Winter.
Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy is dozing against the base of a tree. When one of the scouts, who is also a spy under his command.
Walks up, crouches down beside him and quietly says in the elven language "Message in".
The human spy in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque adds "We've got a link".
And he hands the spy Tanith a small piece of parchment. Then he gets up and walks away after the elven spy nods his hooded head.
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group. Opens the folded piece of parchment, then reads it.
The elven spy originally from the principality of Alínlae gets up, and makes his way further amongst the trees.
"Here, and here" quietly says lord Farque as he points at the map that Tamric Drubine the field commander is holding open.
"Have some more of the locals go there?" asks Helbe the elven thief, who along with Mira Reinholt the mage, and Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit.
Are standing with the undead warlord and the young field commander.
Here in a grove of trees, to the east of the city of Kuradum. Infact not that far from it, less than half a dozen miles from the city.
The large, heavily armoured deathlord turns and quietly says "What is it?".
As Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy approaches through the trees of the grove.
"We've got a lead" is the quiet reply of the elven spy who is a battalion commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
"Missive just in from the city" adds the elf in the grey hooded cloak who hands the small folded piece of parchment to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
The undead warlord unfolds it and reads it, then he hands the message to Helbe the elven thief, who reads it too.
"Think we can trace it back?" asks the undead being who is also known by the name of Draugadrottin to the people of his lands.
"Maybe" says Dalinvardèl Tanith, his fellow elf, Helbe the elven thief nods his hooded head in agreement with the elven spy.
"Might be best if we got the information straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak" says Helbe the elven thief.
"Bring him in?" asks the lord of the death realm, whose name in elven, Des'tier. Means, The Destroyer.
"Might spook them" says the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel.
"Might be best if i just read his mind" continues the elven masterthief who is a member of the royal family that rules Laerel.
Nodding his full helmed head, lord Farque says "We'll do that then".
Draugadrottin continues with "We'll head back to the city".
"And this my lord?" asks Tamric Drubine the field commander who gestures at the map he's holding.
"Have commander Tracklen send two hundred and fifty of his men to the frontlines" says the large, heavily armoured deathlord who follows that with "To the southern section, to help with the positions of their's we've taken over".
The nobleborn young man from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, who is now a senior officer in the armies of Farque nods his head that he will.
Then they make their way to where the rest of the group are waiting here in grove of trees, on one of the farms to the east of the city of Kuradum.
They return to the city fairly quickly through a gateway that Beldane the cleric casts to the inn they're staying at.
From there, the entire group heads out onto the city streets. On what's a clear and sunny, though cold winter's day here in the city of Kuradum.
Though the group has split up into pairs, and the odd trio. They all head in the same direction.
Out front, is Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy and Helbe the elven thief. The two elves are invisible thanks to a blur spell cast by the highly talented elven magic user who hails from the island principality of Laerel.
They're on a rooftop, and the spy from the elven principality of Alínlae, where he served in one of the more prominent noble households of his homeland.
Points away to the west of where they are, near the middle of the city.
"There" quietly says the elf who is a battalion commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
"I see it" says Helbe the elven thief, who then shifts himself and the spy Tanith away.
They're on another rooftop, here in the west of the city of Kuradum.
The elven spy in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque, crouches down.
While the elven masterthief who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel remains standing.
As the two of them look across a lane, into the building to their right.
And though it's a cold day today, a couple of windows on the second floor of the building across the lane. Are wide open, and by the looks of it, no one has closed the shutters for quite sometime.
"What are they watching?" murmurs Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, who looks back in the direction the two of them have come from, then he nods his hooded head in understanding.
"Troop movement" quietly adds the battalion commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Nodding his own hooded head in agreement, Helbe the elven thief quietly says "None of them know".
As there's two men standing at one of the windows, and another at the next window along, in another of the rooms on the second floor across the lane.
"They're further in the building" quietly says the the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel.
