Northern Vexil.
After landing near where the group have stopped for the moment, Lord Farque calls over Helbe the elven thief, along with Mira Reinholt the mage and Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman.
While the others have something to eat and drink now that it's after midday on this cold winters day here in the hill country of northern Vexil.
"Wonder what they're talking about?" quietly says Lisell Maera the scout leader with a nod of her head over to the undead warlord and members of his personal council.
She looks at Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy who is sitting on a nearby fallen tree, who shrugs his shoulders in response to her look.
"Helbe must of cast a spell" quietly says Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, who follows that with "I can't hear what they're saying".
For as an elf with their naturally enhanced hearing, he should easily be able to hear the conversation about forty yards away from the rest of them.
The scout Maera grunts, then she looks at Tamric Drubine the field commander, who is sitting with his lover Saanea the witch, and lifts an arched eyebrow when he looks at her and the spy Tanith.
"I guess we'll find out eventually" says Tamric Drubine the field commander, who after a brief pause, quietly adds "I hope".
Tovis the war engineer who is sitting on a tree stump, says "I wonder if the mage even knows what they're saying" he continues on with "He still looks a little out of it to me".
Zam the ex mercenary who is sitting on the ground next to the tree stump Tovis is on, nods his head in agreement with him.
As they can all see that Mira Reinholt the mage is still a bit wobbly on his feet, and that Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman every so often has to reach out and hold the once powerful mage by the arm to steady him.
As three of the members of the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque's personal council discuss something in private with him.
While behind the four of them, the wyvern the undead warlord took from a rider in the aircorp of the city-state of Vexil. Sits there watching them, or to be exact, watching the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque.
Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, looks over to where Dorc da Orc is sitting under a tree. Eating what suspiciously looks like part of a human leg, a thigh to be exact.
Though the large ork is clearly distracted by the nearby wyvern. As he keeps looking over at it while he chews away on his lunch.
Field commander Drubine rolls his eyes as he knows all about the ork warleader's attraction to flying. And everything that's able to take flight. Especially living creatures like wyverns.
Tam who is originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, suspects the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, wants to fly the wyvern.
Either that, or fuck it, and eat it. And in no particular order, as the ork general isn't fussy about such things.
The young field commander refrains from sighing, and instead is just glad Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who is nearby.
Aren't arguing at the moment. Which they started to do once the group got going again after the mage Reinholt was healed by Beldane the cleric.
Who is off to one side, sitting with Shur Kee the monk as they eat their lunch, under the branches of a rather large tree.
"At least we won't get attacked by any randoms" says Lisell Maera, for Lord Farque informed them that no one is in this area of the forest at the moment.
And those that are closest, are further away to the south and heading west, heading that way rather quickly too. As they're the survivors of an attack by some undead that the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque unleashed.
"That's something I guess" says Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as those who know him well tend to call him.
As he along with the rest of them, with the exception of Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
Constantly look over to where the lord of the death realm is discussing something with members of his personal council.
"You think it'll work?" asks Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman with a look first at Lord Farque, then at Helbe the elven thief.
"Can't see why not" says Lord Farque as the four of them stand amongst a clump of twisted and gnarled trees, a bit away from the rest of the group.
With a glance at the elven masterthief who is his envoy when it comes to matters of state, as well as negotiations, the undead warlord adds "Elves all look the same to a lot of people".
"Thanks" sourly says the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, which illicts a chuckle from Mira Reinholt the mage, who says "True".
Then the once powerful mage, who has pulled the hood of his cloak down off his head, shakes his head as if to clear it.
The highly talented elven magic user rolls his eyes, then he looks at the large figure of the deathlord of Farque, and asks him "So you want me to go?" followed by "And presumably Dalin too?" he then adds "Since there were two other elves with that Salinéll".
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who has the name of Draugodrottin that his people also know him by, nods his full helmed head.
Then with a frown upon his face, not that anyone can see it behind the faceplate of his full helm, the undead warlord steps forward and slaps Mira Reinholt across the face.
The Vexillian mage in exile after wincing, opens his eyes wide, and is just about to say something to the lord of the death realm that he'll probably regret.
Instead he grunts, then after cleaning his throat, says "Thanks" to the large heavily armoured deathlord. As now his head is much clearer than it previously was.
The undead warlord who has the elven name of Des'tier, doesn't say anything in reply to that from the mage Reinholt.
The deathlord of Farque instead answers the elven master assassin's previous question with "Yes" followed by "They'll never know the difference".
"If you say so" says the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, who just shrugs his shoulders, then asks the large heavily armoured deathlord "When do you want us to go?".
"Might as well go now" says Draugodrottin, much to the surprise of the three members of his personal council that he's talking with.
"Er?" says Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman who after glancing around, continues with "I know it's clear here where we are" followed by "But they're still in the middle of a battle in these hills".
