Aftermath 49.

The Kaldel Plains...

As Sasha the former mercenary calls out "Archers!" followed by "Shoot anyone coming this way who isn't one of us".
Behind her, Pallen the blademaster and Gorlic the former arena fighter who are carrying the unconscious Samiel the mage between them, share a look.
Then Pallen the blademaster after glancing at the knocked out spellcaster, says "Where should we take him?".
Wincing as they hear a roar from somewhere behind them in the village, Gorlic the former arena fighter says "The tavern".
The wrecker who is originally from the city-state of Brattonbury, where he fought in the famous fighting arenas in that city, adds "I've got something that'll hopefully bring him around".
"Healing potion?" asks the dangerous blademaster who is originally from the kingdom of Girdane.
Gorlic nods his head yes, then he grunts in effort, as they haul the unconscious spellcaster from the city-state of Tuledare, around some of the wagons that have been placed between two of the roundhouses.
"Sasha the tavern" says the tall plainsman to his lover the former mercenary, who like him, is originally from the kingdom of Girdane.
Sasha nods her head, and turns for the centre of the village, not that far from the green, to the low, flat building that the illegal wreckers have essentially been using as a tavern ever since they took over this village, here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
On the north side of the village, Arvelle the plainsman watchers the fireball cast by Sara the sorceress, head northwards through the darkness that's starting to slowly lift as it gets closer to dawn.
"Think it'll hit?" asks one of the wreckers on the wagon that the leader of the illegal wreckers is standing next to.
"Maybe" quietly says Arvelle the plainsman as they are able to make out a number of people running this way from the north, it looks like there's just four of them.
Even so, they're heading straight for the north side of the village, even though the fireball is basically heading straight at them.
Up on the roof of the two storey building that their leader Arvelle has been living in.
With the lookouts on the rooftop, Sara the sorceress glances at her twin brother Famic, who says to her "Behind us on the green" he then adds "One of the ships is on fire".
The accomplished sorceress looks away from her fireball, and turns. And from the roof of the two storey building on the northwest corner of the village green.
She sees the largest of the three airships the illegal wreckers are still tearing apart, the wide bodied transporter, is on fire.
Sasha quickly senses, and doesn't sense any spellcasters nearby, just the unconscious Samiel, who must be being carried through the village, as she senses him moving from the east side of the village.
The sorceress, who doesn't really look like her twin brother, slightly frowns as she can't sense Davon the wizard anywhere at all.
Then Sasha slightly nods, as she knows the wizard from the kingdom of Nastell, has a few tricks up his sleeves, so to speak.
"Some more of them must of come in from the southwest" says Sasha the sorceress, her brother Famic nods, then calls down to some of the others down on this side of the village green "Check out that ship that's on fire" he then adds "Kill anyone who isn't one of us".
Then the twins from the kingdom of Nastell, turn back to the north, and continue to watch the fireball cast by the sorceress.
In a roundhouse on the south side of the village, Davon the wizard glances out of a gap between window shutters.
The wizard who is holding his power within himself, can see between a couple of houses just on the otherside of the one he's in, a few other wreckers with bows, hurrying by, heading to the east side of the village.
Davon who felt his alarm spells first go off to the east of the village, and a little while later heard shouting, then roaring coming from that side of the village, after he sensed Samiel the mage fall unconscious.
Then sensed his alarms spells go off to the north of the village, and when he sensed Sara the sorceress casting a fireball in that direction, the wizard decided to hide himself.
As he knew a spellcaster, must be involved with those now attacking the village that the illegal wreckers are living and working in. And not just the mage that Samiel thinks is in this area of the plains.
Davon is fairly certain that there's another spellcaster, far more subtle and skillful compared to a mage who is about.
For even if another mage is around, and they're trying subterfuge, they will eventually revert back to nature, and blow something up no matter how powerful they are. And as of yet, nothing like that has happened.
The wizard who hails from the city-state of Andelka hears someone calling out orders, and nods when he recognises the voice of Sasha the former mercenary.
