The Find 56.

Autumn.

The giant hole in the ground. The pit. The ancient city of Dalphene. The City of Ruins.
It's Helbe the elven thief who leads the attack. Not by killing anyone outright. But by casting some spells.
The advanced group from Hamblett's company have spread out. And many of them like the larger group who are following.
Have gone either to the north, or to the south. Instead of heading to the tunnels on the east side of where the large chamber that Maygam's company are using.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel. Concentrates upon those going north. For the simple reason those going south are going to run smack dab into the rest of the group.
Knowing that they will not survive an encounter against the bulk of the group.
The highly talented elven magic user, watches the mercs from Hamblett's company for a bit.
Before he looks up into the sky, and checking the position of the two moons that are still up this cold, autumn night.
He knows it's closer to dawn than it is the halfway position between the middle of the night, and the first light of the new day.
The blurred and shielded elven spellcaster, who is a member of the royal family that rules the principality of Laerel.
Is upon a lone column of one of the ruins that stood here in this part of the pit, until fairly recently.
The elven masterthief looks down and watches the dozen or so mercenaries from Hamblett's company. Hurrying by the column he's standing on top of.
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel glances at Narladene the ground pixie who is standing on his right shoulder.
The naturally magical creature who is attached to the elven master assassin, nods her head giving him the go ahead to cast.
The young elven noble from Laerel who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque.
Knows to be a bit cautious being so close to the elven twins Lolmildíll and Gilvanéllé. Who he is unable to sense, even though Narladene has informed him they're only a couple hundred feet away, underground in one of the nearby chambers in this part of the pit.
Helbe the elven thief casts an area effect spell. And faintly smiles as the twelve or so mercenaries in Hamblett's company walk quickly through it, one at a time.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user then looks back to the south. Trying to see what else he can do, to dissuade Hamblett's company from attacking the nearby chamber and tunnel system that Maygam's company have taken shelter in.
The elven masterthief then shifts away, safe in the knowledge that those of Hamblett's mercs who just went through his spell.
Will keep heading north, and only north, all the way into the daytime. Thinking that they've turned west sometime well before dawn.
Enjoy getting lost up north there, Helbe the elven thief thinks to himself after shifting to somewhere else.
Where he can cause more havoc, and damage upon Hamblett's mercenary company.
Who are trying to attack where Maygam's mercenary company have taken shelter in the hectic battle.
That's been going on here, in the northern half of the giant hole in the ground.
More commonly referred to as the pit. Which has within it the ancient city of Dalphene. Known far and wide as the City of Ruins.
Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy looks over the broken wall he and Lisell Maera the scout are behind.
The elf from the principality of Alínlae, who is now a company commander in the armies of Farque.
Has the advantage of his race's natural hearing and sight. Way more advanced than any human, especially at nighttime like now.
"To our right a bit" quietly says Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy in his native language.
"They're moving single file" continues the elven spy who serves in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group.
Ducks down and takes an arrow from his quiver, and puts it to his longbow. Next to him, Lisell Maera has already loaded her crossbow.
"You've got the first one" says the spy Tanith, the scout Maera nods her head in understanding. As she knows the elven spy is giving her the easiest target.
Drawing his longbow back to half pull, the company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque, quietly says "Almost here".
Lisell Maera or Lis as more often than not, she's called by those who know her well.
Gets up from the kneeling position she's in, and stands ready to shoot over the broken wall she and Dalin are behind at the moment.
While the elven spy who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses in his homeland of Alínlae.
Draws his longbow back fully, and quietly says to the scout in the armies of Farque "Now".
Lis stands upright, and clearly sees the movement up ahead to the right. The human scout quickly takes aim, and lets fly the bolt in her crossbow towards the center mass of whoever it is that's approaching.
The quarrel slams into the first mercenary in Hamblett's company coming in this direction.
He drops with a groan, while the merc behind him, doesn't even get the chance to lift his hands to his throat.
Where a yard long shaft, shot from the longbow of the spy Tanith. Has just slammed into, and gone out the otherside.
That mercenary drops to the ground too. And before the stunned mercenary directly behind him can do anything. Either shouting or yelling something to those behind him in the group moving in a single file.
Another yard long arrow goes flying from Dalinvardèl Tanith's weapon. Slamming into the chest of that merc, knocking him down backwards with ease.
Those further back who have seen what's just happened, start yelling, shouting and cursing, to get into, or behind cover.
"They've engaged with them" quietly says lord Farque, who then nods his full helmed head in reply to Mira Reinholt the mage asking "Who?" followed by "Dalin and Lis?".
The undead warlord gestures forward when Tamric Drubine looks back at him.
The young field commander in the armies of Farque, who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
Hurries ahead, with his lover, Saanea the witch by his side.
Following quickly behind them is Shur Kee the monk, Tovis the war engineer, then Beldane the cleric.
"Send a mageglobe that way" the large, heavily armoured deathlord tells the once powerful mage who is a member of his personal council.
