Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Krug]

Bhartus remembers what his uncle said. Never trust a pricking elf. He tries to Sense Motive to see if the elf might be hiding something.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri smiles broadly, but realises the others have their reasons for not trusting the elf, and tries to pick up on any kinds of suspicious tone in his voice (Sense Motive).

"Perfect. All friendly like. Now we've got a competent ally, thats a positive note. So, Mourn your name is sir? Have you ever encountered these raiders before? Oh, and on a different note, have you worked for any of the families in the King's City?"

Norri wracks his brain trying to determine whether he's heard of Mourn before, just in case he was one of the many mercenaries who kept him on the run.

 

[jasamcarl]

The elf betrays no signs of deceit to any of the Fists.

 

[jasamcarl]

OOC: just awaiting a response.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus says to the others. "Well one more bow might be helpful... but with a name like Mourn, one can see why your mood is sombre."

Bhartus waits to see what the others say.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year all!

 

[Tokiwong]

Bhartus says to the others. "Well one more bow might be helpful... but with a name like Mourn, one can see why your mood is sombre."

Bhartus waits to see what the others say.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year all!

Jericho nods and continues onward.

"Lets continue..."

OOC: Merry Christmas to you too, and to everyone a Happy Sappy New Year.

 

[Mirth]

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.

Tarowyn lowers his bow and says to Mourn in common, "You take the lead, then." And then he adds in elvish, [elvish]"I am not your kin and we are not here to assist you. Step out of line and it will be the last step you take. Is that clear?"[/elvish]

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney sighs. "I say we make the best of this Tarowyn, he's going to come along even if we say much against it. So, why not give him the benefit of the doubt for now?"

Mist's behavoir is oddly quiet, the cat's green eyes staring right at the elf all the while, clearly if the familiar is a mirror for her mistress the cat doesn't trust him either

 

[jasamcarl]

OOC: hey guys. happy and hectic holidays to you all. I will post again in a couple of days when everything has settled. I have only been near a pc rarely so bear with me. Hope everyone is enjoying their break/holidays.

 

[Mirth]

Whitney sighs. "I say we make the best of this Tarowyn, he's going to come along even if we say much against it. So, why not give him the benefit of the doubt for now?"

Mist's behavoir is oddly quiet, the cat's green eyes staring right at the elf all the while, clearly if the familiar is a mirror for her mistress the cat doesn't trust him either

"As you will, Whitney," Tarowyn says in response to the mage, while still waiting for Mourn to take the lead in front of them. "As long as I can see him, I'll trust him, I suppose."