Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling
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ooc: Out of Initiative.
The hobgoblins continue to flee under a hair of arrows and bolts let loose by the victorious Fists of Duvik.
As the fighting in the square abates and the guards move to secure the area, the town's citizen, lead by Father Samual, sworm in to assist the fallen of their garrison. The priest rushes to the sheriff's side. "Brother Bhartus, we require your assistance in peace as well as in strife!!"
One of the guards who escorted you back to town rushes up to Jericho to report. He is obviously flustered, being young and inexperienced in such large scale fighting. "Sir, while the Fists were occupied in the jail house, the greenskins gots the drop on us. They attacked from every side. Everyone of me fellows had to retreat here to group up. My group was attacked here in the square itself. That D'orite slaver Daris (Salum), he be leading the enemy. He took those cave creatures you found and ran off...." He points to the area behind the magistrate's office "He left his caravan and slaves though. Probably would have slowed him down too much. He be long gone now I suspect."
The hobgoblins continue to flee under a hair of arrows and bolts let loose by the victorious Fists of Duvik.
As the fighting in the square abates and the guards move to secure the area, the town's citizen, lead by Father Samual, sworm in to assist the fallen of their garrison. The priest rushes to the sheriff's side. "Brother Bhartus, we require your assistance in peace as well as in strife!!"
One of the guards who escorted you back to town rushes up to Jericho to report. He is obviously flustered, being young and inexperienced in such large scale fighting. "Sir, while the Fists were occupied in the jail house, the greenskins gots the drop on us. They attacked from every side. Everyone of me fellows had to retreat here to group up. My group was attacked here in the square itself. That D'orite slaver Daris (Salum), he be leading the enemy. He took those cave creatures you found and ran off...." He points to the area behind the magistrate's office "He left his caravan and slaves though. Probably would have slowed him down too much. He be long gone now I suspect."
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Tokiwong
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Jericho grumbles but listens, "At ease soldier, for now secure the city, gather up th wounded and the dead, see to any civillian casualties posthaste, this news of the slave trader is unpleasant, but he will be dealt with for his crimes. Get the slaves to safety, and see to them, and hurry. Why you still standing there, get the lead out boy, time is being wasted."
Jericho turns to his allies, "Looks like we got even more problems," he relays the information told to him by the young soldier.
Jericho turns to his allies, "Looks like we got even more problems," he relays the information told to him by the young soldier.
Festy_Dog
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Norri nods solemnly upon hearing Jericho's news.
"I'll search the caravan," he says, "We could get some kind of lead from that. I'll ask the slaves if they overheard him talking about any of this as well, good chances there."
Norri hurries off to locate and search the caravan, picks ready just in case a locked object should trouble him.
Leave no stone unturned, he thought.
"I'll search the caravan," he says, "We could get some kind of lead from that. I'll ask the slaves if they overheard him talking about any of this as well, good chances there."
Norri hurries off to locate and search the caravan, picks ready just in case a locked object should trouble him.
Leave no stone unturned, he thought.
Mirth
Explorer
"Why would Daris risk all this to capture those poor blue-furred telepaths?" Tarowyn wonders aloud as he looks over the carnage. "Should we try to pursue him, while he's on the run? Those creatures must be very important for the enemy to have sent a changeling and a slaver with a strong force of hobgoblins to recover them. Perhaps we should not let the grims fall into the hands of their former masters."
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
"I don't know.. I'm of split opinion, we either gather the men here and follow, for surely he is the reason all this " waves her hand over the area "occured, or we could remain here and help the poeple rebuild or give chase on our own." leans against the nearest intact wall and sighs while Mist rubs against her cheek. "Personally, I doubt we could take him by ourselves, he's been one step ahead of us most of this whole caper. No matter what, we must send word to the crown authorities about what has happened her."
The young soldier rushes off to execute Jericho's orders.
Father Samual calls out, "Father be with him, the sheriff awakes! His scars were both of blade and fire, but he should live."
The sheriff groans as a small figure emerges from a darkened space between two inns. The little morlock scuttles next to the sheriff and places its clawed hands on his chest. Sir Whiteclove speaks in a rasp, "Yes, child, bad days, bad days..."
A leaf falls from a nearby tree into a pool of blood left from the battle. And so the Festival of Falling draws to a close....