The undead being who also has the name of Draugadrottin, that the people of his lands know him by then says "You'll be fine".
He continues on with "Those two elves won't know where you are" the lord and ruler of the lands Farque then adds "They'll just figure there's a rogue mage somewhere around here".
"That's if they don't know already" quietly says Mira Reinholt the mage, who like the lord of the death realm, is speaking elven.
The spellcaster who also happens to be a highly skilled swordmaster, something almost unheard of when it comes to practitioners of magic, especially amongst human casters of spells.
Creates a mageglobe in his gloved right hand. Which he then flings up into the cold night air.
Then with Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit by his side, the mage from the city-state of Vexil, hurries forward into the night.
"Not yet cunt" quietly says lord Farque in the ork language as Dorc da Orc is about to hurry after the others.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic pauses as his bitter rival has stopped, and remains by the undead warlord's side.
"Go with the others Percy" states the large, heavily armoured deathlord in the common language to the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic.
"Righto my lord" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic who then chuckles as he sees his bitter rival looks more than a little annoyed that he has to remain behind with the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
The ork general in the armies of Farque sourly smiles as he watches the large, heavily armoured knight hurry ahead to help the others.
Then Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, turns to the lord of the death realm who says "Give me that here".
And before the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world can protest, Draugadrottin takes the magetube off the ork weaponsmith.
The large ork scowls as large, heavily armoured deathlord hefts the magetube up onto his right shoulder with the other one already there.
Then in one of the odd, and very rare moments in his life. Where there's a moment's clarity in usually wild, and frankly crazed mind.
Dorkindle is pretty sure it should be impossible for lord Farque to even lift one of the magetubes.
Let alone have two of the large, heavy magical weapons balanced on his right shoulder.
As soon as that quick thought pops into the ork warleader's head, it disappears.
And the crazed, and psychotic mind of the ork general goes back to thinking it's normal thoughts. Like killing people. Then eating them. Sometimes in that order too.
"Hand over that cunt too" says the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who has the elven name of Des'tier.
Which translates to common as, The Destroyer.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world is only too glad to hand over the unconscious wizard Darmos. Who the undead warlord slings over his left shoulder.
Then the lord of the death realm nods his full helmed head away to their right, and says in orkish "That way cunt".
Dorkindle's eyebrow ridges shoot up, and he gives a questioning grunt. Because that's not the way the others have gone.
"Listen and smell" quietly says the large, heavily armoured deathlord.
That's exactly what the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks does.
"Get some" murmurs Dorc da Orc, who then nods in understanding to why the lord and ruler of the lands Farque has told him to go in that direction.
The large ork heads off to the right, leading the way, with the undead warlord following right behind him.
"What is it?" asks Helbe the elven thief who looks to the south as Narladene has pointed off in that direction.
"Mageglobe" says Narladene the ground pixie, who then dryly adds "Mira".
The highly talented elven magic user wryly smiles then says in a tone to match his smile "It's not coming up this way is it?".
"No" is the reply of the naturally magical creature who is originally from the Sunreach Mountains.
"There" says the ground pixie who points again to the south of where the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, is perched upon a mound of rubble, dirt and sand.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user nods his hooded head as he spots in the distance a small ball of blue light weaving amongst some of the ruins to the south.
"Poor bastards" murmurs Helbe the elven thief as he thinks of whoever is going to receive that.
Then the elven master assassin spots more of Hamblett's company approaching.
These ones haven't turned either north or south. But are coming directly towards some of the tunnels.
One of which, the entrance of is in mound that the elven masterthief is on top of at the moment.
The highly talented elven magic user waits for them to get closer before he takes action.
Looking behind him as he hears something approaching, Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy frowns, then he says "Down" followed by "Mageglobe".
Next to him, Lisell Maera the scout grimaces and drops to the ground, while the spy Tanith does likewise.
The small ball of blue light, about the size of an apple passes over them and the half broken wall they're behind.
Dalin and Lis look at one another as nothing happens for a few moments. And the scout Maera is just about to say something when they hear a high pitched screeching sound, following by what sounds like a long clap of thunder.
Through the gaps in the broken wall, they see flashes of blue and white light.
The scout and the company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque share another look.
Then as Tamric Drubine the field commander and Saanea the witch approach them from the direction the rest of the group are.
They get up off the ground, and look over the broken wall they've been firing at Hamblett's company from.
"Well, that took care of them" dryly says Lisell Maera the scout as they see whisps and tendrils of what looks like lightning snaking over the ground and rubble, before it disappears.
There's quite a few more bodies lying dead now, compared to the ones that Lis and Dalin have shot.
Then as field commander Drubine and the witch Saanea join them, the spy Tanith quietly says "Well i guess everyone in the immediate area knows we're here after that".
Lis along with Tamric Drubine and Saanea the witch nod in agreement, as that thunder clap from the mageglobe coming to the end of it's short existence.
Would of been heard across quite a lot of this part of the pit, to the north of the so called neutral zone of the City of Ruins, on this cold, autumn night . . . . . .