The Kingdom Of Girdane.
Meanwhile in southern Girdane. Closing on dawn. Helbe the elven thief frowns as he watches another pair of riders go by on the road below him in the darkness before dawn.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel grunts to himself after reading their minds as they enter some trees.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user then glances to his right shoulder, and nods his hooded head in response to Narladene the ground pixie quietly ask him "Messengers again?".
The elven masterthief looks around, then he shifts up to small hill further behind them. Once on the hilltop, the elven master assassin looks around in all directions, up in the sky.
Narladene does likewise once the elven practitioner of magic quietly tells her what to look out for.
After a little while, Helbe the elven thief quietly says "There". The tiny winged creature standing upon his right shoulder nods when she spots it too.
In the darkness of the night, an airship is traveling south, likely coming from the capital city of Oaklynn. It's a warship belonging to the kingdom's aircorp.
The elven master archer and the naturally magical creature who is attached to him. Look beyond that warship which is about twelve miles to the north of their position. And look away, further to the north.
The darkness doesn't bother them and their sight. Nor the distance. For further north, about twenty miles from where they are. Is another warship, that's part of the Girdanian aircorp. It too is heading south.
"Hell" mutters the young elven noble who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, who then tells Narladene "We better warn the others".
The ground pixie who is originally from the Sunreach Mountains, is in agreement with that. And she holds onto the right shoulder of the highly talented elven magic user, who shifts away, heading south to where the others are.
Mira Reinholt the mage is up early, well before dawn. He steps out of the barn they've spent the night in.
A barn in a distant field of a farm. Where the farmhouse is over a good mile from the barn at this end of the farm.
The once powerful mage who hails from the city-state of Vexil yawns as he wraps his thick black cloak tightly around himself. To try and ward off the chill of what's definitely going to be another cold winters day here in the central region of The Southlands.
The Vexillian born spellcaster turns to look at the road that passes by not all that far from the barn at this end of the farm.
The practitioner of magic who is also a highly skilled swordmaster wonders if they should leave early.
For the simple reason the road will soon get busy, as it leads to a nearby town. A town that the local lord has his castle near.
And a town, even in the depths of winter. Has the surrounding farmers bringing in their produce almost daily.
The spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation, not just from Vexil. But the entire Southlands.
Until he lost most of his powers when he went offworld through a rift/void that he accidentally cast a number of years ago.
Yawns as he peers towards the nearby road. Which he can't see too clearly in the darkness. After all, he is human and lacks the enhanced eyesight of other races.
The Vexillian mage who is exiled from his homeland goes to yawn again, when suddenly a familiar voice says right beside him "There's a problem".
"Fuck" mutters Mira Reinholt the mage who almost jumped in fright when he heard Helbe the elven thief, who is now standing right beside him.
"Oh, and what problem's that?" asks the human practitioner of magic to his fellow spellcaster, the elven masterthief.
The young elven noble who is the grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel then explains to the mage Reinholt what he's found out while he's been out and about during the night.
"Fuck" mutters the exiled Vexillian mage again, after hearing what the elven master assassin has discovered.
"We should be alright" quietly says the once powerful mage, who like the elven magic user, is a member of Lord Farque's personal council.
"Especially if we break up, and don't travel as a group" adds the highly talented swordmaster, the elven master archer nods his hooded head in agreement with his fellow practitioner of magic.
Then prince Helbenthril Raendril of Laerel, to give his full name and title, quietly says "Best we wake Tam and see what he thinks".
The once powerful mage nods his hooded head in agreement with his fellow council member, then he quietly says "And if we should warn Marqand and his lot".
Referring to the mercenary captain, and his company. Who they're part of. As they're out in front, about a dozen miles further ahead, supposedly scouting.
"Might not have time to" quietly says Helbe the elven thief, who follows that with "That first airship I spotted isn't all that far away".
The highly talented elven magic user continues on from that with "And if they catch them on the road, or in the open, that company is fucked".
The Vexillian mage in exile grunts at that, then he quietly says "Well those Geist cousins wanted to stir up things here in southern Girdane" he follows that with "Just not as badly as it's turning out to be".
The two spellcasters make their way into the barn, where they wake up Tamric Drubine the field commander.
With the young noble originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin awake, the elven princeling from Laerel quietly tells him what he's found out during the night.
"Think they've been warned?" quietly asks Tamric Drubine the field commander after Helbe the elven thief has explained things.
"Or they're finally acting because of what's been going on down in the border region" quietly adds the young man who is already a senior officer in the Armies of Farque.
Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, moves away from his lover, Saanea the witch. Who is still asleep beneath the blankets they share.
Sitting on a hay bale, putting on his boots, with a faint lightball floating above them that the elven magic user has cast.
Field commander Drubine looks at the two who are members of Lord Farque's personal council, then quietly says "With orders to attack any mercenary company they come across" he follows that with "Captain Marqand and his company are fucked if they're caught".
"They knew the consequences of what they were doing" states Mira Reinholt the mage, which though true. The young field commander in the Armies of Farque isn't particularly happy with.
As he's come to like the mercenary captain Marqand since they joined up with them.
"Think they'll be safe?" asks Tam as he looks at the elven masterthief who is a member of the royal family that rules the principality of Laerel.
"Marqand's company?" says Helbe the elven thief, who then shrugs his shoulders, before adding "Who knows?".
The highly talented elven magic user continues on with "With it still dark out, that first ship will probably not spot them".
The elven master assassin who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council, then says "That second ship won't though, as it'll be dawn by the time it gets down here" he then adds "Especially if Marqand's lot continue to use the main road that's nearby".
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel glances at his right shoulder, where Narladene who is invisible to Tamric Drubine and Mira Reinholt, has just landed.
The elven master archer listens to what the ground pixie whispers to him, then he quietly tells the young field commander, and the once powerful mage "There's two more warships heading this way, trailing the second one by about twenty miles or so".
Rubbing his chin, field commander Drubine quietly says "Hell, four royal warships that aren't patrol vessels, here in the south of the kingdom".
The young noble originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin follows that with "They mean business".
Both councillor Raendril and councilor Reinholt nod in agreement with the young field commander in the Armies of Farque.
"And who knows how many will turn up later in the morning" adds Tam, who is the son of a former Knight of Castle Drubine. A castle that can be found in the heavily forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
The senior officer in the Armies of Farque falls silent, when they see Shur Kee the monk get up from where he's been sleeping.
The honorary member of Lord Farque's personal council, glances their way, and nods before he makes his way out of the barn.
They known the acolyte in the order of Bru Li does his physical routine, then meditates before the sun rises, as he does every day.
Field commander Drubine thinks about something for a moment, and after making a decision, he quietly says "We'll warn Marqand".
Looking at the young elven noble from the principality of Laerel, the young noble who hails from the kingdom of Sarcrin asks him "Think you can get me to them before that first warship, or at least that second one shows up?".
Without even hesitating, Helbe the elven thief nods his hooded head, then says "Easily". The elven magic user continues with "Not so to there".
In reply to Tam asking him "What about back down to the border, and the army still there?".
"If they're still on this side of the border when those warships show up, they're fucked " says Mira Reinholt the mage, both the young field commander, and the elven master assassin nod in agreement with that.
The young noble originally from the kingdom of Sarcrin then quietly explains to the pair who are members of Lord Farque's personal council, what they'll do.
After Tamric Drubine outlines what they'll do, he quietly says "After all, we've achieved what we set out to do when we left camp yesterday afternoon" he follows that, in a dry tone of voice with "Not that we actually did anything".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril faintly smiles at that, then the young field commander tells the once powerful mage "Get the others up, and get moving as quickly as you can".
Tam continues on from that with "And try to stay out of sight of any passing warships" followed by "And any mounted patrols too" he then adds "Whether local ones, or ones sent down from the capital".
"I will" says Mira Reinholt the mage with a nod of his hooded head, then field commander Drubine says "Let's get moving then".
As the Vexillian mage in exile moves off to start waking the others up. And Helbe the elven thief makes his way outside.
Tamric Drubine gathers his pack and weapons, then quietly wakes up his lover, Saanea the witch. The young noble who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, quickly and quietly tells her what's going on, and that he's going with the highly talented elven magic user.
Once he's finished speaking with the practitioner of magic who is his lover, field commander Drubine heads outside.
Where he finds the elven master archer off to one side, quietly talking with Shur Kee the monk. Who has paused in his predawn, early morning exercises.
After speaking with the physical adept, who is the only member of the group not from The Southlands.
The elven princeling from Laerel makes his way over to where field commander Drubine is quietly waiting for him in front of the barn.
"Ready?" quietly asks the highly talented elven spellcaster, the young field commander in the Armies of Farque nods his head in reply to the member of the undead warlord's personal council.
Helbe the elven thief then takes a hold of the left arm of Tamric Drubine. And in the gloom of predawn, the two of them vanish when the elven magic user looks southwards, and shifts them away on what's going to be another cold winters day in this region of The Southlands . . . . . .