Aftermath 76.

The Kaldel Plains...

After glancing over at a rather disoriented looking Arvelle the plainsman.
Mira Reinholt the mage quietly says to lord Farque who has just walked over to him and Helbe the elven thief "He might be fairly useful".
"Oh?" says lord Farque who has just walked back to where the others are standing around where the krean scoutship the El Mariq is moored.
The mage Reinholt and the elven masterthief share a look. Then the two of them explain to the undead warlord what they've found about the illegal wrecker Arvelle. And his connection with the duke of Dalmar in the kingdom of Girdane.
His name is Arvelle Ganard, a plainsman from, appropriately the Kaldel Plains.
An adventurer turned criminal, who more recently was the leader of a crew of illegal wreckers. Who had been bringing down airships across the Kaldel Plains over the last year or so.
Well, that's who he was. And still is, though only on the surface. As he's actually a hordes barbarian from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson. Who happens to be inhabiting the body of Arvelle Ganard the plainsman.
As always when he comes back to life, Zubutai the son of Timagin is feeling more than a little off balance and disoriented.
Even sitting on the ground, he feels like the world is tilting from side to side, with everything brighter than they normally are. He closes his eyes, then quickly opens them. As it feels even worse with his eyes shut.
Arvelle aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman tries to concentrate on the conversation going on nearby. But as always, straight after coming back to life in another body. Noises are slightly muted, and sounds are murky to him.
Though he knows this will pass. Just as the bright colours he's seeing from his tilted vision. Will return to normal soon enough.
So he just sits there, taking calm steady breaths, as he waits for his his senses to calm down and get back to normal.
"Well isn't that interesting" quietly says lord Farque as they speak in the elven language while watching the nearby plainsman sitting on the ground.
The undead warlord who was more than a little annoyed that both Darid Parsen the cavalry commander and Teabagger the goblin Cunt were dead when he showed up.
Quietly says to two of the members of his personal council "We might have to find out how that attempted rebellion is going on in Girdane" the heavily armoured deathlord continues with "See what side is looking to hire".
Both spellcasters nod their hooded heads in agreement, then Helbe the elven thief says "Whatever side it is, we've got an in with the duke of Dalmar to begin with" as they look at the dazed looking plainsman sitting nearby on the ground.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who is also known by the name of Draugadrottin by his people, slightly nods his full helmed head, then quietly says to the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel "Get him onboard and into a cabin".
The lord of the death realm continues with "He's always fucked up after returning to the world of the living" followed by "He needs a bit of time, and some peace and quiet to have things settle down for him".
The highly talented elven magic user nods his hooded head, then says "I will" then the elven master assassin says to his fellow spellcaster, the mage Reinholt "You get to tell him".
"Tell me what?" says the heavily armoured deathlord as he looks at the once powerful mage, whilst the young elven noble makes his way over to Arvelle Ganard, to help him stand up, and to get him onboard the krean scoutship.
The spellcaster from the city-state of Vexil who also happens to be a highly skilled swordmaster, slightly winces, then says to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque "We've got a little bit of a problem".
"Nothing new there" dryly says the undead warlord who is also known by the name of Des'tier by elven kind who might know him.
The spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands, gestures away to where Dorc da Orc is crouching, warily eyeing up Axe the undead wardog.
"It's Dorc" says the Vexilian mage in exile "That's not a little problem, that's a big fucking problem" dryly says the heavily armoured deathlord who then adds "You've known that for the last eighteen years".
The swordmaster Reinholt can't help but chuckle at that, then he says "Well yeah, that's true" the once powerful mage continues with "But the bit of the problem we have now with him, is that he insists on carrying that poor dead goblin around with him everywhere".
Mira Reinholt who always liked the goblin commander Teabagger the goblin Cunt, who he thought was a hell of a lot smarter than the large ork who was his general, then adds "Helbe has cast a spell on the body so it doesn't spoil or corrupt" he briefly pauses before continuing with "But still".
"I get ya" says the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who refrains from sighing, then the large heavily armoured deathlord says "I'll speak to the big idiot about it".
The undead warlord then glances down at the mage Reinholt, and quietly asks him "How have the others been?" followed by "And in others, i mean that cleric".
