The Hire 92.

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

Just to the north of the city of Almaic, amongst the battlelines of duke Hargen's army who are defending the city that's the capital of the duchy of Phelm.
Dorc da Orc who is with his goblin battalion, and others in the forward elements of both field commander Drubine and Leivyn's armies,
Caves in the front of an enemy soldier's skull, with a lazy backhand swing of his right arm.
While with his left hand, the large ork throws one of the goblins up onto the palisades infront of them.
The little dark green goblin, who is almost a black, green. Sets to the enemy with his wicked looking short sword.
The big, burly ork who hails from the southern polar region of the world. Looks towards the city, that isn't all that faraway.
The general of the goblin battalion in the mercenary army from the lands Farque quickly looks to where he knows something is on the ground, just infront of the north wall of Almaic.
It's obstructed from view at the moment, the ork warleader knows it's still there. And he intends to get it when they get closer to the north wall of the city that's the provincial capital. As Dorkindle gloats at the prospect of that.
Elsewhere to the north of the city of Almaic. Further north than the battlelines of the duke's army.
Mira Reinholt the mage who is with Tamric Drubine, and others of the young field commander's senior staff.
Looks through his leather wrapped, brass cylindrical eyepiece.
The once powerful mage who is originally from the city-state of Vexil, and is now a member of the personal council of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Looks towards the top of the north wall of the city that's the capital of the duchy of Phelm. As two of the enemy magetubes upon the top of the wall, fire at the armies led by field commanders Drubine and Leivyn.
The Vexilian mage in exile who has already taken out two of the magetubes up on the north wall of Almaic. Has asked one of the nearby Farqian spellcasters if the enemy have increased their wards upon the wall.
The answer was that they had. And quite considerably too by all accounts. Even going part way beneath the north wall of the city, that's the largest city in the duchy of Phelm. The northern most duchy in the kingdom of Nastell.
The spellcaster, who is also a highly skilled swordmaster. Is just about to create a mageglobe. When the magetube shot heading towards this army. Explodes up against a barrier spell infront of the front ranks.
Who have yet to advance, as it's only the forward elements who are engaged with the enemy at the moment.
While the other magetube shot, a dozen feet wide, and red in colour. Plows into some of the front ranks of field commander Leivyn's army.
Mira Reinholt slightly shakes his hooded head in the early sunshine as he looks that way, before he completes the creation of a mageglobe.
Over to the right, or to the west. On the north side of the city of Almaic. Amongst the army led by field commander Leivyn.
Darid Parsen the cavalry commander winces as the enemy magetube shot explodes within some of the front ranks, less than a hundred yards away from where he's standing with field commander Leivyn, and others of her senior staff.
The cavalry commander, who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra, by the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who just happens to find himself inhabiting the body of Darid Parsen. Who was formerly a foot soldier in the army of lady Linara Lé Dic, in the kingdom of Druvic.
Glances over at sir Percavelle Lé Dic who is sitting on a nearby tree trunk. Fidgeting, as he would like to be in the thick of the battle already.
Especially since his rival, the ork warleader Dorc da Orc is with the forward elements who are amongst the enemy battlelines.
Commander Parsen then glances at Lisell Maera who is standing beside him. The messenger in the armies of Farque, is looking back, and to the right of them.
Where just fifty feet away stands the robber barons Gergus and Solamard, along with their seconds. And other senior officers in their armies that have come down from the unruled lands in the Colevar Mountains.
Darid aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman looks at them too. And sees they're almost as keen to get into battle as the former earl of Lé Dic.
The cavalry commander who is a member of the personal council of lord Farque, knows that they'll just have to wait along with the rest of the army, if they want to be successful in the attack upon the city of Almaic.
Commander Parsen then looks back towards the enemy battlelines, where the forward elements of this army. Along with the army led by field commander Drubine. Are amongst the enemy, fighting them for every yard, which will bring them closer to the north wall of the city,
Around on the west side of the city of Almaic. Shur Kee the monk helps the war engineer Tovis. As well as a group of the engineering corp in the Farqian mercenary army.
Haul back one of the chains of a trebuchet, which  has one of the thick links break after firing a shot. With a help of a pair of horses. They pull the heavy chain back. So that it's straight, and in a line, so that the engineers can repair it.
Once the repair work is started. The short, statured monk who is from far beyond the Southlands. The far eastern coast of the continent to be exact.
Follows along behind the young engineer who is originally from the kingdom of Druvic. Where he was once the war engineer of a baron Harkonin, in eastern Druvic.
