Aftermath 7.

The Kaldel Plains...

More than half of the crew and passengers onboard the tri-masted destroyer got off it before it crashed.
Most on the jolly boats and the ship's boat.
While the the remainder got off it thanks to the spellcasters who were onboard.
And while most of the survivors got onto one of the frigates that came back for them.
A small group has remained as they try to find out who was responsible for bringing down the warship, which was part of the Farqian fleet.
They've also remained behind as another small group are missing. And they hope to find them too.
It's mid morning of the following day, and Helbe the elven thief reappears. The young elven noble makes his way over to Mira Reinholt the mage, who is standing a little bit away from the others.
"Beats me where they've taken off to" says Helbe the elven thief who looks away to the south, where half a mile away in the distance, is the destroyer that crashed last night. Or what's left of it.
"The mage responsible for last night, or the others?" asks Mira Reinholt the mage "Both" says the young elven noble who is from the island principality of Laerel.
The elven magic user looks at his fellow spellcaster, and fellow member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, and quietly tells him "Narladene says they both went to the north and east" he continues with "That's the way she sensed that mage's rift went, and the way the clerics gateway went too".
The mage Reinholt nods his hooded head at that, then the elven masterthief asks him "How far do you think Beldane could take them via a gateway?".
"A couple hundred miles" is the reply from the once powerful mage, who after a brief pause, adds "Maybe a little bit more".
"I agree" quietly says the young elven noble who is a member of the royal family that rules the elven principality of Laerel.
"And the mage who attacked us?" asks the elven master assassin "Twice as much?" adds the elven princeling.
"Easily" says the mage who is in exile from his homeland, the city-state of Vexil "With the power of his mageglobe and the way it got through the ship's wards, i wouldn't be surprised if he could go three times as far by a rift than the cleric could through his gateway" continues the mage Reinholt.
"That's annoying" mutters Helbe the elven thief, who after looking in the direction of the downed airship that's in pieces a half a mile to the south of them, looks at the Vexilian mage in exile who quietly says "What we should also be figuring out, is why we were attacked".
"I can think of a number of reasons" quietly says prince Helbenthril Raendril who follows that with "And not just because of what we did in northern Nastell recently".
"Oh" says the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, who then adds "Like what?".
"Like you for starters" says the elven master archer, who continues with "And all the enemies you've made over the years".
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel gestures over to where the others are sitting and standing as he adds "Then there's Percy who has got a long list of enemies too".
The highly talented elven spellcaster then says in an extremely dry tone of voice "And don't even get me started on Dorc, he's probably made more enemies over the years than you and Percy combined, and then some too".
The spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands, sourly smiles, though he nods in agreement with what his fellow councillor just said.
"Though I'm guessing it's probably something else" quietly says Helbe the elven thief, who after a moment's pause, continues with "Something a lot more simple".
The young elven noble who is the third in line for the throne of his grandfather, behind his mother and older sister, looks back to where the crashed tri-masted destroyer is on the plains, and he quietly says "What? I'm not exactly sure".
Mira Reinholt who is in agreement with him, says "Well, we're not going to find out hanging around here".
I'm not so certain of that, the elven magic user thinks to himself as he looks in the direction of the warship they were onboard last night, when it was brought down by a mageglobe.
"Might as well get going" continues the Vexilian mage in exile, who then adds "Go off and search for this mage who attacked us" the highly skilled swordmaster then says "And find Tam, Lis, Tovis and the cleric".
The elven masterthief nods to that, then the two of them make their way over to the others. Who are sitting and standing near the jolly boat that they've kept with them.
Darid Parsen the cavalry commander looks over at his two fellow council members who are walking this way. When they get closer, the cavalry officer 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.
Rolls his eyes, then nods his head to around the otherside of the jolly boat, to where Dorc da Orc is sitting on the ground.
The mage Reinholt walks around, and sees what the large ork has got, and says to the ork warleader in an exasperated tone "Dorc you can't bring that".
"Why the fuck not?" demands Dorc da Orc "Because it's too heavy you idiot" says the once powerful mage, who continues with "We're going to be heavy enough as it is with your fat ass onboard" he then adds "We don't need that overweighing things".
"Who the fuck you calling fat?" growls the big, burly ork who hails from the southern polar region of the world "You" dryly says Mira Reinholt, who after a brief pause adds "You fat fuck".
Dorkindle growls again, this time a lot more menacingly, then as he sits there on the ground, he points the magetube he's holding at the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster.
Teabagger the goblin Cunt who is sitting on the otherside of the ork general, scrambles out of the way of the impending confrontation between the ork weaponsmith and the Vexilian mage in exile.
"Strike him down mage" declares an enthusiastic sounding sir Percavelle Lé Dic from around the front of the jolly boat "This world shall be a better place without his foul, loathsome presence" adds the knight in the order of Saint Mar'che who would like nothing better than to see the large ork end up dead.
The warleader of the ork race growls at the nobleborn knight too. Then before a three way argument can get underway, Helbe the elven thief says "Dorc get in the boat" followed by "You too Percy".
Dorkindle is just about to tell the elven princeling to fuck off. But he shuts his mouth when he suddenly sees Narladene the ground pixie hovering right infront of his face.
The naturally magical creature has a devilish looking grin upon her tiny face as she looks at the large ork, while making stabbing motions towards his eyes, with her tiny sword.
"By Krom" mutters the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks in his native language, who wearily watches the ground pixie as he adds "Fucken nasty little thing".
"Now Dorc" says the young elven noble who refrains from grinning as he's the only other person to see Narladene who is threatening the big, burly ork.