I was wondering when you were going to get to him, the Vexilian mage in exile thinks to himself, who looks up to the deck of the El Mariq, where the cleric in question, Beldane is with Tamric Drubine and Lisell Maera.
"Fine i suppose" says the spellcaster who was the youngest ever member of the mage council of Vexil "I had him go onboard and below deck with Tam and Lis when the chief navigator took you up into the sky" says Mira Reinholt who then adds "So he didn't see what happen, which might be for the best".
Draugadrottin slightly grunts at that, and does so again, when the highly skilled swordmaster quietly says "He still doesn't know what you are, which also might be for the best".
"He'll have to find out sooner or later" says the undead warlord, who after a slight pause adds "At least that damn mace of his doesn't warn him about me".
The once powerful mage slightly nods his hooded head at that. For he knows that just before they left the kingdom of Nastell. Helbe the elven thief took the cleric's mace and with the help of lord Farque and his family's sword, slightly altered the magical mace that belongs to Beldane.
So that it's no longer erratic as it protects him. Nor will it warn him about lord Farque and the other undead of the lands Farque.
Which would be more than a slight inconvenience as Beldane is now in the armies of Farque.
Lord Farque then tells the exiled Vexilian mage "I'll just go and talk to that big fucking psycho Dorc".
While the lord of the death realm makes his way over to where the ork warleader is crouching, watching Axe the undead wardog run at him. Then stop just a few feet short of him, then take off running in the other direction again.
Up on the flat deck of the krean scoutship the El Mariq, Beldane the cleric says "That's the largest damn dog I've ever seen".
The fighting cleric who briefly saw the same dog in the kingdom of Nastell, infact two of them. Shakes his head at the size of the massive canine down on the ground.
Which has now taken off running across the plains as lord Farque speaks with Dorc da Orc.
"Just keep away from him and you'll be fine" says Tamric Drubine the field commander "And if he does get close, whatever you do, don't touch him" adds Lisell Maera the messenger.
The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine nods his head. As he was given that same warning by prince Helbenthril Raendril back in the kingdom of Nastell. When he briefly met lord Farque, who had two of his wardogs with him at the time.
"And if i did touch him?" asks the powerful cleric who is originally from the duchy of Phelm, which is located in the north of the kingdom of Nastell.
"You don't want to know" dryly says Tamric Drubine, a nobleborn teenager who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
Lisell Maera who is originally from the city-state of Brattonbury nods in agreement with the young field commander.
Then as Helbe the elven thief brings the plainsman Arvelle Ganard onboard, and takes him below.
Shur Kee the monk, Sir Percavelle Lé Dic and Tovis the war engineer come onboard too.
And join the three standing on the starboard side of the flat deck of the El Mariq.
There they look down at lord Farque and Dorc da Orc who are deep in conversation in the ork language, while Mira Reinholt watches on from nearby.
"Wonder what they're talking about?" quietly asks Beldane the cleric who had no idea lord Farque could speak the ork language.
Infact he doesn't know a lot about the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, whose armies he's now part of.
"Whatever it is, it looks like Dorc is arguing about it" says Lisell Mara who is more commonly called Lis by the others in the group.
"That smelly beast was born argumentative" loudly mutters sir Percavelle Lé Dic as he sourly smiles while watching the large ork and the large, heavily armoured warlord deep in conversation down on the ground off the starboard side of the krean scoutship.
"It also looks like he's not happy about it" quietly says the cleric in the church of Glaine referring to the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
As the ork warleader is now shouting and yelling in the ork language, while lord Farque calmly speaks to him.
Then the ork weaponsmith who is worked up about something, growls then roars, and throws a punch at the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Well, he tries to. Because all that happens, is that Dorkindle ends up on the ground, with the heavily armoured deathlord's right steel boot on the chest of the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
Lord Farque calls out to the wardog Axe. And as Dorc da Orc struggles on the ground beneath the boot of Draugadrottin. The lord of the death realm quietly says something to Mira Reinholt.
Then the undead warlord takes his boot off the big, burly ork who is from the from the frozen bottom of the world.
And as the lord and ruler of the lands Farque moves away, making his way to where the cloak wrapped body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt is lying.
Dorc da Orc goes to get up, until he suddenly freezes as Axe the undead wardog clamps his jaws down on the right boot of the warleader of the ork race.
