To War 21.

Summer. The Province Of Corlinda. In Southern Melaurn.

"Do you know which way they went?" asks Lisell Maera the scout.
"Not really sir" replies the runner Furnid, who then adds "They were seen going into the west of the city".
With a wry look upon her face, Lisell Maera, or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well, says "It's scout, not sir" followed by "I'm not an officer".
The young teenage runner, who completed basic army training at the end of winter, up in the northwest of the lands Farque nods his head, then says "Sorry".
Furnid stops himself from adding sir to that, instead he adds "Scout".
The tall, lean, athletic looking young woman nods her head as the two of them in the scouts and rangers division of the first army of Farque.
Make their way through the streets going west in the city of Pirtgott. The only city here in the province of Corlinda. In southern Melaurn.
It's after midday, and when in the morning. The local population stayed indoors. Afraid of what would happen after the baron's keep in the middle of the city was destroyed just after dawn.
Have started coming outside, from their homes and shops. Not in great numbers. But there's way more on the streets now, compared to what there was this morning.
The two black clad soldiers, one scout, and the other a runner or messenger. Turn heads as they walk by.
As the inhabitants of the city on the streets who see them. Wonder what they'll do.
But the locals quickly learn that those who attacked the city first thing this morning, and destroyed the baron's keep.
Couldn't care less about the population of Pirtgott. Who truth be told. Are free to continue on their lives as normal.
Most of the city inhabitants have yet to learn that. As slowly, more and more of them make their way outside, into the early afternoon sunshine.
On what's a warm summer day here in the province of Corlinda, in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn.
As a few locals hurry out of the path of Lisell Maera the scout, and Furnid the runner.
They spot a couple of other Farqian soldiers heading this way, no doubt either heading to the city's airdocks, or out the north gates.
"You haven't seen the general have you?" asks Lis in the elven language, who expands on that with "That would be general Dorc".
"We haven't" replies one of the two black clad soldiers who has briefly stopped.
Who nods back in the direction he and his fellow infantryman have come from, as he adds "Though we saw some of the goblin battalion back in that direction".
"Thanks" says Lisell Maera to the two other Farqian soldiers, who nod and continue on their way. As they've got the order that they're about to pull out of the city.
The tall, lean young woman, who is twenty years old, and is originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury.
Whose mother was a street prostitute, and whose father. A man she never met, was a sailor.
Rounds a corner, and quietly says in elven to the teenage runner walking beside her "Keep an eye out for sir Percavellé" followed by "You know who he is?".
"I do scout" replies Furnid the runner, who knows Lisell Maera the scout is no ordinary scout in the first army.
Because she's one of the small group of people, who travels with lord Farque himself.
"He was one of my instructors in basic training during the winter" adds Furnid, who hails from the northwest of the lands Farque.
"Ah" says Lis who nods in understanding, she continues on with "Then you'll know if you find him, the general won't be too far away" the attractive looking young woman then dryly adds "Those two are inseparable at times".
The young teenage runner nods in agreement with the scout. As he spent a lot of time during the winter being instructed by both sir Percavellé Lé Dic, and general Dorc da Orc.
They make their way through a square, that a handful of streetside sellers have set up their stalls now that's it after midday.
Lis calls out to them, asking if they've seen any black clad goblin soldiers.
And getting an answer, of around the corner to the right, and further west in the city.
The scout and the messenger head that way, and after making their way down a fairly long street here in the west of the city of Pirtgott.
They spot a few of the goblins in the battalion of them, who serve in the first army of Farque.
When they reach them, Lis gets what she wants to find out. Then sends them on their way, back to the airships that dropped them off here in the city of Pirtgott.
"Of course he found one" the attractive young woman who is a scout in the armies of Farque dryly murmurs to herself.
Shaking her head, the scout leads the runner onto a street. Down which they spot sir Percavellé Lé Dic standing in the shade infront of a shop.
While on the opposite side of the street, some of the goblin battalion are milling around another shop front, this one a bakery of all places.
The former paladin spots the scout and runner, and watches them as they approach him.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic slightly grunts when the scout Maera says to him "Percy we're leaving" followed by "Head back to the ship".
The heavily armoured knight who doesn't actually have any rank at all in the armies of Farque, looks across the street at the bakery.
"The smelly beast is in yonder shop, wot" states sir Percavellé Lé Dic, who follows that with "Shall we leave the stinking miscreant behind?" then he adds "Which i, the great sir Percavellé thinks is an absolutely fantastic idea".
The young woman originally from the coast of the Southlands rolls her eyes, then says "That's not necessary".
The scout in the first army of Farque crosses the street followed by the nobleborn knight and the young teenage messenger.
"You lot, we're leaving" says Lis to the black glad goblin soldiers hanging out infront of the bakery.
"Get back to your ships" adds the tall, lean, athletic and attractive looking young woman who hails from the city-state of Brattonbury.
And now serves in the scouts and rangers division of the first army of Farque.
"That's an order" continues the scout Maera.
The goblins share a look, then one, a sergeant at arms by the looks of it, says "Yes boss".
After more than a few of them, glance at the closed front door of the neighbourhood bakery.
As those goblins start wandering away, Lis steps forward and opens the front door of the bakery, and steps inside.
She's followed quickly by the former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
Then followed by the runner Furnid, who spots a few of the goblins in the battalion of them, standing off to one side.
"Head back to your ships, we're leaving" says Lisell Maera to those black clad goblins.
