To War 53.

Summer. Corlinda. Melaurn.

They travel throughout the rest of the day, and into the evening. Making camp again during the middle of the night.
In the province of Corlinda, some twelve miles south of the border with the province of Moleau.
They break camp well before dawn, though they don't move out all that far.
As they're basically in the spot that field commander Drubine has picked for the battle against the enemy who have come down out of eastern Moleau.
In the early morning sunshine, sir Percavelle Lé Dic stands there with his helm tucked in the crook of his right arm.
As he grins whilst looking over at his bitter rival, the ork warleader, Dorc da Orc.
The large ork is more than a little surly this morning. As field commander Drubine has ordered him to stay here, and not join his battalion of goblins.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world was going to disobey Tamric Drubine.
Until the undead scout Dargarven briefly spoke to the ork general in the incomprehensible language of the orks.
Followed by his brother, the undead heavy foot trooper Arveem, also in the ork language.
Whatever was said to Dorc da Orc, the ork weaponsmith is doing what he's told. For now at least.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group.
Looks down the hill to the position of the goblin battalion in the battlelines.
And figures they can look after themselves well enough without their general around.
Besides, the former paladin is of the belief that their commander, Teabagger the Goblin Cunt.
Is a competent enough commander to lead them in battle without having their general yelling and shouting at them like he usually does.
The nobleborn knight originally from the kingdom of Druvic, who actually doesn't have any rank or position in the armies of Farque at all.
Glances to his right, as Shur Kee the monk comes up from the backside of the hill they're on, and stands beside him.
The large heavily armoured knight thinks about wandering away.
But decides to stay put. Staying beside the short, statured monk.
For though Percy who despises magic just as much as his bitter rival Dorc da Orc does.
And the member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che, can deal with most magical attacks with his shield, the shield of Saint Mar-che.
It doesn't hurt to have a bit more protection from magic around you in the heat of battle.
And that's what the former earl of Lé Dic. Which is his family's fief in eastern Druvic, sees Shur Kee the monk as.
For the physical adept, with his strange, and frankly fey powers in the opinion of sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
Can stand up to any spellcaster, no matter who they are, or how powerful they are.
As the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic is just thinking about spellcasters.
He looks over at the witch Saanea. Who is standing next to her lover, the young field commander, Tamric Drubine.
Percy frowns as he looks at the practitioner of magic from the Maldin Hills.
Who is standing there with her eyes closed. Doing something probably unholy in the opinion of the former paladin.
The large, heavily armoured knight who though in his mid forties, is just as deadly and lethal in battle as he was fifteen years ago.
Looks away to the north, when Saanea the witch with her eyes still closed, says "They've engaged with them".
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic nods his head, knowing that the forward elements of their army are now fighting against the enemy, who have made their way down into the province of Corlinda.
Lisell Maera, as a scout in the appropriately named scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Is amongst those to first engage the enemy army who have crossed the border into the province of Corlinda from eastern Moleau.
The enemy, predominantly a combined force of armies of various nobles from the province of Olind.
With a smattering of them coming from the province of Sorros. As well as from the capital city Calinar.
Are moving south along the road that goes through one of the many woods in this area of the kingdom of Melaurn.
Where the three provinces of Mofosild, Moleau and Corlinda meet.
The crown's army in this part of the warzone, are mostly on the road. But others are actually in the woods itself.
And it's mainly those who the scouts and rangers from the lands Farque are fighting.
Lisell Maera the scout shoots off a bolt from her crossbow. Then turns and runs as the quarrel flies towards it's intended target.
The attractive young woman originally from the city-state of Brattonbury. Who is now a scout in the armies of Farque runs by a ranger, who shoots off an arrow from his bow. Before he turns and runs after the scout Maera.
Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well.
Runs by the position of another of the scouts in their division, here in the army under the command of the young field commander Tamric Drubine.
That scout shoots an arrow from her bow, then turns and runs after the ranger, and Lisell Maera.
The tall, lean, athletic young woman who hails from the coast of the Southlands.
Where her mother was a street prostitute in Brattonbury. And whose father, a man she never knew, or met, was a sailor.
Gets about thirty yards from the position her fellow scout was positioned.
Lis who has pulled back on the underside of her quick loading crossbow.
Which was designed by Dorc da Orc, and belonged to Shur Kee the monk, before the short, statured monk gave it to Lisell Maera when she was an adolescent.
Quickly takes a quarrel from her quiver, and loads the bolt in her crossbow.
As first the ranger, then the other scout run by her position up against the side of a tree.
The scout originally from the city-state of Brattonbury takes aim, as she looks at the enemy running through the woods in this direction.
Lis lets the bolt fly, and runs after her fellow company members. As the three of them leapfrog one another as they shoot at the enemy heading through the woods.
They're not the only scouts and rangers in this particular force in the first army of Farque doing this in the first light of the day.
Dozens are doing so, while even more are sporadically shooting at the bulk of the enemy who are on the road, heading south through this part of northern Corlinda.
Hoping to get more of the crown's forces to head through the woods itself.
As field commander Drubine's intentions is to get them to spread out as much as possible through this particular wood.
As just to the south of it, in more open countryside. Waits the bulk of the force that the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin leads.
Lisell Maera flinches as a bolt or arrow thuds into a tree close by.
The attractive young woman who hails from the coast of the Southlands looks ahead, and sees the ranger standing about thirty yards away.
Drawing his bow back, basically aiming directly at Lis. Who sees him slightly nod his head to one side.
The scout Maera steps to that side as she runs, and the ranger lets the arrow from his bow fly.
