Wonderful 107.

The Principality Of Maladimbáh...

At the edge of the clearing to the southeast of the tor, on which stands the tower of house Haldéilv. Helbe the elven thief looks to the small town at the base of the tor.
The young elven noble who has just watched a squad of house guards in the service of lord Haldéilv, ride into town, then enter the tor through the wide doors at the base of it.
Turns and walks back amongst the trees after Narladene the ground pixie informs him of who is approaching. It's not long before the young elven noble from the principality of Laerel in the Southlands sees lord Farque making his way through the forest at a run.
Once he joins the blurred and shielded elven magic user, lord Farque says to the young elven princeling "Anything of interest?".
"Just saw some house guards ride in, which is a little odd" says Helbe the elven thief who continues with "Considering all the others we've seen, have most likely left from here to confront lord Walashàele guards who have crossed the river".
"They're her mercenaries in disguise" says the undead warlord who continues with "That's her trap she's set for you" the elven masterthief faintly smiles, then murmurs "It's so nice to be wanted".
The heavily armoured deathlord nods for the young elven noble to follow him, and the two of them head to their left, going west along the south of the clearing. They stop amongst the trees about a hundred yards from where they were before.
And after the lord and ruler of the lands Farque tells the elven master assassin to briefly drop his shield spell so that Kaldeàlil Haldéilv can locate him, he points up at the tower on top of the rocky tor, and says "See that balcony there about three quarters of the way up?".
"Yeah" says the grandson of Prince Raendril who then adds "What of it?" the lord of the death realm replies with "End up there" he continues with "It's the balcony to the suite where Mira was held prisoner, there's a bit of symmetry, not to mention a fuck load of irony for things to end there for her".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril faintly smiles to that, then he says "Narladene says the others are all in there" as he nods at the tor and the tower on top of it. Draugadrottin as he's also known by the people of his lands, nods his full helmed head in agreement with that, then he tells the young elven noble, who like himself is from south of the equator "Make sure to drop your shield spell once more when you're inside, so the annoying fucking cow knows where you are".
"I will" says the elven masterthief, who then adds "You want me to shift you up as well?" as he nods towards the near five hundred foot tall tor, and the palace like tower that's on top of it. "Don't bother" says the undead being who is also known as Des'tier to an older generation of elves in the Southlands, who happen to know who he is.
The deathlord of Farque nods to the town, and the base of the tor behind it, and says "I'll go in the way i came out of it last time" the undead warlord adds "Through the front door" the lord of the death realm then mutters "I'm not fucking climbing up there again that's for sure".
The elven magic user nods his hooded head, and after the heavily armoured deathlord tells him "You'd better get going, she's only a few hundred yards away" the elven princeling, with Narladene the ground pixie holding onto his right shoulder, shifts away towards the tor.
While lord Farque leaves the trees and walks out into the midday sun, heading for the town that's right infront of him. The undead being in the full suit of heavy plate armour, that's dark blue, black in colour. Heads for the center of town, as he quickly makes his way to the open doors in the base of the tor behind the town.
Up in the palatial like tower that's the seat of power of house Haldéilv, Lisell Maera who is in a suite at the southeast corner with the others, and like the rest of the group, is looking out the open windows, spots something.
"Hey over here" says Lisell Maera, the orphan teenager from the city-state of Brattonbury in the Southlands, who is at the window furtherest to the right in the main room of the suite, adds "Down there in the town".
Making his way over to the window Lis is at, Riley Hait the mercenary ranger asks her "What is it?" she replies with "Lord Farque".
They all hurry over to the last two windows on the right, which Tamric Drubine and Lisell Maera, respectively, have been looking out of. They all look down at the town at the base of the tor, and soon they all spot the lord and ruler of the lands Farque walking through the town in this direction.
They see the deathlord of Farque look up, and look directly at them, and slightly nod his full helmed head. "Well he knows we're here" says Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy as they continue to watch the undead warlord approach the base of the tor "Subtle as ever i see" dryly says the ranger Hait, who continues in the same tone with "Heading straight for the main doors".
"Good fellow that lord Farque" declares sir Percavelle Lé Dic who then adds "No mucking about with him by Saint Mar-che, straight to the point he is" Riley aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman rolls his eyes, then says "He'll be up here before long" the mercenary ranger then adds "Helbe is probably here already, and that means she isn't all that far away".
The human ranger who was raised and trained in the elven principality of Envadarlen in the Southlands, looks at the others from south of the equator, and tells them "Get ready for just about anything".
Just then the first shout, and first scream comes from the town below at the base of the tor. As those who who saw what happened, the night a couple of weeks ago here at the seat of power of lord Haldéilv, recognise the large figure in the dark blue, black full heavy plate armour, as the person who attacked the palace like tower of house Haldéilv.
Further in the tor and the tower that's on top of it, Mira Reinholt the mage says in an exasperated tone of voice "Dorc put your hands out" as a cackling Dorc da Orc goes shooting by him.
The once powerful mage shakes his black hooded head, then quickly brings his arms close beside him, and he shoots further up the wind tower as the large ork is doing. The Vexilian mage in exile looks up, then down, to make sure no one else is in the wind tower. So far so good, as it's still just the two of them in the tower, that's a shaft through the center of the tor and the palace like tower, that a magical wind flows through, allowing anyone in it to go up and down as they like.
The ork warleader finally stops as he puts both hands down infront of himself, because he scratches his nuts, which are feeling itchy because of all the wind blowing up through his grubby knee length pants.
