The Hire 50.

The City Of Savariss. The Duchy Of Phelm. The Kingdom Of Nastell...

It's near dusk, and Dorc da Orc finds himself and his goblin battalion, walking with the heavy foot division of the Farqian mercenary army who are with the army led by Tamric Drubine.
The large ork, a lot of the time, finds himself glaring at sir Percavelle Lé Dic who is with the heavy foot.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic spends as much time glaring at the big, burly ork who is walking nearby.
So much so, that the both of them don't see the city of Savariss come into view as they round a bend in the road, that has swept around one of the last of the foothills of the Colevar Mountains in this part of the duchy of Phelm.
"Boss" says Teabagger the goblin Cunt from where he walks beside the ork warleader "General look" adds the small, bright green goblin who is the commander of the goblin battalion in the mercenary army from the lands Farque.
The ork weaponsmith who hails from the southern polar region of the world. Grunts, then looks to where Teabagger is pointing.
"Huh where the fuck did that cunt come from?" mutters Dorc da Orc as he sees the city of Savariss in the distance to the southwest.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic has spotted it too, and like the big, burly ork he's surprised that they now only four or five miles away from the city.
The large ork who is the general of the goblin battalion looks around, then he grunts and says "There's another fucken army that way".
Dorkindle who is looking away to the west, adds "We gonna fucken fight them?".
"Ah I'm pretty sure that's our other army general" says Teabagger, who continues with "Field commander Talbot's".
The warleader of the ork race grunts in disappointment at hearing that. As he sees that the army that's further to the west. Are closer to the city of Savariss, and already have many of their war machines and siege engines. Which they have more of. Set up and in position.
As the army continues to come around the side of the hill as dusk approaches and the sun sinks towards the horizon in the west, on what's been another hot and sunny day here in the north of the kingdom of Nastell.
A messenger rides back and informs Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic that field commander Drubine wants a word with them.
The large ork who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks. Grunts and sets off, followed by Teabagger the goblin Cunt. Who thinks it's best to keep close to his general. For the simple reason he doesn't want him making too many mistakes.
While sir Percavelle Lé Dic takes off at a jog, passing by the ork weaponsmith and the goblin commander. As the knight in the order of Saint Mar-che, who happens to be a former paladin. Wants to get to commander Drubine first.
For the simple reason he hopes it galls the big, burly ork. Who scowls at him as he jogs by.
To say the two of them have an antagonistic relationship towards one another. Is an understatement to the extreme.
It's a sheer miracle they haven't tried to kill one another in the years they've been forced to work with one another.
Dorkindle has murderous thoughts towards the former earl of Lé Dic when he and Teabagger finally get to the front of the army, where the young field commander Tamric Drubine, along with Helbe the elven thief, and members of commander Drubine's senior staff.
Are off to one side of the road, as the last light of the afternoon shines down upon them before the sun sets in the west.
"Eat a fucken axe ya cunt" Dorkindle mutters in the ork language as he scowls at the heavily armoured knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
The ork warleader then grunts, and looks at the nobleborn teenager who leads this particular army that's come down from the unruled lands to the north of the kingdom of Nastell, when Tamric Drubine says "We're going off to speak with commander Talbot".
The son of a former knight of castle Drubine in the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin looks at both the ork weaponsmith and the former knight of the first class, and asks the two of them "You two want to come along?".
Dorc da Orc grunts in a positive manner, while sir Percavelle Lé Dic replies to the young field commander with "Of course young Tam".
He says it in such a gracious way, that it causes the large ork to sourly pucker his lips in disgust. Then show one of his fang, almost tusk like, lower incisors as he loudly mutters in the common language "Fucken kiss ass".
As the nobleborn knight scowls at the big, burly ork. Helbe the elven thief has a quiet word in the language of the elves with the young field commander in the Farqian mercenary army.
Then Tamric Drubine, or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, looks at the small, bright, green goblin beside the large ork, and says "And you too commander Teabagger".
"Yes boss, er field commander" quickly says Teabagger the goblin Cunt who doesn't want to be left behind when his general takes off to the other army that's nearby.
"Better get going, those two are coming forward" says Helbe the elven thief who has spotted the two robber barons, Almard and Larimer. Making their way forward towards the front of the army.