As those goblins in the battalion, who at the moment, serve in the first army of Farque.
Start filing out the front door of the bakery.
While Lis, followed by sir Percavellé Lé Dic, or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
And the young teenage runner Furnid, head to the backroom of the bakery. The shelves of which are near enough empty.
Standing at the door to the back room, which is the kitchen. Are a couple of goblins in black.
One, a fat, dark green goblin that the scout Maera doesn't recognise. Who she figures is probably called some mix of swear words.
While the other is a goblin that Lis does recognise, and knows quite well.
"Commander" says Lisell Maera with a nod of greeting to the goblin commander, Teabagger the Goblin Cunt.
"Is your general in there?" asks the tall, lean, athletic, and attractive young woman who gestures at the door to the kitchen.
"He is" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, who slightly winces, as does the other goblin, Dumbcunt. When they hear a loud clank from inside the kitchen.
The scout Maera who glances back, and sees that the former paladin is lazily holding the hilt of the Sword of Knockdown.
The magical weapon that's on the wide belt worn by the member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che.
Who Lis figures, no doubt is spoiling for a fight with whoever it is, that's in the kitchen of the bakery.
The scout in the first army of Farque, who knows exactly who it is in the backroom of the bakery.
Then steps forward, and to one side, and opens the door to the kitchen. Once open, Lisell Maera takes a quick look inside of the kitchen. Where one can see flour in the air.
One, can also see who is sitting down on the floor, back against a wall. And through the haze of flour in the air, one can also see chocolate. Well Lis hopes it's chocolate, that's smeared across the broad, green, feral looking face of the ork warleader, Dorc da Orc.
"General" says the scout Maera who gets the large ork's attention.
"Orders" continues Lisell Maera, who follows that with "We're leaving the city".
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who has a hand in a sack of sugar, grunts as he looks over at those through the doorway.
The ork weaponsmith scowls when he sees his bitter rival sir Percavellé Lé Dic.
Even more so when he sees the former paladin with a gauntleted hand on the Sword of Knockdown.
Which over the years, the ork warleader has had in his possession.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name takes a handful of sugar and shoves it in his mouth.
After making a number of faces, ending with one of intense pleasure, then coughing a few times after swallowing all that sugar.
Dorc da Orc grunts, then says "Yeah cunt" followed by "Laters" continued with "The general gots to finish off all this yummy fucken shit first".
"Now general" says Lis who continues with "Commander Drubine has ordered us out".
"Who?" asks the large ork with a scowl upon his feral looking face.
"Tam" dryly says the tall, lean, athletic and attractive looking young woman originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury.
Dorkindle grunts, then before he can argue about staying here in the bakery, Lis tells him "Lord Farque wants us away from here".
"Why you have to fucken brings him up?" mutters the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
Who quickly looks around, and quickly sniffs too, making sure that the lord and ruler of the lands Farque isn't close by.
The ork general in the armies of Farque grunts when he finds the lord and ruler of the lands Farque isn't in the vicinity.
Then he scowls once more as Lis says to him "Hurry up Dorc".
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world gets up off the floor.
Waves away some of the flour that's in the air, and picks up the sack of sugar.
The ork who was named warleader of his race a number of years ago by lord Farque.
Has eaten all the chocolate in the bakery, as well as all the cakes and pastries.
Picks up a couple of barrels of ale he's yet to open, that the goblins got from a nearby tavern.
Then he walks out of the kitchen, and says to Dumbcunt the goblin "Here cunt, carry this" followed by a growling "Don't fucken drops it".
As he hands the half empty sack of sugar to the fat, green goblin.
Lisell Maera just shakes her head, while sir Percavellé Lé Dic sourly looks on as the large ork scratches his ass, before he heads outside.
Once out on the street infront of the neighbourhood bakery, the son of a previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
Who he killed, as she was doing her best to kill him at the time.
Looks around, then looks down at the scout and asks her "Where the fuck we goin'?".
"Back to the ship" replies Lisell Maera, who sets off back in the direction she came from.
With a scowl upon his broad, green, brutish looking face, the ork general in the armies of Farque says in a wry tone "Me know that".
The ork weaponsmith continues on with "Me mean, where we fucken goin' when we leaves here".
With a quick look around, Lisell Maera says "I'm not entirely certain".
Then the scout who hails from the city-state of Brattonbury, whose mother was a street prostitute, and whose father was a sailor.
Who knows that the large ork has extraordinary hearing, quietly says in barely a whisper, knowing he'll be able to hear her "We'll be going north here in the province".
Dorkindle grunts when he hears that, then he mutters "Not north" after Lis adds in a whisper "Then circle to the west then south, before heading back east to the border".
Then the big, burly ork glances at Dumbcunt, making sure the fat goblin doesn't trip up and drop the sack of sugar.
Then scowling at his bitter rival, sir Percavellé Lé Dic who is following them.
The large ork finally notices the runner Furnid who he recognises.
"Hey ya little cunt" says Dorkindle by way of greeting to the messenger, who he helped to train back in the wintertime.
"Hey general" replies Furnid the runner as he walks alongside the scout Maera, as they all head back through the city of Pirtgott, to the flagship in the fleet.
As the first army of Farque, well at least those here in the city. Depart Pirtgott, as they continue to fight for lord Gormica and the province of Karricaw.
When just yesterday, they were still fighting for baron Wilmot and the province of Corlinda.
In the war between the bordering provinces here in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn . . . . . .