Wonderful 18.

Belinswae. The City Of Falnic...

Helbe the elven thief looks out over some of the docks of Falnic and sighs, as again he's yet to find any sign of either lord Farque, Dorc da Orc or Mira Reinholt the mage. The elven masterthief who was hoping to find them in this part of Belinswae, or at least Falnic itself, shakes his hooded head as he has to wait until he and the others continue their search for the three missing members of the group.
The reason for the wait have just returned to the city, the elven magic user can sense the magical sword that Tamric Drubine uses is once again in Falnic as he was expecting it would be today. For Narladene the ground pixie informed during the night, that the two youngsters who have been missing, were returning to the city, coming up the road from the southeast.
The elven prince who wants to know why the two youngsters took it upon themselves to continue the search, when Helbenthril Raendril specifically told them to remain in the city until he searched further afield. Wryly smiles as he figures he would of done the same thing if he was in their position, afterall he is of a similar comparative age to the two of them, even though he's over two hundred and ten years old.
"Now i know how lord Farque feels when we all go off and do our own thing" Helbe the elven thief dryly murmurs to himself in his first language, the language of the elven nobility. The young elven noble from the principality of Laerel, one of the three elven principalities in the Southlands, feels it's particularly galling considering he's now the nominal leader of the group of adventurers.
The elven master assassin turns and looks out to the open sea, where he can see some fishing smacks in the distance returning to port. The grandson of Prince Raendril, the ruling prince of Laerel, hopes that's a good omen. For now the two youngsters Tamric Drubine and Lisell Maera are back. Maybe the missing trio of lord Farque, Dorc da Orc and Mira Reinholt the mage will return to the rest of them like the fishing smacks in the distance are coming back to port.
The elven master archer who knows deep down that things won't be that easy, for nothing has been easy since Renoa where the ork warleader and the Vexilian mage in exile were captured by Kaldeàlil Haldéilv and her cohorts from the church of Galavin. Captured for one reason only, so that Helbenthril Raendril would come and rescue them, so Kaldeàlil Haldéilv could confront him and kill him.
The elven magic user who has been lured north of the equator by his arch nemesis, for killing the person that she was in love with. Turns back around and looks towards the White Gull inn, which is at the base of one of the hills behind the port area of the city.
The elven masterthief senses in that direction, and finds one of the city's justifiers not far from the inn. The elven princeling isn't surprised, as he knows that they keep an eye on visitors to their city, especially visitors from beyond the region of Belinswae.
"Justifiers" mutters the young elven noble, who thinks of the authority here in the city of Falnic and this part of Belinswae, as they're nothing more than petty dictators to him, who are fortunate enough to have the ability to cast spells. The elven master assassin knows that if they weren't practitioners of magic, no way would any of them be in the position of power that they have at the moment.
Helbe the elven thief who is just glad there aren't too many justifiers in Falnic, which also means there aren't too many spellcasters either. Glances up as a wyvern soars over the docks infront of him, and lands upon the roof of a nearby building.
Another wyvern near where that one has landed, let's out an indignant squawk as it turns around beneath an awning which gives it some shade from the midday sun.
The young elven noble shakes his hooded head as the larger wyvern that's just landed squawks back, and Helbenthril Raendril murmurs "Stupid things" before looking across to where the White Gull inn is.
The princeling from the island of Laerel off the coast of the Southlands is just about to shift away, when Narladene the ground pixie suddenly appears infront of him and says "They're back". "I know" says Helbe the elven thief who then adds "Meet me back at the inn" the elven magic user who is blurred and shielded, shifts away before the tiny winged creature is able to land upon one of his shoulders and hang onto his light weight summer cloak.
The naturally magical creature shakes her head and sourly smiles as she watches the elven masterthief shift to be over the water in the harbour, then shift again to the roof of the inn they're staying at.
"He's under a lot of stress i guess" Narladene quietly murmurs to herself, she feels sorry for the young elven noble she's attached to. Who has been thrust into the position of leader of the group, now that lord Farque is gone, as well as Dorc da orc and Mira Reinholt the mage.
The ground pixie from the Sunreach Mountains in the Southlands looks around at the city, and slightly shakes her head. She has visited Falnic once before, and it's changed a lot since then, afterall it was just a small seaside town when she was last here over three hundred years ago.
