Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 3 - The Imperials)


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Silas accepts the skull from the formian reluctantly and says, "Thank you for your assistance. If things do not go well for you our village is not far from here, though it may be some time before we are able to return there. However, we will still be willing to help you." Uncertain of formian custom he awkwardly raises one hand in farewell and begins the ascent.

At the rim of the pit Silas stops and looks down into the darkness. The ring of steel against steel and the screams of battle echo up the shaft and Silas sighs. It's all so senseless. If only I had been able to persuade them. Turning back to his companions he smiles wearily and follows them down to where the horses were left.

Back at camp:
Rix said:
"Where the hell have you been?"
Silas smiles. "Good to see you again, Rix. Unfortunately we were delayed." He holds up the skull when Alexander answers and points in Silas' direction.
 

After some a brief victory celebration, you gather up the remains of your two dead, and four of your militiamen insist on returning home to give them a proper burial. But first Ornal, a weather-worn old woodsman, insists of Kel and Alexander saying some proper words for the dead in the way of their religion.
 


OOC: Ummm...very good...

The party continues leading the rest of the men, and although several get sick along the way, all make it to the end of your journey more than a week later. You are still hidden partially by forest, but before you lies wide plains filled with overgrown wheat and tall grass. In the distance you can see the mountains of the dwarves, perhaps only another half day's march away. From your location you can see the numerous black specks, like columns of ants, that represent a legion of men: Alexander and Dartis guess that they can see the campfires of more than a thousand Tallione soldiers laying siege to your allies.
 

Altough he knows that some won't like the prayer, he says it over the rests of the mangled bodies:
"May they feed the wolves strong and brave as they were in life"

As strange as it might sound for some, as uneasyness appears among the men -wondering wether that was an insult or a blessing-, that is one of the honours from the Huntress, to allow one's prowess to continue withing the Circle.

At a difference from the gnomish illusions of fey long dead of ages old, and at a difference witht the captured souls within the kobold zombies, their spirit may travel siwtly into a new vessel.

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Alexander directs himself at Dartis, a noble and a warrior, probably knows of working with large numbers of men: "Say, how do we sneak our numbers through that"
 

Land Outcast said:
Alexander directs himself at Dartis, a noble and a warrior, probably knows of working with large numbers of men: "Say, how do we sneak our numbers through that"

"Who said we are going to" replies Dartis with a grin clasping the half-orc on the shoulder.

Dartis gathers his cabal up. "Now we have several options here as I see it. But we need to get a message into the dwarven holds. Silas or Kel is there anyway for either of you to get a message into there through your powers?"

"The first thing we need is to scout out those lands better." says Dartis with a meaningful glance at Rix. "Alexander, take a few men with some woods experiance and circle around and get a better estimation of forces, supply locations, command tents and roads. "

"My plan currently is to make a small attack in the rear of the column and destroy their supply lines. If we can get a message, or a messenger into the caverns we can coordinate an attack from the dwarven holds that should catch them turned around trying to find the enemy attacking from behind them. Now at worst, should that fail. I say we surround the plain, and set it ablaze. The fire should burn quickly through this grass, and leave the forest. The fire would drive the Tallione horse wild and cause the men to run about. We can pick them off as they flee. Again it would be best if the dwarves and the rest of the Dorinthians attacked at drive off what they could. What are your thoughts on how we should proceed."
 

Silas looks thoughtful but eventually, reluctantly, shakes his head. "Unfortunately, I am unable to use my magics in that fashion. I just don't have the skill." He continues to listen as Dartis outlines his plan, nodding in approval, but has little to add.
 

Rix shrugs and says, "Sure I can get in there. And I'm sure those dwarves would love to see a kobold slipping inside their place. Do you want me to go now or at night? If I can't find a way in at the entrance, do you want me to search in other areas? And what's our food situation like?"

Checking on your food, you know that you and your men have a week of supplies still left, which is barely enough now for a return trip with foraging along the way.
 

"I'm afraid I have no more magical power to communicate with those inside than you do" Kel says to Dartis "And I'm afraid I'm not used to this type of warfare" Kel says indicating the swarming mass of the enemy army "But I will do what I can, rest assured. And I'll start by going with the scouting party"
 

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