Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Final Chapter)

[GlassEye]

Silas sighs. "We wait. Not the easiest of things to do in this situation. However, if we went haring off down into the town Barok would curse us for fools for interfering in his reconnaissance." It is quiet a while before Silas speaks again. "Perhaps Abarani received orders and they have already moved against the elves. But I don't see evidence of that. Too bad Alexander isn't here. He was good at spotting that sort of evidence. And he had a way of making a fire in a little pit so that you wouldn't even know it was there if you didn't already know. I wouldn't mind a bit of mulled wine."

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashhearth

Caramip tries to catch some sleep while they wait for Barok, but despite how hard she tries she cannot seem to close her eyes for more than a few minutes before waking back up to the sound of the earthly music. Though she tries to hide it, she knows that her friends can see that something is wrong with her. She just wished she knew what it was.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Caramip, Silas, and Dartis
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Try as you might sleep does not come or stay easily as the hours continue and there still is no sign of Barok. Caramip's pacing doesn't help the situation at all, and your dreams are disturbing and dark. The gnome mumbles something under her breath... something about seeing some activity in the city moving towards some buildings near the river and outside the city gates.
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Barok
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"No, I'm sorry but it's much too late for that. As I said, it has been too long and I just can't accept no for an answer." The figure rises from his chair, and several of the villagers shamble forth from the depths of the converted chapel. You move out of the doorway and back out into the streets, but more of these people begin to fill the roads. You see that one of the side streets has only a couple of mindless humanoids blocking it, and you tumble out of their way and find that you have an open path down this road and towards the river.
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[Nephtys]

"That's too bad. Maybe I'll see you later." Barok turns and runs the hell out of there, [sblock=this never happened]dodging the shambling bodies in his way and jumping into the river (unless the current is very strong). Climbing up again on the other side he runs some more away from the camp, before moving stealthily in cover of the trees and eventually ending up back with the others.
"The town is dead. Worse than dead." He speaks with a slight sneer of distaste, shivering a bit in his wet clothes. "Our prey is not here, and I'm not sure what this implies about the state of Dorinthia or the Imperials, but there's a chance we can use this to our advantage. If the cult of Festios is not in league with the invaders we should try to make them destroy each others."[/sblock]

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ooc: Does it seem likely they are undead, or just mind-controlled? Do they look and smell rotten? Do they move like zombies? Is it only dorinthians who are zombiefied or some imperial soldiers too? Did the cleric speak with a dorinthian or imperial accent? Is there anything else important than Barok should have noticed but I forgot to ask?

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Barok
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OOC: Actually, you still have some distance to go before reaching the river. It is perhaps a quarter mile away and outside the crumbled walls near several harbor buildings. There is the smell of decay around the people, although they seem to work in concert as if controlled or communicating in an unknown way. You don't know too much about zombies, but these people do seem slow to react. The groups of people are both in Dorinthian dress and Imperial uniforms, while the man who was seated in the chapel spoke in an Imperial accent and sounded as if he was wearing something that slightly muffled his voice such as a mask or hood.
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[GlassEye]

"What's that, Caramip? I didn't quite hear you. Can't sleep either, I see. Cursed dreams." He briefly thinks about the messengers of Ulavree but pushes the unpleasant thought from his mind and turns his attention back to the gnome.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashhearth

"Umm.. yea.." She says sheepishly as her eyes focus back onto the town. "I think there is some kind of commotion going on inside the town by the river. Do you think something has happened to Barok?"

 

[GlassEye]

"Could be. He's pretty effective at what he does though." Silas glances over at Dartis and seeing that he, too, is still awake says, "What do you think, Dartis? Something's going on. Perhaps, we should just move down nearer the river and take a look."

 

[Fenris]

"Could be. He's pretty effective at what he does though." Silas glances over at Dartis and seeing that he, too, is still awake says, "What do you think, Dartis? Something's going on. Perhaps, we should just move down nearer the river and take a look."

"The Tallione are too arrogant to not set watch fires. The legion is not here that is enough for now. Let us go find what is keeping Barok, probably looting. Bring his horse, and we'll head down carefully. I doubt we'll meet anyone"

 

[Nephtys]

Barok
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OOC: Actually, you still have some distance to go before reaching the river. It is perhaps a quarter mile away and outside the crumbled walls near several harbor buildings. There is the smell of decay around the people, although they seem to work in concert as if controlled or communicating in an unknown way. You don't know too much about zombies, but these people do seem slow to react. The groups of people are both in Dorinthian dress and Imperial uniforms, while the man who was seated in the chapel spoke in an Imperial accent and sounded as if he was wearing something that slightly muffled his voice such as a mask or hood.
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[sblock=ooc]Ok, then he tries to shake off his pursuers in the town and then move stalthily back to the camp. [/sblock]