Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

Krug · Dec 22, 2002

"Yes, goblins would be a nice change," says Bhartus. "I hope we get the chance to rest so the mage and I can recuperate our spells. We overestimated our previous opponent and used up a few," he says.

jasamcarl · Dec 23, 2002

"Gurtie, sir." The slave bows and then returns to the manor house.

Tarowyn is able to follow the tracks in the soft ground of the fields.

Some ten minutes pass as the trail continues to lead the party towards the foothills.

Tarowyn, Jericho, Norri: you spot a figure keeping pace 60ft behind the party. Jericho and Tarowyn recognize him as the elven ranger Mourn. He doesn't appear to be deliberatly following you.

Tokiwong · Dec 23, 2002

jasamcarl said:
"Gurtie, sir." The slave bows and then returns to the manor house.

Tarowyn is able to follow the tracks in the soft ground of the fields.

Some ten minutes pass as the trail continues to lead the party towards the foothills.

Tarowyn, Jericho, Norri: you spot a figure keeping pace 60ft behind the party. Jericho and Tarowyn recognize him as the elven ranger Mourn. He doesn't appear to be deliberatly following you.

Jericho glances over his shoulder and gives Tarowyn a quizzical look.

"Eh elfy, is it just me or is that other Elfy, Mourn? You know the toady that worked for the late, Nicos."

Jericho places his hand on his sword and draws it out, keeping it in hand.

Mirth · Dec 23, 2002

Tarowyn gives a slight nod to Jericho as he turns and speaks to Mourn in Elvish, [elvish]"You are more foolish than a human. You should know that death is all that awaits you here."[/elvish]

A dark smile crosses Tarowyn's face as he continues in common, "Go back home, stray dog. Your master is dead and we have no scraps for you to beg from us."

With that, he unslings his bow from his shoulder and prepares to face off with Nicos' elf.

Krug · Dec 23, 2002

Bhartus turns to see what Tarowyn is aiming it. "Yet another foe?" The dwarf readies his crossbow.

KaintheSeeker · Dec 24, 2002

Whitney turns at the arrival of the elf, her hand dropping to pick up andload her own crossbow. "Haven't we had enough conflight with Nicos' crew?" she sighs.

Festy_Dog · Dec 24, 2002

"Hey, hey, hey! Maybe the fist could unclench for a moment here while we determine why the elf is tracking along behind, m'lords and lady," Norri says hurriedly, "He might be followin' our tracks but then again he also may be wantin to go after the raiders, that would seem to be his job, he might actually be an employee of the family instead of the man you just slew. I believe the man could be smater than you assume and could be just continuing with what he was hired for rather than seeking his own death within the iron grasp of the fist. Could we gauge his intentions before taking pieces out of him?"

Tokiwong · Dec 24, 2002

"You speak wise little wee man..."

Jericho stays his hand.

"Tarowyn relax, if he act shifty, we gut him, he acts civil, and elfy like, we listen."

jasamcarl · Dec 24, 2002

Mourn approaches with his hands raised and speaking in Southern Common to Tarowyn, "Lower your bow, my kin. I was hired to capture these raiders. And I intend to see that this is done. Hopefully my employment with the Aporos extends past Sir Nicos' timely demise. I would appreciate the assistance of the Fists. My employer's hatred is not my own. Please, this is a matter of honor."

Mourn looks determined, yet jovial, and generally sincere.

ooc: for obvious reasons, my posting may be uneven over the next few days. just a heads up.

Tokiwong · Dec 24, 2002

jasamcarl said:
Mourn approaches with his hands raised and speaking in Southern Common to Tarowyn, "Lower your bow, my kin. I was hired to capture these raiders. And I intend to see that this is done. Hopefully my employment with the Aporos extends past Sir Nicos' timely demise. I would appreciate the assistance of the Fists. My employer's hatred is not my own. Please, this is a matter of honor."

Mourn looks determined, yet jovial, and generally sincere.

ooc: for obvious reasons, my posting may be uneven over the next few days. just a heads up.

Jericho nods...

"Well your reason sounds just, join us for now, Mourn. If ye turn, sour, then you get spitted, but for now your mission, and that of the Fist is one and the same."