Soldier Of Gods 39.

Tuledare. 

Jovan Garney the cleric sees them appear near the southwest corner of Foundation Square, then start crossing it, heading in this direction. 

"Whatever you do, stay behind me" quietly says Jovan Garney the cleric in the elven language, knowing that those in his church with him, including the two young runners, will understand him. 

Stepping behind the powerful young spellcaster, the experienced guardsman Oldham quietly says in the same language "Some of that lot look familiar" followed by "From down on the border, yesterday morning". 

The practitioner of magic, who is only a teenager, nods his head in agreement. As he recognizes some of those in the large group heading this way. 

As they apprehended him and members of his church yesterday morning, down on the southern border of the city-state of Tuledare. 

The most recognizable one being towards the back of the group, as he's far and away, larger than anyone else. 

It's the ork general, Dorc da Orc. Who was all for killing Jovan and the others in the church of Kaēvin who survived the attacks on their airships down in the southern border region. 

Glancing at the teenage fighting cleric, the priestess Saleane as she steps back, quietly says in elven "Looks like they've been noticed". 

The cleric in the church of Kaēvin, the god of scribes and wordsmiths, who also happens to be one of the human war gods. 

Looks up the massive steps, and sees that many of the others from various churches and temples who have gathered here this morning, in front of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. Have noticed the large group crossing the square from the southwest corner. 

The conversations die down as they watch the group predominantly in black armour and cloaks head this way across the largest square in the city. 

Eventually even the members of the magic order, who have been arguing with the council guards up near the front doors, notice the new arrivals. 

And they like everyone else, including the council guards, fall silent as they watch the group crossing the massive square, heading right here to the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

"They come like conquerers" quietly says the experienced guardsman Oldham in the elven language. 

"Because that's what they are" quietly says Jovan Garney the cleric in the same language, the powerful young spellcaster originally from the Lands Farque, continues to watch the large group cross Foundation Square. 

While the others who have also gathered here at the front of the council chambers, watch as the group from his homeland, head this way. 

The practitioner of magic, who is a member of the church of Kaēvin puts a hand, for reassurance, on to his mace. 

The magical weapon, as always during a time of anticipation, gives him a warning to be careful. Though it's the more general type of warning, and not the direct warning when Jovan himself is in danger. 

The teenager from the Lands Farque takes a little comfort in that, knowing he's not directly threatened. 

Though he knows that could change quickly. Considering who is amongst those heading this way across the massive square. 

And though the cleric Garney knows he's somewhat protected due to him being Farqian. If things get out of hand here, even he could be in danger. 

The seventeen year old spellcaster, who is the most powerful practitioner of magic in his church, here in the city of Tuledare. 

Knows that though he might not be directly threatened. He along with his fellow church members. 

Could get caught up in any altercation between those from the Armies of Farque who are approaching. And the others who have gathered here this morning in front of the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Kaēvin sees that it's field commander Tamric Drubine himself amongst those leading the group across Foundation Square. 

And though Jovan and the others from his church who survived the attack down in the southern border region. 

Didn't run into the young field commander at that time. There's others in the approaching group who they did interact with. 

Chief amongst them being the scout commander Lisell Maera, and the cleric Beldane. As well as the honorary member of Lord Farque's personal council, Shur Kee the monk. And the ork general, Dorc da Orc, along with his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Le Dic. 

The cleric in the church of Kaēvin knows that first off, to be most cautious of the large ork warleader, Dorc da Orc. And similarly sir Percavelle Le Dic. 

For the simple fact, the two of them are highly volatile, especially the ork general. And they could attack anyone and everyone for no reason what so ever. 

Jovan Garney knows from rumours while growing up, that the two of them don't care if you're a spellcaster or not. 

As they'll happily attack any practitioner of magic no matter how powerful they are. And by all accounts, and by the fact they're still alive. No spellcaster has bested them yet. 

The young cleric in the church of Kaēvin also knows to be cautious of the actual spellcasters in the group led by field commander Drubine. 

And though there's a couple of practitioners of magic in the young field commander's staff. It's the ones who travel with him, when they're with Lord Farque that he has to be most cautious around. 