And as lord Farque picks up the dead body of the goblin commander, and heads out across the plains, away from the krean scoutship the El Mariq.
The undead wardog Axe follows him, dragging Dorkindle along beside him. With the large ork's right foot and boot firmly between the jaws of the massive animal.
And as ork weaponsmith screams and shouts in a mix of both the ork and common languages, and also does a lot of pleading to both the undead warlord and his wardog. Who both ignore him as Axe drags him along the ground with ease.
Mira Reinholt the mage looks up at those on the flat deck of the krean scoutship and says to them "Right you lot, come along".
The once powerful mage gestures to lord Farque and Axe, and the large ork being dragged along by the undead wardog, and adds "That way".
A grinning sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who is finding it an absolute pleasure to see Dorc da Orc being dragged along the ground, shouting and yelling in protest in both the ork and common languages.
Is the first one off the El Mariq, and follows behind the mage Reinholt who is heading out across the plains, after the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, the undead wardog, and the ork warleader.
A short while later, about a thousand yards from the krean scoutship, to the east of it.
Dorc da Orc who is sitting on the ground, glaring at Axe who is sitting nearby, tongue lolling in what looks suspiciously like laughter.
Says in a mutter to lord Farque who is standing to one side "Got no fucken shovel".
"Use your hands then" says the heavily armoured deathlord, who continues with "Hurry up before the others get here". The large ork scowls then mutters "Me not using me hands".
"Yes you are" says the undead warlord, who then adds "Now dig".
"Don't know why me have to fucken have to do it" mutters Dorkindle.
"You know exactly why" says Draugadrottin, who after slightly pausing, continues in a cold tone of voice with "You wouldn't have to, if you hadn't got the goblin commander killed" followed by "Now dig you fat fuck".
Dorkindle who was just about to say something, shuts his mouth, and scowls instead.
Then after a few moments, the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, starts digging up the ground with his bare hands.
The warleader of the ork race growls to himself as he digs away at the ground, flinging dirt up as he goes deeper and deeper.
Eventually ending up with a roughly rectangular shaped hole about five and half foot long, a few feet wide and about four feet deep.
The others have all arrived when he finishes digging. They're also joined by a number of the El Mariq's crew, including the chief navigator, the ship's captain along with the air marine captain.
And finally Helbe the elven thief, who made sure Arvelle Ganard is settled in a cabin below deck on the krean scoutship.
As the others watch on, lord Farque says something to Dorc da Orc. And the ork weaponsmith reluctantly makes his way over to the undead warlord. Where he carefully takes the cloak wrapped body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt from him.
Then the large ork walks over to the grave he's just dug, and carefully places the dead goblin commander into the ground.
"Silly fucken gob-a-lin" mutters Dorkindle with a catch in his voice as he stands there looking down at Teabagger in the grave.
Then the ork warleader looks over at lord Farque who tells him "Say a few words for the dead".
The big, burly ork grunts, then after a moment, and switching to the common language, Dorc da Orc says in a loud, clear voice "Krom walk beside this gob-a-lin named Teabagger, Krom be with him" followed "Wolf run with him" as he recites a prayer of the orks of his tribe.
It's short and to the point, and the large ork though satisfied with it. Knows something else should be said for the small, bright green goblin who was the commander of the battalion of goblins in the armies of Farque.
Dorc da Orc looks over at lord Farque again, and mutters something in the ork language.
The heavily armoured deathlord turns to the others and says "Beldane say a few words for the departed".
"Yes my lord" says Beldane the cleric who makes his way to the side of the grave where the ork warleader is standing, and proceeds to give the prayer for the dead in the funeral service conducted in the church of Glaine.
Once the fighting cleric has completed the lengthy prayer and steps back to join the others.
Lord Farque lifts his right arm up, and makes a fist, then says in a loud voice "One of us!"
"One of us!" repeat the members of the krean crew, who as Farqian's, know the death rites of their lands.
"One of mine" quietly adds the the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
After a moment, the krean turn and start walking back to the El Mariq. That's the signal for the others to leave and head back to the krean scoutship. Until only lord Farque, Axe the undead wardog, and Dorc da Orc remain at the grave site.
The undead warlord and the massive animal watch on as the large ork slowly fills in the grave of Teabagger the goblin Cunt.

Here ends "Aftermath". The main storyline will continue in "A Grand Design".