Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling
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KaintheSeeker
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Whitney took the potion and drinks it quickly. "I wonder where the little man in charge is?"
The crowd of entertainers has fleed to the outskirts of the camp as the party goes about its bloody business. Out of their numbers comes forth four boys, all wielding daggers menacingly in a line some 100ft from the party. One speaks, "Hey lookie, the boot's who blodded up Joseph."
A small figure steps from between two of the boys feet, a gnome by the looks of it, "Helloooo, Fists. You have made some enemies who have paid me a handsome human 'fist' of gold to drop you; if I had known you would slaughter the Tusk brothers, I would have offered my services for free."
He flicks his fingers, and the boys step forward to attack.
Init: Tarowyn, Jericho, Whitney, pick-pockets, Dalik, Bhartus and the Tongue
Whitney is at full health by the way. Bhartus is still at 5.
A small figure steps from between two of the boys feet, a gnome by the looks of it, "Helloooo, Fists. You have made some enemies who have paid me a handsome human 'fist' of gold to drop you; if I had known you would slaughter the Tusk brothers, I would have offered my services for free."
He flicks his fingers, and the boys step forward to attack.
Init: Tarowyn, Jericho, Whitney, pick-pockets, Dalik, Bhartus and the Tongue
Whitney is at full health by the way. Bhartus is still at 5.
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