Davon hurries over to his right, and glances out an open window on the east side of the roundhouse. And the spellcaster turned illegal wrecker, who can see that it's quickly approaching dawn outside.
Sees some of the locals, running from the next house along, heading south out of the village. The wizard reaches for something up his right sleeve, and once it's in his hand, he waits.
Samiel the mage might speak of Davon's skills at casting in a disparaging manner. But even he would admit that the wizard can be quite cunning and use things you wouldn't expect.
He's also a lot smarter than one would think. Not to mention much more cautious than other spellcasters. Willing to wait to see what's actually happening in a situation like this, before deciding to act.
Proof of that is now evident, as he's undetected, still conscious and waiting for a suitable target. While Samiel, the powerful mage from the city-state of Tuledare, is unconscious and out of action.
An arrow slams into the forehead of Dorc da Orc, who grunts as it bounces off his thick forehead. The large ork biffs his throwing axe in the direction it came from. And is rewarded by a frightened yelp of the archer who just shot at him, dive to the nearby rooftop he's standing on.
"Cunts" growls Dorc da Orc who picks up torch stuck into the ground, and he throws the burning brand into an open doorway.
That Teabagger the goblin Cunt who is behind the ork warleader has just thrown another torch into.
The big, burly ork who is from the southern polar region of the world, then says to the small, bright green goblin originally from the kingdom of Melaurn "Come on cunt, this way".
"Yes boss, i mean general" says Teabagger the goblin Cunt, as they head further into the village they've entered.
While on the nearby rooftop, the illegal wrecker who just shot at the general in the armies of Farque, and narrowly avoided getting hit by the axe thrown at him.
Puts another arrow to his bow, and goes to stand up, and as he draws back his weapon to shoot down at the small, bright green goblin hurrying along behind the large ork.
He's struck in the chest by a yard long shaft, that lifts him off his feet, and propels him backwards. Sending him tumbling off the rooftop he's on. To come crashing down on a cart behind the roundhouse he was standing on. He clips the edge of the cart with a resounding crack, then he hits the ground with a thud, already dead from the arrow sticking right through his chest.
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy as he puts another cloth yard shaft to his longbow, glances over his right shoulder, and looks back to the east, and sees that it'll soon be dawn, and the sun will start to rise here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
The elven spy who hails from the principality of Alínlae, faces forward again. And follows after Dorc da Orc and Teabagger the goblin Cunt who are moving further into the village that the illegal wreckers live in, and work from.
To the north of the village, Darid Parsen the cavalry commander gestures to the right as they run towards the village in the darkness of predawn.
The cavalry commander who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque, along with the other three with him. Sir Percavelle Lé Dic, Lisell Maera the messenger and Beldane the cleric.
All head to the right as they get closer to village in the predawn darkness and they easily avoid the fireball that can only travel in a straight line.
The cavalry commander who is really a hordes barbarian from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson who just happens to find himself inhabiting the body of Darid Parsen says "Whenever you want" as he glances back to his right at the fighting cleric from the kingdom of Nastell.
Beldane the cleric nods, and with his magical mace in his right hand as they get closer and closer to the village, the member of the church of Glaine who can't be sensed thanks to a spell that's been cast upon him, casts a spell of his own.
On the village green, behind the transporter that's now on fire around the stern, Mira Reinholt the mage glances around the burning aft section of the large airship that's being stripped apart by the illegal wreckers.
The once powerful mage slightly frowns as he wonders what he's about to see, as he's just sensed Beldane the cleric cast a spell.
The spellcaster who is from the city-state of Vexil is looking towards the northwest corner of the village green, to the two storey house located there.
And in the predawn darkness that's quickly lightening up as the sun will soon rise in the east.
The mage who also happens to be a highly skilled swordmaster, sees a beam of white light shoot down from the sky, and strike the roof of the two storey house.
Hitting some of those on the rooftop, including the sorceress by the name of Sara.