"Yeah yeah cunt" says the ork general with a grunt, who climbs a board the jolly boat, taking the magetube with him.
"You as well" says prince Helbenthril Raendril who points at the former earl of Lé Dic "Of course" says the heavily armoured knight, who climbs onboard, getting into the bow, away from the ork weaponsmith.
They're followed by Darid Parsen, Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy and Shur Kee the monk. And eventually Teabagger the goblin Cunt. Who takes a couple of attempts to get onboard. As he slips on the starboard side gunwale in his first attempt, falling onto his ass.
Then eventually getting on, when he tries to climb onboard and his general, with a sigh and a look of disgust. Grabs him, and hauls him onto the jolly boat.
The two spellcasters, Mira Reinholt and Helbenthril Raendril are the last onboard. With the Vexilian mage in exile taking the tiller.
Then after asking Shur Kee the monk to hoist the sail up the mast, the swordmaster Reinholt quietly says in elven to his fellow councillor, the elven masterthief "We're not even going to get off the ground with that magetube onboard".
"I'll take care of it" says the young elven noble who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel.
"I say, why aren't we moving wot?" asks sir Percavelle Lé Dic from the bow as he looks back "We're too heavy" is the reply from the mage Reinholt with a pointed look to where Dorc da Orc is sitting on the bench just behind the mast.
"Of course" sourly says the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic as he looks at the large ork in disgust.
Then after scowling at the former paladin in the bow, Dorkindle looks back and says to the spellcaster all in black "Hurry the fuck up killer". Using his nickname for the once powerful mage.
"Like i said we're too heavy to lift off" says the spellcaster, who when he was just seventeen, was a member of the mage council of Vexil. The youngest ever member of that particular council in the history of the largest city-state in the Southlands. A council that helps to rule Vexil.
"He's right" says Helbe the elven thief, who after a slight pause adds "I'll prove it".
The elven magic user from the island principality of Laerel nods at the warleader of the ork race and tells him "Throw those barrels you brought back from the wreck overboard".
"Get fucked" says Dorkindle in alarm, who trudged back to the downed warship earlier this morning, where he found some barrels of ale, and molasses spirits that were still intact.
He brought them back, along with the magetube which weighs almost twice as much as he does.
"Well toss that magetube overboard instead and see for yourself" says the elven master assassin.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, thinking that's a better idea than throwing his booze and grog overboard. Though not really thinking through it at all.
Biffs the fifteen hundred pound magical weapon over the starboard side, and it hits the ground. The jolly boat, which is only about eighteen feet in length. Starts to lift off the ground.
"See" says the young elven noble. And though the mage Reinholt keeps a straight face. Darid Parsen is unable to, and has to look away from the ork who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
Shur Kee the monk grins too, though he covers his mouth with a hand. And Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy has to fake a cough to cover the laugh that almost escapes from him.
While sir Percavelle Lé Dic doesn't bother hiding what he feels. The large, heavily armoured knight loudly guffaws and just shakes his head as he broadly smiles whilst looking back at the ork weaponsmith.
While Teabagger winces as he sits beside him, Dorc da Orc mutters "What so fucken funny?".
Then realising that they're still climbing up into the air, while the magetube is down on the ground, the warleader of the ork race looks back, and says "Take us back down cunt" followed by "Me have to get the big boom boom back".
Mira Reinholt ignores the large ork as he pulls back on the tiller, continuing to lift the jolly boat into the mid morning sky, as they start heading to the north and east.
Dorkindle growls, then stands up and goes to look over the starboard side. The small sailing vessel tips alarming to that side.
"Dorc sit down" says prince Helbenthril Raendril who has taken command of the small group that are searching for the person responsible for bringing down the destroyer. As well as searching for those who are missing. Tamric Drubine, Lisell Maera, Tovis the war engineer, and the newest member of the group, Beldane the cleric.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world ignores the elven masterthief. Until he promptly sits back down when Narladene the ground pixie appears right infront of his face again. And mouths the word sit at him. As she makes stabbing motions with her tiny little sword towards his eyes.
As Dorc da Orc sits there on the bench next to the goblin commander Teabagger, muttering to himself in the ork language about the loss of his boom boom. And that a big bee should come along and butt fuck the ground pixie Narladene.
Helbe the elven thief quietly says to his fellow spellcaster Mira Reinholt "I'll just go on ahead and scout things out" the highly talented elven magic user continues with "I'll be back at midday".
The once powerful mage nods his hooded head to that, then the elven master assassin disappears as he blurs himself, then shifts away.
The young elven noble from Laerel doesn't immediately head off to the northeast and go scout out infront of them. Instead he heads back in the direction of the crashed destroyer.
On the ground, prince Helbenthril Raendril watches the jolly boat in the distance as it heads to the north and east.
Then he looks at Narladene the ground pixie who appears on his right shoulder "There's something i want you to do" the elven masterthief says to the tiny winged creature who is attached to him.
The naturally magical creature listens in silence to what the elven princeling has to say. Then once he's explained to her what he wants her to do, Narladene the ground pixie nods in understanding, then says "Who'll keep stinky under control while I'm not there?".
"We'll cope" says the elven master archer, who then silently adds, i hope.
"If you say so" murmurs the ground pixie in her native language.
Then returning to the topic he's just explained to the tiny winged creature, Helbe the elven thief asks Narladene "You think you can do it?".
"I can" is the reply of the naturally magical creature who is originally from the Sunreach Mountains. "Good" murmurs the elven princeling.
The ground pixie hops off his right shoulder and hovers in the air, then councillor Raendril shifts away to the northeast. To scout out infront of the jolly boat the others are on.
While Narladene remains behind near the tri-masted destroyer that was brought down last night . . . . . .