Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Final Chapter)


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It takes the party some searching and questioning of the various soldiers throughout the camp, but finally someone says they had seen a woman matching Ulavree's description in the western part of the camp.

There they find her walking out from a small tent, her arms covered in a dark liquid and a small black jewel in hand. Eroll stands with his arms crossed and his back against a post, his face drawn back into a frown as he looks upon her. He gives you a nod as you approach and the witch says, "Hmph. So Silas, my disappointing student comes waltzing back towards me with friends in tow. Well, things have worked out for me in your absence. I've found that even now there are those Dorinthians whose hearts are worthy of harvesting."

"And I still say they'll need as many men as they can get, my dear. You waste what could be put to use," Eroll mutters angrily.
 

"It was a pleasure to be a disappointment to you, Ulavree," says Silas as he scowls and crosses his arms over his chest. "But I'm sure you'll find many with a darkness in their hearts to please you." He turns his attention to Eroll and bows. "Sir, I am Silas Eyrstan."
 

"It was a pleasure to be a disappointment to you, Ulavree," says Silas as he scowls and crosses his arms over his chest. "But I'm sure you'll find many with a darkness in their hearts to please you." He turns his attention to Eroll and bows. "Sir, I am Silas Eyrstan."

"Oh good I see you two have met before." says Dartis to Silas.

Dartis adds to Silas, "Silas, Eroll. Now that introductions are over. Eroll, where is Sanmar, he's had his share of women for the moment, there is work to be done. Silas and I are leaving for the Tower of the Magi, with or without you, but you'll miss a lot of fun if you stay here."
 

Ulavree flicks a wrist while examing the dark gem in her hand. Small, sprouting orchids appear where spots of liquid fall from her arms and strike the ground. "Now, now dear. Don't be impatient. Sanmar is currently with a young woman that he has manipulated, but he won't mind the interruption if it is from us, I am sure." The witch looks younger than you remember and leads you towards another series of tents.

Along the way Eroll acknowledges Silas and says with gruff respect, "It's impressive that you avoided her charms. My dearest can be quite... convincing..."

You find Sanmar in another tent with a young, half-dressed guardswoman that Kyle had recently added to his forces. She appears drugged, her eyes glazed and face pale, while he watches her letcherously. Ulavree leans over and whispers to him, causing Sanmar to sigh. "Well, it may be interesting but I have gotten quite fond of these last of the Dorinthian women. Their like bubbles slowly popping and becoming extinguished one by one... and you can only enjoy them for who knows how long..." Sanmar strokes her cheek and she shudders briefly.
 

Silas nods in response to Eroll, "Yes. And the things she wants one to do seem so reasonable at the time... It was a struggle, let me assure you."

Silas scowls at Sanmar. "I hope you have had your fill of toying with humans; if we don't get moving there will be precious few left for your amusement."
 

Dartis closes his eyes and sighs, wondering how he has found himself traveling and depending upon such wretched people, gods no less. Pride, shame, nobility, debasement, honor, villany, tradition, chaos, right and wrong, they had all become muddled over the last few months. He wasn't sure of his own status anymore, wasn't sure he cared. Maybe that was bad, maybe he had become so fixated on saving his people that he had lost himself. Look at him standing here with Ularvee, Eroll and Sanmar! And Eroll the best of the lot. How the Rider landed in in this spot he'll never know.

But if he has made bad choices in the past, he was trying to do good, though he knew where that path headed. Still what was done was done and he had to see this through, and if the only way to save humanity was with these three, then so be it.

Dartis addresses Sanmar with obvious distain "Then try to save the last of them, it is time and we are going." as he turns and heads out again. He was tired of Sanmar and Ularvee. Eroll's wildness he understood at least, respected even. Sanmar and Ularvee's cruelty he didn't.
 

Sanmar's face grows red at Dartis' barked order, although Ulavree silences him with a gentle hand. The roguish merchant puts a foppish hat on, shrugs, then gathers his equipment and pack. Ulavree gazes with renewed interest at the angry noble as he leads Swift and the party east towards the elven lands.

As the six walk, Eroll moves to speak with Caramip and Silas.

Caramip and Silas
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"Be wary for your friend. The stress is beginning to show on him, and he has may lose the aura of coolness under pressure and natural leadership he once seemed to possess. Of course he's been touched by the Rider and rarely does a man survive an ordeal such as that unscathed."
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OOC: You have every reason to suspect elven spies and scouts as you approach your destination. How will you conduct your journey. It should take you about half a day if you move quickly, and a day's journey by slower stealth off the main paths and road. The army should arrive in the elven city in a day and a half.
 

OOC: Alright Glass, how do you vote?

I think we will be picked up no matter what, but I think we should go the slower way, it will buy us more time and a half day will be enough before the armies arrive.
 

OOC: I agree with you, Fenris. So, the slow way for us.

Silas scowls at Eroll. "The man has endured obstacle after obstacle in this quest. And now that the end is near one can hardly blame him for losing patience with things that block that end." Silas says little else about that subject having faith in Dartis and his ability to lead them. He does, however, begin thinking about how best to use his magic to its greatest effect and he seems rather introspective as he makes his way as stealthily as he can through the forest.
 

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