Vexil/Girdane Border Region.
Gamil Geist storms out of the command tent, his younger cousin Farsen storms out right behind him. The others follow the Geist cousins out.
The guard commander Kilmas has the camp followers go back in and continue to pack things up, and break the tent down.
They keep well clear of the Geist cousins as they make their way back into the large tent. As Gamil is pacing back and forth, angrily muttering to himself.
While the larger, and younger cousin Farsen. Just stands there, glaring at the tree covered hill to the south that the camp is behind.
Eventually it's the younger cousin Farsen who calms down first. When he spots the mercenary company of captain Hafnah. With it's cockatrice. Not to mention, Hafnah's daughter, Danielle. Who Farsen Geist is enamoured with.
Making their way from camp. Heading south to the nearby border with the city-state of Vexil. On this cold winters morning, here in the border region between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane.
After glancing to his left, and sourly smiling to himself, Farsen Geist says "What about her?" followed by "What should we do with her?.
He's obviously addressing his older cousin Gamil, who stops muttering, and grunts as he first looks over at his younger cousin, then at who Farsen is referring to.
A sour smile appears on the face of the older cousin too as he looks at the elven maiden by the name of Salinéll.
Who has tricked the Geist cousins, and got them involved in something that wasn't what they wanted, or for that matter, needed.
True, Gamil and Farsen Geist wanted to stir up animosity between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane.
Hoping to spark a border dispute, and eventually a border war between the two nations. Which they were hoping would help the fortunes of their trading company.
They definitely didn't want a full on war between Vexil and Girdane. One such one, that would suck in other nations in this region of The Southlands.
Causing an expanded war in what's the vast central region of The Southlands.
The older Geist cousin looks on in disgust at the elven maiden, who is being held by the arm by the large individual in the dark blue, black full plate armour.
Gamil Geist is just thinking about what should be done about Salinéll the elven magic user, who posed as their cousin Misa, who it turns out has been dead for some time.
When the cleric from captain Marqand's company, Beldane speaks up, and says "There's a bit of a problem".
"Oh?" says Gamil Geist who looks over at the cleric in the church of Glaine, then he adds "What kind of problem?".
After glancing at Lord Farque, who he sees slightly nods his full helmed head. Beldane the cleric says "The army's in trouble here".
"How?" demands the older of the two cousins, both of whom run their family's fairly successful trading company.
"Girdanian warships are on the way here" explains the fighting cleric who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell.
"And just across the border is a significant number of Vexillian forces" adds the powerful practitioner of magic who is a member of the church of Glaine.
"Hell" mutters Gamil Geist, while his younger cousin Farsen winces when he hears that. As does their guard commander Kilmas. While the wizard Hoptas just shakes his head as he thinks about how badly things have gone of late.
"You won't stand a chance against them both" says the fighting cleric in the half plate armour, who follows that with "Your best chance is against just the one".
"I'd suggest over in Vexil" says Lord Farque who speaks up, he continues with "There's no fucking way you lot will survive against the Girdanian aircorp".
Beldane the cleric nods in agreement with the undead warlord, then he says "Best to take on the companies of the Vexillian army over there".
Gamil Geist looks like he's just swallowed something sour from the look upon his face. His younger cousin Farsen looks pretty similar after hearing that too.
Before the two cousins can make a decision, commander Kilmas instantly sees the wisdom in what the Nastellian cleric and the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque have just suggested.
And he waves over some of his men, and gives the order for the entire army to basically abandon camp, and cross the border into the city-state of Vexil as quickly as possible.
Gamil Geist nods at the orders from the guard commander of his family's trading company. Then he looks at the elven prisoner, then glances at his younger cousin beside him.
Farsen Geist grunts at seeing that look from his older cousin, then the younger Geist cousin quietly says "Get rid of her".
"Permanently" adds Gamil Geist with a final look of disgust at the elven maiden Salinéll, who is then hauled away by the large figure in the full suit of dark blue, black plate armour.
