The Find 42.

Autumn.

In the north of the central region of the Southlands. Within the giant hole in the ground. In which lies the City of Ruins.
"What is it?" quietly asks Helbe the elven thief who has moved out of the ruins he was in, and is now on top of an ancient, and crumbling tower.
"Best if i go on ahead and check them out" is the quiet reply from Narladene the ground pixie who once again, is on the right shoulder of the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who she is attached to.
"Fine by me" is the quiet reply of the elven magic user who looks away to the southwest, and sees that there's still smoke rising up into the air from the downed airship.
"They're still that way" says the tiny winged creature who points in the direction she can sense the elven twins from the principality of Alínlae.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel nods his hooded head, then quietly says "I'll keep an eye out for anyone else going that way, or coming from there".
The naturally magical creature who is from the Sunreach Mountains nods, then she takes off.
While the highly talented elven magic user, who is blurred and shielded, remains on top of the ancient tower.
The ground pixie makes her way through the air, as it gets cooler late in the afternoon.
On what's been a cold autumn day here in the giant hole in the ground, in which is the ancient city of Dalphene, more commonly called the City of Ruins.
Narladene has only gone a couple hundred yards, when she senses something.
"Drats" mutters the tiny winged creature as one of the elven twins has just teleported away, taking a handful of others with him.
The ground pixie doesn't even bother going the way they went. She continues on to where she senses the other elven spellcaster who is Maygam's mercenary company.
The naturally magical creature drops down into the ground when she's close to a series of ancient, dilapidated buildings.
Narladene goes through the sandy ground, quicker than she does the air. And is soon beneath the ancient ruins, she senses one of the elven magic users in.
And from the vibrations she feels through the ground, she knows there's quite a few others with the nobleborn elf from the principality of Alínlae.
Then mindful of the warning that lord Farque gave her. Narladene pops her head up through the ground in the ancient ruins, as far from the elven spellcaster as possible.
About a three quarters of a mile back east, heading towards the ancient, crumbling tower that Helbe the elven thief is still up.
Lord Farque walks alongside Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy as more and more of the pit falls into shade as it gets later and later in the afternoon.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque is discussing something with the elven spy who hails from the principality of Alínlae.
With a frown upon his smooth, ageless face, Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy quietly says "Maybe" followed by "They sound vaguely familiar".
In response to a question from the large, heavily armoured deathlord as they follow behind Lisell Maera the scout, and Beldane the cleric.
"Hmmm nobleborn twins" murmurs Dalinvardèl Tanith, who more often than not, is called Dalin by the others in the group.
The spy Tanith with the frown still upon his youthful looking face, then asks the undead warlord "How old are they?" followed by "Do you know?".
Sensing away to the west, the lord of the death realm sourly smiles as he finds one of the elven twins in Maygam's company has teleported away when he senses for them.
Lord Farque who can sense the rate of a living being towards their natural death, quietly says "Over four hundred years old" followed by "Closer to four hundred and fifty".
"Born just after the war" muses Dalinvardèl Tanith, who winces then looks sharply at the undead being, and quietly says "Sorry".
The large, heavily armoured deathlord doesn't say anything to that, instead he asks "Well, do you?".
The elven spy racks his brain as he tries to recall any twins of that age, amongst the noble houses, both minor and major houses of his homeland, the principality of Alínlae.
One would think that elves, since they're not as proliferate as humans, or other races for that matter.
It would be fairly easy to identify nobleborn elven twins of a certain age in any particular principality.
But that's not necessarily so, as twins amongst elven families is quite common.
More so than you'd find in any human population found not just throughout the Southlands, but right across the world of Volunell.
"Don't recall any noble twins that age" quietly says the elven spy, who himself is just over three hundred years old, still fairly young for an elf.
Though not as young as Helbe the elven thief, who at two and a quarter centuries old.
Is very young for an elf, especially a royal elf. Who could potentially live to be over fifteen hundred years old.
Then Dalin who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of Alínlae, recalls a tidbit of information about some young twins who were sent into exile before he was born.
"Wait a moment" quietly says the spy Tanith, who like the undead warlord, is speaking the elven language.
As they climb over some rubble, Dalinvardèl Tanith continues with "Twin brothers from house Jilenthàl were sent into exile when they were young".
The elven spy who is a company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the lands Farque, then explains "Jilenthàl is one of the mid tier houses" followed "They used to be more prominent, but something happened, i don't know what, but they no longer hold the position amongst the Alínlae nobility they once did".
"These two are pretty powerful for elven magic users who aren't in a royal family" quietly says the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Dalin nods, then says "So i believe from the rumours i recall" followed by "Lolmildíll and Gilvanéllé i think are their names".
The spy Tanith continues on with "Whatever they did it must of been pretty bad" he then adds "Not often noble elves are sent into exile, especially considering they would of been really young when they got kicked out of the principality".
Nodding his full helmed head, lord Farque quietly says "Well, we've got names for them now, that's something i guess".
The undead warlord then quietly adds as they head westwards "Lolmildíll and Gilvanéllé".
Narladene the ground pixie is watching one of the twins, she quickly finds out which one it is, as she overhears a few of the mercenaries call him by his nickname, Lolm.
The naturally magical creature watches him from a distance. And doesn't find anything out of the ordinary about him.
Apart from him being a rather thin, even for an elf. And being quite pale. Though that's not too different than a lot of elves. As many of them are pale
The ground pixie after watching the elven noble from the principality of Alínlae, who is quietly speaking with a human woman by the name of Uren.
Recalls why she, and the rest of the group are here in the City of Ruins in the first place.
And that's to find someone, who turns out to be a mercenary in Maygam's company.
Now that Narladene has found a fair chunk of that particular company. She looks at all of those in the underground chamber, to see if they're here.
There's a little over forty people in the chamber, including Maygam himself.
And the naturally magical creature from the Sunreach Mountains looks at them one by one.
She soon finds out the one she, and the rest of the group are searching for, isn't here.
The tiny winged creature sourly smiles, then watches and listens as the mercenary captain speaks with Uren and the elven magic user named Lolm.
Narladene nods to herself as she hears that they're attempting to find the others in their company up here to the north of the neutral zone.
Who got separated from them yesterday afternoon when Jorkamin and his mercenary company entered the battle that was going on between Hamblett and Jarnok's companies.
The naturally magical creature who realises that the other twin, must of gone with a handful of others, to help search for the stragglers in their company.
Sinks back into the ground, and heads back to the ancient tower that she senses Helbe the elven thief is still up.
Looking back behind him to the east in the late afternoon light, of what's been a sunny, but cold autumn day here in the City of Ruins.
Helbe the elven thief spots the rest of the group heading this way.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who is blurred and shielded.
Knows that lord Farque is able to sense him. Indeed, the undead warlord who is a few hundred yards away, is looking at him up on the ancient tower.
Which was a guard tower in the ancient city of Dalphene, when it was a city on the otherside of the world.
Until it was brought here to the northern central region of the Southlands by the Greater Dragon Kor.
The highly talented elven magic user glances at his right shoulder as Narladene the ground pixie suddenly appears there.
"There's quite a few of Maygam's company there" quietly says the naturally magical creature who is attached to the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel.
"Unfortunately the one we're looking for isn't" adds the ground pixie from the Sunreach Mountains.
Narladene then informs the elven master assassin what else she discovered in the nearby underground chamber that Maygam's mercenary company are using.
"Seems we'll have to keep on looking" quietly says the elf who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
"We better go and tell the others" adds the young elven noble who is a member of the royal family that rules the principality of Laerel.
The elven masterthief then shifts away, heading back to where the rest of the group are coming this way.
Lord Farque orders a stop in one of the ancient ruins, a shell of a building, without a couple of walls, and no roof whatsoever.
The ancient building had a number of rooms and chambers. And the undead warlord is in one with the members of his personal council who are here with him in the pit.
While the rest of the group are out in two of the other rooms in the ancient building.
"You sure?" quietly asks lord Farque as he looks at Helbe the elven thief.
"Definitely" replies the elven princeling, while on his right shoulder, Narladene the ground pixie nods.
The undead being, who is also known by the name of Draugadrottin to the people of his lands, sourly grunts at hearing that.
"At least we know where the one we're after isn't" says Mira Reinholt the mage, who is crouching down, while next to him, Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit is sitting on some rubble.
"They may end up there if they're found by any of the others in the company" says the elven magic user who is the envoy for the armies of Farque.
"That's something i guess" says Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit as the light starts to fade, and the shadows take more effect across the pit, as the sun is starting to go down in the west.
On what's been a sunny and clear, but cold autumn day here in this region of the Southlands.
The large, heavily armoured deathlord who is standing in one of the remaining corners of the room looks away to the right.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril asks the undead warlord "What is it?".
"Fighting" is the reply of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who continues with "About quarter of a mile away to the northeast".
The elven master assassin carefully listens, then nods his hooded head in agreement, as he too hears the sound of fighting that way.
"So what should we do?" asks the once powerful mage who is from the city-state of Vexil, his homeland that he's in exile from.
"Wait close to that lot nearby, incase they find the one we're after and bring them back there" continues the mage Reinholt who then adds "Or continue our own search?".
The three council members, one human, one elf, and the other halfling.
Along with ground pixie on the right shoulder of the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel.
Look at the large, dark figure standing in the corner who is silent for a few moments before he speaks again.
"We continue our own search" says lord Farque who has the elven name of Des'tier, which translates to, The Destroyer.
"No use waiting around for that lot, only to have the one we're after killed elsewhere in the pit" continues the undead warlord.
Draugadrottin briefly pauses as he thinks of something, then he says "Though we will use that lot nearby".
Helbe the elven thief lifts an eyebrow, then slightly nods his hooded head when the lord and ruler of the lands Farque explains something.
"That other elven magic user took off with a small group of others" says the lord of the death realm, who follows that with "Gilvanéllé".
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque continues with "More than likely to find those who are lost from the rest of the company" who then adds "We'll follow after them".
"Which way did that elf and those with him go?" asks Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit.
"North" reply both lord Farque and Helbe the elven thief . . . . . .