Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Krug]

Bhartus says "Merely a hungry kid. But I guess that is breaking the law... This work tires me," he says. "Well lets nab him. I was hoping for some rest."

 

[jasamcarl]

Bhartus, Whitney, and Jericho head down stairs and begin to make their way through the crowd towards the spot where the theft began. Suddenly atleast two distinct screams erupt from the crowd. "Thief!!!" "I've been robbed!!!" The bards on stage hault their performance. The somewhat heavyset merchant, the only victim Whitney identified from the room erupts, "What fiendery is this!?!"



Tarowyn: from the window, you can see a boy remove something from Whitney's person.

Whitney: you recieve an impression from Mist. A warning about something behind you.

 

[Mirth]

"Whitney! You've been nicked! He's right behind her, Jericho! Nab him, Bhartus!" Tarowyn yells out the window, then he leaves the room and runs down the stairs towards the others.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney scans the room for the boy she saw when she gets something from Mist. -Momma! There-

She turns just in time to see the boy pull his hand away, moving quickly she reaches for him, just as Tarowyn yells. "Ho now boy, you've been nicked... Jericho! I've got the boy..."

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho raises his brow...

"Indeed you caught the great thief..."

He folds his arms...

 

[jasamcarl]

As Whitney attempts to grab the youth, her target removes a dagger from his sleeve and slashes at her hand, but misses; unfortunatly, so does Whitney, who can't get ahold of the little theif.

Initiative: Whitney, Jericho, cutpurse, Bhartus.

Jericho is up.

 

[Krug]

On Bhartus' turn, he will try to subdue the young boy with his mace.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Manners child." Whitney says as she steps back and casts Daze upon the child when it's her turn.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho step forward draws his bastard sword and shakes his head...

"Well little thief... you want to get violent... I show you violent..."

Hits the kid with the flat of his blade...

OOC: Tryin for subdual damage, he cuts anyone, and all bets are off...

 

[jasamcarl]

The cutpurse trys to flip backwards into the stunned crowd. Both Whitney and Jericho attempt to strike the youth down; Whitney's gentle swipe with her quarterstaff misses the nimble youth. Jericho on the other hand is less forgiving, bringing his bastard sword directly down on the youth, severing his right, thieving arm, collapsing in a pull of his blood, obviously dead.

Out of Initiative.

Screams erupt from the crowd. The calmer faces are simply disgusted. Everyone begins to disperse from around the performing platform and away from the D'orite butcher.