The City Of Vexil.
In the city of Vexil, the capital of the city-state of the same name. Narladene the ground pixie makes her way between a pair of buildings in the wealthy neighbourhoods in the city's north.
The naturally magical creature originally from the Sunreach Mountains, crosses a street, looking down at those below, on what's a cool afternoon here in the city of Vexil.
The tiny winged creature goes right through the front of another building, which she flies through, then out of through some closed window shutters.
The ground pixie who can pass through pretty much anything with the exception of flesh and bone.
Pauses in midair, and looks around with a slight frown upon her tiny elfin like face. She then nods, before heading over the rooftop of another building, this one a large house.
Narladene finds herself above a tree lined street, in a neighbourhood where many of the most wealthy and affluent citizens of Vexil live.
With her gossamer like wings fluttering so fast that the naked eye can't see them moving, the ground pixie heads across a large yard and courtyard of another house, this one behind a tall fence.
The naturally magical creature heads directly up and onto the roof of the three storey house. There she lands upon the right shoulder of Helbe the elven thief who is yawning.
"You know Mira's family lives around here" says Narladene the ground pixie as she sits upon the right shoulder of the young elven prince she's attached to.
After yawning again, Helbe the elven thief grunts, then says "I remember" he nonchalantly waves away to their right, before adding "Over that way".
The highly talented elven magic user, who at the moment is blurred and shielded, is standing on the north side of the roof they're on.
The large house has an inner courtyard, which is open on the west side. The early afternoon sun is streaming through the open side, making for comfortable conditions down in the inner courtyard on what's a cool autumn day here in the city of Vexil.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who at the moment is blurred and shielded, glances at the ground pixie on his right shoulder, who quietly asks him "It should of started by now, shouldn't of it?".
"It probably has" replies the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, who continues with "That's if the attack upon the southern border went well".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril briefly pauses before saying "I assume it did" followed by "They've probably attacking the city by now".
Narladene nods, then after a moment where she looks down into the inner courtyard below, she says "He's going to be pissed when he finds out".
The elven masterthief in the white hooded cloak nods in agreement with the tiny winged creature, then he quietly says "He's arrogant enough to think it would never happen".
The highly talented elven magic user follows that with "They all are" he continues with "That's why they all took off and left the war to their subordinates".
"Now he's cozying up to the enemy" sourly says Narladene the ground pixie, who after a brief pause adds "Well their usual enemy, not the current ones".
Helbe the elven thief grunts in agreement with the naturally magical creature as they look down into the inner courtyard below.
Sitting at an outside table in the inner courtyard of the rather large house, is one of the members of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare.
He's with a well known counting house owner here in the city-state of Vexil, who owns this rather large house in the wealthiest neighbourhood in the capital city of Vexil.
The two of them are discussing plans about after the war between the city-states of Tuledare and Phamal, where they expect, wrongly with the way things are going, that Tuledare will be victorious.
"How many is that now?" quietly asks the ground pixie who is invisible to everyone unless she allows them to see her.
Though there's exceptions to that, such as animal, and other naturally magical creatures like sprites, other types of pixies, not to mention dragons as well as the undead.
"Quite a few of them" is the reply from the grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel, who continues with "Though some are elsewhere, not in the city at all".
The elven master assassin pauses for a moment as he watches those down in the courtyard and listens to their conversation.
Then Helbe the elven thief quietly says "Guess he better join the rest" then the elven magic user casts a spell.
Narladene slightly frowns as she tries to figure out what the spell the young elven noble just cast.
Then she nods in understanding when she figures it out, when a few moments later a servant comes outside, and whispers something to the counting house owner.
The man nods, then after telling the Tuledarian ruling council member that he has to briefly check on something.
He gets up, and along with the servant heads back inside. Leaving the middle aged Tuledarian alone in the inner courtyard for the moment.
Then the ground pixie grins and grips onto the right shoulder of the elven princeling as the member of the Tuledare ruling council, who is just about to take a drink from his goblet of wine, suddenly disappears.
Then she and the highly skilled elven magic user who has the ability to cast multiple spells at once, which is an extremely rare talent. Are gone as well, after the elven masterthief shifts away.
He regains consciousness and groans, then after a few moments as he tries to get over the disorientation he's feeling, he realizes that there's something covering his face and head, and that there's a cloth or something stuffed in his mouth. And that his hands are tied behind his back, and his ankles are tied together.
Suddenly someone helps him to sit up from where he's lying on his side, then he's gently pushed back, against a wall by the feel of it.
Then whatever is covering his face and head, an eyeless full hood as it turns out, is taken off his head.
He tries to say something through the gag in his mouth, along the lines of don't you know who I am, as he rapidly blinks to see what's happening.
Then he suddenly goes still as he sees who's here with him, he winces as sees the other six people in the room with him.
And like him, they're sitting down, with their backs against a wall, hands tied behind their back, and their ankles tied together, with cloth gags in their mouths.
He knows the other six well, for like him, they're all members of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare.
He winces as he sees the defeated looks on their faces as they look at him, the latest arrival to the predicament they find themselves in.
Suddenly a fairly tall figure, a couple inches over six foot. Who is in a long white hooded cloak, the hood of which is pulled down low, obscuring their face.
Appears in the middle of the room, looking at each of them, ending up looking at him last. He gulps as he wonders what's about to happen to them, especially himself.
Helbe the elven thief looks at the latest one he captured, and slightly shakes his head. Then the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, speaks to all of them. Something he's yet to do to any of them, since he started capturing them over the last couple of days.
"Now aren't you lot in a spot of bother" says the elven masterthief in the common language as he looks at the seven captives.
"Here in the city of your traditional enemies" adds the elven princeling, who can't help but grin as he sees all seven captives wince at hearing that.
"Now imagine what the people of your homeland would think of you lot being here in Vexil, while your home is at war with Phamal" continues the elven master archer, who follows that with "If you haven't guessed already, a war that you're badly losing".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril almost chuckles at the reaction to that, as all the captives have looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.
Which become more so, when the elven master assassin tells them "Your southern border has fallen, and now your capital city has been attacked" followed by "The war will be over soon, and here you lot, members of the ruling council of Tuledare, in the den of your traditional rivals and enemies, the Vexilians".
There's a lot of wriggling about, not to mention muffled yelling and screaming due to the gags in the mouths of the seven captives.
Helbe the elven thief, who has Narladene the ground pixie, who is invisible to the captives, on his right shoulder.
Is silent for a few moments as he waits for seven of the twelve members of the ruling council of Tuledare to calm down.
When they do, the highly talented elven magic user tells them "Don't worry I know where the rest of you are" he silently adds, not here in the city, that's where.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who has captured all of the members of the ruling council of Tuledare who happened to be here in the city of Vexil as their homeland was at war with the city-state of Phamal.
Then tells the captives "Now imagine if the people of Tuledare were to find out that you, their rulers, had been here in the heart of the lands, that are your historical enemies" followed by "While a lot of them are fighting the Phamalians and dying".
The elven masterthief who is a member of the personal council to Lord Farque, in many respects he's the most important member, as he's also the envoy who negotiates on behalf of the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
Watches as the captives once again squirm about, while trying to yell and scream, only resulting in muffled groans due to the cloths stuffed in their mouths.
"Yes, you do understand the repercussions if they find out" says the elven princeling from Laerel, who at first was going to eliminate the members of the ruling council of Tuledare when he found them.
But now he has a better idea, a much more satisfying one. That will see the members of the ruling council of Tuledare absolutely regretting with all the fibre of their being, their decision to go to war against the city-state of Phamal . . . . . .
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