Soldier Of Gods 42.

Tuledare. The City Center. 

From where he's standing with the others from his church, Jovan Garney the cleric sees the last of those with field commander Tamric Drubine, with the exception of Shur Kee the monk. 

Enter through the now open front doors of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare, and enter the council chambers. 

As he wonders why the short statured monk, Shur Kee has remained outside the large open doors, that are the main entrance to the council chambers. 

The powerful young spellcaster thinks of something else, then Jovan Garney the cleric quietly says to the experienced guardsman Oldham "Might be a good idea to head inside". 

The fighting cleric who is still a teenager, nods to open doors of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare, and quietly adds "Before anyone else gets it in their head to go inside". 

The experienced guardsman in the church of Kaēvin nods in understanding then Oldham quietly says "The gods knowing they probably will". 

The teenager who is the most powerful practitioner of magic in the church of Kaēvin, here in the city of Tuledare at this time. 

Is just going to mention this to Saleane the priestess and the others, including the guardsman Sammit, when Sammit speaks up, and says "Father over there" followed by "Heading this way". 

Jovan Garney turns to look at the younger church guard, and he sees where Sammit nods to. The powerful fighting cleric looks that way, and he's surprised at what he sees. 

It's the ork general Dorc da Orc crossing Foundation Square, heading this way. The fighting cleric in the church of Kaēvin was wondering where the large ork had got to, after suddenly disappearing. 

From what he could sense, Beldane the cleric teleported the big burly ork from the southern polar region away. To be exact, the cleric in the church of Glaine's magical mace teleported the ork warleader away. 

It all happened so quickly, and the fact that Beldane's mace is so damn powerful, that it seems to confuse things, magically speaking, around it. That Jovan at first didn't exactly know what actually happened. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Kaēvin is just glad his own powerful magical weapon isn't so disruptive to him. 

Then as the large ork gets closer, the powerful young spellcaster sees that he's followed by a small group of black clad soldiers. Who Jovan Garney immediately recognizes as Farqian soldiers. 

Then Jovan Garney blinks in surprise a few times, then his mouth opens in surprise as he suddenly realizes who it is amongst the Farqian soldiers, who appear to be leading them behind the ork general. 

"Father are you alright?" quietly asks the experienced guardsman Oldham when he sees the surprised look upon the face on the seventeen year old spellcaster. 

The priestess Saleane steps forward as well, as she has noticed the powerful young cleric has suddenly fallen silent, and is not moving as he stares at those approaching from across the square. 

"Cleric Garney, everything okay?" asks the attractive looking priestess in the church of Kaēvin. 

It takes a moment or two for Jovan to realize he's been spoken to, then he eventually nods his head, and finds his voice. 

"Yes I'm fine" says the powerful young practitioner of magic, he clears his throat afterwards, as he still can't believe who he sees. 

The experienced church guard Oldham, and the priestess Saleane share a look, then they look at the young cleric in the half plate armour. 

Noticing their scrutiny, Jovan Garney the cleric nods at the approaching group, with the ork general Dorc da Orc out in front. 

"There, following behind the ork who we encountered yesterday morning down on the border" says the powerful young cleric in the church of Kaēvin, who continues with "My sister". 

As they near the massive steps in front of the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

Maiya Garney the lead scout sees that of the group with field commander Drubine, only Shur Kee the monk remains outside the open front doors, while the others have gone inside. 

The young woman in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Fifth Army of Farque, who commands one of the infiltration squads of said army. 

Sees that quite a few of those who have gathered here this cold autumn morning, who earlier attempted to enter the council chambers. 

Are busy chatting away to one another, even those from different churches and temples. As well as those from the local magic order. Who are usually more standoffish to the practitioners of magic who have faith. 

Then as the grumbling ork warleader who is about to reach the massive steps in front of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

The scout Garney searches for her younger brother Jovan, who she and her squad were covertly watching a little while earlier. 

