Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Tokiwong]

Norri grins nervously at the sheriff's statement.

"Ah, heh, more than happy to help ya hit squad m'lord, no need to look into me past. Whats done is done is it not?" He says.

Norri looks at Jericho blankly but shrugs and extends his hand to shake.

"Dunno where our last name came from, all I knows is that we've had it for a VERY long time. Goes many generations back, in fact it goes right back to the first generation of the Tallgeese family," he says with a sly grin.

"I see there is a debate on slavery going on, while we're on that maybe a little while later after I've done what ya need me to I could be, err, relieved of my duty of service to ye and could head on me way," Norri ends this statement with a cheesy grin.

Jericho grins...

"I like the wee man.. he has spirit... can I keep him?" he says jokingly and ruffles Norri's hair.

 

[jasamcarl]

At the halfling's affirmative, the sheriff stands up and nods to the guards, who promptly undo Norri's chains. "Good. I will have the guards bring up your equipment. Everyone make there preperations and head out. My guards and I will be five minutes behind as we occupy the manor and its environs. Remember, you are to disrupt the combat and stop Nicos with as little blood as possible. Now go..."

 

[Krug]

"Well it seems that Jericho has a new distraction," whispers Bhartus to Whitney.

"Stop Nicos with as little blood as possible," Bhartus mutters to himself. "I have doubts about that..."

As for the slaves issue, Bhartus too leans on freeing them, but keeps his mouth shut. However, he adjusts his coin pouch in the halfling's presence.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Well it seems that Jericho has a new distraction," whispers Bhartus to Whitney.

"Stop Nicos with as little blood as possible," Bhartus mutters to himself. "I have doubts about that..."

As for the slaves issue, Bhartus too leans on freeing them, but keeps his mouth shut. However, he adjusts his coin pouch in the halfling's presence.

Jericho chortles...

"I can forget me fine peice of work.. in Whitney... where the wee man is entertaining she is curvy... and I like me curves..."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Well it seems that Jericho has a new distraction," whispers Bhartus to Whitney.

"Stop Nicos with as little blood as possible," Bhartus mutters to himself. "I have doubts about that..."

As for the slaves issue, Bhartus too leans on freeing them, but keeps his mouth shut. However, he adjusts his coin pouch in the halfling's presence.

"Perhaps, but I'll bet you a copper he makes a crack on me before we leave the room."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

jericho chortles...

"I can forget me fine peice of work.. in Whitney... where the wee man is entertaining she is curvy... and I like me curves..."

Whitney rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "One would hope the blood loss hadn't done more harm to you. Sadly it is not unexpected."

Mist sticks her head out at gives Jericho a rasberry.

 

[jasamcarl]

The party sets out during the midday resting period, traveling to the edge of town and down a dirt path that leads into the local outlying estate that is the current residence of the visiting Aporos. The manor house itself is quite plush, with both entrances and porches framed by man sized columns and two dimensional friezes of warriors in ancient Sommite garb battling giants and demons.

You begin to hear chears from the back of the building. As you near its source, you see the outer edges of a circle of humanity applauding something occuring in their midst. Once along the perimeter of the circle, a scattering of figures becomes visible. Five are miserable wretches, obviously slaves, facing off against five short greenish figures, obviously goblins....

On the other side of the circle is the familiar face of Nicos Aporos, dressed in chainmail outlined with red silks. He is holding up a pouch, yelling into the circle, "Onward, my wards, do well for the lineage that saw fit to pay for your wretched selves!"

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho draws his sword and hefts his shield and approaches the circle.. he raises his blade under a bystander's chin as he breaks the circle... and smirks to Nicos...

"This party is... over..." his eyes wolflike... and menacing.

 

[Mirth]

Without a word, Tarowyn moves into range and fires two Precise, Rapid Shots at Nicos - one at his outstretched hand and the other at his leg.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri suddenly becomes a bit confused, I'd hate to see them causing as much blood as possible, he thinks to himself as the two arrows arc towards Nicos.

He draws his light corssbow and readies himself for action.

I'd better not try anything stupid with this bunch, they could get pretty nasty on my small halfling self.