Aftermath 40.

The Kaldel Plains...

Early the next morning, well before dawn like he's done every day they've traveled north across the Kaldel Plains.
Helbe the elven thief has gone on ahead, leaving the others behind who are still waking up. And in the incase of Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic, still fast asleep.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel doesn't travel too far ahead. Just a few miles actually, when he spots the large town in the distance.
The elven magic user suspects they would of got there last night. If the wind hadn't died down to almost nothing, which slowed the progress of the jolly boat.
They didn't risk Mira Reinholt the mage casting anything, just incase he got too carried away, and a storm showed up that could of potentially damaged the small airboat they're traveling in.
The elven masterthief looks away to the west, at the tents dotted across the plains in that direction. Camps of gold diggers, who are working one of the last viable gold fields in all of the Kaldel Plains.
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque, looks back to the north at the town.
And though the sun has yet to come up over the horizon to the east. The elven princeling can already see that people are up and about. Getting on with the start of the day.
The elven master assassin suspects the town gets quite busy. Especially with the gold fields so close. Not to mention the crew of illegal wreckers in the two villages further north. Who no doubt come down to this town, to sell and trade their ill gotten goods and materials.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril watches the town for a little while longer. Then he blurs himself, and shifts away. Heading towards the town, to see what he can find out about the four who are missing that they're searching for. Who he suspects Narladene the ground pixie has found as she has yet to return to him.
The elven magic user will also find out anymore information he can about the illegal wreckers, who are in the villages, about thirty miles north of town.
Meanwhile, a few miles further to the south. The rest of the group are awake. Surprisingly it was sir Percavelle Lé Dic who was the last to get up.
As Dorc da Orc, who slept naked on the ground as it was a cool night, cold for everyone else. Was awake before the nobleborn knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
Everyone was glad the ork warleader woke by himself. As no one wants to wake up the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world when he sleeps naked.
Not even Teabagger the goblin Cunt who normally takes pleasure in waking up the large ork, usually with a hammer. Wanted to get close to the ork weaponsmith, who slept naked some distance from the others who were in and near the jolly boat.
As they lit a fire next to the airboat, not only to cook their dinner last night. But to offer them some heat during the coldest night so far since they've been on the Kaldel Plains.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic might of been the last to wake, but the knight in the order of Saint Mar-che who slept in his suit of plate armour, and who was the closest to the fire all night.
Is his usual boisterous self, first thing in the morning, as the sun starts to rise in the east on what's a fairly cool morning which heralds the end of summer, and the arrival of autumn in this area of the Kaldel Plains.
"I do say, what a bracing morning we've got chaps" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic in his loud pompous voice "Easy for you to say, you basically slept on the fire last night" says Mira Reinholt the mage who has put on his gloves this morning, the first time he's done so, since the spring.
The heavily armoured knight ignores that, and he also ignores the "Eat a dick ya knight cunt" from a growling Dorc da Orc who for once is the first one to climb onboard the jolly boat.
The nobleman from Druvic, who is the former earl of Lé Dic, looks around, takes a deep breath, then states "I do believe we shall make progress today".
"He's probably right" says Darid Parsen the cavalry commander in the elven language as he and Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy climb aboard the small airboat.
Shur Kee the monk follows them, as does the mage Reinholt. While Teabagger the goblin cunt. Is picked up by Dorc da Orc, who sighs and grunts in disgust when the small, bright green, goblin goes to climb aboard, but slips backwards off the starboard side gunwale.
Last to get on the jolly boat, is sir Percavelle or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others. The large, heavily armoured knight takes his usual place in the bow.
And once he's seated, and Dalinvardél Tanith and Shur Kee raise the sail, Mira Reinholt gets them off the ground after he lifts up on the tiller.
As they climb up into the morning sky, the spellcaster from the city-state of Vexil says "We should reach that town fairly soon".
Darid Parsen nods his head in agreement, then says to the spy Tanith "Keep an eye out for it".
The cavalry commander, who like the once powerful mage, is a member of the personal council of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, quietly says to his fellow councillor "We might want to think about what we're going to do".
Councillor Parsen, who in actual fact 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, then adds "Go into that town or not".
"We'll wait until the royal thief gets back, and see what he has to say" says the mage who is in exile from his homeland of Vexil "He might find something out there about the others" continues the mage Reinholt, who then adds "And about those wreckers".
Darid aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman nods his head in agreement, then as the once powerful mage turns the jolly boat slightly to starboard to help catch the breeze this morning, the cavalry commander says "Let's hope he does".
They fly northwards as the sun continues to rise in the east, on what's a clear and sunny, though cool day here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
And it's not too long afterwards, that Dalinvardél Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group says "There's that town".
Both Dorc da Orc and Teabagger the goblin Cunt have spotted it too, and the large ork just grunts as they look away to the north, where in the distance is a fairly large town.
