To War 83.

Summer. Corlinda. Melaurn.

Krissner, the son of baron Wilmot of Pirtgott. Grimaces then drops to the ground as away to the right amongst the woods, there's a loud explosion.
The young noble from here in the province of Corlinda doesn't know who did what there. And he doesn't particularly what to find out.
The son of the baron of Pirtgott gets up, as do the others around him. As they can hear shouting from up ahead.
Krissner, gets up running. Heading forward through the trees, like the others from his father's army who are with him.
The oldest son of the baron of Pirtgott as he runs, can definitely hear the fighting from up ahead.
As he runs, Krissner is glad that he and the soldiers with him are going in the right direction. As for a moment there, he didn't think they were.
The nobleborn youngster, who is still just in his teens. Hopes that he and the others with him can make a difference in the fight.
As the battle between the forces of the crown and king of Melaurn, against lord Gormica of Salmah Forest, who is from the province of Karricaw.
Continues to rage on across the north of the province of Corlinda, here in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn.
On what's been a relatively cool day for summer, here in this part of southern Melaurn.
Further afield, actually in a field to be exact. To the east of the woods where a battle is taking place, in and around it.
Mira Reinholt the mage is down behind a stone wall that separates a paddock.
To either side of the once powerful mage, is a small company of black clad Farqian soldiers.
The spellcaster who is from the city-state of Vexil, his homeland that he's in exile from.
Pops up his head, and looks over the stone wall towards the nearby woods.
The mage, who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, ducks back down behind the stone wall.
"Some of them are heading this way" quietly says Mira Reinholt the mage to the subaltern and the sergeant at arms who are on either side of him.
"Any idea how many councilor?" quietly asks the subaltern.
"A hell of a lot more than us" is the quiet reply of the mage who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque.
The spellcaster, who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands.
Until he was stripped of the vast majority of his powers when he went offworld through a rift/void spell he accidentally cast.
Quietly says to the subaltern and the sergeant at arms "They'll try and head around to the rear of the army".
Both Farqian soldiers nod to that, then the mage Reinholt, who is speaking elven, quietly says to them "We just have to get them going in the direction we want them to go".
The sergeant at arms, nods then quietly says "Councilor, may i?".
The spellcaster who also happens to be a highly skilled swordmaster nods his head yes.
And the sergeant quietly calls over a couple of the messengers, and gives them some orders.
Mira Reinholt faintly winces when hears those orders. But he doesn't say anything to counter them.
The Vexilian mage in exile, along with the sergeant at arms, and the subaltern.
Watch as the two teenage messengers, get up, climb over the stone wall, and hurry in the direction of the nearby woods.
The spellcaster who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque slightly nods his hooded head, when the sergeant at arms quietly says "Bait".
The once powerful mage, along with the subaltern and the sergeant at arms.
Pop their heads up, and look over the top of the wall, towards the nearby woods.
Where the combined army, predominantly made up of the forces of lord Gormica of Salmah Forest, and his twin brother, baron Wilmot of Pirtgott.
Are in battle with an army made up of the king's own, and allies to the crown and king of Melaurn.
And though the battle is mostly taking place on the otherside of the woods.
A fair few number of the enemy, are making their way through the woods, heading this way.
Hoping to outflank the army of the twin brothers Gormica and Wilmot. Who earlier in the summer, were at war with one another.
The mage, who is also a highly skilled swordmaster spots through the trees, some of the enemy who are hoping to get behind the army defending the province of Corlinda from the crown's forces.
Mira Reinholt, who prepares to create some mageglobes. Hopes the enemy give chase to the two teenage runners who are hurrying along the treeline.
As the small company with him behind the stone wall, out in a farmer's field.
Are far outnumbered by the number of enemy who are coming this way.
The exiled Vexilian mage knows that if the two runners are chased, and that the enemy forces follow after them.
That there's a substantial sized force in the combined armies of the provinces of Karricaw and Corlinda waiting for them.
To the south of the woods, Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit is on a small rise, he looks to his right, and quietly asks "Well?".
"There's still heavy fighting going on in there" replies Helbe the elven thief with a nod of his hooded head at the nearby woods.
The young elven noble who is from the island principality of Laerel, which is across the Kuyriers Straits from the kingdom of Melaurn, glances at his right shoulder.
Where Narladene the ground pixie, who is invisible to everyone apart from the elven masterthief, quietly tells him something.
Then the highly talented elven magic user, who like the halfling standing beside him, is a member of the personal council to lord Farque, says "A bunch of them are coming down the west side of the woods, heading this way".
The hobbit, who isn't exactly what he appears to be, nods his head, and says "Mira's got them heading this way" followed by "Good".
The halfling, who though is from the far east coast of the continent, the Sultanate of Dreese to be exact.
Though in actuality, he's really hordes barbarian outrider, from the southern tundra.
By the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who just happens to find himself inhabiting the body of the hobbit who is a former air sailor in the air fleet of the Sultan of Dreese.
Turns to a nearby officer in the first army of Farque and says to her "Have a messenger go down and inform lord Gormica that the enemy will be coming down from the west side of the woods as expected".
The officer nods and says "Yes councilor". Then she calls over one of the black clad runners in the scouts and rangers division of the first army of army, and gives the young teenage messenger the order.
