To War 52.

Summer. Close To Where The Provinces Of Mofosild, Corlinda & Moleau Meet.

Shur Kee the monk opens his eyes after his early morning meditation.
And he finds Dorc da Orc looking at him. From where the large ork is squatting in the shade of nearby tree.
The short, statured monk who is from the kingdom of Wah Lee. Which is on the far east coast of the continent.
Is just glad the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world isn't squatting there taking a dump.
As the ork warleader doesn't care where he's shitting, or care that anyone is watching him as he does so.
"You're up early friend Dorc" says Shur Kee the monk after he gets up off the ground where he's been sitting, and walks over to the trees.
Though not too close to the ork weaponsmith. For though the ork general isn't taking a shit at the moment.
He still absolutely reeks. And has got progressively worse this summer. Especially since they haven't been around lord Farque for the last week or so.
As the undead warlord is the one most likely to throw the warleader of the ork race into a river or lake. To get him somewhat clean.
Snorting as he squats there, Dorc da Orc says "Dorc not sleep last night" the large ork then mutters "Sleeping is for fucken pussies".
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks nods to where Shur Kee was sitting out in the early morning light as the sun rises in the east, and he says "You praying to your fucken god there?" followed by "What he fucken tell ya?".
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li looks sideways at the large ork who is a general in the armies of Farque.
He knows how devout the ork warleader is. Infact Dorc da Orc, or Dorkindle which is his given name.
Is the most religious person Shur Kee has ever known. More so than even the cleric Beldane.
As Dorkindle like all orks, is a true believer in their war god Krom.
For if ever there was a race of fanatical believers in a god. It's the ork race, in their belief of their god, Krom.
"Actually i don't pray to any god" says the short, statured monk who puts back on his odd, conical shaped hat.
"I was meditating upon the words of the founder of my order" continues the physical adept, who then adds "The Jade Warrior, Bru Li".
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, who is the son of the previous matriarch of wolf tribe of orks.
Squats there, blinking as he takes in what the fighting monk just said to him.
"A fucken mans?" asks the ork who is a general in the armies of Farque.
Shur Kee, who is an honorary member of the personal council to lord Farque, nods his head yes in reply.
The warleader of the ork race blinks again, then he says "Well shit" followed by "Me always thinks it was your stupid fucken god you keeps praying and shouting about".
Dorkindle in the fifteen or so years he's known the physical adept, who wears strange clothing, and an even stranger looking hat.
Always thought Shur Kee believed in some god. He never thought the short, statured monk believed in anything that wasn't a god.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks grunts, then just shakes his head.
Dorkindle who is always slightly cautious around Shur Kee. Well slightly cautious around him in battle, that is.
As in the past the physical adept when he used to have a crossbow. Would often shoot the large ork with it, as much as the enemy.
But he's actually slightly cautious of him, because of the strange powers that the short, statured monk has.
Which the warleader of the ork race has seen him use to devastating effect.
The only person the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world is actually fully cautious around, is lord Farque.
The large ork, who is still the largest member of the wolf tribe of orks at this current time.
Is even cautious with what he says around the lord and ruler of the lands Farque. Something he never does around anyone else.
The two of them look behind them, and spot the field commander Tamric Drubine making his way up through the trees to the top of the hill where they are.
The nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin. Who is now a senior officer in the armies of Farque.
Passes by a dozing Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, as the goblin commander is sitting, with his back against the trunk of a tree.
And like always, not too far from the large ork who is his general.
"Dorc can see anyone away to the west?" quietly asks Tamric Drubine the field commander who points in that direction.
"Not north" mutters Dorc da Orc, who gets up from his squatting position, and stretches before he looks away to the west.
While the young field commander who is in charge of a fairly significant force from the first army of Farque, quietly continues with "Saanea says there's movement on a road in that direction".
The ork weaponsmith grunts as he looks westwards, as the sun continues to rise in the east, on what looks like it's going to be another fine, and sunny summer day here in this region of the kingdom of Melaurn.
"Hmmmm" murmurs the ork who is a general in the armies of Farque, who then asks the nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin "How far cunt?".
"About fifteen miles away" says Tamric Drubine, who is more commonly called Tam by those who know him well.
"Over in Moleau" adds the nobleborn teenager who is a senior officer in the armies of Farque.
With a sour looking smile upon his broad, green, brutish looking face, the large ork says "Can't see fucken shit that far" as he waves a big, meaty, skillet sized hand in that direction.
"Too many fucken trees and hills thataway" adds the ork who was named warleader of his race a number of years ago by lord Farque.
The first such one in over four centuries.
The young field commander nods his head, as he was expecting such. As the land here, where the three provinces of Mofosild, Moleau and Corlinda meet. Is rather hilly, with woods everywhere.
One would describe them as forests. But there's enough open ground, and open countryside in places, that it's more appropriate to call them woods than actual forests.
"Well, keep an eye out for airships, both their's and ours" says the son of a previous Knight of Castle Drubine, a castle and it's surrounding lands that can be found in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
"And wyverns too" adds field commander Drubine, as the enemy have been using wyverns quite a lot.
Primarily as scouts, but also as messengers. Which is just as important for the crown's forces. Who are at war with lord Gormica of Salmah Forest. Who has hired the services of the mercenary army from the lands Farque.
As the small, bright lurid green goblin, Teabagger the Goblin Cunt wakes up. And joins his general on the top of the hill.
