To War 38.

Summer. The Province Of Moleau. The Kingdom Of Melaurn.

Lisell Maera the scout drops to the ground and takes out the leather wrapped, brass cylindrical eyepiece she's been given to use.
The attractive young woman originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury.
Who is now in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Looks through the scrub, and bushes just at the edge of the woods she's in. Down to where the enemy are breaking camp as they prepare to get underway as by the looks of it, they've finally been given their orders.
Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well.
Figures that those in the camp don't actually know that they're at war at this moment.
As the first army of Farque have started attacking them this morning, right across the province of Moleau.
The scout, who is a member of the group who travels with lord Farque.
Is in the east of the province of Moleau. Where a number of the allies of the king. Nobles predominantly from the provinces of Olind, Sorros and Mofosild are gathering.
The camp about half a mile away that Lis is observing. Are made up of the armies of a number of nobles from Olind.
The province that's to the north of the eastern half of Moleau.
From what the attractive young woman from the coast of the Southlands can see.
There must be at least fifteen hundred soldiers, both mounted and on foot in the combined army of some of the nobles from the province of Olind. And half again that number in camp followers.
The scout in the first army of Farque watches them break down their camp, and pack things away.
For a force made up of about half a dozen different local lords from Olind. Lis thinks they're fairly well organised.
Unlike some of the reports she's heard of some of the other enemy armies.
But she figures this lot who are all from one province. Must of fought together in the past.
As the kingdom of Melaurn, is known for having little wars between neighbouring nobles.
The scout Maera watches them through the eyepiece for a little while longer.
Watching them take down their tents and packing them away. Working pretty quickly in the midmorning sun as they've got their orders to move out.
After a while, the first of them are moving to the nearby road, and the attractive young woman from the city-state of Brattonbury slightly shakes her head.
As she sees that it's infantry heading to the road first, and are on the march before the others.
"Their first mistake of the day" Lisell Maera the scout murmurs to herself.
The scout, who was previously a runner, or messenger as they're sometimes referred to as.
Watches the enemy for a little bit longer, then she returns the leather wrapped, brass cylindrical eyepiece back to her pack.
Picks up her crossbow, which once belonged to the honorary member of lord Farque's personal council, Shur Kee the monk.
And crawls backwards further into the woods for about a dozen paces, before she gets to a knee, then gets up off the ground.
The attractive young woman whose mother was a prostitute on the streets of the poor quarter of the city of Brattonbury.
And whose father, a man she never knew, or for that matter, ever met. Was a deep water sailor out on The Great Western Ocean.
Stays low as she heads back through the woods just up from where the enemy has made camp in this area of eastern Moleau.
Lis as more often than not she's called by the others in the group who travel with the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Knows she isn't the only scout or ranger in the first army of Farque watching this particular army, who are allied to the crown and king.
Who have made their way into the province of Moleau, as they prepare to go to war against lord Gormica of Salmah Forest down in the provinces of Corlinda and Karricaw.
The nobleman who has led the province of Karricaw in the recent war against the province of Corlinda.
Who by way of victory, is temporarily ruling the defeated province of Corlinda.
While getting the rebuilding of the province of Karricaw underway.
Who has hired the first army of Farque, who gained him his victory.
And who he's still hiring, as he finds he's about to be attacked by the crown and king of Melaurn.
Though in actual fact, those that he has hired, have already attacked them first.
As the first army of Farque have undertaken a number of attacks against the crown's forces here in the province of Moleau today.
Lisell Maera meets up with another scout in the company she's with at the moment.
And as the two of them hurry through the woods, they're joined by an elven ranger in their company.
Who breaks out into a run, as he leads the way out the otherside of the woods.
Where a fairly large force of the first army of Farque are waiting for them, and the others who have been observing the enemy army to return.
"Well?" asks Tamric Drubine the field commander when Lisell Maera finally gets to where he is.
"They've broken camp, and are on the move" replies Lisell Maera the scout, who then reports what else she saw as she watched the army from the province of Olind, who are allies of the crown.
