The Hire 67.

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

"Dorc wake up" says Helbe the elven thief as he looks down at the large ork who is fast asleep on the ground, beneath a tree in the courtyard of a tavern. There's empty barrels and bottles scattered around the ork warleader who is snoring loudly.
"You want me to hit him to wake him boss?" asks Teabagger the goblin Cunt, the elven magic user looks at the small, bright, goblin and lifts an eyebrow, as the goblin commander sounds more than a little enthusiastic at wanting to his general.
The young elven noble from the principality of Laerel glances at one of the other goblins standing nearby, holding his hammer, who is looking at the elven princeling. Giving him a look that's almost a plea for permission to hit the sleeping ork.
The elven spellcaster who is a member of the personal council of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, rolls his eyes, then says "That won't be necessary" the elven envoy after looking around and spotting a trough nearby, tells Teabagger "But you can get me a bucket of water from that trough over there".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril rolls his eyes again, as a number of the goblins rush to get buckets, and fill them with water.
Eventually three buckets are found, and they're filled with water from the trough, and carried over to the elven masterthief who is standing beside the sleeping ork weaponsmith.
"Go on then" says the elven master assassin, who gestures at the ork warleader fast asleep beneath the shade of the tree "Dump it on him" adds the young elven noble who decides to let the three goblins, one of whom is Teabagger. Have a little fun at the expense of their general.
With relish, they tip the buckets of water onto the sleeping ork warleader. Mainly on his head and face, but also across his legs.
Then as the big, burly ork suddenly wakes, spluttering and growling. The trio of goblins quickly look at one another, then at the buckets they're holding. Which they all drop in a guilty manner.
The three of them then hurry away. With two rushing towards the other end of the courtyard, behind the tree and their general.
While Teabagger the goblin Cunt doesn't go too far. He just hurries behind councilor Raendril. And tries not to grin as his general angrily wakes up.
"The fuck?" growls Dorc da Orc as he wakes, blinking his eyes to get the water out of them. The large ork sits up, and wipes his face, and mutters "Yuck" as his hand comes away wet.
With an angry looking scowl upon his broad, green, feral looking face, the ork warleader looks around, then glares as he spots the three abandoned buckets close by. Then he grunts as he smells, then sees Helbe the elven thief standing to one side.
"Good thing you're wearing that poncho" says the young elven noble who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel "Or you would of got thoroughly soaked if you weren't" adds the highly talented elven spellcaster.
Dorkindle sourly grunts, then says "You back cunt" followed by "Where the fuck you been?" the big, burly ork who hails from the southern polar region of the world continues with "Them other cunts been fucken lookin' for you".
"I know" says Helbe the elven thief, who then tells the large ork "Come on, get up" the elven master archer then adds "There's things to be done, and you have to get going".
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks as he's about to get up, pauses and he looks at the figure in the white hooded cloak and asks him "Where the fuck is me going?".
"South" replies the elven magic user "Not north" mutters the ork warleader "You and your battalion will head that way" says the grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel "Darid and his patrol have already gone, as have many of the scouts and rangers. The rest of the armies, well those not staying here will be leaving soon, as they head after general Halvane's forces who went by a little earlier this morning" adds the elven masterthief.
"Me must of fucken missed all of that" mutters Dorc da Orc who stands up, and scowls as water drips down off him.
The big, burly ork who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks, glares at the nearby goblins, and says to them "Why you not fucken tell me any of this?" followed by "And how me get fucken wet too?" as he looks suspiciously at the elven magic user.
"It must of rained" says Helbe the elven thief in a dry tone of voice, who after a slight pause adds in the same tone "Just there, under that tree" he briefly pauses again before dryly saying "On just you".
A few sniggers and chuckles of mirth come from the nearby goblins, which fall silent when their general glares at them.
Then the ork weaponsmith looks up at the clear sky on what's another warm summer's day here in the north of the kingdom of Nastell. Then he looks at the elven spellcaster and mutters in the ork language "Rain my fat fucken green ass".
The large ork who is from the frozen bottom of the world, is about to call the elven masterthief something rather unpleasant, but remains silent when the elven princeling tells him "The orders are from Farque".
Which isn't strictly true. But the elven  master archer knows that's the best thing to say to shut the ork warleader up, and to get him moving.