The elven magic user disappears. Then after Tam gives a few quick orders to some of his senior staff.
He, along with his subcommander Waiamin, Dorc da Orc, sir Percavelle Lé Dic, Teabagger the goblin Cunt, and the sorcerer Magnus. The senior spellcaster in the Farqian mercenary army under the command of Tamric Drubine.
All disappear as well, when the sorcerer from the lands Farque, teleports them all to the west, in the direction of the other army, that's led by field commander Talbot in the Farqian mercenary army.
"It's what we want to do" says field commander Talbot to Mira Reinholt the mage and Shur Kee the monk, while nearby, Tovis the war engineer overlooks another of the war machines rolling forward, as it's being brought up into position.
"Not necessarily what he or they want" adds the large, heavily armoured field commander referring to the robber baron Markell, and the for that matter, the other robber barons too.
The once powerful mage nods his hooded in agreement. Then he looks away to their left as one of the nearby spellcasters says "We've got visitors".
The Vexilian mage in exile who is looking in the direction of the other army that's recently shown up. An army led by another of the field commanders in the mercenary army from the lands Farque, Tamric Drubine.
Spots the young field commander and a number of others, making their way through the camp that's being set up, as the last of the army under the leadership of field commander Talbot make their way from the last of the foothills to the north of the city of Savariss.
The spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, a bit of an oddity for a practitioner of magic. As usually all their time and effort is spent on their spellcraft, and nothing else.
Sees that Dorc da Orc, Helbe the elven thief, sir Percavelle Lé Dic and the small goblin named Teabagger. Are all with the young field commander who originally hails from the kingdom of Sarcrin.
Also with them is commander Drubine's subcommander Waiamin, and the sorcerer Magnus.
After greeting the newcomers, Mira Reinholt the mage quietly says in the elven language to his fellow spellcaster, prince Helbenthril Raendril "I see your army is looking more intact than ours".
The two councilors have stepped away from the others, who are catching up with what their respective armies have been up to since they last saw one another in the unruled lands to the north of the kingdom of Nastell.
"Not by much" says Helbe the elven thief in the same language as he looks around, then the elven magic user looks towards the nearby city of Savariss.
Which with it's grey coloured walls, sticks out from the grass of the countryside around it, which is turning straw coloured as the hot summer continues in northern Nastell.
Looking through the fading light at the end of the day, the elven envoy quietly says to his fellow member of the personal council of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque "We might have a slight problem with this siege".
"If it's the same thing I'm thinking of" says the spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands, who continues with "I agree".
The young elven noble who is from the island principality of Laerel lifts a questioning eyebrow, and says to the Vexilian mage in exile "You first".
"Markell doesn't want the city damaged that much as we take it" says the mage Reinholt, the highly skilled swordmaster follows that with "Infact he wants it more or less intact".
The elven masterthief, who like his fellow spellcaster, wears a hooded cloak, though his is white, and the mage wears a black one.
Nods his head after hearing what the human spellcaster has to say, then the elven master assassin says "Same with Almard and Larimer" the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel then adds "And i suspect for the same reason as Markell".
"They want it as the new capital of the duchy if they're the one to be the new duke?" says swordmaster Reinholt "Exactly" says the highly talented elven spellcaster.
"They really are a transparent bunch aren't they?" mutters the once powerful mage with a shake of his hooded head in disgust.
"Does Tam know?" asks the spellcaster who is in exile from homeland of Vexil, due to him turning against it in a war nearly eighteen years ago, when he was just seventeen years old.
"He does" replies the elven master archer, who then asks "Talbot?". "He knows" says Mira Reinholt.
The two practitioners of magic, both members of the personal council of lord Farque are silent as they look towards the nearby city that's only just over five hundred yards away.
"Well" says the elven princeling as he breaks the silence between them, then the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel adds "It's a decision they'll have to make, along with Leivyn when she turns up".
The Vexilian swordmaster nods his hooded head in agreement with that, then he asks his fellow spellcaster "When will she and her army get here?".
"Another day or so at least" is the reply from the elven master assassin, who continues with "They took the staging grounds at the castle of Halvíc a couple of days ago without the loss of a single life" he briefly pauses then adds "Well Darid's patrol did" he briefly pauses again, before saying "Well it was the wardog Axe to be precise".
