To War 98.

Summer. The Corlinda Corner.

"What should we do with him?" asks Heinë the sorceress, who then yawns as she looks at the enemy officer she captured yesterday.
"Fucken send the cunt back" says Dorc da Orc who interrupts Tovis the war engineer, before he can answer the Farqian spellcaster's question.
"On one of 'em cunts" adds the large ork with a nod of his head out the tower door at the nearest trebuchet.
The prisoner sees this, and promptly faints. Falling off the small seat he's sitting on, here in the upper room of the northwest tower of castle Measum.
"Dorc!" admonishes Tovis the war engineer, while the ork warleader bursts out laughing.
Meanwhile the ork weaponsmith's bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic. Sourly smiles as he looks on from across the room from the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
The young engineer, who commands the engineering corp of the first army of Farque, shares a look with the sorceress, then his adjunct, and finally Shur Kee the monk.
While Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, and a Farqian ranger.
Pick up the unconscious prisoner, and sit him back on the stool. Leaning him back against the wall behind him.
"I suspect lord Measum will also want to send him back the way the general suggested" quietly, and dryly says the sorceress Heinë in the elven language.
The war engineer, who hails from the kingdom of Druvic, nods in agreement with the subaltern.
For when the powerful spellcaster captured the enemy officer yesterday during the battle.
Simply by levitating him up and across the moat to the top of the west wall of castle Measum.
When he got too close to the large castle that's been the ancestral home to the Measum family for centuries.
They found out when Heinë read his mind. That castle Measum had been promised to one of the nobles from the province of Olind if, and when it was captured.
A nobleman who is known to be the dowager queen's most ardent supporter in that particular province.
"I can't blame him really, i guess" says the war engineer, who previously served in the army of a baron Harkonin in the east of his homeland, the kingdom of Druvic.
"Taking his castle, and giving it to someone else" adds Tovis with a shake of his head.
What makes it even more galling for lord Measum. Is that the nobleman from the province of Olind that's been promised his family's castle.
Isn't even here, trying to take it. It's mainly his vassals, and other nobles from the provinces of Moleau, and Mofosild.
Who are here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda, in the area known as The Corlinda Corner to locals. Trying to take the largest castle in all of southern Melaurn.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, gets himself under control.
Then after another chuckle or two, he looks over at his bitter rival, and says to him "Hey knight cunt".
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic tries to ignore the large ork, but he can't. And he looks over at the warleader of the ork race.
"You know all about that 'eh cunt?" says the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
Who nods out the tower door, at the catapult not far from the nearest trebuchet, and he adds "You flying from one of 'em eh cunt".
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world starts laughing again as he says "Wheeeeeeeee goes the knight cunt through the air" followed by "Then splat on that fucken river".
As Dorkindle doubles over laughing, and Shur Kee the monk slightly grimaces.
As he was there at the time in a village, high up the Sunrise Mountains well over fifteen years ago, that the large ork is talking about.
The former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
Just stares at his bitter rival the ork weaponsmith. Then the nobleborn knight turns, and walks out the other tower door, onto the north wall parapet.
The member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che, walks away along the top of the north wall of castle Measum.
As the sun continues to rise in the east on another summer's day, here in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn.
"Bitch" loudly murmurs Dorc da Orc between chuckles after his bitter rival exits the tower room, and walks away.
"Do you mind Dorc?" says Tovis the war engineer in a disapproving tone of voice.
"Nah, Dorc don't fucken mind" is the reply from the ork warleader who is a general in the armies of Farque.
"The fucken cunt deserved it" continues the son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
"Me just fucken pissed after all these years, the cunt hit the water in that river" says Dorkindle who follows that with "And not all the fucken ice".
The ork weaponsmith shakes his head in disappointment, then mutters in disgust "The lucky fucken cunt".
The young engineer, who is a captain in the armies of Farque, who is in command of the engineering corp of the first army of Farque.
