War Fair 2.

The Town Of Fairfield. 

Rolling over after dropping down to the floor of the second floor room he's in, Zam the ex mercenary takes a steadying breath as he looks at the arrows and bolts stuck into the window frame above him to the right. 

The youngest member of the group rolls over once again, now on his stomach he quickly crawls across the floor towards the open doorway. 

"Fucking hell, what a morning" Zam the ex mercenary murmurs to himself as he crawls, the teenager who hails from The City Of Ruins sourly smiles as the smell of smoke gets stronger, as the building he's in is on fire. 

Once through the open doorway, he gets up and runs down the hallway, here on the second storey of what he was told was an old inn, that people had been living in until recently. 

The ex mercenary who can hear the sounds of fighting, both downstairs, and outside, heads towards the stairs that head up to the third floor of the building. 

The teenager who wonders how the rest of the group are fairing this morning, hurries up the stairs to the top floor of the old inn. 

He stops, and mutters "Shit" as at the far end of the hallway up here is missing, sure sign that a spell has hit the building. 

Nevertheless Zam heads down the hallway, making sure to hurry by any open doorways, and before he gets to where the hallway just ends. 

He drops down to his knees and starts crawling forward, stopping just short of where this end of the building has been destroyed. 

"Fuck" murmurs the ex mercenary who hails from The City Of Ruins as he looks out and down, and he sees a large group of the Robber Baron's soldiers milling around after they cut down a trio of the soldiers, known as The Resistors, those against the forming of a nation here in the very east of The Southlands. 

Zam who like the rest of the group, arrived here in the town of Fairfield just a few days ago, so Lord Farque and Helbe the elven thief could begin negotiating with The Resistors, to see if they would hire one of the undead warlord's Armies. 

Knows that he, along with the rest of the group, will be seen as the enemy to the Robber Baron's forces. 

And that at the moment, he's in a bit of a difficult situation to say the least. Considering the old inn he's in is on fire. 

And those soldiers down in the back courtyard of the old inn, which leads to the stables. Will definitely kill him if they get a hold of him. 

The youngest member of the group who was told earlier before the town was attacked at dawn, to get a lay of the land so to speak. 

Crawls back on his stomach, before standing up, once he's standing the ex mercenary originally from The City Of Ruins, who figures by default, that he and the rest of the group are on the side of The Resistors, shrugs his shoulders, and murmurs "Might as well". 

Zam, who wouldn't ordinarily wear his cloak on a summer's day like today, flips it open, and takes what's tied to the leather strap looped around and under his right arm. 

The teenager slightly winces as he holds it, then taking one end of the foot long, black metal cannister, he twists it, and after silently counting to three, he tosses it forward out of the hole where the end of the hallway would normally be. 

Though he wants to see what happens, the ex mercenary has been told to run when he uses it, so that's what he does, he turns around and runs back down the hallway. 

Zam knows that it's a vortex in the mage cannister that was given to him in the city of Vexil back in the springtime. 

He doesn't know exactly what that is, but he definitely hears it as he runs back down the hallway. 

There's a loud thud, that he feels reverberate through his entire body, quickly followed by what sounds like a howling swirling wind that causes his ears to pop. 

The youngest member of the group dives through the open doorway of the room closet to the stairs he came up, while behind him it sounds like all hell has broken loose. 

The mage cannister landed amongst the near forty soldiers of the Robber Baron who were milling around in the back courtyard, waiting for orders as they move forward through the town of Fairfield. 

And the spell within the mage cannister was released, with devastating effects, and that's putting it mildly. 

The courtyard behind the old inn is ripped up, so is part of the already damaged building, as well as the front of the stables, and a bit of the street running alongside of the old inn too. 

Along with everything in and on them that the spell touches, which includes the forty or so of the Robber Baron's soldiers, sending them flying upwards into the air into a swirling vortex of high speed wind. 

Which starts flinging away everything and everyone as it spins faster and faster as the vortex rises to nearly two hundred and fifty feet up into the air. 

Then as the invading soldiers are flung hundreds of feet in all directions to their deaths, while others are just torn apart by all the swirling debris within the vortex. The vortex itself starts to move. 

Luckily for Zam it moves away from the already damaged building he's in, going through one side of the stables and out onto the street. 

For if it went the other way, it would completely destroy the old inn that the ex mercenary who hails from The City Of Ruins finds himself in. 

Though one unintended consequence of using the mage cannister, is that the winds from it's spell are so strong. 

That it blows out most of the flames going through the ground floor of the three storey building, here on the eastern outskirts of the town of Fairfield. 

The pressure from the swirling wind also blows out the window shutters, and knocks down or opens most of the doors through the entire building. 

And considering Zam was still fairly close to it, he's sent rolling across the floor of the room he dived into. 

