Winter.
"Yeah she's definitely that way" says Narladene the ground pixie who points away to the northwest.
In the direction of the third rift, here in the city of Kuradum this morning.
The tiny winged creature pauses for a moment or two, before continuing with "She's heading towards them" followed by "More or less".
The them, the naturally magical creature is referring to, is lord Farque and Mira Reinholt the mage.
On hearing this, Helbe the elven thief nods his hooded head, then quietly says "Good".
The highly talented elven magic user then adds "Hopefully they won't last much longer".
As he gestures to the council grounds across the street from them.
Where a rift is in plain view, in the massive back courtyard of the grounds where the ruling council of the city-state of Kuradum is based.
A rift that soldiers in the army of the rebel leader, the so called duke of Kuradum, councilman Hirrye.
Are quickly making their way out of, on what's a cold, but sunny winter's morning here in the capital city.
They're coming out of the rift, but they're not getting all that far info the grounds of the city-state's ruling council.
As all hell has broken out across the street in the council grounds. There rebel soldiers are attacking rebel soldiers.
None of them know why they're doing it. And others are wondering why the rest are attacking them.
They're attacking their fellow soldiers in the army of the rebel leader, councilman Hirrye.
Thanks to a number of spells that the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel has cast upon them.
The highly talented elven magic user as he stands upon a rooftop, across the street from the grounds of The ruling council of Kuradum.
Briefly looks away to the northwest again, in the direction of the third rift, which he can sense.
But he's unable to sense the spellcaster who has created it, along with the one in the grounds of the ruling council.
As well as the one on the south wall of the capital city of Kuradum.
That spellcaster being the young sorceress by the name of Losmena.
The elven masterthief who is a member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel.
Who also happens to be a member of the personal council to lord Farque.
Glances down to the street below, where the body of an enemy spy is.
A small number of people have come onto the street to see what's happening.
As the streets of the city are basically empty, and people are staying indoors due to councilman Hirrye and his army attacking the city.
As a few of the people who are have come outside, wander along the street to check out the dead body.
Even though they can't help but watch what's happening in the grounds of the ruling council of the city-state of Kuradum.
The grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel looks across to there again, and nods as he sees that no one from inside the buildings on the council grounds have come out to investigate what's happening.
As he gave an order to what few council guards that are on the grounds. To remain indoors with those of the ruling council who came back here from the south wall of the city.
While the rest of the city council, are up a watchtower of the city guard, in the south of the city, where they're watching the battle from.
The highly talented elven practitioner of magic goes back to watching the enemy soldiers coming out of the nearby rift.
Most of whom are instantly set upon by their fellow soldiers in councilman Hirrye's army.
"How many do you think are going to come through?" muses Helbe the elven thief with a sideways glance at the tiny winged creature standing upon his right shoulder.
"Don't know" is the reply of Narladene the ground pixie who like the princeling from the island nation of Laerel, is speaking in the elven language.
"But at least sixty, maybe seventy have come through so far" continues the naturally magical creature who hails from the Sunreach Mountains. "Quite a bit" quietly says the elven master assassin, who figures that no matter how many of the enemy are coming out of the rift.
They've probably splitting up into three's, prince Helbenthril Raendril of Laerel thinks to himself.
As the sun gets higher and higher up into the sky, on this cold but clear winter's morning. Here in the capital of the city-state of Kuradum.
After a trio of the enemy soldiers over in the grounds of the ruling council of Kuradum.
Use their swords to cut down a pair of their fellow soldiers in the rebel army who have just come out of the rift.
Then these three turn on one another, attacking with all of their skills and strength. As they hack and slash one another to death.
Narladene the ground pixie slightly shakes her tiny head, as she watches what's going on, over in the grounds of the city's ruling council.
Then the naturally magical creature says "He's definitely not coming through this one".
Nodding his hooded head in agreement, the blurred and shielded elven magic user says "Yeah, he's with her".
As he gestures in the direction of the other rift just a few hundred yards away to the northwest.
The elven masterthief who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, then says "Best not to".
In response to the tiny winged creature standing on his right shoulder, asking him "Should we just blow up that rift?".
"Might give things away to her" explains the elven master archer, who is pretty sure that even though he's not the most powerful of spellcasters.
He certainly has enough raw magical power to destroy the rift across the street if he has to.
As the two of them continue to watch rebel soldiers killing one another when they come out of the rift.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel asks the ground pixie who is attached to him "Where is she now?".
Narladene who can sense anyone and anything magical, even if they're hiding themselves from other practitioners of magic.