She quickly finds him amongst the small group from his church, back along one of massive steps, about half way up. 

She's slightly surprised to find her little brother looking directly at her, as she and the rest of her squad follow general Dorc up onto the massive steps that lead up to the council chambers, here in the center of the capital city of Tuledare. 

"Out the fucken way ya cunts" loudly growls Dorc da Orc to a pair of clergy from one of a number of churches here in the city of Tuledare. 

The two in question hurry out of the way along the bottom step, as the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world starts making his way up to the council chambers. 

Maiya Garney looks away from her surprised looking younger brother, when next to her, sergeant Blufont quietly says in elven "Councilor Kee is still up there". 

The lead scout and commander of one of the infiltration squads in the Fifth Army of Farque, looks up the massive steps as they start heading up them behind general Dorc. 

And she's just able to see the honorary member of Lord Farque's personal council, Shur Kee the monk on the top landing, just in front of the large open doors to the council chambers. 

"From what I understand, he and the general are fairly close" continues the experienced sergeant, Maiya Garney nods in agreement as she has heard the same thing. 

"Well, if anyone can actually be close to the general" dryly adds the company sergeant, which causes the lead scout to faintly smile. 

"Hopefully he can talk some sense into him" says sergeant Blufont who follows on from that, with "Or at least keep him in line". 

"You mean, keep him from doing something absolutely stupid" dryly says Maiya Garney the lead scout in the elven language. 

"Yeah that" murmurs the experienced sergeant as they, and the rest of their squad, continue on up the massive steps behind the large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque. 

As more of the gathered from various churches and temples get out of the way of the new arrivals. 

The experienced guardsman in the church of Kaēvin, Oldham says to the powerful young cleric standing next to him "Ah, maybe we should go in, while everyone's distracted". 

"Huh?" murmurs Jovan Garney the cleric, who continues with "Good idea Oldham". As he briefly loses sight of his older sister, who is chatting with a short, nuggety looking Farqian soldier beside her, as the follow the ork general Dorc da Orc up the massive steps. 

After the powerful young practitioner of magic doesn't say or do anything for a few moments, the priestess Saleane after sharing a look with the guardsman Oldham, says "Cleric Garney, maybe we should get going". 

She repeats that in the elven language when she doesn't get a response from the young cleric in the church of Kaēvin 

Finally Jovan Garney gets himself composed, and he says to the others "Let's go up" followed by "Hurry, before anyone else gets the same idea". 

The young fighting cleric in the half plate armour starts going up the massive steps, followed by the rest of the small group from his church who have accompanied him this morning to the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

They're about fifty feet or so to the right of where his sister, and the small squad of black clad Farqian soldiers are following the ork general Dorc da Orc up the massive steps. 

Jovan Garney and those with him are heading up quicker, and are already near the top landing. Due to the fact they were already half way up the steps. 

And because Dorc da Orc is taking his time going up the massive steps. The powerful young cleric originally from the Lands Farque is pretty sure he can hear the large ork breathing heavily from where he is. 

The seventeen year old caster of spells can definitely hear the big burly ork growling and swearing at anyone too slow to get out of his way to his liking. 

The cleric Garney and those with him, as they hurry up the steps grins as he hears the deep, growling voice of the ork warleader swear words that people here have definitely never heard before in their lives. 

"What the hell did he call that priest?" asks the guardsman Sammit from behind the powerful young cleric. 

"You don't want to know" replies Jovan Garney as he and the older, more experienced guardsman Oldham lead the way up the massive steps. 

"To be honest I'm not even sure what that is" continues the powerful young spellcaster in the church of Kaēvin. 

They top the steps, and on the landing they turn left, and hurry towards the large open doors, inside of which leads to the council chambers proper. 

As they near the open doors, general Dorc makes his way up onto the top landing, and though he's breathing heavily he walks straight ahead to the open front doors, where stands Shur Kee the monk. 

