Southern Girdane. Northern Vexil.
Looking down through the trees to their right. Beldane the cleric can see mercenaries from the Geist army hurrying south towards the nearby border with the city-state of Vexil.
The fighting cleric glances to his left, when Lord Farque says something to Dorc da Orc in the language of the orks.
The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque, who is rummaging through one of his sacks. No doubt looking for something to eat.
Grunts, then looks to where the large heavily armoured deathlord nods to.
The ork warleader grunts again, then he too watches the mercenaries who are hurrying to the nearby border. Which is just beyond the hill they're on top of.
The powerful cleric in the church of Glaine then looks away to the west when once again he hears the Girdanian warship that way. Shooting off some of it's magetubes.
The spellcaster who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, spots the patrol ship in the distance, in the light of the early morning sunshine, on what's a cold winters day.
As it's shooting down it's powerful magical weapons, towards the base of a hill further to the west.
The cleric in the half-plate armour figures there must be more mercenaries from the army gathered by the Geist cousins, in that direction. Who are also heading towards, and crossing the border when they get there.
The fighting cleric who is originally from northern Nastell, where his god Glaine is predominantly worshipped.
Glances to his left again and sees the undead warlord look closely at something down amongst the trees, on the other side of the hill, closer to the border.
The powerful practitioner of magic looks carefully in the same direction. Then he spots some wagons, that must of departed earlier.
After a moment, the member of the church of Glaine slightly winces as he recognizes the wagons as belonging to the mercenary captain Mackrin, and his company.
"Hell" mutters Beldane the cleric as he knows what's in the beds of those particular wagons. And he wonders if the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque will do something with them.
Since battle is fairly imminent on one side of the border or the other. Though probably both in the opinion of the Nastellian born spellcaster.
Then Beldane turns and looks north, when Lord Farque says "They're heading this way fairly quickly" followed in a slightly dry tone with "Of fucking course the royal thief will get here first".
The undead warlord then tells the fighting cleric that the group are moving fairly quickly. As both Mira Reinholt the mage and Saanea the witch, are taking turns to teleport the others.
The powerful practitioner of magic can't sense them yet, but he figures they, well at least, Helbe the elven thief won't take all that long to get here.
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque then says "Another Girdanian warship is coming from that way too" he continues with "There's another one following behind that one as well".
The cleric in the church of Glaine quickly spots them in the distance away to the north after he casts a farsight spell upon himself.
Knowing that Lord Farque, along with Dorc da Orc can clearly see the Girdanian aircorp vessels in question. That's if the ork weaponsmith bothered to look that way.
Because the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, is busy watching what's happening closer to the hill they're on top of. Here in the border region between the kingdom of Girdane and the city-state of Vexil.
The ork who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks. Who he happened to of killed a number of years ago. Which was only fair, as she was doing her very best to kill him at the time.
Is looking towards the nearby border, which is marked by a stream running through the trees, a bit further to the south of the hill they're on.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, is looking further into northern Vexil, and after grunting, he says something in the ork language. Which of course, the Nastellian born fighting cleric in the church of Glaine doesn't understand.
Lord Farque nods his full helmed head in agreement with whatever it is the warleader of the ork race just said.
Then the undead warlord notices the powerful spellcaster standing next to him, glance at him, wondering what the large ork just said.
With a gesture down at the mercenaries in the army gathered by the Geist cousins, Gamil and Farsen.
Who are hurrying through the trees on this cold winters morning, trying to get to the border, and to cross it in as quick as fashion as possible.
The lord of the death realm tells the cleric in the half plate armour "That lot are in for a shock". The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands also know him by, continues with "There's a fairly large Vexillian force across the border".
The large heavily armoured deathlord whose elven name is Des'tier, which means The Destroyer, adds "A fair fucking few of this lot are going to run straight into them".
After the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine winces when he hears that, the deathlord of Farque dryly tells him "Better chances against them, than the Girdanian warships on the way here".
Beldane the cleric nods his head in agreement with that. Then he goes back to looking for those wagons in captain Mackrin's company. After a few moments, he spots them again.
The powerful spellcaster who is originally from the north of his homeland, the kingdom of Nastell.
Knows that what's in them, could very well turn the tide of a battle if captain Mackrin's company. Or for that matter, all of the gathered Geist mercenary army.
Find itself in a battle with the forces of the army of the city-state of Vexil, who are up here in the border region between their nation, and the kingdom of Girdane.
The undead warlord turns around again, and looks away to the north. Beldane does so too, and the large heavily armoured deathlord points, then tells the fighting cleric "There".
The powerful cleric in the church of Glaine with the farsight spell he's cast, sees the small clearing the lord of the death realm has pointed to.
"The royal thief will be there any moment now" says Draugodrottin, who continues with "He's got Tam with him" followed by "Bring them here".
Beldane the cleric nods, then he disappears as he teleports away. Knowing that Helbe the elven thief is hell of a lot faster than him. But he can travel much further with a teleportation spell than the elven magic user, due to how powerful he is.