Senses away to the northwest of them, and after a moment she tells the elven princeling from Laerel "Pretty close now".
The naturally magical creature who is from the Sunreach Mountains, briefly pauses before adding "Feels like they're just down the street from her". Narladene follows that with "Well, just down the street from Mira".
Though she would have to drop down to a solid surface, like the rooftop, or even better, the ground.
To sense through it and locate lord Farque, who she figures is with the mage who is originally from the city-state of Vexil.
"Wait" suddenly says Narladene the ground pixie, who then continues with "She's just stopped".
The highly talented elven magic user lifts a questioning eyebrow as he looks at the ground pixie.
"She's on the move again" quietly says the tiny winged creature, who after a slight frown, adds "She's not going directly towards them now".
The naturally magical creature continues with "Basically still going in the same direction, just not to where Mira is".
Helbe the elven thief, who in his white hooded cloak, nods his head in understating.
Then the elven master assassin who is a member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel, quietly says "Just as long as she stays in the same general area as them, things should be fine".
I hope, the elven master archer dryly thinks to himself, as he along with the ground pixie standing on top of his right shoulder.
Continue to watch rebel soldiers from councilman Hirrye's army, hurrying out of the rift across the street in the grounds of the ruling council of the city-state of Kuradum.
And get attacked by their fellow rebels who have already come through the rift, and survived being attacked by those who came through before them.
"What is it?" quietly asks Mira Reinholt the mage as they stand upon the roof of a three storey building.
Opposite the treasury building of the ruling council of Kuradum, which is across the street to the south of them.
"She's stopped" quietly says lord Farque who has held up a gauntleted hand to halt the once powerful mage as he's about to do something.
The spellcaster from the city-state of Vexil, who is now a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque, clears his throat in a questioning manner.
As he stands there upon the roof, with a mageglobe in his right, gloved hand.
The undead warlord who has just nodded his full helmed head at the mouth of the alleyway at the eastern end of the street.
And he tells the Vexilian mage who is in exile from his homeland "She and those with her have stopped".
The large, heavily armoured deathlord follows that with "They've backed up".
He briefly pauses, before continuing with "They're moving again". The undead being, who has the name of Draugadrottin that the people of his lands, points and says "They're going that way".
The mage Reinholt grunts, then he sourly says "They must be going around to the backside of the treasury building".
The lord and ruler of the lands Farque nods his full helmed head in agreement with the spellcaster from Vexil, who is also a highly skilled swordmaster.
Then Des'tier, as lord Farque is known to the elves of a certain age, looks closely at the mage who is a member of his personal council.
After a moment, Mira Reinholt realises that the deathlord of Farque is looking down at him, watching him closely.
Even though the highly skilled swordmaster in the black hooded cloak stands six feet tall.
It's always disconcerting, even after all these years. Whenever the undead warlord looks down at him, and studies him.
"What is it?" asks the spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation, to be found anywhere in the Southlands.
Until he was stripped of most of his powers, when he went offworld through a rift/void spell that he accidentally cast a number of years ago.
"Just wondering if she can sense you?" is the quiet reply from the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
The exiled Vexilian mage eyebrows shoot up in surprise at hearing that. As he wears a magical amulet that hides his magical powers, what's left of them. From other practitioners of magic.
"Well, can she?" asks the swordmaster Reinholt who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque.
"No" is the reply of Draugadrottin, who follows that with "Something put her off from coming this way".
The mage in the black hooded cloak nods his head at that, and slightly grunts.
Mira Reinholt, who knows that the sorceress Losmena, wears something similar to the amulet that the Vexilian mage in exile wears.
It's why the member of lord Farque's personal council can't sense the young sorceress who is working with the rebel leader, councilman Hirrye.
Quietly asks the large, heavily armoured figure standing right next to him "Where exactly?".
"There" says Des'tier who points as be adds "Our view is obstructed by those buildings there".
Lord Farque briefly pauses before he tells the mage Reinholt "They'll cross to behind the treasury building from there".
"This?" quietly asks the practitioner of magic, who tosses up the mageglobe he's holding, and catches it again.
"It can wait" wryly says the deathlord of Farque, who follows that with "Let's see what they do".
As he's fairly certain that the rebel leader himself, the self proclaimed duke of Kuradum, councilman Hirrye.
Is nearby, with the young sorceress Losmena. And a bunch of others, rebel soldiers presumably. Who are still coming through a rift. That isn't all that faraway.
On what's a cold, but clear and sunny winter's morning, here in the capital city of Kuradum . . . . . .
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