Vexil.
Not wanting to answer the question asked by Mira Reinholt the mage. Zam the ex mercenary just shrugs and says "Ah".
"A bitch" says Dorc da Orc as he walks by "You look like a fucken bitch" adds the large ork who then laughs as he moves forward to catch up to Lord Farque.
The teenager originally from The City Of Ruins winces, then glances at the once powerful mage standing beside him.
Who today is a young man, apparently. Who Zam is pretty sure could pass for an ugly young woman. He's definitely an ugly young man for sure. As his lumpy appearance under his cloak is pretty much an eye sore.
"Fucking elf" mutters Mira Reinholt the mage who then sighs, and grunts, which does nothing to reaffirm how ugly he looks today thanks to the detailed illusion spell he's under that was cast by Helbe the elven thief.
"Ah we best get going" says the ex mercenary who is the youngest member of the group, the mage Reinholt nods, and the two of them set off after Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc.
While Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, and the woman named Malisse, who is really Zubutai the barbarian hordesman, lead the way from the Merchant's Rest inn this morning.
The day has dawned clear and sunny again, the fourth such day in a row. Zam who was expecting it to be at least cloudy today. Is glad that it's a fine spring morning, though much cooler than it was yesterday morning here in the city of Vexil.
The teenager who was scratching a living together as a mercenary in The City Of Ruins when the group found him.
Clears his throat, then asks the Vexillian born spellcaster "Come up with a name yet?" he then quietly adds "Can't very well go around calling you Mira".
Before the mage, who is also a highly skilled swordmaster can answer the youngest member of the group.
Dorc da Orc who can hear the two behind him and Lord Farque, glances back at the ex mercenary and the once powerful mage, and says "Ugly bitch" followed by "That your fucken name today Killer".
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world continues with "Dorc seen lots of ugly peoples" the ork weaponsmith then adds "You 'bout the mostest ugly lookin' cunt Dorc ever seen".
"Takes one to know one" dryly says the practitioner of magic who was once the most powerful mage of his generation, until he lost most of his powers when he miscast a spell that accidentally sent him offworld.
"What that s'pose to fucken mean?" says the ork warleader with a scowl upon his broad green brutish looking face when he looks back at the two following him and Lord Farque.
With an innocent look upon his face, the mage Reinholt just looks ahead at the warleader of the ork race.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle to give him his actual name goes to say something else, but he shuts up when the undead warlord walking next to him quietly says something in the language of the orks.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks just grunts and looks ahead. And for the meantime doesn't pay anymore attention to the pair following him and the large heavily armoured deathlord.
"Parvin" quietly says Mira Reinholt after Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman drops back to walk with the teenager from The City Of Ruins and the Vexillian swordmaster, and asks the once powerful mage what they should call him today.
"I guess" adds the practitioner of magic who today looks to be around Zam's age, when in actual fact he's in his fourties.
The frumpy looking young man just shrugs his shoulders, when Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman quietly says "And I thought I looked bad".
The hordes outrider from the southern tundra, who is a slightly overweight woman somewhere in her thirties, continues with "Well at least you only have to look like that today".
Malisse aka Zubutai Timaginson briefly pauses before adding "Well, unless the royal thief continues to keep you under that spell for longer".
The Vexillian born mage who like Malisse, is a member of Lord Farque's personal council. Grimaces at the thought of that. As he only wants to be under this particular spell while they're out and about this morning here in the city of Vexil.
Even though the mage Reinholt is an atheist. He'll gladly pray to any or all of the deities of Volunell. If it means he doesn't have to be under this particular illusion spell cast by his highness, prince Helbenthril Raendril for longer than necessary.
The rather ugly young man or woman depending on what light you see them in, mutters "I know" dryly followed by "Tell me about it".
In response to the rotund woman named Malisse who says "You're the one who wanted to get out of the inn today" then adds "So what did you expect?".
"To not look this repulsive for starters" is what Zam hears the once powerful mage mutter as the six of them, with Dalinvardèl Tanith out in front. Turn onto one of the main avenues here in the north of the city of Vexil this fine, but cool spring morning.
The ex mercenary who hails from The City Of Ruins glances again at the slovenly looking young man walking beside him, who could also pass for a young woman, an ugly one at that too.
Then the youngest member of the group quietly asks in elvish "Can't you cast such a spell on yourself?" followed by "One that makes you look ah" he briefly pauses before continuing with "Normal looking".
The Vexillian mage in exile, who is a member of the family that owns the largest and most successful trading company, not just here in the city-state of Vexil, but probably right across The Southlands too.
Quietly says in elvish to the teenager who is the youngest member of the group "Not really" followed by "Definitely not one as good as the one cast by our thieving prince".
The highly skilled swordmaster pauses for a moment or two, before continuing with "And one that will last no matter what" he then adds "Mine would unravel fairly quickly if I was to do a lot of things".
Zam nods, as does Malisse aka Zubutai the son of Timagin as the three of them follow behind Dorc da Orc and Lord Farque down one of the main avenues here in the north of the city of Vexil.
"So what exactly are we doing today?" asks the ex mercenary who is originally from The City Of Ruins.
The slightly overweight woman by the name of Malisse, is about to reply to the youngest member of the group, when Lord Farque glances back at them, and slightly shakes his full helmed head.
"Later" quietly says Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman to the ex mercenary walking to the left of her.
While to the right of Malisse, is the disheveled looking young man going by the name of Parvin this morning, here on the streets of the city of Vexil.
Up ahead, the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque says something in elvish, which the spy Tanith who is about fifty feet further along the avenue, easily hears.
The elf who is originally from the principality of Alinlae, and is now a commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque.
Nods his gray hooded head.
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as more often than not he's called by those who know him well, especially the others in the group.
Turns left onto another street, this one far quieter, and less busy that the avenue they make their way from.
The undead warlord who also has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands know him by.
Briefly takes ahold of the left arm of the ork warleader walking beside him. Dorkindle scowls at the large heavily armoured deathlord next to him.
Then the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks spots a hobbit come out of a lane on the opposite side of the street.
The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque scowls then snorts in disgust at the sight of the halfling on the other side of the street.
But for all that, he doesn't try to break away from the lord of the death realm. Who eventually let's go of Dorkindle's left arm after the hobbit enters a shop on the other side of the street. And the warleader of the ork race shows no interest in running after the lone halfling.
The large heavily armoured deathlord glances back at the trio behind him and Dorc da Orc, and looking at the rather ugly young man in what looks like a home spun cloak, and asks him "Fucking where?".
"Couple of streets further to the right" is the reply from the young man named Parvin, who really just a magical disguise for Mira Reinholt the mage, thanks to some creative spellcasting from Helbe the elven thief.
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque nods his full helmed head as he looks forward once again, and he quietly calls out directions for the spy Tanith who is leading the way this morning.
"Quite a few things of interest there by the feel of it" quietly says Lord Farque a short while later as they stand at the corner of a street, to the right of which, is the lane they'll be heading down.
The spy Tanith is already at the entrance to the lane, and is looking down it, whilst keeping an eye on the others who are close by.
Looking at the once powerful mage who is a member of his personal council, the deathlord of Farque quietly says in a slightly dry tone of voice "Plenty of your favourites in there".
The mage who technically is still in exile from his homeland, and is really only allowed to visit for short periods of time. Which undoubtedly he's well over, as the group have been here in the city of Vexil for a number of weeks already this spring. Nods his head yes in response to the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
"You used to frequent it back when you were a student at the Mage College?" asks Malisse aka Zubutai the son of Timagin as they set off and head to the lane that Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy has just entered.
"I did" replies the unruly looking youngster by the name of Parvin who is really Mira Reinholt the mage.
"As did a lot of the students" continues the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster.
"And teachers" adds the practitioner of magic who was once the most powerful mage of generation to be found, not just here in the city-state of Vexil, but also right across The Southlands.
As Zam follows Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc into the lane, and is just wondering were they're heading to.
The undead warlord quietly says in the elven language "Seems like there's a number of students and teachers there already this morning".
The large heavily armoured deathlord who has the elven name of Des'tier, which translates to The Destroyer, continues on with "Not to mention a bunch of other fucking spellcasters".
Up ahead, just a bit further on from where Dalinvardèl Tanith has just stopped. The ex mercenary spots the shop he assumes they've been making their way to this morning here in the city of Vexil.
It's a magical curio shop which no doubt sells various magical items and other things. Most likely potions and weapons.
Where they stop next to the spy Tanith, the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque quietly says "Dalin you and Zam go in with Mira, or Parvin or whatever the fuck his name is today".
The large heavily armoured deathlord continues with "We'll wait out here" referring to himself, along with Dorc da Orc and Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman.
The Vexillian mage in exile in the appearance of a rather ugly looking young man nods, then he heads into the large shop, which is a favourite for the magic using community here in the city of Vexil.
The mage Reinholt is followed by Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, then Zam the ex mercenary who both enter the shop after the local spellcaster who is in disguise thanks to a spell cast by Helbe the elven thief . . . . . .
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