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Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling
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One of the young men responds to Jericho in a mixture of dispair and rage, "It was an Evenwood, the first son Darven, he did this! Came up from behind Brachus and stabbed him with his longsword."
Bhartus: you find that the boy is already beyond you ability to mend.
Nicos Aporos rides up on his warhorse, looks down at the body, "Who did this?" to the nobles surrounding the body. One responds, "It was Darven, Darven Evenwood!!"
Nicos furrows his eye and looks to the party, "Well I assume as the hangers on of the sheriff the lot of you would want to see justice done in your own jurisdiction. I believe the Evenwood have an estate on the southern edge of town; you can probably find the murderer there. And just in case you need a few extra swords..." He nods to his noble kin, who proceed to draw their longswords. Nicos rides off... The nobles begin there walk south, blood in their eyes....
Bhartus: you find that the boy is already beyond you ability to mend.
Nicos Aporos rides up on his warhorse, looks down at the body, "Who did this?" to the nobles surrounding the body. One responds, "It was Darven, Darven Evenwood!!"
Nicos furrows his eye and looks to the party, "Well I assume as the hangers on of the sheriff the lot of you would want to see justice done in your own jurisdiction. I believe the Evenwood have an estate on the southern edge of town; you can probably find the murderer there. And just in case you need a few extra swords..." He nods to his noble kin, who proceed to draw their longswords. Nicos rides off... The nobles begin there walk south, blood in their eyes....
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KaintheSeeker
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"Is that so?" Whitney calls as they run up. "I doubt that justify you putting your honor aside? Stand down and keep the king's Peace!" Puts her hand in her pouch ready to cast if things go bad and standing aside to let the others proceed.
Tokiwong
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Jericho steps forward...
"I understand your grievance of blood, good noblemen, but we must not resort to the random chaos that is the way of the vigilante. We must stay calm, allow us to handle this with the utmost care," he says calmly.
Jericho raises his hands...
"Violence will only beget more violence."
"I understand your grievance of blood, good noblemen, but we must not resort to the random chaos that is the way of the vigilante. We must stay calm, allow us to handle this with the utmost care," he says calmly.
Jericho raises his hands...
"Violence will only beget more violence."
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Mirth
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"Men of Aporos!" Tarowyn yells after the young nobles. "You have left your brother to lie in his own blood and filth. Should you not carry fair Brachus' body home? He would have done the same for any of you..." Tarowyn's voice takes on a pleading tone, "please don't further sully the name of Aporos by breaking the King's Peace AND leaving your brother to be torn apart by dogs in the street. The burden of justice lays with us, not you. Your duty is to your fallen brother, The Fist of Duvik will sort this situation out and will deliver any blows, if need be."
The noblemen stop, pass glances between each other and then look party, putting there swords back under their cloaks. "
One, the oldest, steps forward, "Do not think this is over. If that northern heathen is not dead by sundown, our kin's blood will be joined by your own." They solemnly walk back to the body and proceed to cover it.
The square is now clear of the crowd and silent. Whiteclove walks to you, his chainmail rustling with each step. He looks to the mourning Aporos and then to the party, "I see your skills go beyond the sword. I thank you, not many of your profession would have been so restrained. But to prevent future violence, we must do the King's Justice promptly. Arrest Darven Evenwood at his family's estate. His kinsmen might not be so quick to give him up, so treat them as you treated these southern high-born if possible."
One, the oldest, steps forward, "Do not think this is over. If that northern heathen is not dead by sundown, our kin's blood will be joined by your own." They solemnly walk back to the body and proceed to cover it.
The square is now clear of the crowd and silent. Whiteclove walks to you, his chainmail rustling with each step. He looks to the mourning Aporos and then to the party, "I see your skills go beyond the sword. I thank you, not many of your profession would have been so restrained. But to prevent future violence, we must do the King's Justice promptly. Arrest Darven Evenwood at his family's estate. His kinsmen might not be so quick to give him up, so treat them as you treated these southern high-born if possible."
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