Lisell Maera doesn't see, but she definitely feels the arrow fly by her, barely missing her head as it flies towards it's intended target.
She hears a yell of pain from somewhere behind her, and grins in satisfaction as she runs.
The scout, like the other scouts and rangers in their division serving with the force led by field commander Drubine.
Knows that they're basically the bait to get the enemy to do what Tamric Drubine wants them to do.
And that's to draw them to a position he wants them to be. In what will be a pitched battle sometime later this morning.
Lis who is breathing fairly steadily, is silent as she runs, as are the other scout and ranger she's working with in a team, first thing this morning.
As the tall, lean, athletic and attractive looking young woman originally from the city-state of Brattonbury.
Comes to a stop, and reloads her crossbow again. She blinks as she feels a fine spray of water droplets brush by the side of her face.
And on a dry, already warm start to the day. The scout serving in the scouts and rangers division of the first army of Farque knows it can only be one thing.
After she lets the bolt in her crossbow fly towards another of the enemy chasing after her and the other two in her small team.
Lisell Maera the scout calls out in the elven language to the other scout, and the ranger "Keep moving, don't stop!".
The ranger runs by her, then so does the other scout. Lis follows them, knowing that one of the water elementals in their division. Either a Courser or an even rarer Spouter.
Has just turned up, and is moving towards the enemy who are quite close, and are giving chase.
As the scout Maera runs through the woods, hears a roaring sound from somewhere behind her. Followed by shouts of surprise, then screams of fright.
As Lis hears what seems to be the ground being torn up, and trees being ripped up and flung around in all directions.
The attractive young woman who hails from the coast of the Southlands knows that a water elemental spouter has just appeared in his natural form.
And he's swirling about as a water spout through the woods. Ripping apart everything he comes into contact with.
And there's nothing those enemy who gets caught up in the violent destructive force, can do to stop what's happening.
As there's no spellcaster with them to do a fire spell to incapacitate the most powerful of the water elementals.
The screaming and shouting abruptly come to an end. And the scout Maera slows and looks back behind her.
A patch of the woods is clear, trees down, and the ground ripped up.
Lis looks beyond the brand new open patch of the woods. And spots a number of the enemy in the distance.
Who have briefly stopped after witnessing what just happened.
Then they shout and yell, when they spot the scout Maera, pointing at her.
Then they take off running, heading in this direction.
The tall, lean attractive young woman originally from the city-state of Brattonbury.
Slightly grins as she picks up speed again as more of the enemy are now chasing her and her small team, than there was before.
The scout who is part of the group who travels with lord Farque.
Feels the water elemental spouter go by her to the right. As he's now a patch of fine mist going through the woods.
Heading elsewhere to wreck destruction upon the enemy soldiers.
To get more and more of them heading in the direction that field commander Tamric Drubine wants them to end up.
On a hilltop further south, sir Percavelle Lé Dic looks to the north, where in the distance is the woods that the enemy army is in.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, where he was the former earl of his family's fief. Looks at the road that comes out of the woods in the distance.
And sees enemy riders come out of the woods on the road. The first of their mounted scouts, who spot the waiting army to the south.
The large, heavily armoured knight then looks over to where Saanea the witch is standing next to her lover, the young field commander, Tamric Drubine.
"There's a lot of them off the road and in the woods now" says Saanea the witch.
"Good" quietly says Tamric Drubine the field commander, as next to him, stands his lover Saanea, with her eyes closed, looking through the eyes of her familiar.
Which at the moment is a falcon, flying over the woods to the north, that the enemy is coming through.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic looks to the north again, after his bitter rival Dorc da Orc, grunts then says "There's some of our cunts".
The member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che sees figures in black run out from the woods.
The former earl of Lé Dic nods as he realises they're scouts and rangers from the first army of Farque.
Bait for the enemy, to get them off the road, and have them come through the woods itself.
Percy slightly nods his head in understanding as he sees that field commander Drubine wants the enemy spread out as they come out of the woods.
The large, heavily armoured knight sees more and more of the enemy riders come out of the woods along the road, which goes to the southeast.
Whilst the waiting army from the lands Farque is more directly south of the woods.
As more of the Farqian scouts and rangers come running out of the woods, and start heading this way.
More and more of the enemy show up along the road. Eventually they start coming out of the woods too.
"Very good then, wot" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic after the field commander Tamric Drubine calls out orders in the elven language.
The former paladin dons his full helm, and puts a gauntleted hand on the hilt of the sword of knockdown.
Though the nobleborn knight despises magic, that doesn't stop him from having a powerful magical weapon, and an even more powerful magical shield. 
The large, heavily armoured knight from the kingdom of Druvic watches as some of the Farqian battlelines advance, then stop.
It's those in the middle of the lines, making themselves an attractive target for the enemy who are coming out of the woods.
Percy glances over at his bitter rival Dorc da Orc, and sees the large ork is intently watching the crown's forces coming out of the woods. Both on the road, and from out of the treeline.
The former earl of Lé Dic slightly nods his full helmed head as he sees how stretched out the enemy are.
As the wood is easily a few miles across from east to west. And that there's even enemy soldiers coming out of the trees at the western end of the woods.
Whilst the road the majority of their army is traveling on. Comes out on the southeast corner of the woods.
"Now let's see if they attack as so" is what sir Percavelle Lé Dic hears Tamric Drubine quietly say.
The former paladin, just like his bitter rival the ork general, intently watches the enemy, to see what they do.
Now that they know that there's an opposing army just to the south of them.
"I do believe it is going to be a wonderful day today, wot" loudly murmurs Percy in a gleeful tone, as he and the others wait in anticipation for the battle to get underway . . . . . .