The mage senses that she's got wards up around her and the house. Her personal wards are far stronger, and she barely withstands the beam of white light that hits the rooftop.
Even then, she's knocked off her feet, and goes sliding down the otherside of the peeked roof, and is out of sight.
While two others near her are basically flung off the rooftop, hitting the ground infront of the house, on the village green. While a third goes tumbling down out of sight on the otherside of the roof.
The spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands. Briefly contemplates casting a spell of his own, or to create a mageglobe as he can still sense that the sorceress is still alive.
But that's not part of the plan, as he's supposed to wait until they flush out all the spellcasters amongst the wreckers before he reveals himself.
Besides he hears Tamric Drubine the field commander quietly say "Mira" from away to his right, at a house on the south side of the village green near the stripped down airship infront of the one he's behind.
The highly skilled swordmaster hurries forward, running his left hand along the transporter he's next to, setting more of it on fire.
One of the illegal wreckers who is onboard who was acting as a lookout up one of the masts, screams in pain as he's about to climb overboard, as the rail he grabbed bursts into flames.
The Vexilian mage in exile spots the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin who waves him towards the house, one of the few in the village that isn't a roundhouse.
Mira Reinholt the mage follows Tam inside quietly asking "What is it?".
Shur Kee the monk who is already inside, just points. And the swordmaster who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque. Can't help but grin as he sees the three magetubes in their cradles.
"Well, would you look at that" quietly says the mage Reinholt, who then adds "So this is where they are".
Both Shur Kee the monk and Tamric Drubine the field commander nod as the once powerful mage continues to grin.
Helbe the elven thief looks away to the west side of the village, and the burning airship on the village green.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel knows that his fellow councillor, Mira Reinholt is over there somewhere.
But he's unable to sense the Vexilian mage in exile due to the amulet his fellow spellcaster wears.
The elven magic user who is blurred and shielded concentrates, and though it's near impossible to sense magical items from any distance, he slightly nods his head as he's just able to sense the magical sword that belongs to Tamric Drubine.
The young field commander is in one of the houses on the south side of the village green near where the burning ship is.
The elven masterthief rightly assumes that both Mira Reinholt and Shur Kee the monk are with the nobleborn teenager who hails from the kingdom of Sarcrin.
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel then spots Dorc da Orc and Teabagger the goblin Cunt making their way further into the village from the east side, followed by Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy.
Who prince Helbenthril Raendril can just make out, as he's difficult to see even with his nightvision and his naturally enhanced eyesight.
The elven master assassin who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque after briefly looking away to the east, where the predawn darkness is turning to a murky gloom as the sun is about to rise over the horizon in that direction.
Looks to the north side of the village, and spots Darid Parsen the cavalry commander and those with him. Sir Percavelle Lé Dic, Lisell Maera the messenger, and Beldane the cleric.
Are engaged in combat with some of the illegal wreckers on that side of the village.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel briefly watches them, before he looks at the south side of the village again.
As he does, the elven spellcaster slightly frowns as he's unable to sense the wizard he knows is somewhere there.
Hiding are we? Helbe the elven thief thinks to himself, who then silently adds, we can't have that now can we?
"You there?" murmurs the elven princeling, who then rolls his eyes, and sourly smiles as he gets no response from Narladene the ground pixie who went off to check on something to do with that mage, who is unconscious after trying to read the mind of Dorc da Orc.
Councillor Reinholt who is floating in the air a few hundred feet above the south end of the village waits for Narladene to return.
As he does, he continues to use his senses, both magical and mundane, to try and locate the wizard named Davon. Who is obviously holding his power within himself, to conceal where he is.
Helbenthril Raendril knows the wizard amongst the illegal wreckers will eventually act, and give himself away, he just has to wait until he does so. Or until Narladene returns to tell him where the wizard is hiding.
"Don't you worry, I'll find you" the blurred and shielded elven magic user murmurs to himself as he floats in the air above the village, while to the east the sky lightens up as it's now dawn here in this area of the Kaldel Plains . . . . . .