The mage Reinholt slightly winces when he hears that, and when the elven magic user tells him "Darid's patrol might not of lost a life. Not so for the duke's men at Halvíc" he winces again.
"All of them?" asks the once powerful mage "All of them" is the reply from the grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel.
"By the shape of fire" mutters the Vexilian mage in exile, who then shrugs his shoulders then says "Oh well" followed by "Less of them to fight us here, or somewhere else further down the line".
"There is that" dryly says the elven princeling who has been acting as the envoy between the robber barons of the unruled lands to the north of the kingdom of Nastell, and the mercenary army from the lands Farque.
Helbe the elven thief then looks from the city of Savariss, over to the others who are nearby as the light starts to fade as the sun begins to dip down beneath the horizon to the west.
"Might as well talk about it with the others" says the young elven noble, his fellow spellcaster nods in agreement, and as they walk back to the others who are standing near the command tent of field commander Talbot, that's just been put up.
The highly skilled swordmaster asks the elven master archer "How are things in the city?".
"Narladene's checking it out as we speak" quietly says prince Helbenthril Raendril, who continues with "She'll get back to me later" then he adds "Then I'll go in and see how things are" the elven masterthief follows that with "We can make our final decision after i do that".
Mira Reinholt the mage nods his hooded head in agreement with his fellow council member as they rejoin the others infront of the command tent of field commander Talbot.
Both spellcasters, who are members of the personal council of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque. Know that the robber barons Markell, Almard and Larimer. And probably the robber barons Solomard and Gergus too.
Want Savariss to be the new capital of the duchy of Phelm, for basically one reason only.
So that whoever it is that ends up being the new duke of Phelm. Will have their stronghold closer to the unruled lands. Which they'll more than likely want to expand the borders of the duchy into.
And if any of their fellow robber barons survive the squabble after they hopefully defeat duke Hargen and his army. They're in a better position to face those who will be across the border.
When the once powerful mage and the elven magic user rejoin the others. They find the two field commanders discussing how they'll take the city of Savariss. Doing so, with as little damage as possible.
A frowning Dorkindle listens for a little while, then he interrupts the field commanders, when he says "Why you want to fuck around doing that for?" the large ork continues with "Just smash all the fucken walls down, then go in and kill every cunt inside".
Much to his displeasure, sir Percavelle Lé Dic finds himself nodding in agreement with the ork warleader.
"Things are a little er complicated warleader" says field commander Talbot "Besides, there's probably quite a few common people and refugees in there too" adds field commander Drubine.
"So?" says the ork weaponsmith, who continues with "That's their fucken fault they there, me say tough shit for them".
Tamric Drubine rolls his eyes, then he glances over at the two councilors, and lifts a questioning eyebrow. It's the mage Reinholt who replies, by slightly nodding his black hooded head.
"Taking the city in a pointed and precise attack might" says the nobleborn teenager from the kingdom of Sarcrin, who then adds "And i stress the word might" before he continues with "See it fall quickly to us" Tam then silently adds, though i doubt it.
"But apart from that" says the youngest of the field commanders in the Farqian mercenary army, who follows that with  "It will help us greatly in the aftermath of the battle" he briefly pauses then adds "Infact the aftermath of the entire campaign".
"Fucken how?" asks the big, burly ork who is still wearing the poncho made out of a tent, that some of the goblin battalion made for him.
The warleader of the ork race who is constantly sniffing, as he's pretty sure he smells dwarves somewhere amongst this army led by field commander Talbot.
Grunts when the young field commander says "We'll discuss that at a later time". The large ork looks over at Mira Reinholt the mage, and Helbe the elven thief, both of whom slightly nod.
Dorc da Orc grunts as he figures he'll find out soon enough what Tamric Drubine is referring to.
Then as the two field commanders continue their conversation, the large ork says, to no one in particular "Anyone got any fucken beer?".
While the two spellcasters, the once powerful mage and the elven magic user glance at one another, and the mage Reinholt quietly says to his fellow council member "Apart from all that, they have to pay up again tomorrow".
"I know" quietly says prince Helbenthril Raendril who knows the robber barons Larimer and Almard will pay up tomorrow. Though as usual, rather reluctantly . . . . . .