To War 55.

Summer. The Kingdom Of Melaurn.

Lisell Maera the scout runs back to the battlelines of the waiting army from the lands Farque.
The ranger from her small team of three is off to the left of her.
While the other scout in the trio. Is dead back in the woods behind them.
She was hit by an arrow in the back, and instead of continuing on, she decided to turn and face their pursuers.
As there's an awful lot of them chasing the scouts and rangers in the Farqian army led by field commander Tamric Drubine.
Scouts and rangers who were sent out to harass the enemy. And get them to spread out as they came south through the woods.
Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well.
Has only seen a large cavalry company come the other way across the open ground.
Who are currently in a running battle with some of the enemy. No doubt trying to get the fractured enemy to follow them.
The only one else the attractive young woman originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury.
Has seen going the other way, towards the enemy army who have crossed over into the province of Corlinda.
Is the undead scout Dargarven, who walked by as she ran by him in the other direction.
The scout who wears light leather armour, but a full helm upon his head.
Just nodded in greeting as the scout Maera ran by in the other direction as she heads back to their lines.
Lis veers away to her right as she approaches the Farqian battlelines.
She heads towards the hill, there she can see a number of people on the top of it.
Watching what is essentially the start of a battle, on this warm summer morning here in the north of the province of Corlinda.
The tall, lean, athletic and attractive looking young woman who hails from the coast of the Southlands.
Turns a sharp right, and runs infront of the lines of infantry battalions in the force that field commander Drubine leads.
Going by the battalion of goblins, the scout spots sir Percavelle Lé Dic and Shur Kee the monk with them.
Lisell Maera acknowledges the greeting called out by Shur Kee with a wave of her left hand as she heads to the nearby hill.
The attractive young woman originally from the city-state of Brattonbury.
Where her mother was a street prostitute, and her father. A man she never knew, or for that matter, met. Was a sailor who plied his trade upon the Great Western Ocean.
Looks up towards the top of the hill again. And slightly grins as she spots the unmistakable figure of Dorc da Orc up there.
Who Lis figures is probably fuming that he's up on the hilltop with Tamric Drubine and the others in the field commander's staff.
And not down with his battalion of goblins. Who are on the left flank of the battlelines.
The scout Maera is for certain that the large ork is also mad because his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic is down in the battlelines with the goblin battalion.
Percy definitely did that on purpose, Lisell Maera the scout dryly thinks to herself as she starts making her way up the hill.
While the ranger from her team, heads through their lines. And goes in search for the rest of their company who have made it back.
On the hilltop, the attractive young woman who hails from the city-state of Brattonbury.
And is now in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque. The first army of Farque to be exact.
Finds field commander Drubine in conversation with his lover, the witch Saanea. His subcommander, and two more of his officers.
Lis looks over at the undead heavy foot trooper Arveem and thinks about waiting next to him.
But she decides not to, and instead wanders over to where Dorc da Orc has crouched down to one knee.
And stands by him, though not too close. As the large ork absolutely reeks.
The ork general who is glaring as he looks down at the Farqian battlelines. To be exact, where his goblin battalion is located in the lines.
Grunts in reply to Lisell Maera the scout saying to him "Things are getting going now, for sure".
That ork warleader then looks away from the Farqian battlelines, and looks to the north at the approaching enemy when Lis asks him "How do you think things will go Dorc?".
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world watches the crown's forces coming out of the woods to the north.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name. If he was the enemy commander, would be extremely fucked off with what the king's army are doing.
They're far too spread out for his liking. And too many of them, from too many different companies and battalions.
Are trying to engage with the large light cavalry company from the Farqian army under the leadership of field commander Drubine.
Who have been sent out to draw even more of them away, in the direction of the left flank of the waiting army from the lands Farque.
Who are fighting for lord Gormica of Salmah Forest. The Karricawian nobleman who finds himself in a war against the crown and the king of Melaurn.
"Those horsey cunts of their's are being fucken silly chasing our horsey troops" says Dorc da Orc as he points at the enemy giving chase to the cavalry company from the Farqian mercenary army.
"Should be fucken light horsey troops goin' after ours, not all mixed up fuckers they got there" adds the large ork.
The scout Maera nods her head, as the enemy giving chase to the light cavalry company from the lands Farque.
Are a mix of light and heavy horse troops. As well as soldiers who just took horses to chase after the Farqian scouts and rangers. But are now engaged in a running battle with the company of light cavalry from the Farqian battlelines.
Dorkindle grunts, then points along the treeline of the woods, which the enemy are still coming out of.
"Fucken stupid spread out like that" says the ork warleader, who goes on and explains "Not even in their fucken groups, er units, yeah that's fucken it" followed by "Or their fucken companies".
The ork weaponsmith shakes his head in disgust as he says "They all fucken mixed up, and look at the silly fuckers" he continues on with "They fucken comin' this way at us".
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, then adds "The stupid cunts are makin' it fucken hards for 'em selves".
Lisell Maera glances back as she realises the conversation behind them has stopped.
And Tamric Drubine and the others with him, are watching and listening to the son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
The young field commander nods for Lis to keep talking to the ork general. No doubt wanting Dorkindle's thoughts on what could happen.
"And that lot over on the road?" asks the scout Maera who points to the enemy soldiers on the road.
"Them cunts kinda fucken knows what they doing" says the ork warleader as he looks at the enemy forces on the road.
