Winter. Gildin Dale. The Lands Farque. The Southlands.
Shur Kee the monk has spent the afternoon training with one of the groups of recruits in the town hall of Gildin Dale, taken them for a lesson in unarmed combat.
He's walking back to the house he's living in with sir Percavellé Lé Dic, when he sees Tamric Drubine the field commander walking in the same direction.
The nobleborn teenager who has just been out on the training grounds with another of the groups, waves out to the short, statured monk.
Who makes his way over to the senior officer in the armies of Farque, who is in command of the training here in Gildin Dale this winter.
"Oh what is it?" asks Shur Kee the monk in response to Tamric Drubine the field commander telling him "Saanea says that something's happened with the group who are just coming back in from the east trail".
The nobleborn teenager who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin says "Nothing to do with the recruits" followed by "Something to do with Dorc, she said he looks more angrier than usual".
Shur Kee, who is an honorary member of the personal council to lord Farque. Rolls his eyes when he hears that.
While Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Just shakes his head, and wonders if it's got anything to do with the undead wardog Axe. Who sir Percavellé Lé Dic convinced yesterday morning to leave town, and go and retrieve his sword of knockdown which Dorc da Orc stole from him.
Probably, field commander Drubine dryly thinks to himself, as he and the acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li head through town.
As they make their way to the east side of Gildin Dale, the short, statured monk who is a physical adept, quietly asks "Will friend Dorc actually come into town?".
As they all know, that the large ork has been avoiding coming into town this week, ever since he took the sword of knockdown from his bitter rival, sir Percavellé Lé Dic.
"Well, we're about to find out" says the son and former heir of a previous knight of castle Drubine, a castle found in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
As they get to the east side of town, and look down towards the bridge that crosses the river.
As all the fishing skiffs are on this side of the river. Indicating that the returning recruits will cross the bridge to get into town.
The two of them, the monk who is in his mid thirties, wearing a white woolen cloak, and his odd, conical shaped hat.
And the eighteen year old teenager, who wears the black cloak of the Farqian army over his leather armour.
Make their way down towards the bridge along the river bank.
And a little while later, as it's now late afternoon, the first of the group of recruits who left town yesterday morning, and headed out on the east trail.
Comes into view on the forest road across the river, then crosses the bridge to town.
Field commander Drubine nods in greeting to the recruit Maselle after she crosses the bridge.
And tells her to wait in the house she shares with the rest of her group, as he would like to hear what happened while they were on the east trail.
As the teenage recruits, one by one start to come across the bridge and make their way back into town.
Shur Kee the monk looks around, and spots sir Percavellé Lé Dic. The heavily armoured knight is wandering along the river bank, heading in this direction. Watching the forest road across the river.
The physical adept figures no doubt that the nobleman originally from the kingdom of Druvic is waiting to see if his bitter rival is coming into town too.
After Garmon and Lamis, the eight and ninth of the group of ten recruits come across the bridge in fairly quick succession.
It's a little while before the last of the group of teenage recruits comes into view on the forest road across the river, then cross the bridge.
Shur Kee and Tam see it's Hamblin. And though each of the groups of recruits don't officially have a leader.
They do sort themselves out early on in their training, and one of them ends up making a lot of the decisions for them. Ending up being their unofficial leader.
And in the instance of this group that's just returned to Gildin Dale. It's the teenager from the farming village of Polsten, Hamblin who leads them.
The nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin stops the thirteen year old recruit from Polsten when he crosses the bridge.
"Anything unusual happen while you were out on the east trail Hamblin?" asks the senior officer in the armies of Farque.
"The wardog Axe joined us last night field commander" replies Hamblin the teenage recruit, who after a brief pause, tells Tam and Shur Kee what happened this morning between Axe and general Dorc.
Both the young field commander and the physical adept blink in surprise as they listen to Hamblin.
Then Tamric Drubine bites the inside of his left cheek to stop himself from grinning and laughing.
While the short, statured monk just shakes his head. And wonders what this turn of events will lead to.
After the young field commander tells Hamblin to join the rest of his group who have just returned to town.
The physical adept who is originally from beyond the Southlands, from the far east coast of the continent, where his homeland, the kingdom of Wah Lee is located.
And the nobleborn teen who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin turn.
As sir Percavellé Lé Dic walks up behind them saying "What was that, the young chap was saying?" followed by "I didn't quite hear, wot".
"Ahhh" murmurs Tam Drubine, while Shur Kee remains silent on the matter, as he doesn't know how to explain what the recruit Hamblin just told him and the young field commander.
Then the three of them look across the bridge to the forest road, as they first hear, a rather irate sounding Dorc da Orc, then see the large ork come into view.
The ork warleader who is swearing in a mix of his native language, and the common language.
Stops on the forest road, when he sees who is on the otherside of the bridge, on the town side of the river.
Then with a snarl of rage, the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
Who momentarily thinks about turning around, and heading back in the direction he's just come from.
Continues on his way, and makes his way onto the bridge, to cross to the town of Gildin Dale.
As he does, on the town side of the bridge, sir Percavellé Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Slaps a gauntleted hand on the hilt of his longsword, and loudly mutters "That disgusting green demon and i shall have a reckoning once and for all, for stealing what is rightfully mine".
"Percy behave yourself" quietly says Tamric Drubine, who is glad that Shur Kee is with him at the moment.
Because both the nobleborn knight and the ork general might not obey his orders.
They are more than a little cautious around the short statured monk, the most enigmatic member of the group.
The honorary member of lord Farque's personal council looks closely at Dorc da Orc as he crosses the bridge.
