Winter.
"You sure?" asks Mira Reinholt the mage who then yawns as they walk through the darkness before dawn.
"Definitely a number of their spies in the city" says Helbe the elven thief as they head north, away from the city of Kuradum.
"He tell you to kill them?" asks the once powerful mage, who nods his hooded head to where lord Farque is further infront of them.
"He told me to keep them alive" is the reply of the elven magic user, who then quietly adds "They could come in handy later on".
The human spellcaster, who is from the city-state of Vexil, nods his hooded head in understanding.
As they and the rest of the group except one walk through the early morning darkness, heading north away from the city.
"You will take command of a large portion of the third" says lord Farque.
Walking beside the undead warlord is Tamric Drubine, who says "Yes my lord".
"At least a battalion" states the large, heavily armoured deathlord, who then adds "Take Saanea with you" followed by "Have her keep in contact with Mira and Beldane".
"Helbe too?" asks the young noble originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
"That ain't going to happen" dryly says the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who follows that with "He'll get in contact with her, if he deems it necessary".
The undead being pauses for a moment, then after he glances back at the others, he quietly tells the young field commander "Take Lis with you, and".
Tamric Drubine, or Tam as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, hopes the lord of the death realm doesn't say Dorc, or for that matter, sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
He breathes a slight sigh of relief, when the undead warlord adds "The newbie Zam too".
Field commander Drubine nods, when the lord and ruler of the lands Farque quietly continues with "He's only just joined us, so make sure he stays alive".
Draugadrottin as he's also known by to the people of his lands, then dryly adds "Who fucking knows how important he is".
Indeed, Tam thinks to himself, who then heads to the right when the large, heavily armoured deathlord gestures in that direction.
As they continue walking through the predawn darkness, here a few miles to the northeast of the city of Kuradum.
Back in the line of march, the mage Reinholt, who has just said to his fellow spellcaster, Helbe the elven thief "Guess you'll be going off to do whatever you want?".
When he shouts "Fuck!" and goes to grab the elven masterthief, whose eyes roll back as he suddenly faints, and falls forward.
The Vexilian mage in exile catches the young elven noble before he hits the ground face first.
"Fuck, now what?" mutters lord Farque, who stops and looks back to see what's happened.
The undead being, who has the elven name of Des'tier, which means, The Destroyer. Sighs as he sees that Helbe the elven thief has fainted.
The large, heavily armoured deathlord, along with Tamric Drubine walk back to where the others have gathered around the unconscious elven master assassin.
"He's fine" says lord Farque, who then mutters in the ground pixie language "Stop fucking flapping around like that".
As a distressed Narladene the ground pixie is buzzing around his full helmed head.
As the tiny winged creature calms down, the undead warlord says in common "He'll wake up soon enough".
Then Draugadrottin mutters in the elven language "It better not be too important".
Then the lord and ruler of the lands of Farque snaps his fingers, and points at the unconscious elven master archer, and says in the ork language "Bring him".
Dorc da Orc sourly smiles, then he goes and grabs Helbe the elven thief to pick him up off the ground.
The large ork grunts in disappointment, when the undead warlord tells him in orkish "Gently cunt".
The ork warleader sighs, then lifts up the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who he drapes over his right shoulder.
While an invisible Narladene, curls her upper lip in disgust at the ork weaponsmith who is carrying the elven practitioner of magic she's attached to.
"Will his highness be alright?" asks Zam the ex mercenary as they get underway again, in the predawn darkness on a cold winter's morning.
"He's fine" says Tovis the war engineer, who follows that with "He just has the occasional ah fainting spell".
Which is true enough, the young engineer originally from the kingdom of Druvic thinks to himself.
The local Kuradian nods and takes that at face value. As he's yet to learn of the power of foresight that Helbe the elven thief has.
They make their way off the road, and go through a stand of trees. When they spot farmers and carters who are up early, are heading to market in the city. Appear in the distance on the road.
They make their way to the northern edge of the woods when the first rays of light of the false dawn start to appear away to the east.
On what's a cold winter's morning, here in this part of the city-state of Kuradum.
"We wait" says lord Farque after he's brought the group to a stop at the edge of the woods.
"Looks like his highness is about to wake up" quietly says Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven thief as Helbe the elven thief starts stirring.
Just then in the sky, a thousand feet up off the ground, there's a disturbance.
It's multi coloured, and it ripples across the sky, a good sixty feet wide, and even further in height.
Next thing it stabilises, and an airship appears through it in the sky that's starting to get brighter as dawn breaks this day.
It's an odd looking airship, sleek looking, with a flat deck, with the wheelhouse to aft. An airship without any masts too.
As the mastless airship drops down towards the ground, and more airships, these with masts, some warships, others transporters.
Start appearing in the early dawn sky through the giant ship rift.
Helbe the elven thief groans, then he gags as he gets a whiff of who has a hold of him.
Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy and Mira Reinholt the mage grab the elven magic user as Dorc da Orc shrugs him off his shoulder.
