Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Final Chapter)

Dartis and Caramip shake their heads at the departure of Silas and Barok. Then they pack their bags and head off on the long trip towards Tallione. The duo takes to a nearby road and heads east. The trip is mostly uneventful, although abandoned and empty villages line the roads. Not even a Tallione patrol appears to slow the lonely journey.

That changes as the two cross the old border to the Tallione Empire. Patrols do appear in small clusters, although the soldiers hunch in their saddles and ride poorly. It is an easy thing for Dartis and Caramip to avoid them. Finally, Dartis sees the city of Tallione for the first time. Nothing, not even Dorinam, was as large and grand as this. The city is wide, with smaller towns and villages surrounding it on all sides and nestled amongst seven tall hills. Even from five miles away the nobleman notices the streets filled with granite and marble statues, and the magnificient columned buildings. Caramip also looks on, but with a familiar and unimpressed set of eyes. She preferred Craeco culture and architecture.

The most important thing to Dartis, was that there were signs of human life here... fewer pillars of smoke than he had hoped for, but still obvious signs. The two rode on, passing towns of nearly empty streets and Imperial citizens with haunted looks and thin bodies, up until they reached the gates of Tallione itself. Four weak-looking and weary soldiers stopped them, asking in Tallione, "Hold, citizen. Where did you get that Dorinthian gear?"

OOC: Let's rule that Dartis speaks conversational Tallionian with a strong Dorinthian accent. Caramip, of course, is fluent.

Barok and Silas' adventure continues here:
http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=4017158#post4017158
 
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Caramip Ashhearth

In her usual friendly demeanor the small gnome greets the weary gate guards with a warm smile and a disarming wave. “Hail to you good soldiers of the mighty Empire. We found the cloak off a dead body a few towns out. Was some pathetic Dorinthian town of some kind. To be honest there all pretty pathetic to me. We be better off once they smarten up and learn to assimilate into the glory of the Empire like everyone else. My friend grabbed the cloak to try to stray off the rain. Little good it did. You can have the cloak if you want. Keep it as a souvenir.” She says in perfect Tallionian in her attempt to pass off the two of them as true loyal citizens of the Empire.

Bluff: 8
Diplomacy: 5
 


OOC: Sorry, I changed the post to reflect Dartis' change of equipment and am pretending that Caramip has also mentioned Dartis' gear.

"No citizen, we have little need for dirty riding clothes. Please feel free to enter, though be careful for this wicked plague is everywhere despite the best efforts of our priests. Do you know where you are heading or will you be needing directions?"
 

Caramip Ashhearth

Staying in character Caramip answers, "Do you know of a decent tavren with good ale and a comfortable bed? We could use a good change to all this dreary weather."
 

"There is one that the gnomes frequent called the Ferret's Rest on the western side of town. Because it is run by non-humans it's one of the only ones left in operation ever since this plague has befallen us." The guard gives some quick and somewhat confusing directions, but Caramip believes she has an idea of how to get there.
 

Deuce Traveler said:
"There is one that the gnomes frequent called the Ferret's Rest on the western side of town. Because it is run by non-humans it's one of the only ones left in operation ever since this plague has befallen us." The guard gives some quick and somewhat confusing directions, but Caramip believes she has an idea of how to get there.


As they ride out of earshot of the guard Dartis leans down to Caramip.

"Quick thinking Cara. From the guards words do you think the gnomes are unaffected by the plague? Nefius spoke of reshaping humanity. Something deep down inside me, says those damn Locosi have a hand in this as well."
 

You make it to the Ferret's Rest, but Dartis has to bend down low in order to enter. The place is filled with gnomes, dwarves, and halflings but is not as lively and boisterous as one might expect. The patrons seem on edge, and despite the fact that these demi-humans seem unaffected by the plague you can see that the state of the Empire is still affecting these Imperial citizens in other ways. The bartender, a plump gnome with dark rings in her eyes, looks at you as you approach and asks, "Yeah, what can I get the two of you?"
 

Dartis decides to let Cara do most of the talking since she is a gnome, doesn't have a strong accent and Dartis is busy making sure he doesn't bump his head on the ceiling.
 

Caramip Ashhearth

Caramip gives a warm smile and friend nod of her as she greats the bartender. "A table, a hot meal, some good mead and a comfortable room if available." She states in Gnomish as she places a some silver pieces on the counter. Conintuing in her races tongue she asks, "You will have to excuse my ignorance, we just got done from doing back to back tours for the Empire, but what has befallen this place and why are people here so gloomy? The last time we were here you could here this place from two blocks down the road."
 

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