Aftermath 66.

The Kaldel Plains...

Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy winces as he climbs up onto the roof of the one the roundhouses close to the clearing in the middle of the large village.
The elven spy originally from the principality of Alínlae winces because of the eaves creaking beneath him as climbs up onto the roof.
Dalinvardél Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, breathes a sigh of relief.
Then he gets up into a crouch, and looks back down below him. Where sir Percavelle Lé Dic is standing.
The elven spy who once served in one of the more prominent noble houses in his homeland of Alínlae, who is now an officer in the scouts division of the armies of Farque.
Nods his hooded head to the heavily armoured knight who has remained down on the ground.
The former paladin who is a member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che, nods his full helmed head as he looks up at the elven spy above him.
Then the nobleborn knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic, where he was once the earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief.
Moves as quietly as he can away to his left. Holding his large footman's shield out infront of him.
Up on the roof of the roundhouse, Dalin winces again. For to him, it sounds like the former knight of the first class is making the loudest racket possible as he moves slowly around the house.
Though the elven spy knows to another human, the former earl will be hard to hear as he moves as quietly as possible.
The spy Tanith gets up, and keeping low, he makes less noise than a cat, as he moves across the roof he's on.
The elf originally from the principality of Alínlae is listening carefully, not just to sir Percavelle Lé Dic who is moving around the side of the roundhouse.
But also to the other person who is making their way as quietly as they can, from the otherside of the roundhouse.
They're not moving quietly enough for the keen eared elven spy, who with his naturally enhanced hearing, can easily hear them.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic moves as quietly as he can. Placing one foot carefully down, followed by the other. Trying not to make a sound with his steel boots.
The large, heavily armoured knight who isn't usually this cautious, for the simple reason stealth isn't his forte.
Who is usually fairly noisy as he moves. More by opening his big mouth, and talking in his usual boisterous manner.
For once, is keeping his mouth shut, and staying silent as slowly moves around one side of this particular roundhouse, not all that far from the clearing in the middle of the large village that they've attacked this fine, but cold morning, here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
The former earl of Lé Dic who is holding the shield of Saint Mar-che out infront of him.
Is also clutching the sword of knockdown in his right gauntleted hand.
For sir Percavelle or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group. Has a pretty fair idea what's going to happen to him as he slowly makes his way around the house he's close to.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic is the bait. Something he's not all together pleased about.
But even so, he's willing to do it. And because he's the bait, the former knight of the first class is also holding his magical sword along with his magical shield.
For you never know, you just might have the opportunity to use the weapon. When you least expect to. Even though Percy knows he's more than likely about to get whacked, and get whacked fairly hard.
As he slowly makes his way around one of the roundhouses not that far from the clearing in the middle of the large village, he and the other illegal wreckers have been living in for the last year or so.
Davon the wizard briefly pauses as he thinks he hears something. The spellcaster who hails from the city-state of Andelka who is holding his power within himself.
Listens carefully, then not hearing anything else, he continues on his way, wondering where that knight could be.
The wizard in the dark robes, who joined the crew of illegal wreckers about a year and half ago, after traveling to the Kaldel Plains from his homeland of Andelka.
Is holding his robes up as he walks as quietly as possible, putting one foot infront of the other as he tries to be as silent as possible.
The Andelkan wizard, who still doesn't know how both one of his spells, and a spell gem he used, rebounded and hit him when he attacked the large, heavily armoured knight.
Is more than a little cautious as he heads around this roundhouse. He's also ready to stop holding his power within himself in an instant, and slam up some wards around him if he gets into trouble.
And with what's happened to him so far this morning as the village has been attacked. Davon is expecting to run into trouble again.
The spellcaster from the city-state of Andelka briefly pauses again, and listens carefully once more. Then after a few moments as he doesn't hear anything, the illegal wrecker continues on his way around the roundhouse.
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy briefly stands up, then quickly drops back down into a crouch.
The elf who hails from the principality of Alínlae slightly nods to himself, then after taking a couple more silent steps forward as he continues to keep low.
The spy Tanith prepares to act, as he listens to the pair on the ground, making their way around the roundhouse he's on the roof of.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic briefly pauses after taking a step away from the roundhouse, and looking up to the roof.
He's unable to see the elven spy, and wonders if Dalin is ready, and prepared to act on what's about to happen.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic sure hopes so. Because as he steps back closer to the roundhouse, and continues on his way around it.
The former paladin in the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che has got a feeling something is about to happen.
The large, heavily armoured knight who is the former earl of Lé Dic, his family's fief that's located in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
Briefly stops and listens carefully, sir Percavelle Lé Dic slightly nods his full helmed head when he's sure he hears something around on the otherside of the roundhouse.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic has a grin upon his face behind the visor of his full helm. As he's now certain that someone is approaching him from the otherside of the roundhouse he's making his way around.
The large, heavily armoured knight purposefully taps the edge of his shield against the side of the roundhouse as he continues around it.
Davon the wizard comes to an immediate stop when he hears something clank against the house he's circling around.
The spellcaster originally from the city-state of Andelka stops holding his power within himself, and puts up wards around himself.
Then he continues on his way, with a spell in his mind, that he's about to cast as he clearly hears the clank again, against the side of the roundhouse, that isn't all that faraway from the clearing in the middle of village.
Further west in the village, heading toward the village green. Samiel the mage, who has finally got his wits about him.
Hurries between a pair of houses, and looks northwards, hoping to spot the group of four he briefly caught sight of just a short time ago.