"Things change" Narladene murmurs to herself, and that's true of a lot of things, including the state of the group of adventurers that she and Helbenthril Raendril travel with. The tiny winged creature lets out a small sigh, then she wings her way across the harbour to where the White Gull inn is located.
Helbe the elven thief enters the suite of rooms they're using in the White Gull, the young elven noble who is still blurred and shielded, so that no one knows he's here, looks at the rest of the group who are questioning Tamric Drubine and Lisell Maera who have just returned to the inn.
The elven princeling looks at Shur Kee the monk and faintly smiles. He's glad to admit that he doesn't mind having the acolyte in the order of Bru Li back in the group, even with Shur Kee's odd ways and sayings. The monk from the far eastern coast of the continent is always a valued hand in any trouble they might get into, especially with the unique powers and abilities the short statured monk has at his disposal.
Helbenthril Raendril then looks at Riley Hait the mercenary ranger and slightly shakes his hooded head, then faintly grins. For the simple reason that Zubutai the barbarian hordesman has not died in quite sometime. The hordes outrider from the southern tundra has been the mercenary ranger from the elven principality of Envadarlen for over four years now, by far the longest amount of time that the soul of Zubutai Timaginson has been in another body.
The elven prince from Laerel has even sometimes forgotten that the ranger Hait is still the barbarian hordesman Zubutai, as it's just become the norm to think of him as the mercenary ranger from Envadarlen and nothing else. The elven master archer who must remedy that, so he still thinks of Riley Hait as Zubutai Timaginson, then looks at the second to last person to join the group.
Dalinvardél Tanith, the elven spy who joined the group three years ago in the principality of Alínlae in the Southlands. The elf who was a member of the household staff of the noble family of Ollinsállé in that particular elven principality, has fitted into the group with ease. With none of the others having to say a bad word about him. Apart from Dorc da Orc who doesn't really care about any of the others in the group of adventurers, and who says bad words, a lot of them and often, about everyone in the group.
Then the elven magic user looks at the newest member of the group, who is demanding what the two youngsters Tamric and Lisell have been up to, the newest member of the group who definitely hasn't fitted into the group with ease.
Helbenthril Raendril sourly smiles as he looks at sir Percavelle Lé Dic, the bane of basically all of his troubles at the moment. The elven masterthief still can't believe that the knight in the order of Saint Mar-che is even part of the group, even worse he's part of the group because of something he, Helbe the elven thief did.
The young elven noble thinks back to fifteen months ago when last his power of forethought came into fruition. He winces at the thought, which even to this day, he thinks is a mistake, though it's proven to be otherwise.
Helbenthril Raendril sourly smiles again as he recalls waking up after blacking out when his power of forethought took over, and he informed lord Farque as to who they were to find next. The elven princeling has heard the undead warlord laugh in the past, infact the deathlord of Farque burst out laughing when previously the elven masterthief's power of forethought revealed that Lelalwynn Aelvilth was one day to be the wife of the youngest member of the Raendril royal family.
But the lord and ruler of the lands Farque absolutely cracked up laughing after Helbe the elven thief told him that the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic was to be the next member of the group, and lord Farque asked "What, that crazy fucking paladin who was always trying to kill Dorc?" and the young elven noble replied "Yeah, that's the one".
The elven masterthief continues to sourly smile as he recalls lord Farque walking away, doubling over as he laughed. The lord of the death realm even lifted the visor of his full helm, and turned his head as he wiped his eyes clear of the tears of laughter that were falling.
Though after the heavily armoured deathlord finally stopped laughing, the elven magic user saw him glance over to where Dorc da Orc was standing wondering what was going on, and heard the undead warlord mutter "Fucking hell, how am i going to deal with those two idiots together?".
Putting his reminiscing aside, Helbenthril Raendril looks at the two youngsters who have just returned to Falnic, the elven masterthief reads their minds, starting with Tamric Drubine, as he knows they're both likely to tell him something that's less than truthful.
The young elven noble glances at Tam's sword, and rolls his eyes, as he learns that the nobleborn youngster from the kingdom of Sarcrin had a couple of encounters with bandits as he traveled down the southeast road in search of Lisell Maera.
Then the elven masterthief looks at the teenager from the city-state of Brattonbury, the blurred and shielded elven magic user reads her mind too.
Fuck! Helbe the elven thief thinks to himself in a moment of shock as he looks at Lis after finding out what's happened to her, the elven princeling who has gone completely still, then silently adds, by the forest gods, what do i do now? . . . . . .