Tamric Drubine the field commander is just about to ask the elven masterthief something.
But he's to slow, as the young elven noble makes them disappear again, as they shift away as they head south towards the border.
"Fuck" yelps Tamric Drubine the field commander, while next to him the elven master assassin mutters something in the royal elven language after they reappear in a small clearing amongst the trees, off to the side of the forest road they've been more or less following south.
"How did you" says Helbe the elven thief, who then dryly adds "Never mind, I know how" as he and field commander Drubine find themselves standing in front of Beldane the cleric.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel glances at Narladene the ground pixie upon his right shoulder.
Seeing the look directed at her by the highly talented elven magic user she's attached to. The tiny winged creature just shrugs her shoulders in reply to him.
With a grin upon his face, Beldane the cleric says "Come on, I'll take you there" and he steps between the young noble from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and the elven practitioner of magic.
The powerful cleric then looks to the south in the distance, and he teleports them all away. About five miles, to a hilltop basically on the border with the city-state of Vexil.
Lord Farque doesn't even turn as Beldane returns with Tamric Drubine the field commander and Helbe the elven thief.
The three of them step forward to stand beside the large heavily armoured deathlord, who says "Dorc tell Tam and Helbe what's happening".
The large ork starts talking, and the undead warlord rolls his eyes, before saying "In common you big fucking idiot".
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world who is a general in the Armies of Farque, grunts.
Then he switches to the common language and starts explaining to the young Sarcrinian noble, and the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel.
What's happening here along the border between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane.
And how the mercenary army of the Geist cousins Gamil and Farsen, are fleeing south across the border into Vexil.
Trying to avoid the Girdanian aircorp vessels, one of which, a patrol ship. Has already turned up. While two more, are approaching from the north.
And how the gathered mercenary army, or what's left of it. Are more or less heading towards a large contingent of Vexillian forces across the border.
"Think they've got a chance?" asks Tamric Drubine the field commander after Dorc da Orc has finished outlining what's going on.
While away to the west, the Girdanian patrol ship, is circling a hill further to the left of the one they're on top of.
"Everyone's got a chance" is the reply from Lord Farque who after a brief pause, adds "Though their one is fairly fucking small".
The undead warlord gestures to the south, as he continues with "Though it's better over there, than it is on this side of the border".
Both Helbe the elven thief and Tamric Drubine the field commander nod in agreement with that from the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
"If either side slips up" says the elven master archer referring to both the Girdanian forces and the Vexillian ones.
"They'll end up fighting one another" continues the young elven noble who is a member of the royal family that rules the principality of Laerel.
"That maiden you three have been after will finally get what she wants" adds the highly talented elven magic user who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, snorts at hearing that, then he chuckles while shaking his head.
"She's dead" says Beldane the cleric to the elven magic user from Laerel and the young noble originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
Both of whom are more than a little surprised at hearing that from the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine.
Who then explains to them what's happened concerning the elven maiden Salinéll who was posing as Misa Geist. Whose headless body lies towards the base of the hill the group are on top of at the moment.
As the powerful practitioner of magic originally from the kingdom of Nastell speaks to Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well. And Helbe the elven thief or prince Helbenthril Raendril to give his full name and title.
Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc continue to watch the mercenary army of the Geist cousins Gamil and Farsen. Many of whom have now crossed over the border into the city-state of Vexil, or are just about to.
The ork weaponsmith is just wondering if something's going to happen, when he does spot something.
The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque, says to the undead warlord in orkish "Fucken see that?".
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, points as he continues with "Them cunts there gonna fucken get it".
The large heavily armoured deathlord who has already sensed what Dorkindle is referring to, nods his full helmed head, then says in the language of the orks "Yeah I see it cunt". Draugodrottin or Des'tier to give his elven name continues with "Heading right for 'em".
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque is about to switch to the common language, and tell Helbe the elven thief, Tamric Drubine the field commander and Beldane the cleric something. When he quickly looks to the west as he senses something in that direction.
"We're about to have some company" is what the lord of the death realm says instead, he gestures to the west, getting the attention of the others, with the exception of Dorc da Orc who is busy watching the mercenaries of the army gathered by the Geist cousins, crossing over the border into the city-state of Vexil.
"Hell" mutters the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine as they see the Girdanian aircorp patrol ship head towards the hill that they're on top of, here in the border region between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane.
"Want me to get rid of it?" asks Helbe the elven thief who has already brought down one Girdanian warship this cold winters morning.
After glancing at the approaching cutter, Lord Farque slightly shrugs his broad heavily armoured shoulders, then says "If it fires at us" followed by "Sure".
The elven masterthief rolls his eyes, while field commander Drubine wryly smiles, and the cleric Beldane just shakes his head.
As all three of them know that they'll more than likely get attacked by the Girdanian aircorp patrol ship.
For the simple reason they're basically out in the open, on the hilltop they're upon. True, they're near some trees. Though not under the canopy of the trees.
They'll be spotted by the lookouts and others onboard the Girdanian warship. If they haven't already.
On this cold winters morning, here along the border between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane . . . . . .
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