Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Tokiwong]

Jericho sets to work on the doors, "No time for talk, the fires are getting hot, and I ain't ready to meet my maker yet, women everywhere would mourn my passing, and I hate to make a lady cry..."

Jericho smirked, then went serious, hearing the words of the prisoner, "Sounds like treachery to me."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri smiles at Jericho's comments and with a flick of his wrist removes a couple of picks from the set.

"Many keys make short work," he says as he tries to work open the other cell door, "Hope I can do this quick."

 

[jasamcarl]

Both Jericho and Norri are able to open the locks within a few seconds. Dalik and the other prisoners rush past the party. The bard singls loudly "A matress of earth with a blanket of fire..." The ceiling is now fully ablaze....

 

[Krug]

RUN! RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

 

[Tokiwong]

Both Jericho and Norri are able to open the locks within a few seconds. Dalik and the other prisoners rush past the party. The bard singls loudly "A matress of earth with a blanket of fire..." The ceiling is now fully ablaze....

Jericho slaps the bard in the back of the head, and runs, "Less singing, and more running you ninny, have you no sense?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri slips the lockpicks back amongst the others, and replaces the set in his backpack as he moves hurriedly out of the building.

 

[Mirth]

Dalik yells to the party, "Dear Heroes, the slaver, he has taken Sir Darven Evenwood. He with both the blade and hair of fire took him and locked me in here..."

Once they are back outside, Tarowyn coughs his lungs out and then turns to Dalik and says, "Who is this slaver on fire that you so eloquently and enigmatically described? I'd like to have a word or five or ten with him."

 

[Tokiwong]

Once they are back outside, Tarowyn coughs his lungs out and then turns to Dalik and says, "Who is this slaver on fire that you so eloquently and enigmatically described? I'd like to have a word or five or ten with him."

"I don't know Tarowyn, that blade of fire, sounds kind of dangerous, might want me to talk to him first, see just how tough this slaver is," he coughs, "but I do want to know more about this slaver, and the earthquake, and all this craziness, I wonder if it is all connected?"

 

[Krug]

Bhartus emerges out of the fire, coughing his lungs out. "What? We be going chasing after another person again?"

 

[jasamcarl]

You emerge into the market square. Seconds later, the magistrate's office collapses in flames. Over the crackle of flames on the woods, sounds of fighting are discernable from the outskirts of the open ground and the buildings beyond. The torches light onto figures locked in battle. Many appear to be the town guards. Duvik's garrison is being pushed back into the open area as the clash of weapons sound closer and closer.