Soldier Of Gods 43.

The City Of Tuledare. 

"Ilethil del hélia anü délnil?". Where the hell are they? mutters Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy as he makes his way through the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

The predominantly circular building, is one of, if not the largest building or structure in the capital of the city-state of Tuledare. 

And the elf who is originally from the principality of Alínlae, and is now a commander in the Armies of Farque, and is in fact one of the traveling companions of Lord Farque himself. 

Has just exited the actual central chamber, the massive circular chamber that goes down a few floors. 

Where the ruling council holds the public council meetings, to an audience of hundreds who sit in the arena like seating. 

At present it's basically empty, except for a couple of cleaners that the spy Tanith disturbed as they were wiping down the chairs and large table that the ruling council usually sit at during the public meetings. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, wasn't expecting any of the ruling council to be here. As he knows they've all fled the city of Tuledare, there whereabouts unknown at this time. 

What the elven spy, who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland, the principality of Alínlae. 

Was hoping to find at least some of the officials and bureaucrats who serve the ruling council of Tuledare. 

The commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque pauses for a moment as he stands outside the central chamber. 

Then he nods in understanding as he figures out where some of the officials and bureaucrats could actually be this morning.

And as he hears the rest of the group approaching from the left along the wide curving hallway, that goes around the central chamber. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith heads the other way, in search of any of the city officials or bureaucrats who have essentially been running the war against the city-state of Phamal, ever since the ruling council disappeared. 

And definitely in the last few days, since a number of the city-state's top generals, and army commanders have either been killed or are missing. 

The elven spy has moved off, and can't be seen when Tamric Drubine the field commander and the others who are with him. 

Approach the doorways that the spy Tanith was previously standing in front of, which opens up into the central chamber of main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

Both the young field commander and Beldane the cleric look in through the open doorway, and find the massive arena like chamber empty, with the exception of a couple of cleaners down on the floor, where the table and chairs of the ruling council is located. 

The noble born field commander originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and the powerful spellcaster who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, share a look. 

Then Tamric Drubine the field commander quietly says "Dalin thought they might not be in here" he continues with "More than likely they're in their offices". 

Beldane the cleric nods his head in agreement, then he asks "Shall we continue on?" followed by "I doubt we'll run into anyone until we get to the offices". 

The young field commander who is not just in charge of the Fifth Army of Farque, but also the entire war effort on behalf of the city-state of Phamal against the city-state of Tuledare, nods that they should. 

Then Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, looks over at his lover Saanea the witch, and lifts a questioning eyebrow. 

She nods, then from behind her, walks a cat, which takes off running in the direction that a little while ago, Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy went. "That way" says Saanea the witch gesturing in the direction that her familiar just ran off in. 

The overall commander of the Fifth Army of Farque nods and sets off again, with Beldane the cleric at his side, and the rest of the group following after him. 

To the rear of the group, walking next to the woman named Malisse, who is in fact the hordes outrider Zubutai Timaginson, sir Percavelle Le Dic says "I say good dame, doth you hear that?". 

"Ah, no" replies Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman as she looks at the large, heavily armoured knight walking beside her at the rear of the group. 

"Thought I heard that damn filthy green demon, wot" loudly mutters the nobleman originally from the kingdom of Druvic, who glances back in the direction they've come from. 

Further back around the curving hallway that goes completely around the massive central chamber here in the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

Dorc da Orc who has just loudly growled at some passing servants, who hurried to get out of his way. 

Briefly pauses as he sniffs deeply through his nostrils, the large ork grunts, in both satisfaction, and annoyance. Often the same thing when it comes to his grunts. 

Continues on his way through the curving hallway, with Shur Kee the monk walking beside him. And following behind them, the infiltration squad led by Maiya Garney the lead scout. 

Who looks back behind her and sergeant Blufont, at the sorcerer Carnid who quietly says to her in the elven language "We're still following the field commander and the others". 

As he can sense Beldane the cleric, and his extremely powerful magical mace, as well as Saanea the witch further along in the hallway that they're in. 

The spellcaster in the Farqian infiltration squad, then quietly adds "And your younger brother Jovan is still following behind us". 

As the powerful young cleric and the others in the church of Kaēvin with him, are just out of sight further behind them in the curving hallway that circles the central chamber here in the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

Up in front, Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, looks back at the infiltration squad in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Fifth Army of Farque, and glares at them to be silent. 

The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, grunts in satisfaction when those following him fall silent. 

Then the ork warleader who is a general in the Armies of Farque, looks down at Shur Kee the monk next to him, who asks him "Are we going the right way, friend Dorc?". 

After rolling his eyes, as he hates being called friend by the short statured monk, though he gave up years ago trying to get the physical adept to stop calling him that. 

Dorc da Orc replies with "Yeah cunt" and with a gesture in the direction they're going, in the long curving hallway that circles the central chamber here in the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

The ork weaponsmith tells the acolyte in the order of Bru Li "We goin' the right fucken way". The ork general quickly sniffs to make sure they're still following the others. 

Then he grunts when he gestures the way they're heading, and he says "Tam and them other cunts" followed by a growl, with "And that fucken knight cunt". 

Continued with "Are that fucken way, me can fucken smell the bunch of bitches, and which way them cunts going". 

Shur Kee the monk nods in understanding as he walks alongside the large ork as they trail behind the others, here in the council chambers on this cold autumn morning. 

Further back in the long curving hallway that circles the central chamber of the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

Jovan Garney the cleric, and a small group from his church, the church of Kaēvin, are heading in the same direction as the groups further in front of them. 

The powerful young cleric originally from the Lands Farque, walks side by side with the experienced guardsman, Oldham. 

With the young church guard Sammit, along with the priestess Saleane, following closely behind the two of them. 

The experienced guardsman Oldham glances at the powerful young spellcaster beside him, and quietly asks him "We going the right way father?". 

The seventeen year old in the half plate armour, nods his head yes in reply to the question from the experienced guardsman. 

Then as he continues to sense out in front of them, Jovan Garney the cleric quietly says "We're going the right way". 

The fighting cleric, who just happens to be the most powerful practitioner of magic in his church, currently in the city of Tuledare, then silently adds, I just hope the lot we're following are going the right way. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy briefly pauses, and glances back in the direction he's come from, then he turns left, and makes his way out of the long curving hallway that circles the central chamber, here in the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

The commander in the Armies of Farque, heads quickly down a straight hallway, on the left side of which, are tall glass windows, an expense to be sure, every fifty feet or so. Giving a view outside to the west of the massive building, that houses the council chambers. 

The spy Tanith, who has the advantages of his race's natural senses, slows down as he gets near the end of the hallway, at the end of which is a turn to the right. 

The spy who is originally from the elven principality of Alínlae, gets to the end of hallway, where he stops just before the corner with the turn to the right. 

With his side against the wall, Dalin takes a step forward and stops at the exact corner, which he quickly glances around. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy pulls his head back, and mutters "Gaile". Fuck. In the elven language. 

The commander in the Armies of Farque, who knows the layout of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

Knows that the most of the offices used by the bureaucracy of the Tuledarian ruling council, are located at the end of the hallway to the right. 

The only problem is that there's a fair few armed and armoured individuals in the hallway to the right. 

Dalin who could hear them from some distance away, immediately recognizes them as hired mercenaries, and not council guards which one would expect to find in the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. 

"Halié dacín li avathil gía olm halicathól". Well this is going to get interesting, Dalinvardèl Tanith murmurs to himself, as he hears the group led by Tamric Drubine the field commander, entering the hallway that he's currently in . . . . . .