The acolyte in the order of Bru Li isn't the only one following behind Tovis the engineer.
He's also followed, at a distance mind you. By the subaltern Jaxs. One of field commander Talbot's officers. The field commander who leads this particular army which is attacking the west side of the city that's the capital of the duchy of Phelm.
And though the subaltern is an assassin, whose training was completed by prince Helbenthril Raendril. It's without doubt the short, statured monk in the strange clothing, and wearing an even stranger looking hat. Is the deadlier, and more lethal of the two.
They join the war engineer's second in command, Larris the sorcerer at the next trebuchet along.
Which has just flung barrels of burning pitch towards the enemy battlelines and the city of Almaic.
A city, which spills out beyond it's original boundaries here on it's western side. Due to the fact, it doesn't have much in the way of walls along this side of the city, that's the provincial capital.
Shur Kee listens as Larris explains to Tovis that field commander Talbot has ordered the forward elements, well forward. Now that the sun has cleared the city of Almaic this morning.
And how the war machine crews. Of which only the trebuchets are operation at the moment. As they're not yet close enough to use the shorter range catapults, and wagon mounted ballista. Are adjusting their shots accordingly
The acolyte in the order of Bru Li, who is a physical adept. Who is just over thirty years old. Watches as barrels of burning pitch go crashing down amongst the enemy battlelines closer to the edge of the city.
The short, statured monk says a silent prayer of forgiveness to the Jade Warrior Bru Li. For the lives that are being lost at the moment. And the lives that will be lost throughout the day.
Of which, no doubt. He shall take a number of them, as the battle progress, more or less as planned by the field commanders, and the others in the Farqian mercenary army who have planned it.
One of those who helped to plan the attack upon the enemy battlelines, and the city of Almaic. Is busy fighting the enemy amongst their battlelines, on the north side of the city that's the capital of the duchy of Phelm.
"Fucken get some" growls Dorc da Orc, who slaps away a spear that's stabbed down at him. Breaking the wrists of the enemy soldier trying to stab him with the spear.
Then he reaches up the front of the wooden palisades on the next fortification they've come up against.
He grunts as he hauls the wooden structure down with all his strength.
It takes a few moments, but eventually a twelve foot long segment of the wooden wall, falls forward and down. Bringing a lot of dirt down with it. As the large ork scrambles out of the way, with a muttered "Fucken cunt".
The dirt, and the segment of wooden palisades makes a great ramp. For a number of the smaller goblins to scurrying up it, to get amongst the enemy soldiers and mercenaries in duke Hargen's army.
"Not you cunt" growls the ork warleader, who grabs Teabagger the goblin Cunt who was going to hurry up the makeshift ramp with the other smaller goblins.
"Wait" says the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world  to the small, bright green goblin who is the commander of the goblin battalion that's part of the armies of Farque.
"Yes boss, er general" says Teabagger the goblin Cunt, who faintly winces as a hammer thrown by an enemy soldier up on the fortification. Slams into the broad, green, feral looking face of the ork weaponsmith.
The large ork scowls in anger as he rubs the bridge of his nose, where he was hit. As he looks up to see who threw the hammer.
"Me gonna find that cunt and rip his head off, then skull fuck it" mutters the warleader of the ork race.
The goblin commander winces, as he knows that's no idle threat. As he's seen the general do that in the past, and it's not a pretty sight.
Then the ork general, and the goblin commander look away to their right along the enemy battlelines.
Where the next fortification, goes up in flames. As first a fireball, then an energyball cast by a couple of spellcasters in the Farqian mercenary army. Smash into the dirt and wooden fortification.
As they see captain Weldin and his company waiting for that particular fortification to burn down.
Dorkindle mutters to the goblin commander "Them cunts get fucken everything done for them" the big, burly ork from the bottom of the world then adds "We gots to do everything our fucken selves".
Teabagger nods in agreement with his general. He finds it's best to agree with the ork weaponsmith. Even when the large ork is wrong.
"Go on then cunt" says Dorc da Orc who waves the small, bright green goblin up the makeshift ramp, and continues with "Might as well join all them other fucken cunts up there".
"Yes boss, er i mean general" says the goblin commander, who then hurries up the dirt and wood ramp. Promptly falling flat on his face as he does so.
"Fucken gob-a-lins" mutters Dorkindle with a roll of his eyes. Who then grabs Teabagger, picks him up, and throws him up the makeshift ramp into the enemy fortification.
Mira Reinholt the mage who has just flung away a mageglobe, that's gone opaque, almost clear in appearance. Looks at Tamric Drubine who is standing beside him at the moment, who has just asked "Where's that going?".