Who is also in command of the defence of the large castle, that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
Rolls his eyes, as he's heard all about how Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic were on opposite sides of a battle many years ago. And that's how their bitter rivalry began.
This is mostly correct. But infact, it began a couple of months earlier. In a tournament in the city of Eweteets.
Where they met in a Grande Melee, where the large ork defeated the then paladin.
And where Dorkindle first took the magical sword of knockdown off the nobleborn knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
"Well, we've got all the useful information out of him" says Heinë the sorceress in the elven language as she looks over at the unconscious prisoner.
"Might as well get rid of him" adds the powerful spellcaster who is a subaltern in the armies of Farque.
"Either the general's way, or any other way" continues the attractive looking practitioner of magic from the lands Farque.
"It's up to you captain" says Heinë, who is a subaltern in the first army of Farque.
The young engineer nods, then looks at Shur Kee the monk who says to him "I gather you are discussing what to do with the prisoner?".
Switching to the common language, Tovis the war engineer says "We are".
He continues on with "Still haven't decided yet".
"Friend Dorc is right" says the short, statured monk who is from the far east coast of the continent.
The eyebrows of the Druvician war engineer shoot up in surprise when he hears that from the physical adept.
As he was not expecting to hear Shur Kee agree with Dorc da Orc concerning the enemy officer the sorceress Heinë captured yesterday.
"Oh" says the monk who is an honorary member of lord Farque's personal council, when he sees the look on the face of the young engineer.
"I did not mean, do exactly what friend Dorc suggested" says the acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li.
Tovis nods in relief at hearing that. While a grunt of disappointed comes from Dorc da Orc.
Who started listening to what was being said when he heard his name being mentioned.
"But friend Dorc is correct" says the short, statured monk wearing the strange white clothing. And has his odd, conical shaped hat on his head.
With a nod at the still unconscious prisoner, Shur Kee says "He should be gotten rid of".
The physical adept from the kingdom of Wah Lee, which is all the way on the otherside of the continent from the Southlands, and the kingdom of Melaurn.
Then tells the young engineer originally from the kingdom of Druvic "Morale amongst the enemy will fall at his demise".
Shur Kee who is the living incarnation of the Jade Warrior, Bru Li. Or to be exact, the living conduit of the Jade Warrior's powers.
Continues with "I understand he is of some importance amongst the enemy?".
"He is indeed councilor, he's effectively their subcommander" says Heinë the sorceress, who then adds "Even though there's some other noble from Olind who has the actual position of subcommander amongst that lot attacking us".
The short, statured monk, who has been away from his homeland of Wah Lee, for more than half of his life, nods.
Then he says to the commander of the engineering corp in the first army of Farque "See what i mean friend Tovis?".
The honorary member of lord Farque's personal council then adds "It will affect their ability to attack us".
"I agree captain" says the attractive Farqian spellcaster who can be temperamental at times.
"They pulled back fairly early yesterday afternoon" adds the fairly powerful sorceress, who follows that with "And they didn't attack us at all during the night".
The subaltern glances out of the nearest tower door, and continues with "The sun is rising, and there's no sign of attack yet this morning".
She then nods at the unconscious prisoner slumped on a small stool, and says "I'm pretty sure because we've captured him".
Tovis the war engineer nods his head in agreement, then he says "This is all true".
The commander of the engineering corp in the first army of Farque, continues on with "The only problem i see is if we do get rid of him, they might take that as a signal to fall back for good, and move on".
The young engineer who previously served in the army of a baron Harkonin in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
Before he joined the group that travels with the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Then says to the subaltern, and the honorary member of lord Farque's personal council "Remember we don't want that, we want to keep them occupied here at the castle".
Both Shur Kee the monk, and Heinë the sorceress nod in agreement with the Druvician born war engineer.
"They won't" says Dorc da Orc who is squatting near the enemy officer who is unconscious.
"You cunts think too much" adds the warleader of the ork race who is a general in the armies of Farque.