The mage Reinholt who is relieved to see the ork weaponsmith has stopped next to one of the openings in the shaft. Comes alongside the big burly ork, twists in mid air as he uses his hands to control his speed and trajectory. He's on his side, as he kicks out with both feet, connecting with the large ork's left arm.
Before Dorkindle knows what's happening, he's shunted sideways. Normally a drop kick from the exiled Vexilian mage wouldn't even budge the warleader of the ork race.
But because the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks had come to a complete stop, and was floating there in the wind tower scratching his nuts with both hands.
The momentum of the still moving spellcaster from south of the equator, sent him sideways out through the opening in the shaft.
"Shit tits!" growls Dorc da Orc as he stumbles, and falls flat on his face on the floor of the hallway he's been kicked out into once gravity takes effect on him again.
The mage from the city-state of Vexil, who also happens to be a highly skilled swordmaster, steps out of the wind tower and into the hallway. Then knowing what to say, as he's heard lord Farque say it many times over the years, the mage Reinholt as he walks by the large ork lying face down on the floor, says to ork warleader "Stop fucking around, and get your fat ass up, we're going".
"The fuck?" mutters Dorkindle in the ork language, who gets up off the floor growling, looks back at the wind tower he was having fun in, before he was rudely shoved out of it. Then at Mira Reinholt, who is walking away down the hallway "Killer you fucken cuntbag" growls the large ork, who then grunts as he realises he said that in his native language, and the swordmaster Reinholt wouldn't of understood it.
Dorc da Orc then sighs as the Vexilian mage in exile, without looking back says "Hurry up, we're going to be late" before he rounds a corner. The son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks, shakes his head in disgust, then hurries to catch up to the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster.
Out in the forest, Kaldeàlil Haldéilv the elven magic user along with her two hired mercenaries from the region of Belinswae, Harrick and Linden. Have stopped at the edge of the clearing, and are looking up at the tor and the tower on top of it, as they stand beneath a tree.
"Never thought we'd be back here again" quietly says Linden the mercenary guard, the older mercenary guard Harrick nods his head in agreement with Linden, who then asks the attractive elven maid "Is he here?".
"He's here" says Kaldeàlil Haldéilv the elven magic user "And the others?" asks Harrick, who then adds "Paquildelthé and the rest?" referring to the elven mercenaries hired in the lands of lord Walashàele, who crossed into the lands of house Haldéilv disguised as Walashàele house guards, who were to change into the colours of house Haldéilv, and enter the tor, and tower of lord Haldéilv.
"If they didn't get caught on the way here, they should be in there and waiting for us" says the illegitimate daughter of lord Haldéilv, who looks back into the forest as she senses Galacithàné Walashàele not too far away. The younger cousin of the head of house Walashàele is keeping out of sight this close to the seat of power of lord Haldéilv.
By the forest gods, what a fucking coward, the attractive elven maid thinks to herself in disgust, then the elven magic user who can still sense her father and lord Walashàele battling one another in the midday sky away to the east. Frowns as she thinks she hears something.
"You hear that?" quietly asks Kaldeàlil Haldéilv, after the two human mercenaries from southern Belinswae shake their heads no, the elven magic user who is the product of rape, says "Sounds like something happening over in the town there" she follows that up with "Come on".
The three of them run beneath the trees at the edge of the clearing, and as the small town comes into view, they're all pretty certain they hear shouts come from some of the town folks.
"Hope Paquildelthé and the others haven't been found out" quietly says Harrick once they've come to a stop, Kaldeàlil Haldéilv shakes her head, and murmurs "No it's something else" and just as she's about to read the mind of one of the townsfolk she spots, she suddenly senses her quarry up in her father's tower.
You little shit! the attractive elven maid thinks to herself in anger as she looks up at the tor, and the palace like tower that sits upon it.
"There's our old rooms" quietly says Linden to Harrick as he points up to about three quarters of the way up the palatial like tower, to the balcony of the suite where they held their prisoner, the mage from the Southlands, Mira Reinholt.
After briefly sensing prince Helbenthril Raendril of Laerel, the elven noble from south of the equator, who was responsible for killing her lover Xanderlith Karlavilt. Kaldeàlil Haldéilv looks at the pair of mercenaries from the coast of Belinswae, and says to them "He's up in the tower alright" the elven magic user continues with "He's not far from the level our old guest suite is on".
The attractive elven maid nods her head back to further in the trees behind them, and as the three of them walk quickly back amongst the trees, she quietly says to Harrick and Linden "Time to set our trap". As they walk further back into the trees, the illegitimate daughter of lord Haldéilv starts casting a spell. And when they finally come to a stop, a rift starts to form infront of the three of them.
"Galacithàné you and those guards with you coming along or what?" calls out Kaldeàlil Haldéilv, who then looks at the two mercenary guards, and quickly tells them something by way of mindspeech.
Harrick slightly nods, and so does Linden, then the elven magic user calls out "I'm only going to leave it open for a little while after I've gone through, so you better hurry up".
The attractive elven maid then nods to Harrick, who like Linden has drawn his sword, the older of the two mercenary guards goes through the rift first, followed by Linden, then Kaldeàlil Haldéilv enters her rift.
A couple of moments later, and the elven noble Galacithàné Walashàele, and a small squad of lord Walashàele's house guards hurry from behind some scrub, and make their way through the rift too. A few moments after the last house guard in the service of lord Walashàele has gone through the rift cast by Kaldeàlil Haldéilv to her father's tower, it disappears . . . . . .