As the elven masterthief shakes his head to clear it as he's held upright by the spy Tanith and the mage Reinholt.
Lord Farque says "Saanea, Lis and you Zam, will go with Tam" he gestures at the airships that are coming down to land, and continues with "He'll command at least a battalion of the third" followed by "Maybe more".
"He can't" says a groggy sounding Helbe the elven thief after shaking his head again.
The undead warlord turns to look at the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who says to him in the royal elven language "We have to stick together as a group".
"Oh?" quietly says the lord and ruler of the lands Farque who in the same language adds "Why the fuck is that?".
"Because everything you've worked for over the last twenty five years since you found Dorc, will be for nought if we're not together as a group" says the highly talented elven magic user.
"This what your foresight just showed you?" asks the large, heavily armoured deathlord.
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel nods his hooded yes in reply to that.
"Fuck" mutters the undead being who has the elven name of Des'tier, which translates to, The Destroyer.
Then lord Farque asks "For how long?".
"The foreseeable future" is the reply from the elven princeling from Laerel.
"Fuck" mutters Draugadrottin again, who continues muttering with "There goes my fucking plans for this war".
As he was hoping to take command of this civil war here in the city-state of Kuradum.
Overseeing it from onboard the krean strikeship that's just landed nearby.
While having Tamric Drubine and a few others in the group, in at least one battalion of the third army of Farque that's just arrived.
While the others would of been spread out amongst the rest of the third army.
As they fight on behalf of the faction led by councilman Sammis in the war against the pretender, the self styled duke of Kuradum, councilman Hirrye.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque sourly smiles behind the faceplate of his full helm.
Then he asks the elven masterthief who is a member of his personal council "Anything else from your latest bout of foresight?".
"Nothing, just that" replies prince Helbenthril Raendril of Laerel.
"Thank the fucking gods for that" mutters lord Farque in a language that only he, and his family's sword, strapped across his back, understands.
Then switching to the common language so the entire group can understand what's being said.
The undead warlord says in a dry tone of voice "Change of fucking plans".
Mira Reinholt shares a look with Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit, then the two of them look at their fellow council member, Helbe the elven thief.
Who though a little unsteady on his feet, is able to stand without any assistance now.
Looking at the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, the once powerful mage asks him "What are the plans then?".
"I'm just working those out" mutters the lord of the death realm, who then says "Whatever they fucking are, we'll be sticking together as one group".
The mage Reinholt glances at Dorc da Orc, then sir Percavelle Lé Dic, before saying "Is that a good thing?" followed by "Especially in battle".
"Probably not" says Draugadrottin with a shrug of his broad, heavily armoured shoulders.
"But there you are" adds the undead warlord, who continues on with "Because that's what we're fucking doing".
As more of the airships start to land nearby. Beldane the cleric suddenly appears next to the group.
The fighting cleric originally from the kingdom of Nastell, went off to get the third army of Farque.
Who were waiting beyond the borders of Kuradam. To see if they would be needed, if the group were to be hired by one side of the conflict or the other.
"Did i miss anything?" asks Beldane the cleric.
"You could say so" says Mira Reinholt in a slightly dry tone of voice.
The powerful cleric who is a member of the church of Glaine, lifts an eyebrow when he hears that. He doesn't get to ask what's happening.
For lord Farque says "Come along then" followed by "I need to discuss things with the senior captain of the fleet, and the general".
"Dorc a fucken general" declares Dorc da Orc, quickly followed by "What you want to fucken knows?".
"Not you idiot" says the large, heavily armoured deathlord, who then sets off. Forcing the rest of the group to follow him.
A little while later, as the sun continues to rise in the east, on what's a cold winter's morning.
The group are onboard the krean strikeship, which lord Farque was intending to use as his command ship in the war between the two factions, here in the city-state of Kuradum.
While the undead warlord, along with field commander Drubine. And three of the members of lord Farque's personal council who are here.
They being Mira Reinholt, Jarjin Littlefoot and prince Helbenthril Raendril.
Discuss matters with the captain of the strikeship, and the general in command of the third army of Farque. In the captain's state room.
The rest of the group roam about the krean vessel. Well, Zam the ex mercenary roams about.
As he's never seen, or heard of an airship like this one before. Nor has ever seen, or heard of the krean before too.
After wandering about, the young Kuradian eventually finds the rest of the group in the galley.
With the exception of those meeting with the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
And Dorc da Orc, who is up on the deck of the krean strikeship. Who prefers it up there, than down in the warmth below deck.
"You know what we'll be doing?" asks Zam the ex mercenary after he takes a seat at one of the tables in the galley.
"We'll find out soon enough" is the reply of Tovis the war engineer, who then nods his head towards the nearby doorway, and adds "Infact even sooner".
As Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit, Helbe the elven thief and Mira Reinholt the mage.
Followed by Tamric Drubine the field commander, and lord Farque come through the doorway into the galley.
There's an expected moment of silence as those who have been waiting here in galley, look at the undead warlord.
Then the lord and ruler of the lands Farque says "Alright then, this is what we're going to do" . . . . . .
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