As Jovan Garney passes a number of the council guards, who are more than surprised as he and his fellow church members hurry by them. 

The powerful young spellcaster in the church of Kaēvin sees his older sister Maiya, and her fellow Farqian soldiers make it up onto the top landing, and they follow after general Dorc. 

Who now with Shur Kee the monk at his side, walks into the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

The cleric Garney sees his older sister briefly glance this way, before she too goes through the open front doors to the council chambers, followed by her fellow soldiers in the Armies of Farque. 

The powerful young practitioner of magic picks up the pace, as do those from the church of Kaēvin with him. 

And ignoring one of the council guards, one of whom was guarding the doors, who says "Hey wait, you can't go in there". 

Jovan Garney the cleric turns, and hurries in through the open front doors, ready to cast a spell as he does so. 

He's quickly followed by Oldham the guardsman, along with Sammit the guardsman, and the priestess Saleane.

As well as a couple of others from the church who came along, and a pair of pages, who are acting runners for the powerful young cleric. 

After the second young runner dodges one of the council guards at the door who tries to grab him and stop him, as he hurries inside through the large open doors. 

Jovan Garney casts, and the large front doors of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare, slams shut in the faces of the council guards who were about to follow them in. 

There's a moment of silence after they come to a stop just inside the council chambers, then the guardsman Sammit asks "Now what?". 

The cleric Garney who hasn't just shut the doors with a spell, but locked them too, replies to the younger guardsman as he looks around, with "We're about to find out" . . . . . .

Soldier Of Gods 41.

Tuledare. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy hurries ahead of Tamric Drubine the field commander as they head up the large set of steps in front of the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

A lot of those who have gathered here this cold autumn morning have either backed away along the steps they were on. 

Or they've headed down the steps to the square itself, to get out of the way of the group with field commander Drubine. 

The last of who the spy Tanith figures are members of the magic order here in the city of Tuledare, clear out of the way when he gets to the top step. 

Now there's just the council guards who are in front of the main doors of the council chambers. To say they're a little nervous would be an understatement. 

More than a few of them are looking up at the nearby Krean scoutship which is hovering over the northern edge of the square. 

"I'd get out of the way if I were you lot" says Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy as gets close to the nearest of the council guards. 

Then with a nod back at the hovering Krean warship, the elven spy who is a commander in the Armies of Farque, adds "Unless you want to get blasted to bits". 

A number of guardsmen for the city council share concerned looks. And though their orders were to let no one enter the council chambers today. 

Those orders are looking rather dangerous at the moment. And none of them want to die. When they won't even be able to defend themselves. 

And for the fact that all of the magic using priests, priestess and clerics who demanded entry earlier, have got out of the way of the new arrivals. Not to mention members of the magic order, have also moved out of the way too. 

The guardsmen, one by one, start to move along the top landing in front of the main doors to the council chambers. 

With more than a few of them, glancing nervously at the sleek looking, mastless airship that's hovering nearby, with a lot of it's magetubes pointed in this direction. 

"Where did you send him?" asks Tamric Drubine the field commander as they head up the steps, following after Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy. 

"To the other side of the square" replies Beldane the cleric, who can't help but grin at what he did to Dorc da Orc. 

The powerful fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, who is keeping a close eye on all the spellcasters gathered here this morning in front of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

Gestures behind him, as he continues with "To the south side of the square" followed by "One of Helbe's spy squads are there, he'll be fine". 

Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, glances back to the far side of the massive square, here in the center of the city of Tuledare. 

The young field commander, who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin nods when he spots in the distance, the large figure of Dorc da Orc, at the mouth of what looks to be a lane between two rows of buildings, at the south side of Foundation Square. 

"He'll be pissed" quietly says Tamric Drubine, who then dryly adds "Nothing new then". Causing Beldane to quietly chuckle. 

While up ahead, the last of the council guards have moved out of the way, with the exception of the pair of door guards, who the spy Tanith is speaking to. 