"Fuck" mutters Dorkindle, who then looks around at the goblins, spotting Teabagger trying to hide behind the elven masterthief.
"Well you fucken heard him" loudly says the ork general to the nearby goblins "We gots to get fucken going".
The goblins who are ready to depart, for they've just been waiting for their general to wake up. Start acting busy, and by that, they start making their way around to the otherside of the tavern. Where out on the street, the rest of the battalion is waiting for them.
"Teabagger make sure we gots plenty of fucken booze for the march" says the big, burly ork "Or sorted boss, i mean general" is the reply from the small, bright, green goblin who is the commander of the battalion.
The ork weaponsmith grunts in satisfaction, then he follows Teabagger, and prince Helbenthril Raendril around to the front of the tavern, where the entire battalion is waiting.
The goblin battalion, who along with their general. Did more than tip the balance of the battle last night when they covertly entered the city of Savariss.
They completely pushed it over the edge. Decimating any of the enemy who were unfortunate enough to run into them on the streets of the northern most city of the kingdom of Nastell.
After seeing Dorc da Orc and the goblin battalion off. And making sure they head to the south gates of the city.
Helbe the elven thief, who wasn't present during the battle. Though he did watch a fair bit of it from afar. As he was onboard the krean strikeship, the Fídiablo for much of the night. Mostly to the northeast of Savariss. As they kept an eye on the army led by general Halvane. As he has those of the robber baron's forces, who are the least trustworthy, and the least experienced in battle.
The elven magic user, who watched a fair bit of the battle through a powerful scrying spell cast by one of the navigators onboard the Fídiablo. Then went onto join the general, who is the senior most military leader in the Farqian mercenary army here in the campaign between the robber barons of the unruled lands of the Colevar Mountains. And duke Hargen, and the duchy of Phelm, here in the north of the kingdom of Nastell.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, had the general break camp early, well before dawn. And had them marching for quite some time before the sun came up. They were going by the city of Savariss at sunrise. And now that it's near midday, they're well south of the only city in the north of the duchy of Phelm.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril who knows that the three armies that took Savariss during the night. Especially if they break apart into three separate armies again. Will quickly pass the large army led by the Farqian general.
Heads to the north of the city, passing by the war machines, that are on the move, going through Savariss. As it'll be quicker than going around it.
As the elven magic user, who has blurred himself as he shifts northwards. In a brief moment between shifts. Looks down as he's in mid air, spots Tovis the war engineer with the war machine crews.
With the young engineer he spots Shur Kee the monk, as well as sir Percavelle Lé Dic. Both of whom fought alongside Dorc da Orc and the goblin battalion during the night.
The elven masterthief knows that Lisell Maera has gone ahead with Darid Parsen, and the cavalry commander's company.
That just leaves the field commander Tamric Drubine. Who the highly talented elven spellcaster knows, will have Mira Reinholt the mage close by.
As those three will always have one of the older, more experienced members of the group who all used to travel together. Looking over them, watching what they do. But more importantly. Making sure they're safe.
Helbenthril Raendril, or Helbe for short as he shifts further north, sees that many of those who took part in the battle for Savariss during the night, are now on the move. He knows that others who are in the camp just north of the city. Have packed up, and are beginning the march around the only city in the north of the kingdom of Nastell.
The elven princeling from Laerel gets to a tower in the north of the city. There he finds Mira Reinholt the mage watching a handful of prisoners being put into the back of a covered wagon. Nearby are the field commanders Drubine and Talbot, in the doorway to the tower, chatting with a number of their senior staff.
Field commander Leivyn has already gone ahead, as it's most of the army that she leads, who are already on the move, and who have departed Savariss.
"That's him then" quietly says prince Helbenthril Raendril in the elven language as he appears next to his fellow spellcaster, and fellow council member.
After slightly jumping in surprise, and sourly smiling at the sudden appearance of the elven master assassin bedside him.
Mira Reinholt the mage quietly says in elven "Yeah that's him" as they watch the last prisoner, being put into the back of the wagon.
The highly talented elven magic user nods his hooded head after reading the mind of the enemy captain of the castle and city guard here in Savariss, the swordmaster Gallene.
"Unusual amount of loyalty for a commoner towards his lord" quietly says the son of the princess of Laerel, and the Warder of Quinthain "The brother who commands the duke's personal guard, we can assume is like that too" adds the elven masterthief.
