Falnic. Belinswae. Winter...
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy looks out the window in one of the buildings he uses as a safe house. The elf from the principality of Alínlae in the Southlands is on the third floor of a narrow building in the south quarter of the city.
He's looking down to a street a few over from the one his safe house is on. There the spy Tanith sees a number of elven soldiers in the army of lord Walashàele of Maladimbáh, making their way northwards.
Dalinvardél or Dalin as he's often referred to by those who know him, recognise the elves as those under the command of Dorc da Orc and Riley Hait the mercenary ranger who are also here in the south of Falnic.
With a cool morning breeze now coming in off the harbour, hitting him in the face as he looks out the window. The elven spy from south of the equator slightly frowns as he gets the feeling he's being watched, from within the room he's in.
Dalin turns around with a gloved hand beneath his cloak, he sees that the Justifier Sammacin is still unconscious as he lies on the bed in the room.
The spy Tanith knows he'll be out for quite some time. Dalinvardél not only whacked him across the back of the head with a sap. The elven spy who once served in one of the noble houses of his homeland of Alínlae.
Also gave the young wizard a tincture that will keep him asleep for at least the rest of the day, and quite possibly into tomorrow morning.
Glancing away from the sleeping Justifier, the spy Tanith continues to frown slightly as he's certain he's being watched.
He's just about to flick a hidden dagger to where he thinks someone is, when a familiar voice quietly says to him in the elven language "My aren't we jumpy".
"Your highness" dryly says Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy as he takes his hand away from his hidden dagger, and brings it out from beneath his cloak. The elf from the principality of Alínlae then sourly smiles as a grinning Helbe the elven thief suddenly appears out of thin air, to his right.
The complete opposite direction the spy Tanith thought that someone was watching him from, and where the elven spy was going to throw his hidden dagger.
"How are you?" asks the young elven noble who hasn't seen his fellow Southlander since early winter "Pretty good" replies the spy who is the older of the two elves from south of the equator.
"And you?" asks the spy Tanith as he looks at the shorter elf, who like himself, is in a hooded cloak. Though the young elven prince is in a white cloak, while Dalin's is more gray.
"The same" says the elven magic user, who then nods his hooded head towards the unconscious Justifier on the bed, then says "He's out good and proper" the elven masterthief adds "You didn't brain him with a club did you?".
"Just a leather wrapped sap" says Dalinvardél Tanith, who continues with "Then i gave him a tincture, one of the one's you gave to me , the sleeping one, the one in the small green vial".
"Ah that explains it" says prince Helbenthril Raendril who continues in a slightly dry tone with "Well he won't wake up until sometime tomorrow".
The spy Tanith nods his hooded head, then asks the elven magic user from the principality of Laerel in the Southlands "So what are you doing here in Falnic?" Dalin continues with "Thought you weren't going to come back down here until things in the mountains to the north were all wrapped up".
Helbe the elven thief explains to his fellow elf from south of the equator, what's happening. How he's come south with lord Farque, Tamric Drubine, Lisell Maera and sir Percavelle Lé Dic. And over four hundred dwarven warriors on more than thirty captured wyverns.
And how they've met Mira Reinholt the mage and Shur Kee the monk, and just over two hundred other dwarven warriors from the Stone Hills. Just a mile and a half to the north of the city of Falnic.
"Hell" says Dalin with a shake of his hooded head, who continues with "That many dwarves close by, with Dorc in the city, that's just trouble waiting to happen".
"I know" says the grandson of the ruling prince of Alínlae, who continues with "I'll go and see him and Riley next, they're to keep out of the north of the city".
"Good luck with that" dryly says Dalinvardél Tanith, who turns and nods out the window, as he continues with "Those soldiers over there on that street are under Dorc's immediate command, and they're heading north".
"Most likely to confront the large Justifier's force i saw coming this way from the city center" says the elven master assassin as the two of them converse in the elven language, prince Helbenthril Raendril then adds "Just as long as the big guy is busy killing Justifier's guards it shouldn't be too much of a problem".
"You hope" dryly murmurs Dalin, which causes the elven princeling to roll his eyes, then the elven magic user, who after glancing at Narladene the ground pixie who has just landed on his right shoulder and appeared to him, and him alone. And nodded yes to him to indicate she's found Dorc da Orc and Riley Hait nearby.
Says to his fellow Southlander "I'm off to do a few things" the elven masterthief nods at the unconscious Justifier and continues with "I'll be back for him later on, until then keep out of trouble". Dalinvardél Tanith nods, then he wryly smiles as the young elven noble who is the grandson of Prince Raendril, disappears from view.
Helbe the elven thief shifts to a nearby rooftop, then he glances at his right shoulder after looking down at the street below at the elves from the principality of Maladimbáh who are heading north through the southern part of the city.
"They're down near the docks" quietly says Narladene the ground pixie to the blurred and shielded elven magic user "There, heading that way" adds the tiny winged creature. The elven masterthief looks to where the ground pixie who is attached to him is pointing, then he shifts away.
Riley Hait the mercenary ranger rolls his eyes, then calls out "Hurry up!" as he looks at the tavern that's had it's front door kicked in.