"Don't worry, no one will come to any harm" says Dalinvardèl Tanith to the pair of council guards directly in front of the large front doors to the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

"Unless someone does something rather stupid" adds the spy who hails from the elven principality of Alínlae. 

The elven spy in the Armies of Farque continues on with "We want the surrender to go as smoothly and as peacefully as possible". 

Then with a gesture to open the large doors, Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, says to the pair of council guards in front of the doors "Now open them". 

The two of them share a look, then after one nods, the other nods in return, and they turn to open the large front doors of the council chambers. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith steps to one side, and slips inside through the opening doors, as the rest of the group makes their way up to the front doors of the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

Meanwhile, on the southern side of the massive square, here in the center of the city. A grumbling Dorc da Orc is heading towards the north side of Foundation Square, making his way to the council chambers. 

Following closely, though not too closely, as the large ork absolutely reeks. Is the infiltration squad commanded by the lead scout Maiya Garney. 

"Wonder what he's muttering on about?" quietly says Maiya Garney the lead scout in the elven language. 

Walking next to her, sergeant Blufont shrugs his shoulders and replies in the same language with "Probably about who he's going to kill". 

The experienced sergeant pauses for a moment before continuing with "Or eat" he then adds "Pretty much think that's all his kind thinks of". 

The company sergeant pauses again, then he grimaces before muttering "Among other things". 

Lifting an eyebrow, the lead scout who commands the infiltration squad says "Such as?". 

"You don't want to know" says sergeant Blufont with a look of embarrassment on his face. 

And as the lead scout continues to look at him as they follow the big burly ork across the massive square, the company sergeant mutters "Oh hell". 

He clears his throat, then says "My old commander during my initial training after being placed in the Scouts and Rangers division, served with our Lord in battle". The sergeant nods at the ork warleader in front of them, and he adds "And with the general". 

After a brief pause, sergeant Blufont continues with "Seems the general has a thing for animals and corpses". 

Maiya Garney faintly grimaces, then she says "I heard rumours he likes to eat dead bodies". 

"He wasn't just eating them" dryly says the company sergeant, who doesn't particularly want to say what he means, and instead he just lifts his eyebrows instead. 

It takes a few moments for the lead scout to understand what the experienced sergeant is going on about. 

And she makes a face of disgust, then says "You're not saying what I think you're saying?" she briefly pauses before adding "Are you?". 

"I am" says sergeant Blufont, who continues with "My old commander and others caught him in the middle of it with a horse". 

After a moment where he shakes his head, the company sergeant says "The general was enjoying it immensely, the horse not so much". 

Making a face of disgust again, Maiya Garney says "Eeeeewww". Then she falls silent when Dorc da Orc looks back at them, and says "What the fuck you cunts goin' on about?" followed by "The general is thinking up shit me gonna do to them fucken cunts for getting rid of me" the large ork then mutters "Bunch of assholes for sending Dorc away like that". 

Thinking quickly on her feet, the lead scout says in the common language "Just discussing strategy general". 

The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world grunts, then says "Well stop doing it in that fucken plant talk" followed by "It fucken pisses Dorc off". 

Taking a moment to realize what the warleader of the ork race actually means, the scout Garney says "Sorry general" followed by "We speak in elven so the enemy can't understand us". 

Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name stops, and with a thoughtful look upon his broad green brutish looking face, he grunts then says "Makes fucken sense". 

The ork weaponsmith continues with "That's why me and that fucken cunthead Far, er me mean your Lord speak ork during battle". 

The general in the Armies of Farque sets off again, and as he does, he says "You cunts should fucken learn that" followed by "That's propers fucken speak, not like that dumb shit them tree humpers speak". 

"Ah yes general" says Maiya Garney who has heard that orkish is near impossible to speak. And pretty much the only ones who can speak it, who aren't orks, are the Farqian undead. 

Although she's heard rumours that the chancellor of the Lands Farque, the mage Kreece Van Der Linden is able to speak orkish. 

