Winter.
Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy follows the merchant down the street.
The battalion commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque watches the man enter a shop.
The spy Tanith walks by the shop, here in the town of Gosmar, which lies in the east of the city-state of Kuradum.
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Continues down the street on what's a cold winters morning in this part of Kuradum.
He's posing as a mercenary, from one of the companies based here, in the service of councilman Hirrye's forces.
The spy who hails from the elven principality of Alínlae, makes his way through Gosmar.
Until he gets to the backdoor of building, which opens for him as he approaches it.
Zam the ex mercenary closes the door after Dalin enters. And the young man from the city of Kuradum, follows the elven spy upstairs.
"He's there" says Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy once he and Zam join the others in one of the upstairs rooms, in an otherwise empty building.
Lord Farque nods his full helmed head, then quietly says to the others "We wait".
They don't have to wait long, as Helbe the elven thief appears out of thin air just a short while later.
"That's where this line ends" says Helbe the elven thief, who continues with "If he ends up here when he returns, we'll know".
The undead warlord nods his full helmed head, then says "Good" he then adds "Let's go" followed by "We've got other things to do".
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel nods his hooded head, then looks over at Beldane the cleric, and tells him "Go ahead" followed by "No one will know".
A few moments later and a gateway forms in the middle of the room, and with Helbe the elven thief leading the way, the group goes through, heading to somewhere else in the city-state of Kuradum.
"Their encampment was about two miles further east my lord" says a subcommander in the armies of Farque a short while later.
"They've been bogged down for the last little while" adds the subcommander, who continues with "Finding it rough going down on that road there".
The large, heavily armoured deathlord nods his full helmed head, and glances around the tree he's behind, and looks down to the road about fifty yards below.
There a column of the enemy, based here in the south of the city-state of Kuradum, have halted as they try to get some of their stuck wagons going again.
"They send any scouts or pathfinders up here?" quietly asks lord Farque, who like the subcommander, is speaking in elven.
"Just a couple" replies the officer in the infantry of the armies of Farque, who then adds "Same on the otherside".
The subcommander then says "They didn't spot us" followed by "They only made a token effort at looking".
The disapproving tone the Farqian officer says that in, is evidence of what he thinks of the enemy and their efforts.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque is a little annoyed that he's unable to break up the group, and task certain members to do various things in the war against councilman Hirrye's forces, here in the city-state of Kuradum.
The warning from Helbe the elven thief's forethought that the group must stay together.
Is making things a little bit more difficult and slower than he was hoping, when they first got involved in the war between the two factions that want to rule Kuradum.
The lord of the death realm was hoping to have Tamric Drubine the field commander and a few others in the group, only concentrate on the military effort here in the city-state.
While he oversaw the total effort, and others like Helbe the elven thief, Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, went about and did other things, and not get involved in any battles at all.
"Half in half?" quietly asks the undead being who is also known by the name of Draugadrottin to the people of his lands.
"Yes my lord" is the reply of the Farqian army officer, who in a slightly dry tone of voice, adds "They've got their mercenaries following the wagon line of all things" followed by "Even those few who are mounted".
The undead warlord nods his full helmed head, as the enemy down on the road below, are predominantly foot soldiers, those both in the army loyal to councilman Hirrye, and the mercenaries they've hired for their cause.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque continues to look down the snow covered hill at the enemy on the road below.
"They'll make a mistake soon enough" quietly says Draugadrottin, the subcommander in his armies, nods in agreement with the undead warlord.
And sure enough, just a short while later. Some in the enemy column below. Too impatient to get going again. Start making their way forward.
Predominantly those in the army loyal to councilman Hirrye. As most of them are infront of the stuck wagons.
"Look at that, they're bunching up for us" says the undead being who has the elven name of Des'tier. Which means, The Destroyer.
"Subcommander you have command of the battle" says the deathlord of Farque.
"As my lord wills it" says the subcommander, who then bows to his lord, before he heads further back into the trees.
Draugadrottin continues to watch the enemy down on the road below for a few more moments.
Then he too turns around, and heads back amongst the trees, and makes his way to where the rest of the group are waiting.
"Go and take anyone you think is important before the subcommander gives the order to attack" says Des'tier to Helbe the elven thief.
The young elven noble who is originally from the island principality of Laerel, nods in understanding.
"Are we going to get involved?" quietly asks Tamric Drubine.
