Wonderful 118.

The Principality Of Maladimbáh...

Lord Farque stops and calls ahead in the ork language for Dorc da Orc to do the same. The undead warlord who has just heard something from Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy, looks at the elf from the principality of Alínlae in the Southlands, and nods his full helmed head for him to continue with what he's saying.
"There's a number of them a bit further down" says Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy who continues with "About four in total, both coins and jewels in strongboxes in some of them".
"Our horses are down at the bottom of the tor, in a cavern on the northeast side" interjects Riley Hait the mercenary ranger who has been listening to the conversation between the undead warlord and the elven spy. Next to the mercenary ranger from the principality of Envadarlen in the Southlands, Mira Reinholt the mage nods his hooded head in agreement with the ranger Hait, for he and Dorc da Orc came through the very same cavern when they entered the rocky tor that the palace like tower of lord Haldéilv sits upon.
"There's some other horses down there, they could act as pack horses for those strongboxes" adds the mercenary ranger who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who just happens to inhabit the body of Riley Hait.
"Good plan, we'll head there and get them before we go down to the cavern below" says lord Farque, who looks further along the hallway they're in about halfway up the tower, and sees Dorc da Orc come back around the corner, and say "Now fucken what?".
"Dalin go forward with Dorc and lead the way down to these storage rooms" says the heavily armoured deathlord, the spy Tanith nods and moves forward to join the large ork, and they get underway again.
A little bit later as they continue on their way down through the tower that's the seat of power of the head of house Haldéilv. Lord Farque who is walking infront of the mage Reinholt and the ranger Hait, glances back at them, and tells them "Seems she isn't the only one in her family to come to an end of their life today".
"Oh?" says Riley aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman, while Mira Reinholt the mage says "Her father?". Looking ahead again, the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, whose people also know him by the name of Draugadrottin, nods his full helmed head, and says "Yep" followed by "The neighbour, that Walashàele just killed him".
"Going to be a change here in the south of Maladimbáh now for sure" quietly says the mage Reinholt, who in his time here in the tower of lord Haldéilv as a prisoner of Kaldeàlil Haldéilv the elven magic user, got to learn much of the current political situation of the principality, that has no ruling noble family upon the throne.
"Wonder if he'll make a grab for the throne in the capital?" muses the once powerful mage, who after a slight pause as they start heading down a stairwell, continues with "Or just consolidate things in the south, and take over the Haldéilv lands".
The undead warlord is silent on the matter, while the mercenary ranger next to the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, shrugs his shoulders, as he has no idea.
What Riley Hait does know, and for that matter the rest of the group. Is that the deathlord of Farque wants to steal the strongboxes in some of the storage rooms below, then leave the tor and the tower of house Haldéilv upon it, then leave the principality of Maladimbáh after that.
They're soon down in the levels in the tor itself, they've seen very few people as they've made their way down the tower and into the tor. And those they have seen, have fled at the sight of Dorc da Orc who is out infront with Dalinvardél Tanith.
They make their way to the storage rooms, inside of which are the unconscious elven house guards that the spy Tanith knocked out earlier in the day. They remain unconscious as the group take six of the strongboxes, with lord Farque and Dorc da Orc carrying two of them each, and the rest of the group, taking turns in pairs to carry the other two.
They continue on their way down through the tor, and eventually end up on the steps that first the group consisting of Riley Hait, Dalinvardél Tanith, Shur Kee the monk, Tamric Drubine, Lisell Maera and sir Percavelle Lé Dic, then after them, Dorc da Orc and Mira Reinholt initially went up after entering the tor.
A little while later and they're down in the cavern that the stream runs through, they cross the stone bridge in the middle of the cavern. Dorkindle who sticks to the very center of the low stone bridge, hisses in anger at the stream below him as he crosses.
They make their way over to the stalls, and making sure Dorc da Orc keeps well back from the horses, lord Farque and the others strap a strongbox each to the group's pack horses. And to four other mounts that they take. The mage Reinholt swipes a mount for himself, while the undead warlord and the ork warleader are on foot as the group lead the horses out of the opening at the base of the tor.
As Dorkindle mutters in anger when they come out into the afternoon sunshine, the ranger Hait asks the heavily armoured deathlord "Which way?". "That small town on the otherside of the tor" replies Draugadrottin, who continues with "We're going to need supplies".
"And then?" asks the mercenary ranger who was raised and trained in the elven principality of Envadarlen in the Southlands "South through the Nomad's Plains" says the lord of the death realm "That's not the easiest place to cross on horseback" says Riley aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman who then dryly adds "Trust me, we've done it already".
"Don't worry about it" says Mira Reinholt who has figured out what the lord and ruler of the lands is going to do as they travel south through the Nomad's Plains "We've found a short cut" adds the Vexilian mage in exile who grins then says "It'll take less than half the time you lot spent getting here from Falnic".