Who then looks around in the surrounding area in this part of the city.
Then he nods and points away to their left, and quietly tells his fellow elf "There" followed by "That Nahor's home".
The elven master assassin who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque then adds "They've got a perfect view to his house too".
"Well, well, well" murmurs the spy Tanith, who then nods his grey hooded head as the elven princeling quietly says "I'll see what's happening in there".
The blurred and shielded elven magic user disappears even from Dalin's sight, as he makes his way into the two storey building across the lane.
While the elven spy originally from the principality of Alínlae, where he previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland. Continues to watch those at the open windows in the very same building.
The elven masterthief who is a member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel.
Makes his way from room to room on the second floor of the building. Reading the minds of everyone in here.
While Narladene the ground pixie has flown through the floor, and made her way downstairs.
The elven master archer gains some useful tidbits of information. But not anything he came here to find out.
Then as the highly talented elven magic user walks down the hallway on the second floor.
Narladene the ground pixie reappears upon his right shoulder, and quietly whispers to him "He's downstairs".
The naturally magical creature who hails from the Sunreach Mountains points down to the right, and adds in a whisper "In that room there".
The blurred and shielded elven magic user nods his white hooded head, then he makes his way downstairs, and into the room that Narladene has indicated.
The elven master assassin finds a trio of men having a conversation, and he reads all three of their minds.
Especially the mind of who was described in the missive they received earlier, in a grove to the east of the city of Kuradum.
The grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel after finding out everything he needs. He departs, and makes his way across the lane, and up onto the roof opposite. Where the blurred and shielded spy Tanith waits.
"Let's go" murmurs Helbe the elven thief when he appears beside Dalin.
"Found the trail back" quietly adds the elven master assassin, who continues with "And that latest message has already been delivered to that Nahor and others working for Hirrye in the city".
The elven spy from the principality of Alínlae nods, then the highly talented elven spellcaster shifts the two of them away.
They find lord Farque at the edge of a nearby city square. With the undead warlord is Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
The large, heavily armoured deathlord likes to keep the two most unpredictable members of the group close.
Then after Helbe the elven thief calls the other practitioners of magic here by way of a spell.
The rest of the group starts to show up. Eventually with Mira Reinholt the mage, along with Tovis the war engineer, and Zam the ex mercenary the last to show up.
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque leads the group into one of the lanes off the square, here just to the west of the city center.
"The rider came in yesterday afternoon" quietly explains Helbe the elven thief to Draugadrottin, and the other members of the personal council to lord Farque.
"He came from one of the villages about twenty miles to the west of the city" continues the elven masterthief, who follows that with "Before that he came through a rift from the west of the city-state".
The highly talented elven spellcaster then says "He's one of Hirrye's personal guards".
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel then explains how the so called duke of Kuradum.
Was up in the freelands to the north of the city-state yesterday morning. And that he quickly returned by way of a rift to western Kuradum.
Cast by a powerful sorceress by the name of Losmena. Who is fighting for his cause.
"Why did he come back?" asks the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
"He's worried about the recent losses his forces have suffered" replies prince Helbenthril Raendril, who continues with "Especially along their frontlines".
The elven master assassin explains a number of other things, then he quietly says "That assistant to councilman Kolmar, Nahor knows everything".
The elven master archer continues with "Some others here in the city know bits and pieces of what's happening concerning Hirrye, but that Nahor knows all of it".
Helbe the elven thief briefly pauses before adding "Well, everything the personal guard delivered to him in that message".
The undead warlord nods his full helmed head, then looking at the elven magic user in the group, he tells him "Have our agents keep an eye on all of them".
Des'tier continues with "Especially that personal guard to Hirrye as well as more on Nahor".
"Will do" says the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel with a nod of his hooded head.
Then Draugadrottin, the lord and ruler of the nation that bares his family name.
Gives a number of orders as to what he wants done on this cold, but sunny winter's day in the city of Kuradum . . . . . .
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