Aftermath 62.

The Kaldel Plains...

Tamric Drubine stops just before the corner in the hallway when he hears movement from one of the rooms up ahead.
"Some of them must of climbed in through a window" quietly says Tamric Drubine the field commander in barely a whisper.
Right behind him, Mira Reinholt the mage nods his hooded head then quietly says "They'll probably try and check on their loot" followed in a slightly dry tone with "And try and kill us as well".
Then the once powerful mage whispers something to the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, who nods in understanding.
The young field commander in the armies of Farque who has his longsword drawn, moves as silently as possible around the corner.
And sees the door to the room that he heard the movement in, is still closed.
The son and former heir of a previous knight of castle Drubine, a castle found in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin. Is followed around the corner by the mage Reinholt, then Shur Kee the monk.
Tamric Drubine, or Tam as he's more commonly called by the rest of the group takes another couple of steps as quietly as possible.
Then he purposely takes a heavy step, almost a stomp, quickly followed by another, then another, as if he's running.
The door he's got an eye on slams opens. And all hell breaks loose in the hallway.
Two of the illegal wreckers run out into the hallway shouting, and turn towards the young field commander.
They only take a couple of steps, when suddenly the two of them go completely still, stuck on the floor, unable to move.
They might not be able to move their bodies, but they can their heads. So they both scream as they stand there completely still when Tam strikes them down one at a time.
The first one with a swing of the longsword, that takes off that wrecker's head at the neck.
And the second one, when the longsword slams into the front of that wrecker's face, right at the mouth as he screams. Taking off a fair chunk of his head.
"I feel like that damn elf and the way he casts" mutters Mira Reinholt referring to Helbe the elven thief after he freezes the pair of wreckers to the floor, then field commander Drubine cuts them down.
The spellcaster from the city-state of Vexil who also happens to be a highly skilled swordmaster, then quietly tells the young field commander infront of him "Keep heading to the room with the rest of their loot is".
The nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, who is a field commander in the armies of Farque nods, then continues on down the hallway.
Followed by the Vexilian mage in exile, and the short, statured monk who is from beyond the Southlands, from the kingdom of Wah Lee, which is on the far east coast of the continent.
"What was that?" asks Arvelle the plainsman when they hear the shouting, then screaming from further on in the badly damaged, two storey house here on the northwest corner of the village green.
"I'm not sure" replies Garret the wrecker as a couple of the other wreckers with them hurry down the corridor they're in, heading to the end of the house where the shouting and screaming just came from.
The tall plainsman with the shaved head, who leads the illegal wreckers, slightly nods his head. Then opens the door they're standing infront of. Which unfortunately he finds unlocked. Considering he locked it last night before he went to sleep.
Arvelle steps into the room, then suddenly comes to a stop at what he sees. Or to be exact, what he doesn't see.
And after a moment of stunned silence, and as Garret follows him into the room, the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers says in a tone of disbelief "What the fuck?" followed by "Where the fuck is the rest of it?".
As more than half of their remaining wealth has gone, and is no longer in this room.
As the tall plainsman with the shaved head looks around in disbelief. Garret crosses the room, and opens the window shutters.
"Were these locked?" asks Garret who continues with "Because they're not now" as he easily swings open the window shutters with a simple push.
"They were" says Arvelle, who then mutters "Fuck" as he gets an even better look at what's inside the room, or more precisely, what's not in the room, now that the window shuttrer are open, allowing more light in.
The leader of the crew of illegal wreckers sees that all of the smaller chests, including the small casks containing the jewels and clear spell gems are gone. As well as the mid sized strongboxes.
Only eight of the larger ships lockers containing gold and silver are all that remains.
Garret who helped carry the loot in here from the main room after the theft by Mac the dwarf, or so the illegal wreckers believe.
Frowns as he looks to the north out the open window, then he says "They would've had to move what they took with a wagon".
The illegal wrecker, who like so many of the crew, is from the kingdom of Nastell, which isn't all that faraway to the east, continues with "And i don't see any new tracks out there".
"They've got a damn spellcaster with them" says the tall plainsman with a shaved head, who then adds "They could of got it out of here in all sorts of ways".
Garret grunts to that, then he and the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers who have been creating havoc for the last year or so across the Kaldel Plains as they've brought down airship after airship.
Share a look when they hear more shouting and yelling from further in the badly damaged two story house, that Arvelle has been living in ever since he and his wreckers took over this village, and another one just two and a half miles further north.
"Thieving bastards" says the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers, who continues with "I'm going to kill them". And he nods for Garret to follow him out of the room.
"Shit" mutters Tamric Drubine who had to jump back, otherwise he would of taken a sword that was swung wildly at him, to the neck.
The illegal wrecker who did that, is on the hallway floor. Minus his head, which exploded thanks to a spell from Mira Reinholt.
His head exploded backwards into the face of the wrecker who was right behind him. Who for a moment stood there in shock with bits of brain matter and bone splatter over his face.
Until he dropped to the floor after getting kicked in the side of the head by Shur Kee the monk, who moved forward by the once powerful mage, and the young field commander.
