The City-State Of Vexil.
It isn't raining as hard this morning as it was yesterday. In fact it's slacking off already when Zam the ex mercenary makes his way from the Merchant's Rest inn.
And by the looks of things, the drizzle will probably stop sometime later this morning. And things will start to clear as the wind has picked up, and the clouds above the city are breaking up and moving on.
The youngest member of the group is following Lord Farque and a disgruntled looking Dorc da Orc, who really doesn't want to be out in the drizzling rain this morning.
The teenager who is originally from The City Of Ruins is walking alongside Beldane the cleric. While Helbe the elven thief who exited the inn with them, has already disappeared. And has gone off. Where exactly. The ex mercenary isn't too sure.
The four of them head east through the northern neighbourhoods of the city of Vexil. With the large heavily armoured deathlord leading the way with the ork warleader walking beside him.
"I will" quietly says Zam the ex mercenary in the elven language in response to Beldane the cleric saying in the same language "Keep that hood of yours up" followed by "Don't want any of them to recognize you if we come across them this morning".
The them the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine is referring to, is members of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che.
Many of whom, well at least those still in the city. Want to see the end of both Zam and sir Percavelle Lé Dic. For the simple reason the former paladin who belongs to that particular knightly order, took out quite a lot of them during Le Grande Melee, on day two of the Spring Tourney of Vexil.
As he and the fighting cleric follow the two large figures in front of them, the youngest member of the group nods at Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc, then quietly asks Beldane "Think they'll actually do it?".
"Who knows?" is the quiet reply from the powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the kingdom of Nastell.
Zam slightly nods his hooded head, when the member of the church of Glaine quietly adds "Anything's possible with those two".
The ex mercenary is about to say something else, but he falls silent, as does Beldane when the deathlord of Farque glances back at them, and they see a brief flash of glowing blue light from his eye spot in his helm.
The four of them cross the street they're on, and enter a lane on the other side. Small shops and businesses have opened, or are opening for the day. As the rain continues to get lighter and lighter this morning here in the north of the city of Vexil.
At the end of the lane, Lord Farque turns left onto a street, as he does, he grabs Dorc da Orc by the left arm.
Zam catches a glimpse of the large ork scowling as he glances sideways at the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
Then the big burly ork who is from the southern polar region of the world, quickly looks away to the right, then growls before saying something in orkish.
The ex mercenary who hails from The City Of Ruins nods, then shakes his hooded head when he sees the ork weaponsmith trying to break free of Lord Farque's hold.
To no avail, as the ork general in the Armies of Farque is hauled down the street by the lord of the death realm.
Zam faintly smiles as next to him, Beldane after snorting in amusement, quietly says in elvish "Dwarves".
The teenager who is the youngest member of the group looks to where the powerful Nastellian spellcaster gestures to.
And he spots a pair of dwarves, merchants by the looks of them. Heading down a lane on the other side of the street from them.
In front of them, the large heavily armoured deathlord who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands also know him by. Keeps a firm hold of the left arm of the large ork, who is trying to look back to see where those two dwarven merchants have gone.
The undead warlord only lets go of the warleader of the ork race until quite a few streets later. And then only after the lord of the death realm says something in the incomprehensible language of the orks to Dorc.
That causes the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks to sourly smile, then mutter something in reply in the same language, before sighing in frustration.
Then after they cross a square, then wait for a horse drawn wagon to go by, they cross a street, and enter an alleyway between two sets of buildings.
They come to a stop when Lord Farque quietly says "Hold up" followed by "Wait here". Before he leaps up to the roof of the three storey building to their right.
With Dorc da Orc scowling as they stand in the lightly falling drizzle, both Zam and Beldane look up to where the undead warlord leapt up to.
And after a few moments, they see the large heavily armoured deathlord come into view again, and gives a few hand signals.
"Dorc stand close" says the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world grunts.
And though he wouldn't ordinarily do what's told to him by others in the group, the ork warleader grunts again and stands close to the cleric in the half plate armour, and the ex mercenary originally from The City Of Ruins.
Beldane levitates the three of them up to the roof of the building that the undead warlord is standing on.
And when they're on the roof, the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque nods his full helmed head for them to follow him across to the other side of the roof.
"Is that it?" quietly asks Zam the ex mercenary, who continues on with "Across from that small park I guess".
"That's it" replies Draugodrottin who has the elven name of Des'tier, which translates to The Destroyer.
The four of them are looking across to the chapter house or headquarters of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che here in the city of Vexil.
"Not very busy" states the powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the north of his homeland, the kingdom of Nastell.
"Only twenty or so in there at the moment" says the deathlord of Farque, who follows that with "Some of those are probably servants and the like".
The undead warlord falls silent as the four of them stand in the lightly falling drizzle on top of a three storey building.
While they watch the chapter house of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che on this spring morning here in the city of Vexil.
While Dorc da Orc grows bored, the other three continue watching the chapter house of the knightly order that sir Percavelle Lé Dic is a member of. As they do, Helbe the elven thief suddenly appears alongside them on the rooftop.
"How many exactly?" quietly asks Lord Farque, who follows on from that with "In the city all together".