Sending him up against the wall, just below another window, that's had it shutters ripped off from the vortex that's wrecking destruction as it moves slowly down the nearby street. 

"Back to where I started" murmurs the ex mercenary, who then dryly adds "Kinda" before sighing as he wonders what the hell is going to happen to him next. 

After popping down out of view, and extending the arms of his crossbow so that it can generate more power. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy reloads the weapon, and quickly stands up as he looks across the street, to the building almost opposite the one he's on top of. 

The spy who is originally from the elven principality of Alinlae, who is now an officer in the Armies of Farque. 

Takes aim at a closed window shutter on the front right corner of the building across the street from him. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, shoots off the bolt in his crossbow. 

And the bolt slams into the second storey window shutter across the street, going through it, and slamming into the back of the archer in the Robber Baron's army, who is shooting out of the other window in that particular second storey room. 

As he drops back down to reload his unique weapon, the spy Tanith who has been hearing something for a little while, looks behind, and to the left. 

"The fuck is that?" murmurs Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy as he sees what looks like be a two hundred and fifty foot tall tornado. 

Making it's way down a nearby street, picking up everything and anything, and sending them flying for hundreds of feet in all directions. 

A couple of such things, lands upon the roof that the spy Tanith finds himself on top of, here in the town of Fairfield, in the unruled lands in the very east of The Southlands. 

One looks to be a shattered cart, or bits of it at least, as they lie scattered across the rooftop, this warm summer's day. 

The other is the body of a soldier in the Robber Baron's army, well his body minus his head, part of his left shoulder, and left arm as well. 

"Fuck getting caught up in that" sourly says the commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque, as he looks from the mini tornado on a nearby street, to the remains of the Robber Baron's soldiers lying on the roof just thirty feet from the spy Tanith. 

Then Dalin who is wondering which spellcaster created that whirling funnel of destruction, slightly frowns to himself as he recalls that young Zam has a mage cannister, inside of which is a vortex spell. 

The elven spy who hears the distant thuds of magetube shots firing up in the sky above the town of Fairfield and the surrounding countryside. Quickly glances up into the summer sky, and sees all the warships up there firing at each other. 

The spy Tanith who is fairly certain The Resistors vessels are easily outnumbered by two to one, probably even more. 

Wonders if the local airship that Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc went up on earlier this morning before dawn, is still flying somewhere above him. 

The elf from the principality of Alinlae hopes so, as he goes back to looking at the mini tornado on the nearby street. 

Looking back in the direction it's come from, the commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque spots the building in the distance on the eastern outskirts of town, that young Zam was going to check out this morning. 

Hell, he probably only used it because he's in trouble, Dalinvardèl Tanith thinks to himself, who then sighs as he makes a decision. 

The elven spy gets up, and starts moving, running along the rooftop he's on top of this morning, here in the town of Fairfield. 

Dalin leaps across to the roof of the building beside the one he was just on, ignoring the arrow shot at him by an enemy archer on a rooftop across the street from where he is. 

As that arrow goes flying harmlessly over the spy Tanith's hooded head, the elf who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland of Alinlae. 

Points his crossbow away to the right as he runs, and sends the bolt loaded in it flying. The bolt which slams into the gut of the enemy archer on the roof across the street. 

With a running leap, the commander in Armies of Farque clears the near twenty foot gap to the next building along. 

The elven spy doesn't even miss a stride as he continues to run along the rooftops in this part of the town of Fairfield. 

Where there's a battle taking place between those in the army of The Robber Baron who wants to set up a new nation here in the far east of The Southlands. 

And those locals, and their army, who are resisting this notion of a brand new nation which will be a kingdom if it forms. And the most eastern nation in all of The Southlands, once again, that's if it forms. 

The spy Tanith comes to a stop after he jumps to the roof of the next building along, and he runs across it to the other end. 

And as the mini tornado, or what he's pretty sure is a magical vortex spell, that was contained in mage cannister moves further and further away at this end of town. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith mutters "Fucking hell" in his native language of elven when he sees he can't jump across to the roof of another building. 

As there's a street between there and here, a street that's at least thirty feet wide, too far for even the flexible and athletic elven spy to leap across to. 

After sighing, the spy Tanith slings his crossbow across his back after bringing in it's extendable bow arms. 

The commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque hurries to the trapdoor in the roof he's on. 

Dalin opens it, and drops down to a hallway on the second floor of the building he's now inside of. 

The spy who hails from the elven principality of Alinlae draws his sword, and takes out a throwing dagger as he makes his way down the hallway in search of a set of stairs down. 

As he goes off to try and find Zam the ex mercenary, who he knows must be nearby in, or close to one of the buildings here in the eastern outskirts of the town of Fairfield. 

On what's turned out to be another warm summer's morning, in the unruled lands in the very east of The Southlands . . . . . .