The short, statured monk who is an honorary member of the personal council to lord Farque, steps back behind the other two.
When the exiled Vexilian mage quietly says "Tam, I'll lead the way now" followed by "You stay with Shur Kee behind me".
The nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin nods, and steps back to be beside the acolyte in the order of Bru Li.
Infront, the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, steps over the two bodies in the middle of the hallway floor.
And he continues on his way towards the room, where the remainder of the loot belonging to the illegal wreckers is being held.
The mage Reinholt is followed by Tamric Drubine and Shur Kee the monk.
Out in the hallway, Arvelle the plainsman and Garret, are joined by the last two wreckers who entered the badly damaged two storey house with them.
One of whom has just called out to the other four who entered the house, here on the northwest corner of the village green, with them.
He looks at the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers and shakes his head no when he gets no reply from any of the other wreckers.
The tall plainsman with the shaved head slightly grimaces, then grunts. Then with a nod of his head in the direction he wants them to go, Arvelle quietly says to Garret and the other two wreckers "That way" followed by "And be as quiet as possible" he then adds "And careful as well".
The three other wreckers all nod to that, then the two who were already out here in the hallway, start heading down it.
And after the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers shuts the door to the loot room, and locks it.
He and Garret follow after the other two. Hoping to catch those here inside the badly damaged two storey house, here on the northwest corner of the village green.
Who have attacked the village and the illegal wreckers living here. As well as stealing their hard earned loot.
When they get to the end of this hallway, and they're just back from the corner, the two wreckers out infront come to a stop.
And one of them looks back at Arvelle and Garret who stop behind them, and quietly whispers to the two of them "They're in the hallway around the corner" he then adds "Heading this way".
After slightly nodding, the tall plainsman with the shaved head, in a whisper tells the other three "Rush them" followed by "Don't let their spellcaster get a spell off at us".
Then the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers, who for the last year or so, has been living in this particular house, says in a whisper "Remember, try and take one of them alive" Arvelle then silently adds, i want fucking answers!
The two illegal wreckers infront nod, then they share a look. And as they stand there with weapons in hand, one of them whispers "On three" then he whispers "One, two, three".
At three, he and the other wrecker in the front, take off running around the corner. A moment later, they're followed by Arvelle and Garret.
And the four of them rush down the hallway, at the other end of which, stands three individuals.
The most diverse looking trio you'll ever likely to see. One man, about six foot tall, wearing a hooded black cloak.
Behind him, is a fairly young man, around the same height as the first, who is in mix of armour, which includes half plate armour, who has a longsword in hand.
Next to him, is the oddest of the trio standing there towards the end of the hallway. A short man in strange looking white clothing.
Who is wearing an even stranger looking hat, that's conical shaped. That comes down low over his face, almost hiding his eyes.
All three of them just stand there. Watching the four illegal wreckers run at them.
As the four of them rush down the hallway, Arvelle who is running next to Garret. Suddenly finds himself slowing down. And the next moment, he's trailing Garret. Then the next, he's completely stopped. And with the exception of his head, he's unable to move as he's stuck to the floor.
The tall plainsman with the shaved head who leads the crew of illegal wreckers, who are based here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains, screams in anger and frustration as he realises a spell has been cast upon him.
Arvelle looks ahead, and sees one of the wreckers in the front, suddenly lift up off the floor, and slam back first up into the ceiling, before dropping down onto the floor.
The other wrecker in the front goes to attack the figure in the black hooded cloak.
But the young man in the half plate armour with the longsword gets in the way. And with one swing of his sword, cuts down at the wrecker's legs, stopping him where he stands.
And with another swing of the longsword, back up and to the right. He slashes up that wrecker's body, throat then face, dropping him to the floor.
Meanwhile the fellow in the strange looking clothing and the even stranger looking hat has moved forward of the others.
And Arvelle sees Garret go to hit him with his sword. But the illegal wrecker from the kingdom of Nastell staggers backwards after getting kicked in the face as he was swinging his sword.
Then the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers watches as the short fellow in the odd conical shaped hat. Leap up into the air, spinning as he does, with his right leg out stretched as he does so.
His right foot connects with the staggering Garret. Hitting him in the side of the head. Sending him into the hallway wall, which he bounces off, before dropping to the floor.
"Bastards!" shouts Arvelle in anger after seeing what's just happened. "Thieving bastards!" adds the tall plainsman with the shaved head as he's stands there stuck to the floor as he watches the trio walk towards him.
He goes to shout "Stealing bastards!" when the young man in the half plate armour, who has put his longsword back in it's scabbard, punches Arvelle in the face.
"Do it again" says Mira Reinholt the mage as the leader of the crew of illegal wreckers stands there, stuck to the floor with a dazed look on his face.
Tamric Drubine punches the tall plainsman with the shaved head in the face again.
"That did it" says the mage Reinholt as Arvelle the wrecker is knocked out cold, standing upright thanks to a stick spell that the once powerful mage has cast upon him.
"Got him" adds the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, who then drops his spell he has upon the unconscious leader of the illegal wreckers, who then slumps to the floor . . . . . .