At the tiller, the spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to found anywhere in the Southlands, drops the small airboat down towards the ground.
The small vessel gets to about twenty feet above the ground, when the others in the airboat, that would be the four humans. Are able to finally see the smudge in the distance that's a town.
The spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster has Dalin reef the sail so that they slow down a bit "Might want to wait for his royal thiefness to show up" says the exiled Vexilian mage.
"Well, I'm here" says Helbe the elven thief who suddenly appears in the jolly boat, between his fellow councillors, the mage Reinholt and commander Parsen.
"That town is a lot larger than i thought" says the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel as he gestures to the town in the distance.
"A few of us might want to go in and find out about them" adds the elven magic user, referring to both the missing four of Tamric Drubine, Lisell Maera, Tovis the war engineer and Beldane the cleric. As well as the illegal wreckers who occupy two villages further to the north of the town in the distance.
"You find out anything at all?" asks the swordmaster Reinholt as he lets the jolly boat gently drift northwards just twenty feet above the ground.
"Nothing about Tam and the others" says the elven princeling who only had a quick look around in the town before coming back to the others.
"But i did about those wreckers" adds the elven master archer, who continues with "Apparently some of them were in town over last couple of days, they've all left now, gone back north to the villages they're based out of".
"How far away are they?" asks Darid aka Zubutai the son of Timagin "Just thirty miles" replies the highly talented elven magic user.
"We could be there later this afternoon or early this evening if the winds are fair" quietly says the once powerful mage, his fellow councillors nod in agreement to that.
Then Mira Reinholt asks the elven masterthief "Who do want to go into town with you?". "Not Dorc" says prince Helbenthril Raendril who then adds "Or Percy".
Then ignoring the "Oi cunt, why the fuck not?" from the ork warleader, and the "I do say, that's not very fair wot" from the knight in the order of Saint Mar-che.
The young elven noble from Laerel says "Dalin, Darid and the goblin Teabagger".
The goblin commander who is surprised to be included, looks at the elven master assassin, who says to him "Plenty of goblins in town, you'll fit right in" followed by "You'll be able to find out things the others won't".
The mage Reinholt nods his hooded head in agreement with that, then says "We'll fly around the town" he then adds "Go out east, before continuing north".
"We'll meet you north of town" says Helbe the elven thief, who then looks at commander Parsen, the spy Tanith along with Teabagger the goblin Cunt, and tells them "Let's get going".
"Don't let Dorc's fucken gob-a-lin get killed" mutters the ork weaponsmith after the four who are going into town, disappear off the jolly boat.
Then after the swordmaster Reinholt has Shur Kee the monk unreef the sail, and the Vexilian mage in exile starts turning the small airboat to starboard as he gains altitude.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world scowls when he spots the other four on the ground in the distance to the north, before they disappear again when the elven magic user teleports them closer to the town.
They walk the last half mile or so into town, approaching it from the southeast on what's clearly a road.
There's no one else on the road, and as they walk in the early morning light, Helbe the elven thief quietly says to the others "Keep your eyes and ears open for anything" followed by "Not just what we're after".
The highly skilled elven magic user glances at Teabagger the goblin Cunt, then in the elven language he says to his fellow councillor Darid Parsen "Take the goblin with you".
"I will" says the cavalry commander, then switching to the common language, Darid aka Zubutai Timaginson asks the elven princeling "Where do you want to meet up?".
"There's a place on the north side of town" says the elven masterthief who then gives a detailed description of the place he wants to meet up at.
The other three all nod, then the young elven noble says "There's a trio of spellcasters in town, i haven't checked them out yet" he continues with "I'll do so now while you three see what you can find out".
The grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel says to the others "Good luck" then he disappears as he blurs himself, then he shifts the last hundred yards or so into town.
While the others keep walking towards it as the sun continues to get higher in the morning sky, on what looks like it's going to be a fine and sunny, though cool day here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
As he lifts the hood of his dark grey cloak onto his head, Dalinvardél Tanith says in the elven language "You two going to be alright?".
"We'll be fine" says councillor Parsen in the same language who then tells the elven spy "Stay out of trouble".
"I will" says Dalin, who then adds "Remember, this is what i do". Then he steps off the clearly marked road, and heads towards a house. He steps into the shade along one side of the house, and all but disappears from sight. Then he goes around the house, and enters the town.
While Darid Parsen and Teabagger the goblin Cunt continue on the road, and as they're approach the town, the cavalry commander quietly says to the small, bright lurid green goblin walking next to him  "Let's see what we can find out".
The commander of the goblin battalion in the armies of Farque nods his head, and the two of them enter the fairly large town, which first thing in the morning is just starting to get busy with the activity of daily life . . . . . .