Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[jasamcarl]

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[KaintheSeeker]

Later that evening...

Jericho knocked on Whitney's door and waited for her to reply, ready to present a nice shiny collar for Mist, and for Whitney a nice gold bracelet made in the standard D'orite design, a bracelet of truce and friendship.

Jericho speaks, "A gift for the lady, and her familiar, it is D'orite custom to gift their closest friends, it is a to say that a D'orite considers you esteemed company. I hope you and Mist both will enjoy them." [/B]

Whitney opens the door, suprised at her visitor as she is clearly been busy at work on her magics. Her hands are covered in ink, her hair a mess and there is a spot of ink on her cheek (all quite out of the ordinary for the usually meticulous mage)

She pushes her glasses up as Jericho offers her the gifts, a blush coming to her face. "oh.. why thank you Jericho, this is quite.. kind." she pauses for a moment. "I went for a more.. pratcical gift. I made a few scrolls up, two of them with you in mind, one of my new spells allows me to enhance a subjects strength for a bit." she points to the pile of scrolls, and a newly crafted cloak lying on the back of her writing desk chair. "As well a cloak that I am going to most likely duplicate for the others when I have.. well more funds." she motions him to step in.

She picks up a signet ring sitting by the papers and tucks it away on her necklace as Mist walks over to look over the gifts, purring loudly and quite smug in her bearing as she cranes her neck for Jericho to put her's on her. "Well Mist seems quite taken with her gift. " whitney says with a smile as she holds up the two scrolls in quiestion. "And these might come in handy sooner than I hoped."

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho nods, with a pleasant smile, "It is nothing, Whitney," he kneels and pets Mist after placing the collar on the familiar, "thanks for the scrolls, hold onto them, this D'orite does not know much about magic, not I, but thank you."

Jericho smiles once more and turns on his heels, "I am glad you like the gifts, well I do not wish to intrude, I am sure you wizards have much to do, and all that. Have a good evening..."

 

[Krug]

Bhartus helped out as best as he could with the wounded. "There will be many widows born tonight," the dwarf said. He shook his head. He was busy with curing the wounded and ensuring those saved from battle did not have their wounds fester.

Eventually, those too close to death's door passed into the next live, and those that could be saved returned to their duties. As Bhartus saw the last corpse to leave the makeshift ward, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The appreciative Brother Durham approached Bhartus, and said, "You have done well, Bhartus. What can my priesthood do for you?"

"Well there is one thing," said the cleric. "A rod to help us heal would be good. There are more dangers ahead for us," he said.

"It will be done," said the Brother. The next day Bhartus was awarded the rod; a simple ivory piece around the length of a dagger.

Durham hugged the dwarf, and bid him on his way. Bhartus was looking forward to seeing his comrades again. If he was to treat the war wounded he could have stayed at home. He sent 10% of his takings home with a dwarf merchant, warning them that Moradin was watchinig that the monies would be placed with his church.

"I miss that D'orite, with his uncouth manners, unholy tongue and armpits that smell like leftover prunes...."

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc: just waiting on Tarowyn to post his character info. Festy, can you get in contact with him?

 

[Tokiwong]

At the local tavern/dive...

Jericho is drowning his concerns under a sea of cheap ale, and fine mutton, as he brags to those gathered around of his recent adventures. He fits in well with the more raucous soldiers, and despite the fact that he can act with savoir faire and civility, he is often at his best when he is uncouth and beligerent, or at least he seems to think so...

 

[Festy_Dog]

[ooc: will do]

edit: mirthcard is having a few troubles, http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=40871

 

[Mirth]

ooc: just waiting on Tarowyn to post his character info. Festy, can you get in contact with him?

OOC: Sorry, fellas. Had issues with my ISP over the last day or so. I got both of your emails jasamcarl and Festy, thanks. Actually Festy, that thread is a little dated and I've been posting regularly up until late night/early morning of the 25th. Anyway, here's my post and the OOC thread will be updated soon after.

Tarowyn spent the days helping with the wounded and with the repairs needed in town and spent the nights pouring over the book of elven heroes that Jericho had given him. The troubles of his past came flooding back, leaving him with a marked feeling of nostalgia for the land of his birth that he had left so long ago. Touched by Jericho's generosity, especially after all of the carnage and loss of the past few days, Tarowyn felt the need to return the gesture and assuage his old concerns about werefolk by presenting the other members of the group with silvered daggers, all with a hilt shaped like a fist.

"I value all of you, and give these in hopes that the tragedy that befell my family will never come to pass for the Fist. May these blades serve you in times of need and remind you of the bond we all share. I had six of these made in rememberance of our fallen comrade Ardoss. I will retain the blade that he cannot carry."

 

[Tokiwong]

"I value all of you, and give these in hopes that the tragedy that befell my family will never come to pass for the Fist. May these blades serve you in times of need and remind you of the bond we all share. I had six of these made in rememberance of our fallen comrade Ardoss. I will retain the blade that he cannot carry."

Jericho smirks, "That is a right, good gift you got me, elfy. I will carry it with pride, never got a gift from an elfy before, thank you Tarowyn, you remind me of the little brother I always picked on," he smirks with a canny smile, and downs another mug full of ale, "Join me for a great drink, the ale is good and strong, and the women are fine and quite eager to please!"