The scout Garney looks ahead to the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare, and she sees that the last of the group with field commander Drubine, are making their way into the council chambers through the open doors. 

The ork general Dorc da Orc has seen this too, and he increases his pace as they cross the massive square, on this cold autumn morning here in the center of the city of Tuledare. 

Among the last of the group that's with Tamric Drubine the field commander, is Shur Kee the monk. 

The short statured monk from the far east coast of the continent, where his homeland the kingdom of Wah Lee is located. Looks back across the massive square, here in the center of the capital of Tuledare. 

The physical adept, who technically is still an acolyte in the order of Bru Li. A philosophical order founded by the ancient Jade Warrior of the same name. 

Spots the large figure of Dorc da Orc crossing Foundation Square. With him is a squad of black clad Farqian soldiers. From the Scouts and Rangers division by the looks of their appearance. 

Shur Kee who was wondering where the ork warleader disappeared to. Sees the determined look upon the broad, green, brutish looking face of the large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque. 

Knowing that almost anything could happen if the warleader of the ork race does something untowards during what essentially is the surrender of the Tuledarian forces. 

The short statured monk who is the living incarnation of the Jade Warrior Bru Li. Or more precisely, a living conduit for that ancient warrior from the kingdom of Wah Lee. 

Steps to one side, instead of going through the large open doors to the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

Noticing this, Zam the ex mercenary stops and asks the physical adept "What is it Shur Kee?". The monk looks back across the massive square, and nods to where the large ork, who is walking fairly quickly, is heading this way. 

"I shall wait for friend Dorc" states Shur Kee the monk, Zam who hails from the City Of Ruins, and is the current youngest member of the group, spots the big, burly ork heading this way. 

The ex mercenary nods, and says "The big psycho looks pissed off" he briefly pauses before adding "Well, I should say more than he usually does". 

Then he looks through the open doors to the council chambers and sees that sir Percavelle Le Dic has already gone inside with Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman and Lisell Maera the scout commander. 

Zam looks at the short statured monk, then nods and says "I'll leave you to it then". In response to Shur Kee the monk telling him "I will wait for friend Dorc" followed by "And keep an eye on him". 

The ex mercenary originally from the City Of Ruins nods again, then he makes his way through the open front doors to the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

While the monk who hails from the other side of the world, who is an honorary member of the personal council to Lord Farque. 

Waits on the top landing, for the rather annoyed looking. Well, more annoyed than usual, which is a lot. Dorc da Orc to make his way to the open front doors of the council chambers. Here in the center of the city of Tuledare, on what's a cold autumn morning . . . . . .

Soldier Of Gods 40.

The City Of Tuledare. 

With the Krean scoutship hovering above, it casts a shadow over the immediate area in front of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

Dropping the temperature as it does so, on what's already a cold autumn morning here in the capital of the city-state of Tuledare. 

No one says anything for a moment or two, then more of those on the massive steps leading up to the council chambers, move back and out of the way. 

And while Tamric Drubine the field commander breathes a slight sigh of relief at those gathered here this morning, have started to move out of the way, as he told them to. 

They're not moving nearly fast enough for one of the individuals in the group who have made their way to the city center alongside field commander Drubine. 

And it comes as no surprise as to who that particular individual is. As they've been itching for a fight ever since they left the Traveler's Comfort inn earlier this morning. 

As he and the others around him, watch the various representatives from the different churches and temples, get out of the way. 

Dorc da Orc hoping that no one notices, takes one of his throwing axes from the front of his weapon harness. 

The large ork, who after eating all the pastries he brought before they crossed the largest square in the city. 

Got it into his head to solve two problems at once. Though they're only problems that he can see. 

First, that it's been since the middle of the night that he's partaken in any kind of violence. Far too long in the opinion of the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world. 

And secondly, his bitter rival sir Percavelle Le Dic is standing around like a peacock. In his bright shiny armour, and his bright white cloak. Which annoys the ork warleader immensely. 

