Aftermath 44.

The Kaldel Plains...

"That's definitely a village ahead in the distance" says Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy.
"Sit down Dorc" says Mira Reinholt the mage when the large ork goes to stand up to look away to the north to try and see the village in question.
The ork warleader grunts and remains sitting on the bench in the middle of the jolly boat.
The once powerful mage who is originally from the city-state of Vexil then asks the elven spy who hails from the principality of Alínlae "How far do you think?".
"About six or seven miles" is the reply from the spy Tanith, he continues with "There's a large patch of those trees about a mile and half south of there" he then adds "The village is definitely beyond that".
The Vexilian mage in exile who is at the tiller of the airboat nods his hooded head, then he looks away to the west, where the sun is dropping down towards the horizon on what's been a cool day here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
"It'll be sunset soon" says the mage Reinholt in the elven language to Darid Parsen the cavalry commander who is beside him.
"We'll definitely get there this evening" adds the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster.
"Might want to work on a plan instead of flying right into the place" says Darid Parsen the cavalry commander, who continues on with "After all they've got a mage with them" he then says in a wry tone as he looks sideways at his fellow council member "And we all know how they can be".
Mira Reinholt sourly smiles, then says "I wonder if the royal thief has gone in there yet?". The swordmaster Reinholt doubts it, as Helbe the elven thief said he'd only scout a few miles out infront of the small vessel since they're so close to where they're heading.
"Can you sense anything?" asks the cavalry commander who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson who just happens find himself inhabiting the body of Darid Parsen. Who is a former foot soldier in the army of lady Linara Lé Dic, who rules her family's fief in the kingdom of Druvic.
"Nothing" says the mage who is in exile from his homeland of Vexil, who shakes his head no when Darid aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman says "That mage?" and does so again when the cavalry commander adds "Or Beldane?".
"I can only sense to a little over a third of a mile away" says the swordmaster who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
"One of the joys of not having all that much power" dryly adds the spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation, to be found anywhere in the Southlands.
The mage Reinholt who can't be sensed himself due to an amulet he wears around his neck, says to his fellow council member "There's no other spellcasters within half a mile away, i do know that".
"Apart from me" says Helbe the elven thief who suddenly appears beside his fellow spellcaster in the stern of the small air vessel, which is a jolly boat from the destroyer they were traveling on, until that particular warship met an untimely demise when it was knocked out of the night sky by the mage who is part of the illegal wreckers who have been bringing down airship across the Kaldel Plains over the last year or so.
"How far did you go?" asks Mira Reinholt, who then adds "Get to those trees in the distance?".
"Just short of there" says the young elven noble who is from the island principality of Laerel, an island that lies off the coast of the Southlands, opposite the southern kingdom of Melaurn and the south coast of the lands Farque.
"I didn't sense anyone" says the elven magic user, who continues on with "Though that doesn't mean no one's about" he then adds "And besides, that village is still too far out of my range to sense anyone" he then adds "That mage, and any other spellcasters they have could very well be at that village at this moment".
Councillor Reinholt nods his hooded head in agreement, then he says "We should be cautious" the once powerful mage as he pushes down on the tiller so that the airboat drops in altitude then adds "And come up with some kind of plan".
Both of his fellow council members nods in agreement, then as the swordmaster Reinholt says in a slightly dry tone "Instead of blundering into things like we usually do".
Teabagger the goblin Cunt who has stood up on the bench he and his ork general have been sitting on, says "Boss what's that?" as he looks away to the north.
The small, bright lurid green goblin who commands the battalion of goblins in the armies of Farque, then adds "It looks like a little light".
As Dorc da Orc says "What you fucken talkin' 'bout cunt?" and Mira Reinholt yells "Sit down Dorc!" as the large ork goes to stand up again.