OOC: Everyone recieves 1200xp as well 1260gp each, the party's share from the bets placed on the Bugbear fight along with the town's usual show of gratittude. There will be two weeks of downtime as the sheriff postpones the aid mission to the Order so as to care for the hundreds of slaves he suddenly finds in his care. The riders he sends out are unable to locate either Daris, Darven Evenwood, or the Morlocks. Neither Norri or the sheriff are able to turn up an leads as to the slaver's location or plans.
We will begin Chapter #4 sometime this week. I will start a new ooc thread tommorow. You can post your updated statblocks/backgrounds there. In the meantime, feel free to rp your search for, sell, or creation of new magic items or anything else that strikes your fancy.
Father Samual calls out, "Father be with him, the sheriff awakes! His scars were both of blade and fire, but he should live."
The sheriff groans as a small figure emerges from a darkened space between two inns. The little morlock scuttles next to the sheriff and places its clawed hands on his chest. Sir Whiteclove speaks in a rasp, "Yes, child, bad days, bad days..."
A leaf falls from a nearby tree into a pool of blood left from the battle. And so the Festival of Falling draws to a close....
OOC: Everyone recieves 1200xp as well 1260gp each, the party's share from the bets placed on the Bugbear fight along with the town's usual show of gratittude. There will be two weeks of downtime as the sheriff postpones the aid mission to the Order so as to care for the hundreds of slaves he suddenly finds in his care. The riders he sends out are unable to locate either Daris, Darven Evenwood, or the Morlocks. Neither Norri or the sheriff are able to turn up an leads as to the slaver's location or plans.
We will begin Chapter #4 sometime this week. I will start a new ooc thread tommorow. You can post your updated statblocks/backgrounds there. In the meantime, feel free to rp your search for, sell, or creation of new magic items or anything else that strikes your fancy.
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Tokiwong
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Several days later...
Jericho waited anxiously as his armor was enchanted by the local enchanter, Belnora Pride, a rather comely woman, whose nature was completely opposite of Jericho. Despite her looks the two had a fairly proffessional relationship, and after an awkward advance by jericho, the two have had an ammicable partnership. He pays her good money, and she gets results, it works swimmingly.
When he wasn't at the local tavern, he was training with the soldiers, and perhaps becoming somewhat more introspective, his time with his allies has tempered his more fearsome side. Perhaps it was the fact that he genuinely cared for the heroes who have stood by his side through so many adventures, but there was a loyalty there for his comrade's. It was a comforting thought, though he had other friends, friends who needed him as well. If it were not for the loyalty to his allies and the respect for the Sherriff, he would have long left to see to his friend in the Order of the Risen Star.
Brother Durham blessed his soul had nursed Jericho back to health, after a particularly nasty scrape with a gang of goblins, and Jericho has definitely pushed his luck. Perhaps he was abit foolhardy, but luckily Lady Luck was on his side, and the Brothers of the Order found him before the elements claimed him.
If Brother Durham was in trouble, Jericho would see to him, he owed him much, and Jericho always pays his debts.
A few Days later...
Jericho posed in his new armor, Belnora had a done a good job, the new armor had crimson highlights, along the spikes, while the rest was lacquered black, it was quite the striking figure. Jeicho smiled, "You do good work, Lady Pride, good work indeed."
Belnora simply nodded, "Hmmph it was the best I could do, on such short notice, but I suppose it is passable."
"Works for me," Jericho simple replied.
Later that evening...
Jericho paused and made sure he looked decent in his new attire, purposely purchased just for this occasion, gifts in hand, the last few he had purchased for his allies in combat. Already he had delivered a tome depicting elven heroes to Tarowyn, an icon of Moradin made of silver for Bhartus, and a nice small silk cloak with a gold clasp for Norri.
Assuming Jericho spent about 150 GP total for all the gifts, so that should be some decent stuff.
Jericho knocked on Whitney's door and waited for her to reply, ready to present a nice shiny collar for Mist, and for Whitney a nice gold bracelet made in the standard D'orite design, a bracelet of truce and friendship.
Jericho speaks, "A gift for the lady, and her familiar, it is D'orite custom to gift their closest friends, it is a to say that a D'orite considers you esteemed company. I hope you and Mist both will enjoy them."