"Oh?" says the ranger Hait, who then asks the highly skilled swordmaster "How?". "Magic" is what the mage Reinholt tells him, and with sir Percavelle Lé Dic grumbling about that as he sits upon his horse at the back of the group next to Shur Kee the monk, they set off and head for the small town at the base of the tor on it's south side.
As they travel around the base of the tor, with the group on horseback, while lord Farque and Dorc da Orc who are out infront on foot. The lord and ruler of the lands Farque senses the remaining two members of the group from south of the equator heading their way.
And as Dorkindle goes into detail plans in the ork language about how he's going to destroy the sun one day for being such a nasty cunt to him. Plans that the undead warlord is ignoring as the large ork mutters away in his native language. Helbe the elven thief along with Narladene the ground pixie turn up.
The young elven noble from the principality of Laerel in the Southlands appears walking beside the heavily armoured deathlord. The elven masterthief ignores Dorc da Orc's mutterings about the sun too. Which is easy for him to do, since he doesn't understand a word of the ork language.
"Her father's dead" is the first thing lord Farque says in the royal elven language to the elven princeling on his left as they pass through some shade from the tor, much to the relief of Dorc da Orc who is sweating profusely in the afternoon heat on the late summer's day.
"He is?" says Helbe the elven thief in the same language, the young elven noble continues with "That lord Walashàele do it, did he?". "He did" says the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who then asks the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel "Plenty there?".
"There is" says Helbenthril Raendril who has just been in the small town they're heading too, then after glancing back at the others who are riding slowly about fifty yards further back, adds "Plenty of supplies for the crossing". "Good" murmurs the lord of the death realm, who then adds "The sooner we get going the better".
Noticing the extra pack horses, and what they're carrying, the elven magic user from south of the equator says "I see you've picked up some cargo" the undead warlord nods his full helmed head and tells the elven prince what it is.
And they call me a thief, the young elven noble dryly thinks to himself with a slight shake of his hooded head after lord Farque explains to him what's in the strongboxes. The elven master assassin then asks "What are you going to do with all that?". Shrugging his broad, heavily armoured shoulders, the deathlord of Farque says "Who knows" he follows that up with "It will no doubt come in handy". With that, the elven masterthief definitely agrees.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril then informs the Draugadrottin what else he's found out, most of which the heavily armoured deathlord knows, as he has already sensed it.
The justifier from the city of Falnic, the mage Kaellin has already left with his remaining two guards. And are traveling by horseback southwards, intending to return to Belinswae by crossing the Nomad's Plains.
While the younger cousin of lord Walashàele, Galacithàné Walashàele. Has also taken off from the tower of house Haldéilv, with the remaining house guards with him. After he attacked some of the last house guards in the service of lord Haldéilv who stayed behind in the tower of house Haldéilv.
The Walashàele cousin has made his way back to the river that's the border between the lands of house Haldéilv and Walashàele, by teleporting a couple of times with those Walashàele house guards with him.
As Dorc da Orc growls "Shitty fuck" as they walk out of the shade and into the sunlight again, and they can now see the small town in the distance they're making their way towards. Helbe the elven thief quietly says to lord Farque "Seems kind of odd knowing that there won't be the constant interference we've had over the last three years anymore".
"I'm sure something else will interfere with our plans" dryly says the undead being who is also known as Des'tier to an older generation of elves in the Southlands who might know he is. "It's kind of a given concerning us lot" dryly adds the heavily armoured deathlord, which causes the young elven noble from the principality of Laerel in the Southlands to laugh.
"What's so fucken funny?" asks Dorc da Orc who wipes his brow with the back of his right forearm "You" says lord Farque in the common language to the large ork "You fat fucking shit" adds the heavily armoured deathlord,
The ork warleader scowls, then after wiping his sweaty brow again, the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks mutters "Just asking a fucken question" Dorkindle then adds "And me is not fucken fat" he pauses for a moment before he continues with "Dorc is ah healthy, yeah that's the fucken word, me is healthy big".
Helbe the elven thief chuckles at that, which causes the large ork to scowl at him, the scowl gets deeper, when the warleader of ork race, hears Narladene the ground pixie, who he can't see, but does smell on the right shoulder of the elven magic user, giggling at him as well.
"Fuck me, what a bunch of cuntheads" mutters Dorkindle in the ork language, who looks sharply at lord Farque, then breathes a sigh of relief, as the lord and ruler of the lands Farque is ignoring him once more. The ork weaponsmith with the scowl still upon his face, looks over at the young elven noble, who has stopped "What you fucken doing cunt?" asks the large ork.
Gesturing back at the others who are approaching, Helbenthril Raendril says "I'll be riding with the others" the elven master assassin then adds "It's a wonderful afternoon to be out in the sunshine for a ride".
"You fucken sick cunt" says Dorc da Orc who shakes his head in disgust, as the thought of being out in the sunshine, is just as bad as actually being out in it and enduring it like he is now.
Seeing the look of disgust on the broad, green, brutish looking face of the large ork who is sweating profusely, the elven princeling laughs at him and says "Truly wonderful".

Authors Note - Here ends "Wonderful". The main storyline of The Ye Olde Fantasae Tymes will return in "You Want A War? You've Got One!".