So the large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque, not to mention a total psychopath, has decided to do something about it. 

The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks knows he can't just kill the former paladin who is his rival, in front of everyone. 

As he'll never hear the end of it from the others in the group. And more importantly, Lord Farque himself might find out. 

And Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, knows he'll pay for it if that ever happens. And being on the wrong end of the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque's temper, which the large ork has faced in the past, is something the warleader of the ork race doesn't want to endure again anytime soon. 

So in the mind of the ork general, the best way to accomplish what he wants. Both violence, and the death of his bitter rival, or at least a good maiming to the noble born knight from the kingdom of Druvic. Is to get someone else to kill the former earl of Le Dic. 

Dorkindle is pretty sure there's a whole bunch of them willing to do so amongst those who are on the massive set of steps in front of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

After all, in his deranged mind, they must find sir Percavelle Le Dic just as annoying as he finds the former paladin in the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che. 

With his throwing axe in hand, the ork warleader picks a target amongst all of those from the various churches and temples gathered here this morning. 

Hoping that those close by will retaliate. And in doing so, kill sir Percavelle Le Dic when they attack. 

Unfortunately for the big burly ork he's being watched rather closely. First and foremost by Shur Kee the monk. 

But more importantly by Beldane the cleric, who is at the front of the group. Not even looking back to where Dorc da Orc is at the rear of the group. 

So before the ork warleader can even lift up the throwing axe, and before Shur Kee can call out a warning. 

The large ork vanishes after Beldane the cleric, who is standing at the front of the group, with a gauntlet encased hand resting on his magical mace, glances away to his right, to the opposite side of the massive square and sends Dorkindle away. 

"Looks like that lot are backing away" quietly says the lead scout Maiya Garney as they look across Foundation Square to the north side, where the council chambers are located. 

"Having a Krean warship suddenly appear above you will do that" dryly says sergeant Blufont as they stand at the mouth of a lane, here on the south side of the largest square in the city of Tuledare. 

The lead scout, who is glad to see that her younger brother Jovan was the first to back away, and out of the way of field commander Drubine and those with him. 

Grunts in agreement with the company sergeant as they look across to the other side of Foundation Square, to where the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare is located. 

Maiya Garney who commands one of the infiltration squads in the second division of the Fifth Army of Farque, is just about to say something to sergeant Blufont. 

When suddenly the sorcerer Carnid yelps "Fuck" the same time Halindrelle the elven ranger mutters "Shit" in his native language. And the youngest member of the squad, Reynolds mutters "What the fuck?". 

The lead scout Garney turns to see what's happened, when she suddenly stops and blinks in surprise, when she sees a rather large figure in the lane with them. 

Standing opposite to them, with their back to them, staring at the side of the building that the big, burly figure is next to. 

"Er general?" says Maiya Garney the lead scout after a few moments of silence as she wonders what the hell has just happened. 

There's a loud grunt from Dorc da Orc who is standing there, with axe raised in hand, staring at a building that suddenly appeared in front of him. 

The big burly ork at hearing his rank in the Armies of Farque, turns around after blinking in surprise, wondering what just happened to him. 

And why his plan to get his bitter rival sir Percavelle Le Dic killed, has seemingly gone awry. 

"Da fuck is me at?" mutters Dorc da Orc with a large scowl upon his broad green brutish looking face, as he looks around wondering where he is. 

Seeing a number of armoured and armed individuals in black, in what appears to be a large alleyway, or a lane with him .

The large ork instantly recognizes that they're soldiers in the same Armies that he serves in, the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world asks them "Who you fucken cunts?" followed with a muttered "And where the fuck is me?".

"Third infiltration squad of the second, fifth" replies Maiya Garney who follows that with "Lead scout Garney commanding, general Dorc". 