Tamric Drubine along with Shur Kee the monk head down the hill. After the young field commander has one last look away to the west, into the province of Moleau.
They're in the province of Mofosild, just a mile or two from the border with the province of Moleau, which is to the west.
And even less than that from the province of Corlinda, which is to the south.
The sizeable force led by field commander Drubine, which now numbers nearly three thousand of the ten or so of the first army of Farque who have traveled here to the kingdom of Melaurn.
First for the border war between the provinces of Corlinda and Karricaw. Where they fought on the side of the province of Corlinda.
Then secondly, fighting for the province of Karricaw. And gaining them the victory in the conflict between two of the southern provinces in the kingdom of Melaurn.
Now they find themselves fighting for lord Gormica of Salmah Forest. The Karricawian nobleman who hired them to win him the war against the province of Corlinda.
Who is now fighting against the crown and king. Whose army, and that of their allies.
Have come to this region of the kingdom. Because they believe lord Gormica had the Farqian mercenary army attacked villages, and farming communities across the south of the province of Moleau.
Tam isn't too worried about anything to the east of their position.
As he knows no allies to the crown will come from the province of Orrinda.
Which is to the southeast of Mofosild. And directly east of the province of Karricaw.
As Orrinda, and the other southeastern province Pandilak. Are the most independent of the provinces in the kingdom of Melaurn.
They're not as rebellious as the province of Selvah Na.
But they take pride in their independence. And care for little in the rest of the kingdom.
And the young field commander has been told by the halfling councilor, Jarjin Littlefoot.
Who is really a barbarian hordesman from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson.
Who just happens to find himself inhabiting the body of the hobbit, who hails from the far east coast of the continent.
That the provinces of Orrinda and Pandilak care more for what's to the east of them.
And having friendly relations with the various hordes out on the southern tundra. Than they do with the rest of the kingdom of Melaurn.
As they walk down the wooded hillside that's one large camp as the force that field commander Drubine leads, waits.
The nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin looks at the physical adept walking beside him.
Who like councilor Littlefoot, hails from the far east coast of the continent. The kingdom of Wah Lee to be exact.
Who says to the young field commander "Do you think they will make a major push across the border into Corlinda friend Tamric?".
"I think so" says Tam, who though still not twenty years old, is already a senior officer in the armies of Farque.
They've got reports from their scouting parties over the border to the west, in eastern Moleau.
That the enemy are building up their forces before crossing over the border into the province of Corlinda.
The enemy in the very east of Moleau are allies to the king, who have traveled down from the province of Olind. And to a lesser degree, the province of Sorros.
Though that troubled province, with it's continued infighting between neighbouring locals.
Have only sent a small number of soldiers south into the conflict zone.
The young field commander suspects that the nobility of the province of Sorros hasn't sent a lot of their armies south.
Isn't just because of the constant fighting between neighbouring nobles up there.
But also because the dowager mother of the king is from that particular province.
And the former queen, still holds a lot of sway at court. And a lot of the crown's decisions are shaped by her.
The young field commander and the short, statured monk get down to the base of the hill, where they get to Tamric Drubine's command tent.
Inside, they find the undead heavy foot trooper Arveem. Sitting on a wooden chest.
While some of Tam's aides and senior officers are at the map table, looking at their position in comparison to the latest information they have of the enemy in this area of the kingdom.
The senior officer in the armies of Farque glances out one of the side flaps that's open.
And he sees his lover, Saanea the witch standing outside in the early morning sunshine.
Eyes closed, no doubt watching whatever it is that her familiar is looking at this morning.
Then both Tamric Drubine and Shur Kee turn and look at the front flap of the tent, that they've just come through. And see the former paladin, sir Percavelle Lé Dic enter the command tent.
As sir Percavelle Lé Dic loudly mutters in a disappointed tone of voice "I thought that evil, smelly beast would be in here, wot".
Field commander Drubine says in the elven language to the undead heavy foot trooper "Dorc can't see anything from up on top of the hill".
The nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin then adds "Are they on the move?".
"They are" says Arveem the undead heavy foot trooper with a nod of his full helmed head.
"They're just getting going for the day" adds the large, undead being who like the young field commander, is speaking elven.
"Further north than us though" adds Arveem who can sense the enemy about fifteen miles away in the province of Moleau.
The undead heavy foot trooper nods to the map table, and asks the senior officer in the armies of Farque "Have you picked a spot?".
"I have" is the reply from Tamric Drubine, who then turns as his lover the witch from the Maldin Hills enters the tent.
"They're on the road and moving" says Saanea the witch when her lover Tam looks at her, with an inquiring look upon his face.
The tent is silent as Saanea spoke in common, loudly enough for most of them in the command tent to hear.
Field commander Drubine looks over at sir Percavelle Lé Dic, then at Arveem the undead trooper, followed by his lover Saanea. Then finally Shur Kee the monk.
It's the honorary member of lord Farque's personal council who is the one who nods yes to the senior officer who commands this force of the first army of Farque.
"Very well" says Tamric Drubine the field commander who looks over at his officers and aides, and tells them "Orders to break camp, and move out".
Tam briefly pauses before he continues with "We'll head to that spot over in Corlinda I've picked out" followed by "There we'll wait for them to turn up".
After another brief pause, he adds "And then we'll wipe the bastards out" . . . . . .