The powerful spellcaster originally from the city-state of Tuledare, where he worked for the airdock authority, before taking up a life of crime.
Is still holding his power within himself as he continues through the village, searching for the other mage that he knows is somewhere in the vicinity.
Samiel, who was in the midst of a fairly large explosion back near clearing in the middle of the village.
Hurries behind a house, and watches a small group of his fellow wreckers, who don't spot him. Heading more or less back in the same direction he's just come from. Though they're heading towards the north side of the large village they took over a little more than a year ago.
The powerful mage, the most powerful of the spellcasters in the crew of illegal wreckers, continues on his way. Hurrying westwards towards the village green.
Samiel who hopes to catch sight of those four he saw a short time ago, who he didn't recognise. Is convinced one of them is the other mage who attacked him.
The Tuledarian mage who hurries around a roundhouse, who has noticed the smell of smoke since heading this way through the village.
Then sees smoke, thick black clouds of it coming from the direction of the village green.
The powerful spellcaster slightly nods his head as he figures one or more of the stripped down airships on the village green must be on fire.
Then he stops behind a house, when he looks away to the north, and in the distance, he spots the four he saw earlier.
Samiel ducks down behind the house, then peeks around the roundhouse, and looks away to the north.
He sees that the four in the distance, a large man in heavy half plate armour. A lean, attractive looking young woman. A solid looking fellow, wearing a heavy leather apron, similar to what a blacksmith wears.
And another fellow, in leather armour. Who has a cloth wrapped around his neck and throat. Who like the other three with him, is wearing a black cloak.
Samiel the mage frowns as he wonders which one is the mage like himself. And also wonders if he should attack all of them at once. Or the one he thinks is a mage.
Then as he watches them, as they stand there looking off towards the nearby village green.
The powerful spellcaster from the city-state of Tuledare, by way of elimination. And pure logic due to experience. He picks the one who he thinks is most likely a mage.
And decides to concentrate on that particular stranger, who is here in the village with three others, on what's a fine and sunny, though cold morning here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
They go out of sight around the roundhouse they've been standing next to.
And the mage from the city-state of Tuledare makes his way from the roundhouse he's been crouching behind. And heads north through the village, heading in their direction.
As he does, Samiel prepares to stop holding his power within himself, and gets ready to wield his magic.
Back towards the middle of the large village that the crew of illegal wreckers have lived in for the last year or so. Near where the clearing is.
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy goes down to one knee on the roof he's on.
As he does, the spy originally from the elven principality of Alínlae, listens carefully to the two people on the ground. Approaching one another from opposite sides of the roundhouse.
The spy Tanith who is ready to act, waits as the pair on the ground, slowly get closer and closer to one another.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic after slowly taking a few more steps forward as he circles the roundhouse. Comes to a stop after he taps the shield of Saint Mar-che against the side of the house for a third time.
The nobleborn knight who is from the kingdom of Druvic, once again grins behind the faceplate of his full helm as he clearly hears someone approaching him from around the side of the roundhouse.
The former paladin in the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che, holding his shield out infront of him. Braces himself as he prepares for what's about to happen.
Then the large, heavily armoured knight who is the former earl of Lé Dic, takes another step forward.
Davon the wizard as he slowly walks around the house he's beside. Who is now certain that someone is slowly walking around the roundhouse towards him.
Hears the slight clank against the side of the house for a third time. The spellcaster who is pretty sure it's a weapon or a piece of armour grazing the side of the house.
Briefly stops as he readies to cast a spell. Then the wizard who hails from the city-state of Andelka, moves forward again.
They both take a step forward, and the next moment they see one another. Sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, thrusts his large shield forward. As he does, Davon the wizard casts the spell he had ready in his mind.
The next moment, the former knight of the first class goes flying backwards in the direction he came from, which he was expecting.
An instant after that, the Andelkan wizard goes flying backwards too. As his blast spell rebounds off the shield of Saint Mar-che.
Percy hits the ground about thirty feet from where he was standing, and groans.
A moment later, and Davon hits the ground about thirty feet from where he was standing, now on the opposite side of the roundhouse from the large, heavily armoured knight.
The spellcaster who is an illegal wrecker, would of gone flying backwards a hell of a lot further than that if it wasn't for his wards, which have been shattered and torn apart.
The wizard of the city-state of Andelka who had a feeling the possibility of something like this would happen.
Didn't make his blast spell as powerful as he did the last time in the clearing in the middle of the village.
So after he hits the ground, even though he's sore and battered. He hasn't been knocked senseless like what happened before.
Davon the wizard groans, but is able to sit up, as he does, and he's about to gasp the word shit as the wind has been knocked out of him.
He's slammed backwards into the ground with a yard long arrow in the middle of his chest.
An instant later a second arrow slams into his throat and up into his head. If he wasn't dead from the first cloth yard shaft that hit him. He definitely is from the second one.
Dalinvardél Tanith watches the illegal wrecker in the robes he's just shot for a few moments.
Then satisfied that the wizard is dead. The elven spy from the principality of Alínlae stands upright, and shoulders his longbow.
Then after one more look at the dead wizard, the spy Tanith turns and looks to where sir Percavelle Lé Dic is.
The elven spy walks across the roof, then lowers himself down off the roundhouse. Once he's on the ground, he hurries over to where the former earl of Lé Dic is struggling to sit up.
"He's dead" says Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy to the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic.
"Good riddance" gasps sir Percavelle Lé Dic who has had the wind knocked out of him again as sits up with the help of the spy Tanith, on what so far has been an eventful morning here in the large village in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains . . . . . .