The City-State Of Vexil.
"Filthy beast" is all sir Percavelle Lé Dic said when they joined up with the rest of the group, on a rise, just over the border in northern Vexil.
And though from then, the large heavily armoured knight originally from the kingdom of Druvic, looks like he's ignored his bitter rival, Dorc da Orc.
The noble born knight has constantly glanced, in a disapproving manner of course, at the large ork who stands nearby.
As for the ork warleader, he's totally ignored the former paladin in the order of The Knights of Saint Mar'che.
Infact the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, didn't know sir Percavelle and the others showed up.
Until he turned around to take a piss, and found them with Tamric Drubine the field commander and Beldane the cleric.
Lisell Maera the scout leader just shakes her head as she looks at sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group.
As the former earl of Lé Dic constantly glares at the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks, who stands apart from the rest of the group, here on top of the wooded rise.
Lisell Maera or Lis as more often than not she's called by those who know her well, is just about to say something.
When next to her, Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy says "Up there" followed by "He's heading this way".
The scout Maera, along with the others look up into the clear morning sky here in northern Vexil, and they see a wyvern flying over the heavily forested hills.
A wyvern heading this way. A wyvern upon which is the large heavily armoured figure of Lord Farque.
Helbe the elven thief who has gone off, who knows where. Suddenly reappears next to Tamric Drubine, Mira Reinholt the mage and Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman.
As the wyvern drops down closer to the treetops, as it heads between the hills, towards the rise that the group is on.
They, with the exception of Dorc da Orc, move back as the large winged creature, banks to the right, and comes into land.
The wyvern lands with a flurry of flapping wings, and the undead warlord hops down off it as it settles down.
Though only after it hisses in anger at Dorc da Orc who stands much closer to it than the rest of the group.
Lisell Maera faintly smiles as the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque as he walks towards the rest of them, says something in the ork language.
Which causes Dorc or Dorkindle which is his given name, to scowl in annoyance. Before he steps away from the wyvern, and follows the deathlord of Farque to where the rest of the group are.
Though the large ork often glances back at the wyvern. And by the look on the ork general's face, Lis is pretty sure, he wants to go fly upon the large winged creature.
Or kill it. Possibly eat it. Or for that matter, fuck it. The scout Maera isn't too sure. Probably all three of those things, considering one can never be certain with the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
The undead warlord just nods his full helmed head as he looks at Helbe the elven thief, who tells him "Just the dregs left".
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel continues with "They're pretty much all over the border now".
The highly talented elven magic user gestures down to the right of them, into the forest as he adds "Unsurprising there's hardly any Vexillian forces here" he continues with "Most of them are in battle or pursuing the bulk of the Geist mercenary army, who are further south, and southwest".
Lord Farque nods his full helmed head, then says "There's a bit of a problem". He then explains what the problem is, as most of the group. With the exception of Dorc da Orc, sir Percavelle Lé Dic, and Shur Kee the monk listen to what the lord of the death realm has to say.
Lisell Maera shares a look with Tovis the war engineer. For though they're loyal to the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque. After all they're in his armies.
They're not that okay with some of the decisions he makes. Like now, as they find out why the undead warlord wants both the Geist cousins mercenary army, and the Vexillian forces here in the very north of the city-state.
Moving away, further to the south and southwest. And not going anywhere to the east, here in the border region between the two nations of Vexil and Girdane.
As that way is a number of old gold mines. The closest of which is only a few miles away. Old mines that until recently were abandoned.
Until they were reopened by the elven maiden Salinéll. Who attempted to start a full scale war, not just between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane. But other nations, as well as unruled lands here in the central region of The Southlands.
"Ooohhh loot" says Dorc da Orc when he hears the mention of the old mines. Which finally distracts him from continuously glancing at the nearby wyvern.
Which is lying down flat on it's haunches, watching them all. In particular the large heavily armoured figure of the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
Ignoring the large ork who is a general in his armies, Lord Farque says "I want that column of new arrivals gone" followed by "They could end up quite close to that nearest mine".
"You want me to move them off?" asks Helbe the elven thief, who with a few easy spells can get quite large number of people going where he wants them to go.
The undead warlord slightly shakes his full helmed head then says "Unfortunately there's stragglers from the mercenary army heading south, that way too" followed by "It'll be a fucking shit show when they meet up".
The deathlord of Farque who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands also know him by, then says "What I want done is".
The lord of the death realm then switches to the royal elven language, which only the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel can speak and understand.
The eyebrows of the highly talented elven magic user shoot up in surprise as he listens to what the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque has to say.
"You sure about that?" asks Helbe the elven thief in the same language, which gets him a stare from the large heavily armoured deathlord.
The elven master assassin, who is a member of the personal council to Draugodrottin, winces. Then switching back to the common language, he says "I'll do it".
Though by the sounds of it, most of the others think the elven masterthief isn't particularly pleased to do whatever it is that Lord Farque has told him to do.
The undead being who has the elven name of Des'tier, looks at the others, points and in common says "Head that way".
He gestures upwards, then says "I'll keep an eye on things up there" followed by "I'll warn you if someone's near".
The lord of the death realm pauses, then looks away to the west of the rise they're on, then says to them "Speaking of which".
The others look that way, and it's Beldane the cleric who senses it first, as he's the most powerful of the spellcasters in the group, and he says "Mageglobe heading this way".
Saanea the witch then senses it, followed by Helbe the elven thief, and eventually Mira Reinholt the mage.
"Must of created it to seek out spellcasters not in the Vexillian army" says Mira Reinholt the mage referring to the creator of the mageglobe, and the living piece of magic that's heading this way.
And though some of the group share nervous looks, Draugodrottin tells them all "Don't worry about it".
"Easy for you to say" murmurs Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman which earns him a glance from the undead warlord.
Which shuts up the rotund woman who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who just happens to inhabit the body of Malisse.
Beldane the cleric ducks down as he looks westwards, the mage Reinholt steps forward to stand beside him, and he too ducks down so he can look through the trees.
"It's coming" states Beldane the cleric who can clearly sense the mageglobe heading this way through the forest.
After a few moments of silence, Helbe the elven thief says "There it is". Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy spots it too.
And a short while later, the crouching cleric in the church of Glaine says "I see it". "Same" says Mira Reinholt the mage who spots the living piece of magic in the distance, weaving between the trees as it heads towards the rise the group is on.
"Like I said" says Draugodrottin, who continues on from that with "Don't worry about it". Both Beldane and the mage Reinholt get up from where they've been crouching.
And the once powerful mage who hails from here in the city-state of Vexil, gets ready to create a mageglobe of his own.
While the powerful cleric, along with Saanea the witch, as well as Helbe the elven thief prepare to create wards to protect themselves, and the others from incoming mageglobe.
Lord Farque glances at them, and sourly smiles behind the faceplate of his full helm. The undead warlord then takes a few steps forward of them all, as well a few steps down the rise on it's west side.
Then quickly the others all spot the mageglobe heading their way. The apple sized blue ball of living magic, shoots out from the trees, and up the side of the rise. As it heads towards the closet spellcaster. Which is pretty much all of them, as they're standing fairly close to one another.
Then just before it reaches them, Des'tier puts out his right hand, and catches the fast moving mageglobe.
The lord of the death realm squeezes his gauntleted hand, destroying the living piece of magic before it can end it's own life and explode.
"Mira" sourly says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque as another mageglobe, similar to the first. Shoots off from the side of the rise, and head back in the direction the first living piece of magic came from.
"Force of habit" says Mira Reinholt the mage with an unapologetic shrug of his shoulders as he along with the others, watch his mageglobe shoot off through the trees, heading west, before it drops down into the ground and disappears.
The undead warlord just shakes his full helmed head, then says to them all "Get going". Then he walks over to the waiting wyvern. And in a few moments, he's up in the clear winters morning sky.
Meanwhile, about a mile and a half away to the southwest, a mage in the Vexillian army, who is following a company of soldiers who are in pursuit of some of the mercenaries who have crossed over the border into northern Vexil from the kingdom of Girdane.
Is frowning as he looks off to the northeast, as he can no longer sense the mageglobe he sent off in that direction a little earlier.
Hoping to catch any enemy spellcaster who maybe trailing after the rest of the mercenaries who have crossed the border into northern Vexil.
The spellcaster in the Vexillian army who is still frowning, wondering what happened to his living piece of magic which suddenly disappeared without coming to the end of it's life.
For a brief moment thought his mageglobe was coming back this way. But he can't sense it, and for that matter, any spellcaster in and around the area where his mageglobe disappeared from.
The Vexillian army mage shrugs his shoulders, then turns, and starts walking quickly to catch up with the company he's with.
The powerful practitioner of magic walks up behind a few of the soldiers, who have stopped to wait for him.
The mage in the army of Vexil is just about to say something to them. When suddenly the ground beneath him, and them, violently erupts upwards in a fiery explosion.
Even if the Vexillian army mage was to hurriedly put up wards. They wouldn't do anything to protect him and the soldiers he's joined up with.
As he, like particularly every other spellcaster, doesn't put up a barrier spell that also goes underneath him, and the ground he's standing on.
It's the same reason why the practitioner of magic in the army of the city-state of Vexil, didn't sense underground. As he like pretty much all spellcasters, especially mages. Tend not to sense beneath the ground for any danger.
It's why Mira Reinholt the mage had his living piece of magic go down into the ground, as it head off, back in the direction the mageglobe Lord Farque destroyed, came from.
And why he made so, that when it came to the end of it's life, it exploded right underneath it's target. In this instance, a mage in the army of the city-state of Vexil.
So it's on the clear winters morning, the ground explodes upwards in fire and magical energy. Instantly killing the mage and the Vexillian soldiers with him.
Sending what's left of their charred bodies, along with dirt, rocks, and bits of destroyed trees. Flying upwards into the sky in a mushroom like cloud of burning debris.
Here in the hill country that makes up the border region between the city-state of Vexil and the kingdom of Girdane . . . . . .
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