To War 116.

Summer. The City Of Calinar.

Mira Reinholt the mage looks away to his left down the main street that goes through this part of the city of Calinar, the capital of the kingdom of Melaurn.
The once powerful mage, who is from the city-state of Vexil, and is now a member of the personal council to lord Farque.
Looks across the street, and spots Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy walk from a lane over there.
The elven spy who hails from the principality of Alínlae, who is now a company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Sees the Vexilian mage in exile, and crosses the road and joins him.
The two cloaked figures stand back in the shade along the front of some of the shops here, as they look to the left, southwards along the main street in this part of the city.
"Anything?" quietly asks Mira Reinholt the mage in the elven language.
"Carriages and an escort of riders have come in" is the quiet reply of Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy in the same language.
The elven spy who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland, Alínlae.
Pauses as a couple of people walk by them, after they're out of hearing, the spy Tanith quietly adds "It's definitely her".
The spellcaster, who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, nods his hooded head, then quietly says "We wait".
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, nods in agreement with councilor Reinholt.
Then after he looks away to the right, northwards along the street, the direction the Palace of the King is.
The elven spy, along with the human practitioner of magic look southwards, and wait.
Nearby, in the three storey building not far from the palace, that's used as a safehouse by the Farqian forces who happen to be in the city.
Beldane the cleric quietly says "It's definitely them" he briefly pauses before adding "Well, i should say her".
Next to the fighting cleric, the prisoner, general Sumic nods in agreement.
Then the powerful spellcaster who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell, says "Let's go back to the other room".
The two of them, prisoner and captor, make their way from the corner room, here on the third storey building.
And head along the hallway, until they get to the room, that offers them the best view of the nearby palace.
Which is just a couple of streets over from the safehouse, predominantly used by Farqian spies.
In the room opposite the Palace of the King, the powerful cleric and the enemy general stand near the windows, waiting for what will soon happen.
General Sumic who knows he may very well have a part to play in what's about to happen, quietly says "In the grounds itself?".
"In the palace itself" is the reply of the member of the church of Glaine, a god predominantly worshiped in the north of the kingdom of Nastell.
Beldane nods to the main building in the palace grounds, as he says "Maybe in the court itself".
Sumic, who is a general in the King's Own, who isn't privy to all of today's plans, lifts his eyebrows in surprise at that.
"We'll just have to wait and see, at what he finds out" says the cleric in the halfplate armour referring to Helbe the elven thief.
Inside the main building of the Palace of the King, Narladene the ground pixie pops up through the floor of the massive chamber where the king's court is held.
The naturally magical creature looks around, and spots the hooded figure next to one of the many columns that run down the chamber on either side.
A hooded figure, that only she can see, who no one else in the chamber knows is here.
"They're heading this way" quietly says Narladene the ground pixie after she lands upon the right shoulder of the hooded figure leaning against the side of one of the columns.
"She should be here fairly soon" adds the tiny winged creature who is from the Sunreach Mountains.
"Good" murmurs Helbe the elven thief with a nod of his hooded head.
The shielded and blurred elven magic user quietly continues with "This lot is just getting back from the midday break".
As people are slowly filing into the the massive chamber where the king holds court.
"Will she come here after her journey from down south?" murmurs the ground pixie who is attached to the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel.
"Who knows?" quietly says the elven masterthief with a shrug of his shoulders.
"But I'll make sure she does" quietly adds the member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, then adds "Besides, she might come here on her accord when she finds out the main topic of what they've been discussing so far today".
Narladene nods in agreement with that, and she does so again when the highly talented elven magic user quietly tells her "Go and check if the others are in position before she gets here".
The naturally magical creature attached to the elven master assassin jumps off his right shoulder, and dives into the floor.
While the elven princeling from Laerel continues to wait in the massive chamber, as people continue to come back in before court gets underway again for the day.
Being the taller of the two, Dalinvardèl Tanith can see more easily down the long street, that goes through this part of the city.
The elven spy who hails from the principality of Alínlae who is looking southwards, glances to his right.
As he hears a quiet, but familiar voice say between him and Mira Reinholt "They're almost here, get ready".
"How far?" quietly asks Mira Reinholt the mage.
"Not far" is the quiet reply from Narladene the ground pixie who is invisible to the spy Tanith and the mage Reinholt.
There's a brief pause from the tiny winged creature, who then says "There they are now".
The elven spy who is a company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Looks away to the south, and in the distance, almost three quarters of a mile away.
He spots the riders who have just made their way onto the street, from the connecting street that goes straight to the south gates of the city.
"They're here alright" says Dalin as he sees a couple of carriages turn onto the long street, followed by more riders.
