Wonderful 116.

The Principality Of Maladimbáh...

Kaldeàlil Haldéilv the elven magic user senses through to the otherside of the door, into the main room of the large suite. She glances at both Harrick and Linden, the mercenary guards from the region of Belinswae.
"Mira" mouths Kaldeàlil Haldéilv the elven magic user, Harrick the mercenary guard nods, then he steps closer to the attractive elven maid and whispers to her "The other one?" followed by "The elven noble you're after". The illegitimate daughter of lord Haldéilv shakes her head no, causing the older of the two mercenary guards to grimace.
Truth be told, the attractive elven maid feels the exact same way, and not just because she's bruised all over after getting caught up in that last explosion. But because she's seeing three years of hard work coming to naught.
With her quarry, prince Helbenthril Raendril not showing up, which she was expecting after leading him here to her father's tower, upon the rocky tor.
The elven magic user looks at Linden, who has moved to the closed door, and has an ear to it. The younger of the two humans from the south of Belinswae, lifts a hand, then he quickly moves back to where the other two are standing.
"Think someone is approaching" whispers Linden the mercenary guard, Kaldeàlil Haldéilv listens carefully, then she quickly casts a spell to increase the sensitivity of her hearing.
The attractive elven maid, the death of whose lover, an elven noble from Alínlae in the Southlands, Xanderlith Karlavilt, set off her current course of action.
Hears a distinctive set of footsteps, metallic sounding, approaching the locked door, from the otherside in the large suite. The elven magic user who is shielded thanks to an amulet she wears on fine silver neck chain. Is pretty certain as to who that is.
She grimaces at the prospect of that individual entering the room she's in at the moment. For she knows she hasn't stopped him already, then there's very little chance she can stop him at all.
Where's a stinking cleric when you need one, Kaldeàlil Haldéilv sourly thinks to herself, then the illegitimate daughter of the local lord, whose seat of power, is the palace like tower she's in at the moment.
Slightly frowns as she continues to listen to what's approaching on the otherside of the now locked door, thanks to Linden, who slammed it shut a little earlier, who has now moved forward again, and locked it with the key, and is putting the inner bar up behind it.
The attractive elven magic user, who until recently, has spent much of the last eighty years away from her homeland of Maladimbáh. Isn't too sure, but she thinks she hears another footfall beside the metallic sounding one.
Is that, is all Kaldeàlil Haldéilv thinks to herself, before she clearly hears a loud, growling voice come from within the main room of the large suite. The illegitimate daughter of one of the more prominent local lords in the principality of Maladimbáh, instantly. Unfortunately so, recognises the owner of that particular, and distinctive sounding voice.
"Got you cunt" cackles Dorc da Orc as an injured elven mercenary walks through the dusty air, and passes infront of the large ork, and Mira Reinholt the mage. Well he would of passed infront of them if Dorkindle hadn't grabbed him.
Then with one swing of his warhammer, the ork weaponsmith breaks the right leg of the elven mercenary in the guise of a Haldéilv house guard.
While the once powerful mage rolls his eyes, the ork warleader picks up the now screaming elven mercenary, and he throws him up onto his right shoulder.
"Why exactly are you going to lug him around like that for?" quietly whispers Mira Reinholt the mage to the large ork who is standing beside him.
"Bait" is the one word reply of Dorc da Orc, who thinks about elaborating on what he's going to do. But it's too involved, and he can't be bothered trying to explain what it is. Especially considering they'll soon be where the warleader of the ork race is heading too.
"Watch it cunt" says Dorkindle to the mage Reinholt, the big, burly ork, has put a large arm out, to block the path of the Vexilian mage in exile. The ork weaponsmith nods down and to the left of them, and the once powerful mage looks that way, and through the dust in the air, he can make out the large hole in the floor, just a few yards away to their left.
Dorc da Orc grunts, and nods ahead through the dust and mote filled air, that's slowly dissipating as it blows out through the balcony doors, the busted windows, and a fair chunk of the wall on the south side of the suite, that's been blasted out onto the long balcony.
Through the dust ahead, the spellcaster from the Southlands, who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, spots a couple of people. The exiled Vexilian mage instantly recognises the two individuals ahead that the ork warleader is leading him towards.
Looking back, Helbe the elven thief who has dropped his blur spell, spots a couple of figures walking out of the dust filled air behind him and lord Farque.
The young elven noble watches as Dorc da Orc, and Mira Reinholt, who isn't holding his power within himself at the moment, walk towards him and the undead warlord.
Once they join the elven princeling, and the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, the once powerful mage just lifts a questioning eyebrow.
The elven masterthief nods his hooded head towards the locked door ahead, then informs the mage Reinholt by way of mindspeech that Kaldeàlil Haldéilv is in the room ahead.
As the highly skilled swordmaster nods at that, Dorc da Orc shrugs the now unconscious elven mercenary off his shoulder, and says to the deathlord of Farque in the ork language "What you want this fucken tree humper for?".
The undead warlord who called out earlier in the ork language for Dorkindle to bring along any of the elven mercenaries still alive, and not to kill them. And also told the large ork to tell Mira Reinholt to stop holding his power within himself, picks up the unconscious elven mercenary in the guise of a Haldéilv house guard.
"Once we go through, attack any cunt in there" quietly says lord Farque in the ork language, who then adds by way of warning to the ork weaponsmith "Keep well away from her". The son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks sourly grunts at that last bit. For he wants to kill Kaldeàlil Haldéilv as much as anyone else, after all she put him in the worst prison he's ever been in his whole life. A boat, in the middle of the ocean.
"Do it" orders the undead being who to an older generation of elven kind in the Southlands, is also known by the name of Des'tier. "Me will" mutters the warleader of the ork race.
Mira Reinholt looks at the unconscious elven mercenary the lord of the death realm is holding by the leg, the unbroken one. Then the once powerful mage with a raised eyebrow looks at the young elven noble from the principality of Laerel in the Southlands.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril via his mindspeech spell tells the Vexilian mage in exile what's going to happen and why. The spellcaster who was once more powerful than any other mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands, nods his hooded head to that, then he along with Dorc da Orc look at lord Farque expectantly.
The lord of the death realm glances at Helbe the elven thief, and nods his full helmed head. The young elven noble who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel blurs himself and disappears from the sight of the ork weaponsmith and the highly skilled swordmaster.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque then quickly glances at Mira Reinholt and nods once more, the exiled Vexilian mage puts up a barrier spell infront of himself, the undead warlord and the ork warleader.
Then the heavily armoured deathlord throws the unconscious elven mercenary, who easily passes through the barrier spell erected by the mage Reinholt because he's thrown so forcefully. The unconscious elven mercenary in the guise of a Haldéilv house guard smashes into the locked door.
Kaldeàlil Haldéilv the elven magic user, who figures that what's happened already when her set spells have been triggered, guesses that's going to happen again. So she whispers to the two mercenaries from the coast of Belinswae "Get ready".
The two mercenaries who are crouched to either side of the attractive elven maid, nod as all three of them look at locked door to the main room of the suite.
A moment later and there's a loud thump on the locked door, immediately followed by an explosion on the otherside of the doorway. Then as Kaldeàlil Haldéilv gets ready to cast a couple more spells, the door, the bar behind it as well, comes flying into the room in one piece, and narrowly passes over their heads, before smashing into the wall further behind them.
The attractive elven maid casts at the figure walking in through the now clear doorway, she grimaces as she knows the spell will fail. The beam of green energy strikes the large individual in the dark blue, black heavy plate armour square in the chest, who continues walking into the room.
He's followed by two others, both former prisoners of Kaldeàlil Haldéilv, one of whom was held here in these very rooms just two weeks ago.
While the large heavily armoured undead being heads straight for the illegitimate daughter of lord Haldéilv. The mercenary guards Harrick and Linden rush the other two.
Mira Reinholt, who never had anything against his former guards, steps behind Dorc da Orc and faintly winces, as the large ork swings his warhammer. The once powerful mage who has drawn the black bladed sword that's been hardened by dragon fire, doesn't intend to use it unless necessary.
Lord Farque steps sideways to get in the eyeline of Kaldeàlil Haldéilv who is going to cast at the ork warleader and the mage Reinholt since she knows she can't do anything against him.
Then sensing what's she about to cast, lord Farque says in the elven language to the illegitimate daughter of the head of house Haldéilv "Going somewhere?" followed by "And just when your honoured guest arrives".
Kaldeàlil Haldéilv who is backing up so she can look out the window away to her right so she can teleport away, spins around after hearing what the undead being just said to her.
She finds standing behind her is him. Her quarry, her target for the last three years, prince Helbenthril Raendril, who killed her lover, Xanderlith Karlavilt, an elven noble from the principality of Alínlae in the Southlands.
And as she hears one of the mercenaries, Linden by the sounds of it, scream in pain, and the large ork named Dorc roar. Kaldeàlil Haldéilv gasps in surprise as something passes through her wards, and penetrates her light armour, and goes in between her ribs, and into her chest.
"What did you think was going to happen?" quietly asks Helbe the elven thief, who pulls out the right spike puncher from the chest of Kaldeàlil Haldéilv, who drops to the floor, gasping in pain.
And as Dorc da Orc bites the head of the second mercenary guard, the first he smashed in the chest with his warhammer. The elven princeling looks down at the attractive elven maid who has been trying to kill him for the last three years, and tells her "It was only ever going to end this way for you".
The young elven noble is joined first by lord Farque, then Mira Reinholt, and finally Dorc da Orc, who biffs away the dead mercenary guard Harrick whose head he bit into.
The four of them, along with Narladene the ground pixie upon the right shoulder of the young elven noble, look down at Kaldeàlil Haldéilv and watch her die.
Once she breathes her last breath, the mage Reinholt says "That was fairly easy all things considered". "It was always going to be" says lord Farque, who after a slight pause adds "She just didn't realise it".
Helbe the elven thief nods his hooded head in agreement, then after the undead warlord gestures at something, the young elven noble bends down at takes the silver chain with the amulet from around the neck of Kaldeàlil Haldéilv.
Once he does, lord Farque says to others "Let's go" . . . . . .