Dalinvardél Tanith who is in the bow next to sir Percavelle Lé Dic, says "It does look like a little light". The elven spy who once served in one of the more prominent noble houses in his homeland of Alínlae, who has a hand raised to shade his eyes, as the sun rapidly sets in the west and dusk takes over, says "It looks like one of those".
Dalinvardél Tanith who is more commonly referred to as Dalin by the others, pauses for a moment or two as he continues to look to the north, the direction they're heading, then he shouts "Mageglobe!" as he recognises what he sees rapidly approaching from the north.
The two spellcasters, both sense. And though the Vexilian mage in exile can't sense it as it's too far away for him to do so. The elven magic user senses it, and mutters "Fuck" in the royal elven language.
"Ward" quickly says the young elven noble who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel.
The mage Reinholt slightly nods, and though his fellow spellcaster and council member slams up the most powerful barrier and protection spells he knows around the jolly boat.
The Vexilian mage in exile does something else straight away, quicker than any ward spell that can be cast. He creates a mageglobe of his own, which takes off out of his right hand. Heading directly towards the incoming mageglobe from the north. 
Once it's taken off, does the spellcaster who is also a swordmaster, puts up wards of his own. Hoping that they, and the ones prince Helbenthril Raendril has up, will protect them and the jolly boat.
Mira Reinholt rather doubts it, as the mageglobe the illegal wrecker used to bring down their warship, easily went through the ship's wards.
The once powerful mage knows that their best bet lies with his own mageglobe. Which he hopes will at least blunt the attack of the living piece of magic that's rapidly coming towards the airboat in the fading light at the end of this cool day, here in this part of the Kaldel Plains.
The two mageglobes shoot by one another in midair. By the simple act of the one coming from the north, dipping down beneath the one created by councillor Reinholt.
The living piece of magic created by the Vexilian mage in exile doesn't give up so easily. It stops in midair, and spins around, and heads back the way it came from. In pursuit of the other mageglobe.
And though Mira Reinholt no longer has the all out destructive and devastating power he had when he was in his early twenties.
He is still a mage of immense ability, and more importantly, experience. As a man in his mid thirties, he's been casting spells and creating mageglobes since he was child of seven.
And in the Southlands, there is probably no other mage in the last twenty five years who has created as many mageglobes as Mira Reinholt.
For whenever a mage creates one of the living pieces of magic that only they can create. They infuse it with knowledge that they've accumulated to help the mageglobe complete it's task.
And the spellcaster from the city-state of Vexil who has given this particular mageglobe the fairly basic task of stopping this other mageglobe.
Has infused it with the knowledge of speed. That being the most essential part of it's makeup.
The mage Reinholt knows he can't compete with the other mage when it comes to power. But he can compete when it comes to speed.
For the once powerful mage who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque. Knows the other mage infused his living piece of magic to move at pace. He won't of given it all out speed. For he's a mage, and the first thing a mage, any mage does, is give his mageglobe destructive power. No matter what their task is.
And if this mageglobe is similar to the one that brought down the Farqian destroyer last week. Then it will be power that's first and foremost what it's made up of.
Not so for Mira Reinholt's living piece of magic. He knows he's outmatched when it comes to power. So it's outright speed he's put first when he's created his mageglobe. Experience, and the loss of his vast amount of powers, has taught him that speed is more important for his mageglobes.
And it's proven, when his living piece of magic, which has had to stop, and fly back the way it's come from. Rapidly gains on the other mageglobe, quickly approaching it from behind.
Now in the fading light of dusk, all of those onboard the jolly boat can see the two small lights, one red and one blue, both the size of a small apple.
Quickly approaching the small airboat they're flying in.
The blue mageglobe is steadily approaching the red one that's infront. And Dalinvardél Tanith who is in the bow, cringes while next to him, sir Percavelle Lé Dic ducks down.
As the two mageglobes, get within just thirty feet of the prow of the jolly boat, when the mageglobe created by Mira Reinholt, gets within touching distance of the other living piece of magic, and ends it's existence with an explosion.