Jericho waited anxiously as his armor was enchanted by the local enchanter, Belnora Pride, a rather comely woman, whose nature was completely opposite of Jericho. Despite her looks the two had a fairly proffessional relationship, and after an awkward advance by jericho, the two have had an ammicable partnership. He pays her good money, and she gets results, it works swimmingly.
When he wasn't at the local tavern, he was training with the soldiers, and perhaps becoming somewhat more introspective, his time with his allies has tempered his more fearsome side. Perhaps it was the fact that he genuinely cared for the heroes who have stood by his side through so many adventures, but there was a loyalty there for his comrade's. It was a comforting thought, though he had other friends, friends who needed him as well. If it were not for the loyalty to his allies and the respect for the Sherriff, he would have long left to see to his friend in the Order of the Risen Star.
Brother Durham blessed his soul had nursed Jericho back to health, after a particularly nasty scrape with a gang of goblins, and Jericho has definitely pushed his luck. Perhaps he was abit foolhardy, but luckily Lady Luck was on his side, and the Brothers of the Order found him before the elements claimed him.
If Brother Durham was in trouble, Jericho would see to him, he owed him much, and Jericho always pays his debts.
A few Days later...
Jericho posed in his new armor, Belnora had a done a good job, the new armor had crimson highlights, along the spikes, while the rest was lacquered black, it was quite the striking figure. Jeicho smiled, "You do good work, Lady Pride, good work indeed."
Belnora simply nodded, "Hmmph it was the best I could do, on such short notice, but I suppose it is passable."
"Works for me," Jericho simple replied.
Later that evening...
Jericho paused and made sure he looked decent in his new attire, purposely purchased just for this occasion, gifts in hand, the last few he had purchased for his allies in combat. Already he had delivered a tome depicting elven heroes to Tarowyn, an icon of Moradin made of silver for Bhartus, and a nice small silk cloak with a gold clasp for Norri.
Assuming Jericho spent about 150 GP total for all the gifts, so that should be some decent stuff.
Jericho knocked on Whitney's door and waited for her to reply, ready to present a nice shiny collar for Mist, and for Whitney a nice gold bracelet made in the standard D'orite design, a bracelet of truce and friendship.
Jericho speaks, "A gift for the lady, and her familiar, it is D'orite custom to gift their closest friends, it is a to say that a D'orite considers you esteemed company. I hope you and Mist both will enjoy them."
Festy_Dog
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Norri arrives at the blacksmith, ecstatic at his new wealth he goes in and purchases some of the more pricey range of the non-magical weapons.
"Heehee, I'm rich!" He explains to the smith as he hands him the money.
His spending that day also got him a magicle trinket, a torch which never stopped burning in fact, the fire wasn't hot but it indeed gave off a nice amount of light.
Later that evening
"Wow, thanks Jericho. Don't go thinking you'll get away with givin' me somethin' this nice. I owe you," Norri says with a broad grin.
Even long after Jericho has left he tries the cloak on again and marvels at it.
That is a practical gift, something I'll actually get use out of, Jericho certainly is a good fellow. What on earth could I give him in return? Maybe I could get him a magic trinket some time, something helpful, when I'm even more rich! I owe the whole group in fact, they've treated me real nice considerin' I'm a burglar and all. What should I get them?
Norri leaves that question for a time when he has the funds to answer it, right now though he starts getting some things together for a fishing trip.
I wonder if anyone else will want to come, I'll ask tomorrow before I leave.
"Heehee, I'm rich!" He explains to the smith as he hands him the money.
His spending that day also got him a magicle trinket, a torch which never stopped burning in fact, the fire wasn't hot but it indeed gave off a nice amount of light.
Later that evening
"Wow, thanks Jericho. Don't go thinking you'll get away with givin' me somethin' this nice. I owe you," Norri says with a broad grin.
Even long after Jericho has left he tries the cloak on again and marvels at it.
That is a practical gift, something I'll actually get use out of, Jericho certainly is a good fellow. What on earth could I give him in return? Maybe I could get him a magic trinket some time, something helpful, when I'm even more rich! I owe the whole group in fact, they've treated me real nice considerin' I'm a burglar and all. What should I get them?
Norri leaves that question for a time when he has the funds to answer it, right now though he starts getting some things together for a fishing trip.
I wonder if anyone else will want to come, I'll ask tomorrow before I leave.
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