Another person who was taking shelter within the locked up establishment, runs out through the doorway, sees the elven soldiers and mercenaries on the street. Stares at them for a moment, then takes off running around the side of the tavern when they completely ignore him.
An older man, and woman come out too before Dorc da Orc finally reappears. The large ork is carrying a couple of barrels of ale, and one of his sacks clanks with the sounds of earthen ware bottles.
"Supplies" declares Dorc da Orc, the ranger Hait rolls his eyes, then waves the elven soldiers and mercenaries from southern Maladimbáh on. They set off again, heading north along a street that runs alongside the waterfront here in the south of the city.
The ork warleader is just about to broach one of the ale barrels and start drinking from it, when he suddenly scowls, looks around then loudly mutter "The fuck?" the large ork then sourly grunts.
"What is it" is all the ranger Hait gets out before he's interrupted by a familiar voice saying "It's me". The mercenary ranger from the elven principality of Envadarlen in the Southlands slightly jumps when Helbe the elven thief suddenly appears beside him.
"Fucking hell you gave me a fright" mutters Riley Hait in the hordes dialect of the southern tundra as he looks at the young elven noble from the principality of Laerel. While Dorc da Orc who actually caught wind of the invisible Narladene the ground pixie. Goes back to prying off the lid of one of the ale barrels he took from the tavern to their right.
"How's things?" asks the elven princeling from south of the equator, who continues with "What's happening?". The mercenary ranger quickly tells the elven masterthief what's been happening, as he waves the elven soldiers and mercenaries from southern Maladimbáh, who have briefly stopped, onwards.
The ranger Hait tells the elven magic user "There's some guards heading this way through the city, we're just going to greet them". The young elven noble dryly says "That's one way to put it" then he tells Riley aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman "Don't go any further north than the center of the city".
The mercenary ranger from the elven principality of Envadarlen, who in actual fact is a hordes outrider from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson who just happens to inhibit the body of Riley Hait, frowns as he looks at the elven masterthief walking between him and the ork warleader.
"Why?" asks the ranger Hait, switching to the elven language, prince Helbenthril Raendril quietly tells the mercenary ranger why exactly they can't go any further north of the center of Falnic.
After the elven master assassin explains why, Riley aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman winces and quickly glances at Dorc da Orc. He knows the large ork can probably smell all the dwarves just north of the city if he wants to. But he's occupied at the moment, with his face in barrel of ale, busy thinking about the confrontation with a large force of Justifiers guards heading in this direction.
"Hell" says the mercenary ranger who was raised and trained in the elven principality of Envadarlen, who continues with "No way I'll be able to stop him from fucking off once he gets a whiff of all those dwarves" the ranger Hait who is speaking in elven, then adds "He won't give a shit about the battle for the city once he realises that there's a large number of dwarves less than a couple of miles north of the city".
"Not to worry" says the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, who continues with "Lord Farque will be in the city shortly and have him under control".
You hope, Riley Hait dryly thinks to himself, though he says "Well that's a relief" the mercenary ranger from south of the equator then asks the elven masterthief "What are you doing then?".
The young elven noble from the principality of Laerel tells him what he'll be doing next, then he says "Oh by the way, Dalin has caught that Justifier Sammacin, so you don't have to worry about looking for him".
"Good, that's one less thing we have to do" quietly says Riley aka Zubutai Timaginson as they follow the elven soldiers and mercenaries infront of them, around a corner, and start going up a street that leads away from the waterfront.
Switching to the common language, Helbe the elven thief asks the large ork "How have you been Dorc?". The ork warleader loudly burps after downing more of the ale, then he grunts, then says "Good" followed by "Ya cunt". Dorkindle grins then says "You check out Dorc's banner?".
"Yeah i see it" dryly says the elven master assassin as he looks at the Justifier's guard who is impaled upon a spear, which the large ork has tied to his broad back for the moment, as he drinks from one barrel, and carries another tucked under his right arm.
"What you been doing cunt?" asks the ork weaponsmith after drinking more of the ale "Oh this and that" is the vague reply of the elven princeling from south of the equator.
"Kill heaps of 'em short fuckers in that war?" asks Dorkindle who is still annoyed he wasn't allow to go north to the war in the Stone Hills "No Dorc" says Helbenthril Raendril who continues with "We're on their side".
"Dorc fucken not" growls the large ork, who then starts muttering away to himself in the incomprehensible language spoken by his race, as he ignores the two Southlanders walking beside him.
The young elven noble from the principality of Laerel rolls his eyes, then he says to the mercenary ranger "I'm off, I've got things to do" then switching to the elven language, he adds "Remember, don't go north of the center of the city" the elven masterthief slightly nods his hooded head at the ork warleader walking beside them.
"We won't" says Riley Hait in the same language "Good" says Helbe the elven thief, who then disappears from sight as he blurs himself, before he shifts away.
The ranger Hait, along with a grumbling Dorc da Orc, continue on their way northwards with the elven soldiers and mercenaries with them. As they go off to confront a substantial sized force of Justifiers guards heading this way . . . . . .-
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