The nobleborn teenager who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and who is now a senior officer in the armies of Farque.
Lifts his eyebrows, and slightly frowns, then says "Why are they doing that?".
When Lis, who he's known near on a decade, tells him that the enemy have sent their infantry out on the road first.
"That's a stupid way to have a line of march" mutters Tamric Drubine, or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Crouching nearby in the shade of a tree, Dorc da Orc grunts in agreement with the young field commander who leads this particularly force of the first army of Farque.
The teenage noble, who is the son of a former Knight of Castle Drubine, a castle located in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
Looks over at the large ork, who is trying to keep out of the sunshine, on what's a warm day here in the east of the province of Moleau.
And slightly nods his head, as he comes up with an idea to add to his plans to deal with the enemy army which are now on the road that goes south into the province of Corlinda.
"Dorc" says field commander Drubine of the first army of Farque.
The ork warleader just grunts as he looks at Tam, who tells him "There's something i want you and your battalion to do".
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world listens to what field commander Drubine has to say, then nods his head and grunts.
Looking at the scout Maera, Dorc da Orc says "Fucken shows me".
The attractive young woman from the city-state of Brattonbury walks over to the general in the armies of Farque, picking up a stick on the way.
And not getting too close to the large ork, after all, he absolutely stinks in the summer heat.
Lis crouches down, and draws in the dirt, the road that heads south on the otherside of the woods that the enemy are on, and the way it goes.
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt who is standing a bit behind his general, steps forward to watch and listen to what the scout has to say.
Meanwhile Tamric Drubine is quietly speaking with Saanea the witch. Who nods her head, then closes her eyes to look through the eyes of her familiar.
Which at the moment is a falcon, winging it's way over the woods, watching the departing enemy army.
"They'll have to come around the otherside of that hill there" says Lisell Maera to Dorc da Orc, or Dorkindle which is given name. Which no one calls him by, with the exception of lord Farque every once in a while.
The attractive young woman from the coast of the Southlands adds "The road south".
"Not north" mutters the ork weaponsmith as he interrupts the scout.
"Goes right around the hills there" continues Lis as if the warleader of the ork race hasn't interrupted her.
She points to what she's drawn in the dirt, then away to the hill in question to the southwest of their position.
The son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks grunts, then stands up and says to Teabagger "Come on you, let's get the rest of the cunts and gets these fuckheads".
"Yes boss, i mean general" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt.
"Dorc!" calls out Tamric Drubine as the ork general is about to move off and join his battalion of goblins.
"Yeah cunt" says the big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world.
"Remember let them come to you and your battalion" says the nobleborn teenager who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
"With that line of march of their's, they'll make a mess of things, and make it easy for you" adds the young field commander in the armies of Farque.
Dorkindle nods his big, boffy head, then grunts, and says "Me know cunt".
The ork warleader, who like all of his race, likes to attack anything and everything when they get the chance.
Is more than happy to let the enemy come at him, and any force he commands.
After all it's summer, and too hot for him. And the fact he's what one could describe as fat, and can be at times awfully lazy.
So he doesn't mind if he just waits for the enemy to come to him.
As the ork general and the goblin commander move off to join their battalion.
Field commander Drubine just shakes his head, and rolls his eyes. As nearby, sir Percavellé Lé Dic. Who has been standing in the shade of another tree.
Follows after the large ork, and the small, bright green goblin as they join the waiting goblin battalion.
Lisell Maera sees this too, and she wryly smiles to herself, before she walks over to Tamric Drubine and his lover, Saanea the witch.
"You want me to go with them, and keep an eye on them" asks the scout Maera in the elven language, with a nod of her head towards the ork general, the goblin commander, and the former paladin.
"Might as well" says field commander Drubine in the same language.
"Besides, the runners with them will need watching over to" adds the senior officer in the armies of Farque.
The attractive young woman originally from the city-state of Brattonbury nods her head in agreement.
