Wonderful 117.

The Principality Of Maladimbáh...

"What did you see?" asks Mira Reinholt the mage "Some fucken pretty lights and shit" replies Dorc da Orc as the two of them discuss the moment they went through the rift spell without entering it, or exiting it.
"Dorc likes pretty lights" says the large ork with a wide grin upon his broad, green, brutish looking face, which causes the once powerful mage to roll his eyes.
"I mean, did everything look completely different?" asks the mage Reinholt as the two of them walk through the main room of the suite, where the air is starting to clear, as the dust settles down.
The ork warleader shrugs his massive shoulders as they stop near the hole in the floor, and he says "Nah" followed by "Just the pretty lights was all".
The Vexilian mage in exile looks sharply at Dorkindle, and wonders if the big, burly orks unique brain. Unique as in mentally deficient, protected him from the mind altering experience the once powerful mage endured, when they went straight through the rift spell.
"You think too much mage" says lord Farque as he walks by the two of them "What's that supposed to me?" asks the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster "It means" says the undead warlord, who stops and looks back at Mira Reinholt, and tells him in the elven language "You thought far too fucking much going through that rift" he then adds "It affected you more than it should of".
"Cause i know what happens when someone just goes through a rift like that" says the exiled Vexilian mage in the same language. Dorkindle looks in disgust at the two of them as they're talking in elven, he wanders away as the two of them continue their conversation.
"Which you also knew wasn't going to happen, since i took you through" says the heavily armoured deathlord, who then adds "Like i said, you thought too much, and it was that, which influenced what you experienced". "Easy for you to say" mutters the mage Reinholt, who then silently adds, you can't fucking die!
"The prospect of being torn apart into untold pieces is pretty hard to block out" dryly says the spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation in the entire Southlands, the lord and ruler of the lands Farque rolls his eyes, and says in as equally dry tone "This coming from the mage who accidentally cast a rift/void and went into it to who knows where".
Mira Reinholt winces at the memory of that, then he says "That was a little different". "You mean worse" dryly says Draugadrottin as he's also referred to by the people of his lands "They don't compare" says the exiled Vexilian mage who continues with "I entered one normally, while the other you hauled me straight through".
"It's basically the same" says lord Farque in a laconic tone "Hardly" sourly says the highly skilled swordmaster, the lord of the death realm slightly shakes his full helmed head, then says "Into a rift or a void, or a gateway or portal" followed by "Or straight through the spell itself, it's the same thing, distance and time, nothing else".
The mage Reinholt blinks as he stands there looking at the large figure in the dark blue, black heavy plate armour "Er?" murmurs the once powerful mage.
After rolling his eyes, the lord and ruler of the lands Farque mutters "By the fucking gods" something he hardly ever curses, the gods. "All those things, they're time and distance" says the undead warlord who continues with "What takes a lot of time?". "Traveling a long distance" says Draugadrottin answering his own question.
He asks another one, when he says "And what does traveling long distances do?" again the deathlord of Farque answers himself with "It takes up time".
"Rifts, voids, portals, gateways they're all a manipulation of time and distance, and of distance and time" says the undead being who is also known as Des'tier to an older generation of elves in the Southlands who might know who he is, he then adds "Hell, I'm not even a spellcaster and i know that".
The lord of the death realm shakes his full helmed head and walks away, leaving the mage Reinholt standing there, contemplating what he's just heard. The spellcaster from the city-state of Vexil in the Southlands has an epiphany as he stands there, concerning distance and time.
Something that when it finally comes to fruition sometime in the future, will have a lasting effect for centuries to come, not just on the Southlands, or here north of the equator. But for all the world of Volunell, when Mira Reinholt attempts something.
As lord Farque yells at Dorc da Orc to stop shitting on one of the dead elven mercenaries here in the main room of the suite. The highly skilled swordmaster from south of the equator, who was held prisoner in these very rooms just two weeks ago.
Looks towards the next room back, and through the open doorway he sees his former guards, Harrick and Linden lying dead on the floor in that room. The once powerful mage who can't quite see the body of Kaldeàlil Haldéilv the elven magic user from this angle, shakes his head, then puts the hood of his cloak onto his head, and follows lord Farque who is making his way out of the large suite.
After exiting the suite, the undead warlord calls out "Oi you lot, get out here!" as he looks to the end of the long hallway, when it meets a corridor along the south facing side of the tower.
Popping his head around the corner after hearing the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, Riley Hait the mercenary ranger nods to him, then he looks back at the others behind him, and he says "Come along you lot" the human ranger who was raised and trained in the elven principality of Envadarlen in the Southlands adds "Seems things are over".
"Apart from the fact we have to get out of here" dryly says Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy as he follows the ranger Hait around the corner into the hallway, while the rest of the group from south of the equator follow him.
Making his way over the rubble in the hallway, the mercenary ranger who in actual fact is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra, says "I gather she's come to an unfortunate end?".
"Unfortunate, fortunate, take your pick" replies the heavily armoured deathlord as he stands just outside where the doorway to the large suite once was "She's come to a fucking end alright" adds the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
"About time" murmurs Riley aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman who is glad that Kaldeàlil Haldéilv is finally dead, as she has proven to be more than an annoyance over the last three years.
Just then the mage Reinholt walks out of the large suite where he once held a prisoner just two weeks ago. The others out in the hallway greet him, as they haven't seen him in months, with the exception of the ranger Hait and the spy Tanith who briefly saw him earlier when the Vexilian mage in exile entered the suite with lord Farque and Dorc da Orc.
"It's good to see you friend Mira" says Shur Kee the monk "And you as well Shur Kee" says the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster. Seeing that the others are all wanting to talk to the once powerful mage, the undead warlord says to them "Plenty of time to catch up later" the lord of the death realm then adds "For now, let's get out of here".
Draugadrottin looks back into the suite, and says in the ork language "Get the fuck out here cunt" followed by "We're fucking going". A moment later a grinning Dorc da Orc comes into view. And the large ork who has been spraying urine throughout the large suite, as well shitting throughout it, but mostly on the dead elven mercenaries hired by Kaldeàlil Haldéilv, hurries to where the main doors once were, and makes his way out into the long hallway.
"Alright" mutters Dorc da Orc who holds out a large meaty hand to stop Shur Kee the monk from hugging him, as both Tamric Drubine and Lisell Maera have done "Enough of that shit" adds the large ork.
Who then sourly smiles as he looks down and sees that both Tam and Lis have a hand on him, glad that he's actually there. Since they haven't seen him in months.
'They've missed you' Dorkindle thinks to himself, he silently adds in a dry tone 'Fucking beats me why'. "Shut up whore tits" mutters the ork warleader in his own language as he glares at the skull of his mother tied to his belt.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks gently pushes the two youngsters away, saying in the common language "Alright humanlings, Dorc got shit to do" he then turns to face someone else, and goes to take an axe from his weapon harness as he does so.
Stepping in between Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who is about to draw his sword, lord Farque points and says in the ork language "That fucking way" followed by "Now". The large ork lets go of the axe handle he's taken hold of, and growls, though when the undead warlord glances at him, and the warleader of the ork race sees a flash of glowing blue light come from his eyes, he does what he's told.
As Dorkindle walks away grumbling to himself in the ork language, lord Farque says to the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic "Take the back of the line" the heavily armoured deathlord adds "Rear guard now".
"Why i never" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who instead of saying what he'swanting to say, instead says "Has it suddenly got cold all of a sudden" as the lord and ruler of the lands Farque stares at him. Then the heavily armoured knight lets go of the hilt of his sword, and moves back behind the others, though only after glaring at the departing Dorc da Orc.
Gesturing to the way the large ork is heading down the long hallway, the lord of the death realm says "That way" he follows that up with "We're going". They set off after the ork warleader, with Draugadrottin infront, while sir Percavelle Lé Dic is at the back of the group.
As they make their way over the last of the rubble, and head after the large ork, the elven spy Dalinvardél Tanith asks "Where's the prince?". "He's gone to check up on something" replies Mira Reinholt who is walking next to the spy Tanith, who nods his hooded head, then as they approach the steps at the end of the long hallway, which Dorc has gone down, Dalinvardél Tanith quietly says to the once powerful mage "I gather he did it".
"He did" is the quiet reply of the mage Reinholt as they follow Riley Hait and lord Farque who are infront of them, down the steps "And rather easily too" quietly adds the once powerful mage.
"Three years, all for revenge" murmurs the elf from the principality of Alínlae in the Southlands, the spy Tanith quietly says "And look what it got her" and as they head down the tower of lord Haldéilv, he adds "It got her dead" . . . . . .