The Homecoming 150.

On A Boat...

"Bit more actual breeze coming along now" says Mira Reinholt the mage as he looks aft, to the west.
The once powerful mage then looks ahead in the direction they're going, looking east then north over this part of the Lé Dic fief.
"Not many people about this afternoon" muses the spellcaster who hails from the city-state of Vexil as he looks overboard, and down to the ground, five hundred feet below the ship's boat they're on.
A flying boat in far better shape than the one they were first on earlier this morning. Before taking this one near the downed airship they went by earlier in the afternoon, further to the west in the fief that's ruled by the nobleborn Lé Dic family.
The Vexilian mage in exile who is looking down at where a village is at a crossroads. Sees no one on the roads, and hardly anyone in the village itself.
"Not many people here at all" says lord Farque who like the mage Reinholt, speaks in elven so that their prisoner can't listen to what they're saying.
Mira Reinholt nods his hooded head, then after glancing at the Druvician aircorp wizard tied up at the base of the mast, where he's dozing in the afternoon sunshine. He quietly asks the undead warlord "We far from the castle?".
The heavily armoured deathlord who is at the tiller of the ship's boat, replies with "Under twenty miles i guess".
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque who knows where they're going, as he can now sense Dorc da Orc to the east and north. Since the large ork is so easy to sense as he's so unique amongst others such as humans.
Slightly frowns behind the faceplate of his full helm, as he can sense the other unique lifeform in the area, who is part of the group. Is heading this way through the ground.
The lord of the death realm doesn't mention that Narladene the ground pixie is heading this way. Instead he tells the once powerful mage "We'll be there around dusk i suppose".
The spellcaster from Vexil who is also a highly skilled swordmaster nods his head, then yawns. The mage Reinholt then increases the wind coming at them from a stern. As he's got extra power to burn thanks to the wizard they captured from one of the two Druvician aircorp destroyers they brought down last night.
Airships that belonged to the personal fleet of the lord high constable of the kingdom. Who is part of a conspiracy to spread the ways of the dark druids throughout the kingdom of Druvic.
"Might get there a little bit earlier" says the swordmaster Reinholt, who after briefly pausing adds "Hopefully".
Lord Farque, who is also known by the name of Draugadrottin to the people of his lands, faraway to the south. Has told the exiled Vexilian mage that there's a battle taking place at castle Lé Dic.
After all the deathlord of Farque can sense lives winking out of existence when they die. He says to the once powerful mage "Hopefully" dryly followed by "That's if something doesn't come up".
The spellcaster who was the youngest ever practitioner of magic to be a part of the mage council of Vexil, wryly smiles as he looks away to the east again.
Mira Reinholt knows that anything could happen. And to never to expect things to go as you intend them to go.
The spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere within the Southlands, takes a drink from his water bottle.
Then leans back against the port side gunnel he's sitting by. After a while, the swordmaster who is in exile from his homeland of Vexil.
Is dozing in the afternoon sunshine this clear spring day, just like the prisoner is doing.
The mage Reinholt doesn't know how long he drifts off for. But he wakes again when he hears the the undead warlord moving.
The once powerful mage sees that the heavily armoured deathlord has stood up from the bench in the stern.
And still keeping a gauntleted hand on the tiller, lord Farque steps to one side, then looks overboard.
Sitting up straighter on the bench he's on, the Vexilian mage in exile after yawning, asks the large figure, in the suit of dark blue, black full plate armour "What is it?".
The undead being who is also known by the name of Des'tier to an older generation of elven kind remains silent for some time, until he finally replies to the swordmaster Reinholt "Narladene is coming here to us" the lord and ruler of the lands Farque briefly pauses before adding "She's moving fast too".
Narladene the ground pixie who has been flying underground since she left castle Lé Dic.
Shoots up through the surface of the ground, and as her gossamer like wings rise her up into the air, she looks to the west in the sky. And in the distance she spots the ship's boat she's been looking for.
The naturally magical creature who can sense Mira Reinholt upon the flying boat. Crinkles her brow as she senses another spellcaster on the ship's boat with the Vexilian mage in exile. A wizard of all people. Who aren't normally those the swordmaster Reinholt would be in the company of.
The ground pixie as she wings her way towards the flying boat that's heading in this direction.
Wonders who the wizard in the company of the once powerful mage is.
The tiny winged creative who originally hails from the Sunreach Mountains. Spots in the distance upon the ships boat.
Mira Reinholt the mage, along with the familiar, not to mention large, heavily armoured figure of lord Farque, who is at the tiller of the flying boat.
The naturally magical creature who is just able to see, one other in the ship's boat she's rapidly approaching. It must be the wizard she senses.