Then the son of a previous Knight of Castle Drubine, which can be found in the forested north of the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin says "The rest of us will be in position" as he gestures to the hill to the southwest.
Lis nods, then hurries off after Dorc da Orc, Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, and sir Percavellé Lé Dic.
While Tamric Drubine calls out to his subcommander, to give the order to move out.
The scout Maera is always impressed at the speed in which the goblin battalion move.
True, some of them trip over each other, and themselves. That doesn't alter the fact they're a quick moving infantry force.
Who don't complain, not outloud at least, especially not to their general.
Who for their relatively small size compared to the average human. Carry a lot more equipment and gear, in comparison to similar sized human battalion.
Lis who is jogging alongside the goblin battalion, with a squad of four teenage runners behind her.
Faintly smiles to herself, as she can hear Dorc da Orc muttering and growling in a mix of the ork and common languages.
Complaining about the heat, it's warm today, but not hot. Though still too hot for the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
As he runs at the front of the battalion of goblins, breathing heavily, and sweating profusely.
While next to him, the goblin commander Teabagger, who has only tripped over the once.
Isn't even puffing as he runs, and keeps up with the much larger ork warleader.
The scout Maera, who is tall, and athletic, then slightly shakes her head as she runs, and looks over the heads of the goblins to her right.
To where sir Percavellé Lé Dic is jogging on the otherside of the battalion.
Lis who is always amazed that the former paladin doesn't roast in his full suit of heavy plate armour in the summertime.
Sees that the nobleborn knight has the faceplate of his full helm open, and as usual is scowling as he watches his bitter rival the ork general out infront.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, where he was once the earl of Lé Dic.
Glances this way, and a somewhat guilty looking grin suddenly appears on his face when he notices the scout watching him.
Then the member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che goes back to watching his bitter rival, scowling as he does so.
The scout Maera wryly smiles to herself, figuring that the nobleborn knight is hoping the ork general will get himself killed in what they're about to do.
For though the two rivals haven't tried to kill one another in a number of years.
The threat of violence by lord Farque on them has curtailed their attempts to kill one another.
Lis knows that they both wish to see the other killed off during a battle or a war.
Which in fairness, is always likely. But extremely difficult to do. Considering who they are, and what they're capable of doing.
The battalion of goblins in the armies of Farque, led by their ork general, and the small bright green goblin who commands them, get to the road after crossing about three quarters of a mile of open country.
As the battalion spreads out on the road, and to the sides of it.
Lisell Maera says in elven to the four young teenage runners "You know what to do if things go bad" followed in dry a tone with "You never know with this lot".
As there's only a little under three hundred goblins in the battalion. And the enemy army made up of soldiers from various nobles who hail from the province of Olind, number just over fifteen hundred, both on foot and mounted.
"Find cover and observe" adds the attractive young woman who hails from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury.
Who then makes her way along the road to where a scowling Dorc da Orc is standing with Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, while sir Percavellé Lé Dic sits on a large rock nearby, just off to the side of the road.
As she looks northwards along the road, to where it comes around one side of the hills, Lisell Maera asks the warleader of the ork race "Are they far Dorc?".
"Nah, not fucken far" replies the large ork, who scowls up at the sun in the relatively clear sky, then goes back to watching the road.
"No fucken scouts on horsey" continues the ork general who is sniffing, and listening carefully, he then adds "Only on foots" followed by "The dumb fucken cunts".
The scout Maera nods in agreement, then the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks says "Here the fuckers are now".
Lis looks to where the road comes around the side of one of the hills about a third of a mile away from where they are.
And she sees a couple of enemy soldiers on foot, come jogging into view.
They stop when they suddenly spot the battalion of black clad goblins, then one of them hurries back the way they've come from, while the other continues to watch the odd looking battalion in the armies of Farque.
"Tell the cunts to get ready, we gonna fights" says Dorc da Orc to Teabagger.
"We certainly are" Lisell Maera murmurs to herself in the elven language as the goblin commander calls out orders, and more of the enemy come into view to the north of them along the road . . . . . .