Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Mirth]

The half-orcs stare at Tarowyn briefly and one then looks to Dalik, "Whos these people, imp?"

The bard responds, "Just a couple of traveling folk. Thought I would clear them with the Tongue."

The orcs again turn on Whitney and Tarowyn, each staring down one of the party members. One speaks, "Is that right, strangers?" Their growl is menacing.

Tarowyn fakes cowardice and makes a gulping sound in his throat, "Dat's right, kind sirs. We's 'ungry and needs sum food and shelter," as Tarowyn talks he looks for open spots on the Orcs armor and possible alternate entries into the Tongue's wagon, "We was hopin' yer boss could put us ta work."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Tarowyn fakes cowardice and makes a gulping sound in his throat, "Dat's right, kind sirs. We's 'ungry and needs sum food and shelter," as Tarowyn talks he looks for open spots on the Orcs armor and possible alternate entries into the Tongue's wagon, "We was hopin' yer boss could put us ta work."

"Indeed sir," Whitney says bobbing her head to them. "We'd be grateful for some work."

 

[jasamcarl]

The orcs turn to each other, nod, and then turn back to the party, "Good enough....go in..." they stand aside, allowing easy access to the steps up to the door.

 

[Mirth]

"Thanks, mates," Tarowyn says as he steps aside, takes Whitney's hand and helps her up the stairs, letting the lady go first through the door. As they enter the wagon, the elf begins trying to spot all exits that he can, in case they need to leave in a hurry. Considering what he knows of Gnomes that can cast likenesses of themselves, like he saw Eldus the Tongue doing, Tarowyn also makes sure to keep a disbelieving eye out for the so-called "bard and poet."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney hustles along with him, her eyes open for any sign of their target, all the while looking like an overawed teenager.

 

[jasamcarl]

Dalik enters after Whitney. Upon stepping four feet into the sparsly decorated, plain cabin with writing/dining table planted squarely in the center of the room. Tarowyn hears a *click*. Several wooden slabs which constitute the far wall of the room drop open. Three darts shoot towards Whitney and Tarowyn. Two barely miss the elf, while one cuts a light wound into the Lady's lower right arm.

Whitney takes 4.

From outside the wagon you hear one of the half-orcs "You think we bought your lies humans? Or that we's not see your weapons?"

Init: Dalik, half-orcs, Whitney, Tarowyn

Dalik puts out a brief yelp before withdrawing to behind Whitney and Tarowyn, near the table in the center of the room. He removes a lap-harp from one of his side pockets, strums it quickly and starts to speak, "In the sea of flames over the sea of water..." (Inspire Courage)

The thugs withdraw their saps from their belts and enter the wagon, one moving to attack Whitney and the other Tarowyn. Neither successfully connects.

Whitney's turn.

Bhartus and Jericho: you see the brutes raise their weapons and step into the wagon. You can act next round.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Of course we've got weapons ye lummocs.. it's dire country outside.. all ye had to do was ask for us to leave them behind." steps back and out of the way of them as she looks around. "Twere no reason to attack us yet.."

Puts her hand into her pouch. "We don't want any violence."

OOC: going to cast Sleep

 

[jasamcarl]

The heads of the orcs glow red in response to Whitney's trick. The thugs collapse suddenly on the hard wooden floor.

Out of Initiative, the clock is still ticking on the duration of the spell.

 

[Mirth]

OOPS - posted too soon.

Tarowyn will quickly disarm & secure the two Orcs, then watch the door to make sure that no one else is coming.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney groans and clutches her side as she leans against the wagon wall. "Ouch.." pulls a dart from her side. "That hurt." picks up her quarterstaff and growls angrily. "I'd like to rap them thugs up side the head a few times.. but it's not polite."