"There" replies Mira Reinholt the mage who waves a hand towards the city of Almaic.
"It is?" murmurs the young field commander originally from the kingdom of Sarcrin, who clearly saw the Vexilian mage in exile fling the apple sized living piece of magic up and behind them into the sky.
The once powerful mage grins in response to that as he senses his mageglobe. Which is quickly out of range of his limited ability to sense.
The mage Reinholt who is a member of the personal council of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque goes back to looking through his leather wrapped, brass cylindrical eyepiece.
The spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, looks towards the top of the north wall of Almaic. To the spot he has sent his mageglobe.
The living piece of magic that was created by Mira Reinholt. Flies straight up into the sky, a good thousand feet. Well above the battle and the city of Almaic. And definitely well above the magical wards along the north wall of the city that's the capital of the duchy of Phelm.
The opaque mageglobe shoots forward, passing over the fighting within the battlelines just north of the city. Then it goes over the north wall of Almaic, along with the wards that have been placed along it, as well as beneath it.
Once over the streets and buildings in the north of the city. The living piece of magic drops down out of the sky, eventually coming down to under fifty feet.
The mageglobe then heads back to the north wall of Almaic. Passing over the northern area of the capital of the duchy of Phelm. The living piece of magic is slightly buzzing as it flies, as if it's humming to itself. That's exactly what it's doing.
And is what it does, right up until it goes through the back of the north wall of Almaic, go upwards a dozen feet. And come to the end of it's brief life. Just beneath where a magetube is located on the north wall of the city.
"Hell" mutters Darid Parsen the cavalry commander as they see a section of the top of the north wall of Almaic, explode upwards in an explosion that makes no sound.
There's no flash of an explosion, or fire in anyway. Just bits of the top wall goes flying upwards into the morning sky.
Along with an enemy magetube, it's crew, and about a half dozen of the enemy who were standing near it. They head upwards, then back down. Either whole, or in pieces. Though all dead from the force of the silent explosion.
"Mira you think?" asks Lisell Maera who is standing beside the cavalry commander who is a member of the personal council of lord Farque.
"Definitely" replies Darid aka Zubutai Timaginson, as they've been told the spellcasters are finding it impossible at the moment to penetrate the wards along the north wall of Almaic.
Not so for the mage Reinholt it seems. Who as a mage, is far more inventive when it comes to offensive spells. Not to mention he's a mage, who are the only spellcasters able to create living magic, which can think for themselves.
The cavalry commander looks over at sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who is now up off the tree trunk he was sitting on, and is now pacing back and forth as he watches the battle this morning.
As commander Parsen does that. Lisell Maera glances behind them and to the right. To where the robber barons Gergus and Solamard. Along with their seconds are standing with a number of others of their senior staff.
The attractive young woman from the city-state of Brattonbury, who is now a messenger in the armies of Farque. Catches the eye of the robber baron Gergus.
The youngest of the five robber barons from the unruled lands in the Colevar Mountains who have banded together to wage war upon duke Hargen and the duchy of Phelm.
Faintly smiles as he looks her way. Then he slightly nods to the attractive young woman who he spent an intimate night with when they were separated from the rest of their forces.
Gergus the robber baron goes back to watching the battle. As does Lisell Maera, as next to her, commander Parsen quietly says "At this rate, the next phase of the battle will be around midmorning".
Around on the west side of the city of Almaic, the next phase of the battle is already underway.
"We shall move them forward then?" asks Shur Kee the monk "We shall" is the response from Tovis the war engineer, who then calls out an order to the next trebuchet along.
The young engineer who hails from the kingdom of Druvic then tells the short, statured monk "Not too far, only a hundred to hundred and fifty feet or so".
Tovis looks behind them, then adds "Still out of range for the catapults" he continues with "Though they and the ballistas will be in action soon enough i suppose".
Shur Kee nods his head, then they glance over at Larris the sorcerer, who sends a fireball hurtling through the air towards the enemy battlelines along this side of the city that's the capital of the duchy of Phelm.
"It will be a long morning" quietly says the acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li "A long day" says the war engineer, who after a slight pause adds "And a long battle".
Shur Kee nods his head to that, then he along with the young engineer, hurry over to help one of the trebuchet crews to move the large war machine forward. Help push it, as a team of horses are hitched to the front of it, to pull it.
On what's turning out to be another warm summer's morning, which will turn into another hot day here in the north of the kingdom of Nastell . . . . . .