Beldane the cleric and Dorc da Orc follow after the large heavily armoured deathlord, and the elven magic user who hails from the principality of Alinlae that they've captured.
While all around them, mercenaries from various companies, are busy packing up what gear they can carry. Then rush off south, towards the nearby border with the city-state of Vexil.
Hissing in pain due to the extremely strong grip upon her right arm, Salinéll the elven maiden says in the language of her people "What are you going to do to me?".
"You heard your cousins" dryly replies Lord Farque who also has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands know him by.
"We're getting rid of you" continues the lord of the death realm, who briefly pauses before adding "Permanently".
The deathlord of Farque has led them out of camp, and is heading up the hill it's located behind.
The large heavily armoured deathlord is heading more eastwards than directly south, as most of the Geist mercenary army is going directly south over the hill, as they rush towards the nearby border.
Once amongst the trees when they're part way up the hillside, the lord of the death realm who has the elven name of Des'tier, comes to a stop.
"Think they'll make it?" asks Beldane the cleric with a nod back in the direction they've come from.
"Probably not" is the reply from Draugodrottin, who continues with "An airship, a patrol vessel, cutter by the feel of things, is almost here".
The undead warlord slightly turns, and nods to the west, and continues with "That way" he then adds "It'll catch a bunch of them before they get across the border".
The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine nods when he hears that, then he looks at the elven magic user who the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque has got a firm hold of.
Resigned to her fate as she looks at the trio who have captured her, who are just watching her. Salinéll the elven maiden says "Go ahead do it".
"Very well" says the deathlord of Farque, who is about to snap the elven magic user's neck, but decides not to as he's thought of something else, that's far more appropriate all things considered.
Des'tier says something in the ork language, that causes Dorc da Orc to grunts in surprise, then suddenly grin.
The elf from the principality of Alinlae, looks at the large ork, who she has been after for more than twenty five years. Who is taking a spear from across his back.
"Since me killed your dad's" says Dorc da Orc, who chuckles as the elven maiden scowls at him in anger, and disgust at the mention of the death of her father.
"You can fucken due just like him" adds the ork warleader who has grin from ear to ear as he looks at the elven magic user.
"I don't care what you do" says Salinéll the elven maiden as the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world takes a few steps back from where he was standing.
"Nothing you do, you foul stinking bast" is what Salinél gets out, before she's abruptly cut off by the spear that's thrown at her by the large ork.
A spear that hits her directly in the head, and hits her so hard her head shatters apart into nothing. Pretty similar to what happened to her father during the Battle of Vexil over a quarter of a century ago, when Dorc da Orc killed him with a ballista he was using like a crossbow.
Lord Farque lets go of the elven maiden's arm, and the headless, and very much lifeless body of Salinéll the elven maiden falls to the ground.
Then as Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, chuckles as he goes and retrieves his spear which is sticking into a nearby tree.
Beldane the cleric after a glance down at the dead elven magic user from the principality of Alinlae, looks to where the lord of the death realm nods.
Looking to the west, the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine spots an airship in the distance, heading more or less in this direction.
"Come on" says Draugodrottin, who doesn't even bother to look at the dead body of Salinéll the elven maiden, and instead starts heading up the hillside.
"Might as well watch what happens" adds the large heavily armoured deathlord, who is quickly joined by Beldane the cleric.
Then eventually Dorc da Orc, after the ork weaponsmith takes a quick shit on the dead body of the elven magic user they've chased across both Vexil and Girdane recently.
Something he wasn't able to do over twenty five years ago to her father, who was a general in the combined armies that invaded the city-state of Vexil.
As the chortling ork warleader hurries to catch up to the undead warlord and the fighting cleric, the sound of magetubes firing can be heard in the distance.
As the approaching Girdanian warship has caught sight of the mercenary army amongst the trees, who are hurrying south on this cold winters morning here in the border region between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane . . . . . .
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