"Just under forty" is the reply from Helbe the elven thief, who continues with "Twenty one here in the chapter house, though six of those are servants".
The highly talented elven magic user who is from the island principality of Laerel, then says "Three in the stables, and a trio who work in the kitchen and the main building itself".
The elven masterthief who just happens to be a member of the royal family that rules the principality of Laerel falls silent.
And they watch a pair of knights, or more likely knights apprentices, or even squires due to their age.
Make their way from the chapter house, and head into the city proper. Not that you can tell they're members of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che.
Due to the fact that they have normal looking clothes on beneath their cloaks. Which are also normal looking compared to what they usually wear.
"They're after you Zam" quietly says the highly talented elven practitioner of magic with a gesture at the pair who have just left the knightly order's chapter house.
"And Percy" adds the elven master assassin who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council, and is also his envoy.
It's not long before another pair from the knightly order leave the chapter house, and head into the northern neighbourhoods of the capital city of Vexil.
As they do, the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel says "They're in a bit of a mess in there" the elven master archer continues with "With that trio Axe killed yesterday".
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel explains how the disappearance of the three knights apprentices killed by the undead wardog Axe has put those remaining members of the order here in the city, into a state of confusion.
With some believing they must of found some evidence of sir Percavelle Lé Dic and Zam, and are after them. While others think that the missing trio have been the victims of foul play.
It doesn't help that Helbe the elven thief has been stirring the pot this morning. By casting spells here and there amongst the members in the chapter house.
Effecting their decisions, and plans for the day. As evidence as another pair depart the chapter house, and head southeast into the city.
"That big fucken doggy not arounds here, is he?" mutters Dorc da Orc as he scowls while peering around through the falling drizzle.
The undead warlord slightly nods his full helmed head, and gestures away to their left. The ork warleader grunts when he looks in that direction.
After a few moments, Zam who is looking the same way. Nods his head, when he briefly catches sight of the massive undead wardog Axe, on a rooftop about fifty yards away to their left.
The youngest member of the group, who was scratching a living together, a meager one at that, as a mercenary in The City Of Ruins when the others found him, looks back towards the chapter house of the Knights of Saint Mar'che.
"There's usually anywhere between two hundred and two hundred and fifty of them here in the city at one time" says prince Helbenthril Raendril who continues with "Most are out of the city, thinking Percy and Zam took off to the south right after the tourney finished".
"That sir Olmard?" asks the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who follows that with "The one who knew Percy when he was younger" Des'tier adds "He still here in the city?".
"He is" replies the highly talented and skilled elven magic user, who continues with "He's out and about in the city already" followed by "Left before dawn from what I've learnt".
The elven masterthief then says "He's hell bent on finding Percy in particular" the elven princeling glances at Zam then quietly adds "He doesn't really care if you're found or not Zam".
"Nice to be wanted so" dryly murmurs the teenager who is originally from The City Of Ruins, with a faux disappointed shake of the head.
The elven master assassin who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council faintly smiles, then tells the lord of the death realm "Killing him might solve some of our problems".
The son of the heir to the throne of Laerel, after a pause or two, continues with "Though keeping him alive, and feeding him a whole lot of bullshit might be an advantage to us too".
The large heavily armoured deathlord nods his full helmed head, and they watch another pair exit the chapter house of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che.
"Less than ten in there now" says Draugodrottin, who after a moments pause, continues with "That should be enough".
"You going to go ahead then?" asks the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who is answered with a nod from the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
Zam slightly winces at hearing that, then he nods when Lord Farque gestures at him and Beldane, and says "You two wait here" followed by "We'll deal with it".
The undead warlord then tells his envoy "Send the servants on their way" he follows that with "And get rid of any sign of those who are about to meet their fate".
"Huh?" says Dorc da Orc with a sideways glance at the large heavily armoured deathlord, who sighs before saying to the ork warleader who is a general in his Armies "Those we're going to fucking kill".
As the large ork grunts in satisfaction, as he's suddenly interested in what they're doing this morning.
Draugodrottin says to the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine as he points to a spot in the chapter house near the small park that's across the street "Beldane send me and Dorc there when I give the signal".
The fighting cleric nods his head, and after Helbe the elven thief disappears, and a short while after that, the half a dozen servants in the nearby chapter house of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che can be seen quickly leaving it.
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque nods to Beldane, then the lord of the death realm, along with the large ork disappear from the rooftop.
Then reappear down in a courtyard behind the main building of the nearby chapter house. Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle to give him his actual name, has already got a weapon in each hand, as he hurries after Lord Farque who is running into the main building of the chapter house.
"If they were in turmoil about the disappearance of those three yesterday" says Beldane the cleric, who follows on from that with "They'll be in complete chaos with the disappearance of the nine left in that building over there".
The powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the north the kingdom of Nastell, then adds "Especially since his highness will get rid of evidence of what's actually happening over there".
What's happening over there, Zam knows. And he slightly winces at the thought of that. As he knows at least nine more members of the knightly order that sir Percavelle Lé Dic belongs to.
Are meeting their demise at the hands of Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc. Both of whom have absolutely no qualms about what's essentially murder they're commiting at this time. On what's a drizzly morning, here in the northern neighbourhoods of the city of Vexil . . . . . .