"We watch for now" states the large, heavily armoured deathlord, followed by "Come along then".
The group with the exception of Helbe the elven thief, make their way through the trees.
To a vantage point, where they can observe the attack upon the enemy column.
By the time they get to the edge of the trees, the subcommander has already given the order.
And the attack on the enemy column down below, has already got underway.
On what's a cold winters morning, here in the south of the city-state of Kuradum.
Arrows and bolts fly from the hidden positions of Farqian forces on both sides of the road.
Soldiers loyal to councilman Hirrye, and mercenaries who have been hired to fight for their cause.
Drop to the ground, as one after the other, arrows and bolts slam into them.
"Stay there cunt" says lord Farque without looking around.
"You as well Percy" adds the undead warlord.
Dorc da Orc along with his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic, sourly smile as they stand there, watching the battle progress.
Now that the Farqian subcommander has given the order to advance. And black clad soldiers run out from the trees on both sides of the road, and head down the snow covered hills towards the enemy column.
Well, those of the enemy still standing, as dozens and dozens of them have been dropped by arrows and bolts, shot at them by Farqian archers.
Helbe the elven thief suddenly appears next to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
At the feet of the highly talented elven magic user, lies a couple of bodies. A closer look shows that they're unconscious.
One is an officer in the local Kuradian army loyal to councilman Hirrye. Who fancies himself the duke of Kuradum.
The other is a foreign mercenary captain. A pretty well off one at that if appearances are anything to go by.
As his armour and weapons are of good quality, infact they're excellent quality.
The same can be said about his clothing. Especially his thick fur lined cloak.
As the first of the Farqian soldiers make it down to the road, and are amongst the enemy who remain capable of fighting.
Helbe the elven thief says "The company commander" as he points at the local officer.
Then pointing at the unconscious mercenary, the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, says "He's the more interesting one".
"Oh?" says the lord of the death realm as he glances down at the mercenary, who to his eyes looks like a mildly successful captain of one of the many companies hired in the war, here in the city-state of Kuradum.
Switching to the royal elven language, Helbe the elven thief explains to lord Farque what he's found out by reading the mind of the mercenary captain.
As the fighting down on the road below continues. The undead being who has the elven name of Des'tier, which means, The Destroyer.
Listens in silence to what the elven master assassin has to say about the captured mercenary captain.
"That is interesting" quietly says the undead warlord in the royal elven language once the elven masterthief has explain to him about the unconscious mercenary captain.
"We'll keep him with us for a while" says the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, who then adds "As for him". As he points at the officer in the army loyal to councilman Hirrye.
"We'll take him back to the city" continues Draugadrottin, who follows that with "So they can execute him".
The young elven noble, who is a member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel, nods his hooded head.
Then the large, heavily armoured deathlord asks him "Where were they headed?".
As the watch the battle come to an end, as the Farqian soldiers who have attacked the enemy down on the road, have overwhelmed them.
The elven practitioner of magic, who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, says to him "They were headed up to the town of Corstae".
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel continues with "To reinforce that lot up there".
The lord of the death realm nods his full helmed head as he recognises the name of Corstae as the town at the southern end of the frontlines between the bulk of the armies on both sides of the war, here in the city-state of Kuradum.
"Well, they'll be waiting for a while then" dryly says the undead warlord as he watches members of his army below, wipe out the enemy.
"I'll speak with the subcommander" says Draugadrottin, who follows that with "Then we'll head off".
The large, heavily armoured deathlord turns and says in the common language "Dorc, carry him".
After pointing at the unconscious mercenary captain, the lord of the death realm points at the unconscious enemy officer, and says "Percy carry this one".
Des'tier knows it's best to keep the two most volatile members of the group occupied and doing things. So that they don't get into trouble.
"And no Dorc, you can't have a nibble on him" says lord Farque.
The large ork shuts his mouth, and sighs in disappointment as he was just about to ask if he could snack on an arm or a leg.
After all, the man is unconscious, and a prisoner. And will probably end up dead anyway.
The best opportunity in the opinion of the ork warleader of having a bite to eat without anyone caring.
After the two bitter rivals pick up the unconscious prisoners.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque says to the group "Come on, let's head down".
And after they make their way down the snow covered hill in the aftermath of the brief battle.
And the undead warlord speaks to the subcommander in his third army for a bit.
The group departs, leaving this area of southern Kuradum by way of a gateway that Beldane the cleric casts . . . . . .
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