Nodding his black hooded head in agreement with his fellow council member, the mage Reinholt says "More than likely" the once powerful mage then continues with "Nastell isn't a totalitarian feudal kingdom, say such as Sarcrin" the spellcaster originally from the city-state of Vexil then adds "Those of common birth can make something of themselves here, so it's no wonder the captain and most likely his brother, show such loyalty to the duke".
"Pity" murmurs the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who then says "It's misplaced loyalty for what we're concerned with" he then quietly tells his fellow spellcaster "Imagine if one or both of them were robber barons, instead of some of the actual one's" the elven master archer then adds "Gergus and maybe Solomard are the only one's worth the time and effort to work with. The other three are a total pain in the ass, especially Almard and Larimer".
The spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands, smiles as he nods in agreement with his fellow member of lord Farque's personal council as they watch the wagon with the prisoners move off with their mounted guards.
They're going south with the armies who have come down from the unruled lands in the Colevar Mountains, into the north of the kingdom of Nastell, and it's northern most duchy, the duchy of Phelm.
"I see you told him about his nephew" quietly says Helbe the elven thief, Mira Reinholt the mage nods to that, as the body of Poliss the nephew of captain Gallene was found a little earlier this morning, amongst the rubble where the breach in the north wall of the city occurred.
The young member of the city and castle guard, died in the fighting after the breach was made, as the armies from the unruled lands, who are led by the Farqian mercenary army, entered the city last night.
Changing the subject, the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, asks the elven princeling "Did you find him?".
"I did" says the elven magic user, who then dryly adds "At a tavern". "No surprise there" dryly says the Vexilian mage in exile, who then slightly nods his hooded head, when the elven masterthief tells him "Him and his battalion are on their way".
"At least that's something" murmurs councilor Reinholt, then he and his fellow practitioner of magic make their way over to where the two field commanders are talking with some of their senior staff.
The two spellcasters who are members of lord Farque's personal council don't get involved with the conversation, they just watch and listen. And when they do speak, it's to each other, by way of a mindspeech spell.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril has just informed the mage Reinholt that Narladene the ground pixie has gone south, to check up on the spies amongst the enemy, who include Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy, who escaped Savariss last night during the battle.
When out loud he says to his fellow councilor and the field commanders and their senior staff "Here they come".
They all look at the elven envoy, who points away to the right, and a few moments later, from down the end of the street the tower is on, they see the robber barons of the unruled lands and others with them, ride into view.
"We'll send Gergus and Solomard ahead to join up with commander Leivyn" says field commander Tamric Drubine, who along with his fellow field commanders and their seconds, have decided to split up the robber barons again. For the simple reason they're easier to handle when they're not all together like they are now.
"We'll inform them" says Helbe the elven thief, which earns smiles of relief from the two field commanders in the mercenary army from the lands Farque.
"Speak for yourself" dryly says Mira Reinholt as they watch the robber barons riding at a walk in this direction "You can do all the talking" adds the once powerful mage, who continues with "You weren't here last night during the battle, where i had to keep an eye on those five most of the time".
The young elven noble suppresses a guffaw as he hears the exiled Vexilian mage mutter "I should of let some of them get themselves killed".
"Now Mira, who would pay us if they had happened?" says the elven magic user "That's the only reason i didn't" mutters the swordmaster Reinholt, which illicits a grin from the elven master assassin.
The two councilors step away from the tower, and step out on the street to wait for the robber barons. As they do, prince Helbenthril Raendril as he does every so often, reads the minds of the five robber barons of the unruled lands of the southern reaches of the Colevar Mountains, who have hired the Farqian mercenary army in their war against duke Hargen of Phelm.
The elven magic user momentarily stops after reading the mind of the robber baron Gergus, who is looking around at those near the tower as he and his fellow robber barons ride towards it.
"What is it?" quietly asks Mira Reinholt when he notices the elven masterthief has stopped behind him.
"Just thinking about something" says Helbe the elven thief as he steps forward to stand beside his fellow spellcaster and councilor.
The young elven noble from the principality of Laerel wonders if he should tell the once powerful mage what he's just found out about what happened between the robber baron Gergus and Lisell Maera when they went missing for a few days.
He decides not to, and thinks it would be best that he should discuss it with somebody else . . . . . .