The warleader of the ork race grunts in understanding. And though Dorkindle tends to forget a lot of things. And the fact he's a raving psychotic lunatic who will murder anyone on a whim. To be fair, all orks are raving psychotic lunatic murderers. 

There's a few things that he's extraordinarily talented at. And that doesn't include being a ferocious fighter in battle. 

The large ork is a general in the Armies of Farque for a reason. Not only can he see the ebb and flow of a battle, sometimes before it even happens. 

But when it comes to the military, any military for that matter. But in particular the one that he's a part of, The Armies of Farque. 

He knows all the ranks, companies, battalions, and divisions. Not to mention the individual armies. 

And the big, burly ork who was named warleader of his race by Lord Farque a number of years ago. Immediately recognizes which type of soldiers these particular Farqians are. 

"You some of that tree fucker cunt's spies" sourly says Dorc da Orc who always thought it sucked that Helbe the elven thief has his own special forces, within what's essentially the special forces of the Armies of Farque, the Scouts and Rangers division. 

The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks tends to forget that he has his own personal army within the Armies of Farque. 

And true they're a division made up entirely of goblins. They're still his personal army, who answer only to him, and Lord Farque himself. 

"Yes general" says Maiya Garney as it takes a moment for her to realize that the large ork just referred to prince Helbenthril Raendril as a tree fucking cunt. 

"He not fucken here is he?" asks the large ork who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks. 

As the ork warleader looks down the lane, Maiya Garney tells him "No general" followed by "He's not here". 

The lead scout then tells the big burly ork "We report to commander Tanith while we're in the city". 

Dorkindle grunts, and continues to scowl as he looks down the lane, wondering where he is. 

Seeing the baffled looking ork weaponsmith looking down the lane, loudly muttering wanting to know where he is. 

The lead scout, and commander of one the infiltration squads, Maiya Garney points the other way, and tells him "Ah general, that way". 

The large ork looks at her, and sees her pointing, he looks that way, and sourly smiles as he sees where he actually is. 

The warleader of the ork race, sees that he's on the far side of the massive square, from where he was previously, in front of the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

Dorkindle figures there's only one way he could of got here, and that is by magic. And he voices his displeasure with that, and says "Some fucken magicky cunt sent Dorc away". 

Wish they had sent you away for good, you fat fucking cunt, the large ork thinks to himself. 

He looks with disgust at his mother's skull tied to his belt. And doesn't bother replying to her voice in his head. Just one of a number of voices he hears within his own mind. 

Ignoring the voice of his "Mother". Dorc da Orc sees on the far side, the north side of the massive square, here in the city center. 

That Tam and the others with him, are now making their way up the massive steps to the council chambers. 

As most of those gathered there in front of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare, have backed away, and got out of the way of the young field commander and the group with him. 

The ork general in the Armies of Farque scowls even more, as he sees his bitter rival heading up the steps to the council chambers with the others. 

The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who has a sneaking suspicion that it was Beldane the cleric who sent him away, down here to the south side of Foundation Square. 

Narrows his eyelids as he watches what's going on at the north side of the massive square, here in the center of the capital city of Tuledare. 

Dorc da Orc sees that the guards in front of the large doors of the council chambers haven't moved. Nor some of the others on the landing with them, who don't seem to be from any church or temple, but appear to be other spellcasters. 

He looks at the soldiers in the Farqian infiltration squad, and tells them "Right, you cunts with general Dorc". 

"Ah yes general" says Maiya Garney the lead scout, who thinks it's best not to argue with the general in the Armies of Farque, especially one who is a stark raving mad ork. 

She looks at her squad, and nods for them to follow the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world. 

Who has exited the lane, and set off across the massive square, heading towards the north side, where the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare is located. 

Maiya Garney glances sideways at sergeant Blufont, who just shrugs in response to her enquiring look. 

Then the lead scout mutters "Hell" as she hopes they don't end up in the middle of something chaotic. Which is more than likely when one hangs around the ork general Dorc da Orc . . . . . .