Then the physical adept has a quirk of his lips, to refrain from grinning. As he sees that what the teenage recruit Hamblin explained, did indeed happen.
The look of anger and disgust on the broad, green, brutish looking face of the ork weaponsmith confirms it too.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world clinches and unclinches his hands as he crosses the bridge, glaring at his bitter rival who he sees standing with Shur Kee the monk, and Tamric Drubine the field commander.
As the warleader of the ork race approaches across the bridge. The former paladin, sir Percavellé looks closely at him.
Then when the general in the armies of Farque crosses the bridge, and comes to a stop a few yards from the three waiting for him.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic looks closely at his bitter rival.
At the ork weaponsmith's wide belt, where he usually wears the sword of knockdown when he has it. And finds that it's not there at the moment.
"Where's my sword you filthy cretin?" demands the heavily armoured knight who is a member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che.
Then it dawns upon the Percy, as he realises why the large ork doesn't have the magical weapon.
"Thou does not have it!" exclaims the former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
"He took it from you" says sir Percavellé Lé Dic in triumph as he looks at his bitter rival the ork general.
For his part, Dorc da Orc just stands there glaring at the nobleborn knight who he's had a rivalry with for nearly fifteen years.
Then as the former paladin stands there gloating at him, the big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, starts to slowly grin.
A frown appears upon his face, and sir Percavellé Lé Dic says to the ork weaponsmith "What cause is there for you to smile, beast?".
"Ha!" says a grinning Dorc da Orc.
"Ha what?" mutters the heavily armoured knight in confusion.
"You will fucken find out" says the large ork with a chuckle.
"Ya fuckhead knight" adds the ork warleader with a chortle.
Who after looking back across the bridge to the otherside of the river.
Snorts, then chortles again, before he moves away a bit from the others. And comes to a stop, and waits as he continues to grin as looks at the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic.
Shur Kee the monk and Tamric Drubine the field commander share a look, as sir Percavellé Lé Dic mutters to them "What is that giant green ape up to?" followed by a muttered "Wot".
Then when the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks looks across the bridge again.
The monk, the field commander, and the knight look across it too. And spot the undead wardog Axe on the forest road, approaching the river bridge to Gildin Dale.
The massive canine isn't moving particular fast. He's moving at a walk, stopping once and a while to sniff, or look at something that takes his interest.
Then when he sees those who are waiting over on the town side of the river.
The Farqian wardog barks a few times, then makes his way onto the bridge, and heads across it to town.
A brief grin of triumph appears on the face of Percy, which turns to a frown as he hears a chuckle come from his bitter rival the ork general.
The former paladin pays him no mind, and instead watchers Axe saunter across the bridge, then come to a stop, and sit down on his haunches infront of the nobleborn knight, the young field commander, and the physical adept.
While Tamric Drubine slightly winces, and Shur Kee stands there with a thoughtful look upon his face.
Sir Percavellé Lé Dic says to the massive canine "Axe you faithful hound you" he continues with "I understand you took thy sword from the walking cesspool who thinks himself a general, wot".
The heavily armoured knight grins when the undead wardog Axe barks at him, once for yes.
The nobleman who hails from eastern Druvic frowns as he hears his bitter rival chuckle.
The former earl of Lé Dic doesn't look his way, instead the member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che asks Axe "Pray tell, where is the sword of knockdown?".
The undead wardog sits there softly barking and growling, no doubt telling the former paladin where exactly the magical weapon is.
Though of course, Percy has absolutely no idea what the Farqian wardog is saying.
Both Shur Kee and Tam might not know what exactly Axe is saying.
But they know what's happened to the former paladin's magical weapon since the recruit Hamblin told them what happened this morning between the undead wardog and Dorc da Orc.
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li, and the senior officer in the armies of Farque glance at one another, when sir Percavellé Lé Dic says "Does anyone know what he's saying?" followed by "Wot".
Seeing his opportunity to get something out of day that started so badly for him.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle, which is his given name, chuckles and says to his bitter rival "Hey dickface, me know what the big doggy is fucken sayin' to ya".
The large ork might not know exactly what Axe just said, but the ork weaponsmith can pretty much figure it out.
"Thou does not need to hear your lies, deceiver" says sir Percavellé Lé Dic with a glare directed at his bitter rival the warleader of the ork race.
For his part, the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world just laughs.
And with a wide grin upon his broad, green feral looking face, the large ork with a nod in the direction of Axe, says "He fucken eats your sword".
Then Dorkindle turns and walks away, chortling loudly as he heads into town.
Percy stands there at a loss for words as he watches his bitter rival the ork general head into town.
It takes a few moments, before he says something, and the former paladin with a shake of his head, says in a dismissive manner "That stinking green demon is such a liar".
Behind the former earl of Lé Dic, field commander Drubine and Shur Kee the monk glance at one another again.
Figuring this isn't going to go well for the nobleman originally from the kingdom of Druvic.
Looking at the massive canine, who is still sitting there looking at him, the heavily armoured knight says to Axe "Doth that beastly ork lie?".
The undead wardog barks twice for no.
With a worried look upon his face, the member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che quickly asks "Did you indeed eat my sword?".
Axe barks once for yes. Then gets up, walks by Percy, and heads into town.
The former earl of Lé Dic stands there completely dumbfounded at what he's just found out.
While behind him, Tamric Drubine winces, and even Shur Kee slightly winces.
There's silence, apart from the water of the flowing river as it goes beneath the bridge.
Then sir Percavellé Lé Dic eventually breaks the silence, by saying in a shocked tone of voice to match the look of shock upon his face "The fuck?" . . . . . .
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