"See they not fucken charging down here at us" adds Dorc da Orc, who follows that with "And they not so fucken spread out all over the fucken place".
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world then loudly mutters "The fucken cunts".
Then the general in the armies of Farque, who is actually the senior most officer here. But no one bothers telling him that. As they don't actually want him to lead.
His tactics, and crazy ideas are genius. But his leadership skills are a lot to be desired. And that's being generous.
Looks at the scout standing next to him, and tells her "Those cunts on that road got some fuckers who know what to fucken do".
Lisell Maera nods, then the tall, lean, athletic and attractive looking young woman says "That lot more orderly than the rest of them?".
The large ork grunts, then says "Yeah, that's what those fuckheads cuntbums are" followed by "Fucken orders" he pauses then adds "Me mean fucken ordered".
Dorkindle pauses once more, then with a scowl upon his broad, green, brutish looking face, says "Ordering".
The warleader of the ork race, who has trouble with the common language at the best of times, growls as he thinks of the word Lis just said, then he says "They fucken orderly".
He briefly pauses as he thinks about it, then grunts more or less in satisfaction.
Though the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks, does mutter "Fucken cunty word that one".
The scout Lisell Maera nods, then leaves Dorkindle to watch the approaching enemy.
While she walks over to the field commander, Tamric Drubine and the others with him. And she reports to the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin who is in command of this particular force of the first army of Farque.
"From what we could tell, all those coming out of the treeline are from a few of the Olindan nobles" says Lisell Maera in the elven language.
The scout who is in the third company of scouts and rangers in this particular force led by field commander Drubine, continues with "They're far less disciplined than the rest of their army".
Lis then points away to the road that comes out of the woods to the north, and adds "That lot are with whoever it is that's commanding them from the capital".
The attractive young woman who hails from the city-state of Brattonbury, and is now in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque continues with "Even though they're made up of the rest from the province of Olind, and those from Sorros".
"Then they're the ones we'll have to worry about" says Tamric Drubine the field commander in the same language.
"The ones we'll have to concentrate on, and break" adds the senior officer who commands this particular force of the first army of Farque.
Tamric Drubine, or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well nods at the enemy approaching and says "Those others are crossing the open ground as they see fit".
"There's quite a few of those" says the subcommander who is field commander Drubine's second.
She continues with "By the looks of things, their entire army might outnumber us by a thousand, not seven or eight hundred".
"And that's with us killing a lot of them already" adds Lisell Maera the scout.
The son of a previous Knight of Castle Drubine, which is located in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin nods in agreement with that, then he says "That can't be helped".
The nobleborn teenager who is a senior officer in the armies of Farque continues with "We'll deal with it the best way that we can".
The young field commander then looks at his subcommander and tells her "Give the signal to engage when that lot on this side get within range" followed by "The other cavalry companies first, then the infantry companies, their ranged first of course".
Tamric Drubine or Tam as more often than not he's called by those who know him well, then adds "Have the middle and the right flank stay put" he continues with "They'll be the ones to deal with that lot coming down the road who actually know what they're doing".
The subcommander nods, and she and another officer go over and speak with the signalmen.
While field commander Drubine, his lover Saanea the witch, Lisell Maera the scout, followed by one of Tam's adjuncts make their way forward to where Dorc da Orc is.
The young field commander who leads this particular force of the first army of Farque explains to the ork general in the common language, what he's just ordered.
The ork warleader who is now sitting, looks away from their own battlelines, his battalion of goblins to be exact. Then grunts as he looks at the enemy army approaching from the north.
Dorkindle with a nod of his head, says to field commander Drubine "Good fucken starts i guess".
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks, then gestures at the enemy in the distance coming down the road.
Some of them have spread out to either side of the road, particularly those on horseback.
"If them fuckers are smarts enough, they should send some of their fucken horsey soldiers to this flank" says the large ork, referring to the left flank of the Farqian force that Tamric Drubine commands.
The nobleborn teenager who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin nods to that.
As along the left flank of his force, those closest to the hill. Is the least amount of the Farqian force from the first army.
As the enemy army who have crossed over into the province of Corlinda from the province of Moleau.
Come forward in dribs and drabs towards the left flank of the waiting mercenary army from the lands Farque.
Those of the enemy on the road, and just off to the sides of it, have come to a stop.
Noticing this, Lisell Maera the scout points that way and says "They're about to do something there".
"Gonna fucken charge when they gots enough cunts behind them" says Dorc da Orc with confidence, who can clearly see the intentions of the king's army.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world nods his head to where the enemy on the road are still coming out of the woods, and he says "They should send  some of those fucken cunts back there, this fucken way".
Lisell Maera, Tamric Drubine, Saanea the witch, and the adjunctant nod in agreement with that.
Then the four of them turn, and look back at Arveem the undead heavy foot trooper who tells them "That cleric of their's is dead".
"That's good" murmurs the scout Maera, who then looks forward across the open ground, the spot field commander Drubine picked for the battle against this particular army of the king of Melaurn.
As a couple of the cavalry companies here on the left flank ride out to confront the oncoming enemy.
The tall, lean, athletic and attractive looking young woman originally from the city-state of Brattonbury, quietly says "Here we go".
As the battle between the Farqian mercenary force fighting on behalf of lord Gormica of Salmah Forest.
And this army made up predominantly of allies to the crown and the king.
Gets properly underway, here in the north of the province of Corlinda. On what's another warm summer morning in this part of the kingdom of Melaurn . . . . . .