"Me bet them fucken cunts out there, will fucken stay here, and attack us even more" adds the son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
His mother who he killed in a violent and brutal fight between the two of them.
Which was the only thing to do really, considering she was doing her best to kill him.
Before Tovis the war engineer can ask the ork weaponsmith how?.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world gets up saying "Fucken watch this".
Dorkindle growls at Teabagger the Goblin Cunt to get out of the way.
Then the large ork grabs the unconscious prisoner, slings him up onto his right shoulder.
Then makes his way out of the tower door on the left, and out onto the parapet of the west wall of the large castle, that's been the ancestral home of the family of the local lord for centuries.
"Quick, after him" says Tovis the war engineer to the others in the tower room near the top of the northwest corner tower of castle Measum.
The ork general growls at those in his way, to move. As he walks along the top of the west wall of the large castle.
People are quick to get out of the way of the ork warleader who is carrying an unconscious enemy officer over his right shoulder.
With the others who were in the tower room with him, trailing behind the large ork.
Dorkindle heads for the nearest set of steps, that will take him down off the west wall of castle Measum.
As the sun continues to rise in the east, on what looks like it's going to be another fine and sunny summer's day, here in The Corlinda Corner.
After a quick look away to the west at the position of the enemy army this morning.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, heads down a set of steps, and makes his way off the wall.
The warleader of the ork race looks at both the catapult and trebuchet behind the north half of the west wall.
He has a brief think about it. Which consists of a number of the voices in his head all yelling at each other, and at him.
Before he makes up his mind, and heads to the trebuchet.
After dropping the enemy officer on the ground, who groans as he's waking up.
Dorkindle speaks with the crew from the engineering corp who are manning the massive war machine they brought with them to castle Measum.
The crew chief lifts an eyebrow as he listens to the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
Then he looks over at his commander, captain Tovis. Who has just come down off the west wall, and his standing nearby.
After the war engineer originally from the kingdom of Druvic slightly nods to him, the crew chief says to the large ork "What exactly do you want general?".
"That cunt, there" says Dorc da Orc who points at what wants done.
"So he fucken go there" adds the ork warleader who points again.
The crew chief eyebrows shoot up, then a brief pause he adds "We'll have to take the payload off we've got ready in it".
"Me know" says Dorkindle, who continues "Me know how it fucken works" followed by "So get fucken busy".
A little while later, and the prisoner is attached by his left leg, to the chain and rope, that's usually around a netting loaded with everything from rocks to barrels. Or tied around a large boulder.
The rope is loosely around the left leg of the enemy officer. Who is dazed after waking up, and is wondering what's happening.
As they stand back, Dorc da Orc says "Farque has done this" as he points at the prisoner lying there on the ground. Blinking, as he tries to figure out what's happening.
There's a pause from those watching, then Tovis the war engineer says "He has?".
The large ork grunts "Yes" followed by "At that big fucken war years ago".
He briefly pauses as he tries to recall the name of exactly where, then he says "At Vexil" the ork weaponsmith then adds "That's how he got into the fucken city".
The ork general shakes his head, then loudly mutters "He have all the fucken fun, goin' flyin' like that".
There's silence from the others, especially the Farqians. All of whom have heard about their lord and the ork warleader in the battle of Vexil. And how they met Mira Reinholt the mage there.
Though this is the first time they've heard this detail about their time during the largest war in the last four and a half centuries in the Southlands.
And before they can even contemplate it, Dorc da Orc shouts to the trebuchet crew "Fucken go!".
The enemy prisoner screams as he's dragged along the ground backwards, lifted up in the air by the fulcrum affect of the massive war machine, and launched up and away from castle Measum.
After chuckling in delight, Dorkindle says to Tovis the war engineer "They gonna attack" followed by "They gonna be pissed when that cunt goes splat on the fucken road out there".
The next moment, there's a collective roar of outrage from the enemy, that even the humans down behind the west wall of the large castle can hear.
"Fucken told ya" says the ork general in the armies of Farque . . . . . .