizard, who quickly shakes his head no when Mercer says "We can get that one as well".
"We need some of those bloody powerful clerics to deal with that thing" says the spellcaster in the dark red robes, who follows that with "Not to mention Salinéll and Jarkellé are out of it at the moment, we'd stand no chance against that thing".
Dorkindle with a frown on his broad green brutish looking face, sniffs deeply. Then a grin starts to appear on his face, then he chuckles and says to his captors "You cunts are fucked". As he can smell who it is that's appeared down here, where ever here is.
"We're going" says Margin who is command of the depleted group with the elven maiden Salinéll unconscious at the moment.
"Get Salinéll and Jarkellé" adds the Vexilian practitioner of magic, Marcus and the sword mistress Kynil hurry to a side door that Dorc da Orc just notices.
As they exit the chamber, Mercer gestures at the large ork that they've captured and chained up to the floor and wall behind it.
The wizard is silent for a moment, then as they hear shouting from further away in the underground chambers and tunnels, Margin says "Kill it".
"Gladly" says Mercer, who drops the axe he was holding, and picks up one of spears used by their fallen comrade Sorna, and tells the wizard in the dark red robes "Increase my strength".
Margin does exactly that, and Mercer steps forward, and hisses "Die" at the large ork they've spent years trying to find, and finally capture.
"Cunt" is the response from ork warleader, just before Mercer shoves the spear with super human strength, into the throat and neck of the ork general, driving the weapon into the wall behind him. Killing Dorc da Orc . . . . . .
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