The ground pixie flies quickly to the ship's boat that's heading eastwards.
And she's soon near it, then over the side, and onboard.
Then as she stops near the undead warlord, and makes herself visible to the mage Reinholt, as the heavily armoured deathlord can see her no matter what.
The lord of the death realm quietly asks her in the ground pixie language "What is it?".
The tiny winged creature who is breathing heavily, even though she doesn't actually breathe air in or out. She just goes through the motions of breathing.
Clears her throat, then Narladene the ground pixie says to the undead warlord "Riley's dead".
The heavily armoured deathlord is silent for a few moments, then he mutters "Fucking hell Zubutai" in the ancient language of command.
Mira Reinholt lifts an eyebrow, for he doesn't know what the undead warlord just said, but whatever it was, the lord and ruler of the lands Farque isn't happy about something.
"What's happened?" asks the exiled Vexilian mage in the elven language as he looks at both the lord of the death realm, and the naturally magical creature hovering near him. "Riley's dead" sourly says Des'tier in elven "Shit" mutters the swordmaster Reinholt in disappointment.
The once powerful mage shakes his hooded head, then says "By the shape of fire it's been some time since he last died".
The mage Reinholt who is infact referring to Zubutai the barbarian hordesman, continues with "Since after we found Tam".
He figures out that Tamric Drubine is nearly sixteen years old, then the Vexilian mage in exile says "About eight, coming up nine years now" Mira Reinholt momentarily pauses, then he adds "Going to be different without Riley around".
"It's a pain in the ass is what it is" sourly says Draugadrottin who continues with "You know how fucking difficult it is to find an already trained calvary commander?".
"You're going to bring him back aren't you?" asks the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster. The lord of the death realm just grunts to that.
"Ah" says Narladene, who after a brief pause adds "I don't think Riley will be in ah" she pauses again as the deathlord of Farque and the once powerful mage look at her.
The ground pixie isn't all that sure what to say, but she continues with "He's um not in too good of shape, you could say".
"What's wrong with the body?" asks the undead warlord who would prefer to have Zubutai Timaginson to return into the body of Riley Hait the mercenary ranger.
"He's missing about half of his head" is what Narladene quickly says.
"Great" sourly mutters the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who sighs then says "Well i guess there's plenty of fucking dead bodies at the castle for me to chose from, since there's a battle going on there".
The naturally magical creature who hails from the Sunreach Mountains nods her head to indicate that this is so.
The heavily armoured deathlord says to the mage Reinholt "Teleport me as high as you can into the sky". Draugadrottin who has let go of the tiller of the flying boat continues with "I shouldn't be too long".
Mira Reinholt nods in understanding, and steps over to the lord of the death realm, touches his heavily armoured left shoulder, looks up into the clear afternoon sky, and teleports the undead warlord away.
Lord Farque reappears in the sky, high above this part of the Lé Dic fief. As he starts falling back down towards the ground. The undead warlord draws his sword from across his back.
Des'tier knows that when he hits the ground and has gone into the death realm in the afterlife. The sword of power Ryn, will be in the ground, blade upright, right next to his body.
Meanwhile on the ship's boat that lord Farque and Mira Reinholt took from near a downed Druvician aircorp frigate just after midday today.
Narladene the ground pixie asks the exiled Vexilian mage "Who's that?" as she gestures at the wizard tied up at the base of the mast dozing.
"My power supply" wryly says the once powerful mage who is at the tiller, bringing the flying boat down in altitude, heading towards the ground, to an empty field to the east.
"How's that battle going?" asks the swordmaster Reinholt "In our favour now i guess" says the tiny winged creature, who goes onto explain how Helbe the elven thief is free to do what he wants now that baron Harkonin's advisor, the dark druid Palvarc is dead.
The ground pixie interrupts her explanation of what's been happening at the battle of castle Lé Dic, when she says "There he goes". The mage Reinholt looks to where she points, and he too spots lord Farque falling towards the ground.
The heavily armoured deathlord passes about a hundred feet off their bow, and a few moments later he hits the ground.
Both Narladene and Mira Reinholt are silent as they look down to where the lord of the death realm lies. With his sword sticking up out of the ground right next to him.
The once powerful mage and the tiny winged creature glance at one another, and after a while, the spellcaster who is in exile from his homeland of the city-state of Vexil breaks the silence, and says "So about that battle".
Narladene resumes her explanation about what's been happening at castle Lé Dic.
As she does, Mira Reinholt brings the ship's boat down to where lord Farque is lying in the middle of a field. There they'll wait beside his body for him to return to the world of the living . . . . . .