The spellcaster who is in exile from his homeland of Vexil, quietly murmurs "I could just end it all by blowing her up in her carriage".
Though Dalin doesn't necessarily disagree with that, he does says to the practitioner of magic "Killing her like that, wouldn't accomplished what we're trying to achieve".
"I know" quietly says the spellcaster who was once more powerful than any other mage, to be found anywhere in The Southlands.
Until he accidentally cast a rift/void spell that sent him offworld, where the vast majority of his powers were stripped from him.
"Unfortunately" dryly adds the exiled Vexilian mage.
Almost leaning out of one of the open windows, as he tries to look southwards.
Beldane the cleric quietly says "I think they've got here".
"A  couple of carriages?" asks General Sumic, who continues with "She always travels with a pair of carriages".
"Yeah two carriages" says the fighting cleric, who isn't a member of the armies of Farque.
But he is a member of the group that travels with lord Farque.
Then he adds "They're coming up the street now".
As he leans out the window too, and looks south, the enemy general nods his head as he spots the riders and two carriages in the distance.
On the long street, that heads all the way up here, to where the Palace of the King is located.
Then the prisoner, who is the highest ranking commoner in the king's court.
Slightly frowns as he's sure he hears a tiny voice, female at that too. Speaking with the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine.
The general in the King's Own, doesn't know what was said.
But after he's sure the tiny female voice is gone, Beldane the cleric quietly says to him "Time to get ready" followed by "She's almost here".
In the main building in the palace grounds, Helbe the elven thief watches the city lord, Tulbart.
One of the more influential and important nobles, not just here in the capital Calinar, but in all of the kingdom of Melaurn.
Has cooled down somewhat after returning to the capital early this morning, finding his townhouse almost completely destroyed.
And nearly all of his garrison here in the port city, wiped out after his residence was attacked just before dawn by Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, in retribution for what happened yesterday.
Though the prominent city lord has cooled down somewhat from this morning.
He still looks to be annoyed with things, and not just because his townhouse was attacked.
The proceedings at court so far today have not be to lord Tulbart's liking.
As a suggestion of the war in the south of the kingdom should come to an end has been put forth.
A suggestion that the king himself has allowed to be discussed when it was put forth.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user walks behind the columns, and makes his way forward.
At one end of the massive chamber, there's a number of seats, where the nobility sit. Seats that face the raised throne, where the king sits when he's at court.
Behind the seats, stands the public, both court officials and palace workers and servants.
The public who attend court, are usually those who work here in the palace grounds, when they have a bit of free time.
It's rare that the public from elsewhere get to come into court.
It's only when important declarations are made from the crown and king. That the wider public are allowed to attend court.
Most recently just a few weeks ago, when the crown announced it was going to war against sir Gormica of Salmah Forest.
The nobleman from the province of Karricaw, who was accused of expanding the border war between the provinces of Karricaw and Corlinda into neighbouring provinces.
The young elven noble stops next to one of that last pillars on this side of the chamber.
Where he watches sir Tulbart take a seat. The influential city lord is seated with others who are more loyal to the crown than they are to the king. While other lesser nobles, stand behind that faction at court.
The elven masterthief then waits for the king of Melaurn to show up so that court can resume.
As he does, Narladene the ground pixie appears on his right shoulder, and quietly tells him "Almost here" followed by "Just coming up the street now".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril nods his hooded head, then continues to wait here in the massive chamber where the court of the king of Melaurn is held.
Mira Reinholt the mage and Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy watch the riders and the pair carriages go by.
The Vexilian mage in exile, and the spy originally from the elven province of Alínlae share a look.
Then the two of them start walking, as the riders and carriages aren't moving that quickly.
They keep pace with them, as they head up the long street, to the Palace of the King.
Looking out the windows of the third storey room they're in.
Beldane the cleric, and the enemy prisoner, general Sumic.
Watch the progress of the riders and the two carriages coming up the long street to the left.
The two of them spot the mage Reinholt and the spy Tanith on this side of the street, following just behind the carriages and riders.
The fighting cleric from the kingdom of Nastell, glances at the prisoner.
The enemy general in the King's Own, nods his head to confirm that it's who they've been waiting for.
Then the two of them watch the riders, and the carriages, make it's way to the palace grounds, that's just a couple of streets away, opposite the three storey building they're in.
Out of the corner of his right eye, Helbe the elven thief sees Narladene the ground pixie tilt her head to one side, then she quietly tells him "They're just coming through the gates now".
"Good" quietly says the elven princeling from Laerel with a nod of his hooded head.
"And even better" quietly adds the elven master assassin just as king Harmard the Third enters the massive chamber, and takes a seat on the throne so that today's session of court can get underway again . . . . . .