And though that explosion isn't particularly large, it is large enough, and violent enough to cause the other mageglobe to come to the end of it's own life prematurely.
The red mageglobe explodes, violently and with a lot of force. So much so, that the wards put up by Helbe the elven thief, are shredded apart.
And the wards hastily put up by Mira Reinholt within them, are almost destroyed too. With his protection spell being wiped out. And his barrier spell only barely staying up.
If that red mageglobe had hit their wards head on and exploded. They and the small airboat would of been destroyed instantly.
But thanks to the speed of the living piece of magic created by the once powerful mage from the city-state of Vexil. The jolly boat is still in one piece. Kind of.
The red mageglobe might not of hit them head on, and destroyed them. The explosion it created when it prematurely came to the end of it's life. Was enough to send the small flying vessel into a flat spin.
Whipping it violently about, dropping it down in altitude even quicker than it was originally going.
It spins so fast, that Teabagger the goblin Cunt is thrown sideways, and the only reason he isn't flung overbroad, is because he bounces off the barrier spell cast by the mage Reinholt, that's the only ward that's still intact.
Same goes for Darid Parsen the cavalry commander, who is knocked backwards, and would of gone over the stern if it wasn't for the barrier spell that's still up.
As Helbe the elven thief grabs his fellow councillor, commander Parsen. The third councillor onboard, pulls up on the tiller, trying to halt the jolly boat from falling out of the sky as it continues to flat spin uncontrollably.
Mira Reinholt yanks up on the tiller, and it breaks off in his hands.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril turns to his fellow spellcaster, and finds him standing there holding half the tiller, with a sour looking expression on his face.
"Fuck" mutters the elven magic user "Abandon ship?" adds the elven master assassin "Abandon ship" says the Vexilian mage in exile as the small vessel flat spins wildly out of control. "Dorc!" shouts Mira Reinholt, who then adds "Jump overboard!" followed by "Abandon ship!".
The ork warleader doesn't have to be told twice, he grabs Teabagger, and basically rolls over the port side, cackling with laughter as he falls out of the sky, holding tightly onto the small, bright green goblin.
The two of them don't freefall for very long. The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world grunts when his sudden decent slows down and the levitation spell on him cast by the mage Reinholt takes effect.
"I've got Shur Kee, Dalin and Percy" says Helbe the elven thief, who shifts forward, reappears next to Shur Kee the monk. The two of them disappear, then an instant later they reappear in the bow next to Dalinvardél Tanith and sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
And as the small airboat continues to wildly flat spin, the four of them vanish as the elven magic user teleports them off the jolly boat.
Mira Reinholt takes hold of the left arm of his fellow councillor Darid Parsen, looks overboard then the two of them disappear into the fading light of dusk as the once powerful mage teleports them away.
When they disappear, the mast of the jolly boat snaps off, and it goes flying overboard. Ripping the lines out, taking the fittings and bits of both gunwales with it.
The small airboat starts tumbling, rolling over and over as it plummets out of the sky. And just a few moments later it slams into the ground. Shattering apart, sending wood flying in all directions.
Fifty yards away from where the jolly boat impacts with the ground. Darid Parsen the cavalry commander looks away to his right, and spots prince Helbenthril Raendril, along with Shur Kee the monk, Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy and sir Percavelle Lé Dic walking this way.
Standing next to commander Parsen, his fellow councillor, Mira Reinholt the mage, who has just drained some power from a spell gem in a hidden pocket of his cloak.
Is looking up into the sky where Dorc da Orc, who is holding onto Teabagger the goblin Cunt, is descending towards the ground.
In just a few moments, the large ork who is grinning from ear to ear, touches down onto the ground next to the once powerful mage who has levitated him to the ground.
"Fucken sweet" says Dorc da Orc once he's firmly on the ground, then after setting the wide eyed Teabagger down, the ork warleader adds "Fucken sucks about the boat, me liked that little cunt" . . . . . .