They being the witch Saanea, who by all accounts, is the lover of Tamric Drubine. And even more importantly, the incredibly powerful cleric, Beldane. Whose magical mace, which is far more powerful and dangerous than Jovan's own. 

Is rumoured to have a mind of it's own. And often does what it wants to do, without the say so of Beldane, who is a member of the church of Glaine. 

The group from the Lands Farque close in on the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. And those gathered here this morning, who are scattered across the massive steps in front of the council chambers. 

The group come to a stop just before the steps, while those already here, wanting to get inside, along with the council guards fall completely silent as they wait for someone to speak. 

And to no surprise to Jovan Garney, it's the young field commander Tamric Drubine who speaks for those from the Lands Farque who are fighting on behalf of the city-state of Phamal, in the war against the city-state of Tuledare. 

"If you lot could stand aside" says Tamric Drubine the field commander to the various people from many of the churches and temples here in the capital city. 

"We're here to speak with what officials and administrators that remain" adds the young field commander, who Jovan Garney knows is from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and is noble born. 

The powerful young cleric in the church of Kaēvin glances up the massive steps, as someone calls down "Speak about what?". 

"The surrender of the city-state of Tuledare to the city-state of Phamal" calmly states the young man in his early twenties who commands the Fifth Army of Farque. 

Silence greets that statement, then someone else, the cleric Garney doesn't see who, says "That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think?". 

"Not really" replies Tamric Drubine, who the cleric Garney knows that he also goes by the name of Tam. 

"The Tuledarian forces along the southern border are defeated, those that haven't been wiped out, have surrendered" states the field commander who took over the command of the Phamalian forces in the war against the city-state of Tuledare. 

"Those in the disputed lands between Tuledare and Phamal likewise" says Tamric Drubine who continues with "And those that haven't are chasing their own tails because they don't know what's happening". 

He briefly pauses before he says "And here in the capital, your forces have been wiped out, and your financial infrastructure destroyed". 

The field commander in the Armies of Farque gestures upwards as he adds "And we control the skies above you". 

Then gesturing at the council chambers, Tamric Drubine says "And since your ruling council fled the city when the war started, and the army high command wiped out, there's only bureaucrats left to negotiate with". 

The young field commander briefly pauses before he says "Now like I said, stand aside" he then glances to the side at the cleric in the church of Glaine, Beldane and slightly nods. 

The fighting cleric in the half plate armour briefly glances upwards, slightly gesturing with his right hand as he does so. 

Jovan Garney, along with many others look up. As they do, the sky directly above them, just a couple hundred feet up, is suddenly occupied by a Krean scoutship, which until a moment or two ago, was over twenty thousand feet above the city of Tuledare. 

Now it's completely on one side, at an angle. With over twenty magetubes pointing directly at the council chambers, and those gathered on the massive steps in front of it. 

"If you don't move aside, you'll be obliterated" states Tamric Drubine, who after slightly shrugging says "I don't particularly care who I negotiate with, just as long as it's somebody who more or less works for the ruling council" followed by "It could be one of the servants, or one of the cleaners for all I care". 

Then after gesturing at the representatives from the various churches and temples in the city of Tuledare, as well those from the magic order who have gathered in front of the main building of the ruling council of the city-state. 

The young field commander in the Armies of Farque says "You have one chance to move aside" he follows that with "If you don't, it'll be the last thing you do" he briefly pauses before adding in a dry tone of voice "Well, last thing you won't do". 

Jovan Garney who knows that this is no idle threat, and that field commander Drubine will indeed wipe them out, if they don't move aside. 

Backs up and moves out of the way, forcing those from his church to back up as well, clearing the way for Tamric Drubine and those with him, to head up the massive steps to the council chambers proper. 

The powerful young cleric originally from the Lands Farque, looks at the other clergy, as well as the spellcasters from the city's magic order. Wondering if they'll get out of the way of the field commander and the group with him. 

Jovan Garney hopes to hell they do. As he knows if they don't, all hell will break lose. And it will be the last thing any of them will ever do. That he is certain of . . . . . .