Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Tokiwong]

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."

Jericho sighs...

"It isn't so bad here... the company is pleasant, if a bit eccentric."

 

[jasamcarl]

The guard leads the sheriff and the party to a field occupied by 3 other member of the militia and one other visible peasent. They stand around a body, recently dead. The simple work clothes and the torso that they cover were sliced clean through by a blade or something sharp. There also appear to be claw marks across the face.

"Another victim of the fights?" asks the sheriff.

One of the guards responds, "No sir. This slave claims it be the raiders the stealing the bread from these fields over the past two weeks time. This be unusual though, because there not been a death before. There be tracks leading towards the hills."

The sheriff looks exhausted, "With Nicos dead, the welfare of these fields and slaves certainly comes under of jurisdiction. Tarowyn, lead the party to the source of these tracks. Perhaps if we extinguish the source of these raids, the Aporos will not concentrate their rage entirely on Duvik's Pass. Norri, go with them; you little folk have a light touch which the Fists require, and besides, you might as well get accustomed to the risks now."

A smile crosses Sir Whiteclove's face, "Don't fret, Fists, the Festival closes tommorow. You can return to what you adventurers usually do soon."

The sheriff walks back to the manor.

ooc: Apologize for the delay in posting. Moving back home for break.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho nods.

"Ye heard the man, elfy, time to hunt some raiders... and then we can be on our way."

He turns his attentions to Norri.

"Come on wee man, we may be needing you to test traps."

 

[jasamcarl]

OOC: just waiting for atleast two out of four of you, including Taroywn, to respond and we shall continue.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"A lighter touch than many can notice, sire," Norri grins and bows to the sheriff, "Well then fellow digits, may we depart?"

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney shakes her head. "Once more into the breach we throw ourselves." Spoken with a wry grin she adjusts her gear. "Let us be away and done with this work, I would dearly like to return to my studies and perhaps speak with other mages to find more magics to use."

Mist's purring presence is heard from the corner of Whitney's hooded cloak. She seems in agreement with her mistress' comments

 

[Mirth]

The guard leads the sheriff and the party to a field occupied by 3 other member of the militia and one other visible peasent. They stand around a body, recently dead. The simple work clothes and the torso that they cover were sliced clean through by a blade or something sharp. There also appear to be claw marks across the face.

"Another victim of the fights?" asks the sheriff.

One of the guards responds, "No sir. This slave claims it be the raiders the stealing the bread from these fields over the past two weeks time. This be unusual though, because there not been a death before. There be tracks leading towards the hills."

The sheriff looks exhausted, "With Nicos dead, the welfare of these fields and slaves certainly comes under of jurisdiction. Tarowyn, lead the party to the source of these tracks. Perhaps if we extinguish the source of these raids, the Aporos will not concentrate their rage entirely on Duvik's Pass. Norri, go with them; you little folk have a light touch which the Fists require, and besides, you might as well get accustomed to the risks now."

A smile crosses Sir Whiteclove's face, "Don't fret, Fists, the Festival closes tommorow. You can return to what you adventurers usually do soon."

The sheriff walks back to the manor.

ooc: Apologize for the delay in posting. Moving back home for break.

"Don't presume that you own me too, Sheriff," Tarowyn glares in response to the order he was given. "I'll do this thing to keep more captives from dying, like this man here, but I'm not on your leash like some bloodhound."

He kneels down next to the dead body and gives it a thorough going-over. Then the elf looks up to the other slave standing there, "Can you tell me more about these 'raiders'? How often have they been stealing? How many are there? What do they look like? And is there anything distinguishing about them that you can remember?"

 

[Krug]

Bhartus shuffles his feet and lets the elf talk.

Ok back wil catch up soon

 

[jasamcarl]

The slave responds to Tarowyn, "No body never seen them straight on, sir. They usually be stealing cattle at night. They never actually kill nobody. Some say they be large though, and have claws. Might be some orc or goblins or what not. Didn't begin to both the Aporos lands before two weeks or so ago."

 

[Mirth]

The slave responds to Tarowyn, "No body never seen them straight on, sir. They usually be stealing cattle at night. They never actually kill nobody. Some say they be large though, and have claws. Might be some orc or goblins or what not. Didn't begin to both the Aporos lands before two weeks or so ago."

"Thank you, sir," Tarowyn says to the slave, "What is your name?"

After the man responds, Tarowyn thanks him again and begins to examine the trail that the bandits have left. He turns to the others, "Let's be gone after this greater of two evils, then," and the elf sets off in the direction that the tracks lead.