"This should be interesting" quietly says Jarjin aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman.
As the enemy army, and their army, who are predominantly from the provinces of Karricaw and Corlinda.
Are fairly evenly matched when it comes to numbers from what Helbe the elven thief was able to determine.
The halfling who is a former air sailor in the air fleet of the Sultan of Dreese, looks away to the east.
Where the two armies are already engaged in battle.
The hobbit who is a member of the personal councilor to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Can't actually see the fighting going on over on that side of the woods.
Can definitely hear it, as another explosion comes from within that side of the woods.
And a couple of moments later, smoke and burning debris rise up into the sky.
On what's been a much cooler summer day that what it has been recently, here in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn.
"Here they come" quietly says Helbe the elven thief.
The young elven noble, who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, points to the west side of the woods.
Jarjin aka Zubutai Timaginson, nods his head as he looks that way, and spots a couple of black clad Farqian messengers running this way.
Two runners who are being pursued by the enemy, who are a mix of the king's own, and allies to the crown and king of Melaurn.
The enemy briefly stop, when they spot the army from the provinces of Corlinda and Karricaw, that hasn't already engaged in the battle that's going on, in and around the woods.,
The army from the capital Calinar, as well as the provinces of Calinar and Alindar, the two western most provinces in the kingdom of Melaurn.
Start to form ranks, as they prepare to charge the army that's waiting at the base of the rise, less than a quarter of a mile south of the woods.
At the base of the rise, lord Gormica of Salmah Forest, who is watching the enemy appear on the west side of the woods, form ranks.
Looks back, and up the rise, waiting for the signal from those who are observing things from up there.
The nobleman from the province of Karricaw, who finds himself at war with the crown and king of Melaurn.
Looks away to his left, and spots his twin brother Wilmot, the baron of Pirtgott.
Looking this way, where he's infront of some of his men, and others from the province of Corlinda.
The baron of Pirtgott nods to his twin brother, then looks ahead to where the enemy are coming around from the west side of the woods.
Who were hoping to come back around and take the combined army on the east side of the woods, who are already engaged in battle with the king's own, and the allies of the crown and king of Melaurn, from behind.
"My lord, there's the signal" says sir Deemus who is beside the lord of Salmah Forest.
The nobleman who recently led the province of Karricaw to victory in a war against the province of Corlinda.
Who now finds himself at war against the crown, and the king of Melaurn.
Looks back up at the rise, and sees the signal for him to give the order to charge whenever he wants to.
The Karricawian nobleman, looks at the approaching army who have made their way from around the west side of the woods.
Then he lifts up his left arm, drawing the attention of many in the combined armies from the provinces of Karricaw and Corlinda.
The lord of Salmah Forest waits a few more moments, then he drops his left arm.
"Charge!" shouts lord Gormica of Salmah Forest, which is repeated by officers up and down the front ranks in the army.
The nobleman from the province of Karricaw, who leads it along with the province of Corlinda against the crown and king of Melaurn.
Spurs his horse, and it along with all the other riders in the front ranks, surge forward to confront the enemy army.
The infantry, and other foot soldiers, take off running, following after the cavalry. Who are charging the enemy forces who are heading this way.
On what's been a relatively cool summer's day, here in northern Corlinda, in the west of the province.
Narladene the ground pixie has taken off, as Helbe the elven thief will go in search of whoever is in command of the enemy, who have come out of the west side of the woods, and headed south to confront the combined army that was waiting at the base of the rise.
The naturally magical creature who is originally from the Sunreach Mountains.
Who met prince Helbenthril Raendril and attached herself to him in the city of Leeabra, the capital of the kingdom of Druvic a number of years ago.
Is heading to the woods, over on the east side, where a significant force from the provinces of Karricaw and Corlinda have already engaged in the enemy army who have come down through the province of Moleau, and crossed over the border into the province of Corlinda.
She looks away to the west, just before there's one loud explosion, followed by a second.
At the rear of the ranks of the enemy army who have made their way from the west side of the woods, and made their way south.
The ground pixie nods her head, as she briefly watches the effects of the explosions caused by two mageglobes created by Mira Reinholt come to their end of their short existence.
The tiny winged creature looks ahead as she makes her way around to the east side of the woods.
When she suddenly senses something away to the north in the air.
The ground pixie rises up into the sky, and when she's a couple hundred feet up, she hovers there, looking away to the north.
Narladene narrows her eyelids as she looks northwards, and spots an airship in the distance, about fifteen miles away to the north, heading this way.
The naturally magical creature knows that the Farqian fleet, has been keeping the skies clear around the border between the provinces of Corlinda and Moleau.
Slowly nods her head, as she eventually recognises the small, sleek looking, single masted airship that's coming this way.
"He's back" murmurs Narladene the ground pixie, who drops back down, and heads back in the direction she's come from.
To go and find Helbe the elven thief, to inform him that the Quick Gull, and Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy has come back from the city of Calinar, the capital of the kingdom of Melaurn.
As she goes in search of the young elven noble she's attached to. Narladene wonders how things went for the spy Tanith in the capital city Calinar.
Hopefully successfully, the ground pixie thinks to herself as she goes in search of the elven masterthief who is now amongst the enemy as the two armies to the south of the woods, engage in battle . . . . . .