Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[jasamcarl]

The crowd largly ignores Jericho's outburst, being too busy settling their debts.

Norri and the Sherriff approach the party and the dead. "Hold, D'orite! The sheriff looks to the apparently passive crowd and remarks, "Well, atleast you limited the carnage."

Several Aporos approach the corpse of their kin. Sir Whiteclove looks stern, "If I'm to understand the terms of this combat from the chatter hereabouts, I expect you to honor Nicos' pledge. The crown has taken it upon itself to confiscate the slaves in the field, so you are atleast freed of that burden."

One of the nobles points to Tarowyn, "We saw that, elf! Expect a similar degree of warning the next time you meet an Aporos!!" He turns to the sheriff, "This is the third of our number to perish in this cursed town. Don't think your community won't suffer the consequences of this." They proceed to collect Nicos' body, draping him in a cape before slowly lugging him off to the manor.

Guards arrive. One reports, "The slaves be confiscated, sir."

The sheriff responds with a smile and advances upon the nobles and merchants paying their debts and collecting their winnings. "As illicit as this activity is, I expect some good to come of it once my soverign recieves his rightful share. After all, we must now feed our poor slaves." Guards surround the now indignant nobles. "I believe half should be a suitable portion."

The collection begins.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus looks at the frenzy and shakes his head.
"We best be watching our backs. Perhaps we too, should look for another town. Nothing complicated about killing orcs and goblins as compared to the politics of humans."

Will be away for the next four days or so. Bhartus will be on autopilot.

 

[Mirth]

Perhaps we too, should look for another town...

"For the first time, I am in complete agreement with you, Priest," Tarowyn says with a dour look on his face, as he ponders the situation of the slaves being rounded up in the fields. "I am of the feeling that this town may not be as worthy of our protection as we first believed. I do not wish to leave the villagers unprotected, but the humans in charge obviously have no respect for our opinions and no honor in their word."

 

[jasamcarl]

Sir Whiteclove turns to Taroywn, "Then you would be at a loss to find any town worth protecting, elf. I never promised to free the slaves immediatly, just that I would see to their being freed or not. As it is, this town is in desperate straights following the Plague and all these disruptions. I might very well free them, but I want some assurance that they will they will invest their labor in Duvik's Pass. Father knows they will find nothing but worst conditions in other towns should they decide to leave. Furthermore, you elves..."

A guard interrupts the enraged Whiteclove, "Sir, we have found another body. It is of a slave. Come see..."



The sheriff stops himself and looks to the Fists, "I apologize elf. We will continue this later. I would appreciate if the Fists would assist in this." The knight follows the guard.

 

[Tokiwong]

The sheriff stops himself and looks to the Fists, "I apologize elf. We will continue this later. I would appreciate if the Fists would assist in this." The knight follows the guard.

Jericho pauses and turns to the sheriff.

"Well I am still employed by your Crown, Sherrif Whiteclove, tell me what you need done, and I shall do it."

Jericho follows the Sherrif, feeling more at ease now that he has some weight behind him.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus groans and follows behind the Sheriff. "Our work here is never ending it seems..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri doesn't look to pleased upon hearing of the dead slave.

"Err, hope he hasn't been lyin' around too long, but nonetheless I'm at your assistance m'lord," he says to the sheriff.

He turns in the general direction of the other adventurers.

"I must say you fellows know how to dish it out," Norri says while viewing the fallen who haven't been cleared, "Certainly opened a well matured bottle of beat-down on 'em."

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn follows mutely behind the others.

 

[Tokiwong]

Norri doesn't look to pleased upon hearing of the dead slave.

"Err, hope he hasn't been lyin' around too long, but nonetheless I'm at your assistance m'lord," he says to the sheriff.

He turns in the general direction of the other adventurers.

"I must say you fellows know how to dish it out," Norri says while viewing the fallen who haven't been cleared, "Certainly opened a well matured bottle of beat-down on 'em."

Jericho pats Norri on his head...

"Yep they got what they deserved, the Middle Finger of the Fist!"

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney listens mutely to the coversation for sometime, Mist rubbing against her cheek in an attempt ot distract her. Finally she speaks quietly as the others leave.

"I confess that I am deathly tired of this town and it's trechery too, I would greatly like nothing more than to return to more familiar surroundings, but it seems we still have a task to do here."