"I doubt for long" says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who continues with "The Girdanians aren't crossing the border, there's no more Vexillians on the ground approaching from the south, at least not anytime soon".
Des'tier gestures away to the southwest, then says "The only fighting, if there still is any, will be far away to the south and west of here".
The undead warlord briefly pauses before adding "Besides the rest of the group can start heading east too".
Helbe the elven thief nods his hooded head, then after thinking about something, he asks the large individual in the full suit of blue, black coloured plate armour "You coming too?". As he gestures to himself, then over to where Dalinvardèl Tanith is sitting with the rest of the group.
The lord of the death realm nods, then says "I'll do most of the talking" he continues with "I just want you and Dalin to pretend that you're those two other elves who were hanging out with that bitch Salinéll".
The elven princeling from Laerel nods his hooded head in understanding, then he says "I guess I'll go and get Dalin and explain things to him".
The large heavily armoured deathlord nods, then he hikes a thumb over his shoulder, to the wyvern behind him and says "We'll be taking that".
The highly talented elven magic user rolls his eyes, as he's never particularly cared for wyverns, as they're fractious creatures, and are no where near as good at flying, or anywhere as fast as the griffons that elven noble houses use.
"I'll just have a word with Dalin" says prince Helbenthril Raendril of Laerel, who then drops the silence spell he's had around them, then makes his way over to where the spy Tanith is sitting with Lisell Maera the scout, near Tamric Drubine the field commander, and Saanea the witch.
"Heads up, here comes Helbe" quietly says Lisell Maera the scout as the elven masterthief makes his way to where they're sitting.
As he approaches, the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel says "Dalin come along" followed by "There's something we've got to do".
The spy Tanith quirks an eyebrow, then he looks at the others who are close by, and he shrugs his shoulders.
Then the elf who is originally from the principality of Alinlae, gets up from where he's sitting, and makes his way over to the highly talented elven magic user.
Who has turned and his making his way back to where Lord Farque is waiting with Mira Reinholt the mage and Malisse aka Zubutai Timaginson.
As they walk, the elven princeling who is actually younger than the spy Tanith, basically by a hundred years or so, says to him "This is what we're going to do".
Helbe the elven thief then quickly informs the elven spy what Lord Farque is going to do, and what he expects of the two elves.
Dalin's eyebrows shoot up in surprise when he hears what the elven master assassin has to say. Then the spy Tanith, who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland of Alinlae. Nods to Mira Reinholt the mage and Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman as they walk by them to where Lord Farque is standing next to the wyvern.
The wyvern that hisses in displeasure when the two elves come to a stop next to it, and the deathlord of Farque.
The undead warlord says something that the elven spy and the elven masterthief don't understand.
And the wyvern after a glare at the two elves, hunkers down low, grumbling as it does so. Then all of a sudden, with it's head low to the ground, the wyvern starts snorting, followed by blowing air from between it's curled lips.
As he gets up into the saddle, Lord Farque rolls his eyes, then in common says "Gnat" followed by "Leave it alone". As the wyvern is now trying to bite at something only it can see.
Narladene the ground pixie softly giggles, then after one more dart in at the head of the wyvern, which tries to bite her again.
The naturally magical creature wings her way to where Helbe the elven thief is climbing up onto the back of the wyvern.
The undead warlord just shakes his full helmed head as the tiny winged creature goes by him, to land on the right shoulder of the elven magic user who is seated behind the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
Dalinvardèl Tanith climbs up behind the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel and sits down between two of the spinal ridges along the back of the wyvern.
Almost as if he's reading his thoughts, which he is, Helbe the elven thief tells the spy Tanith "Don't worry, you won't fall".
Dalin nods his hooded head in understanding as he figures the highly talented elven magic user has cast a spell on them so they stay upon the back of the wyvern.
Which leaps into the air after Lord Farque gives it a command, in what prince Helbenthril Raendril figures must be the language of dragons.
As it's the only language that can truly command a wyvern. A language that the large winged creatures instinctively obey, even if they've never heard it before in their lives.
The wyvern lifts up above the treetops, and as the wyvern turns east, Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy looks back and down.
And spots the rest of the group in amongst the trees below. The elven spy who hails from the principality of Alinlae waves out to them, before they disappear from sight.
Dalin then looks ahead as the wyvern levels off at about a thousand feet above the ground on this cold winters day here in the north of the city-state of Vexil.
As it heads east to what was previously an old abandoned gold mine here in the hill country of northern Vexil.
Abandoned, until it was recently reopened by the elven maiden Salinéll, and the group who accompanied her.
A mine, like other such recently reopened mines here in the north of the city-state opened by Salinéll, that Lord Farque now wants for himself . . . . . .
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