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Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling


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"The more we know, the better able we will be to sort this sticky mess out," Tarowyn looks into the distance ahead of them. "However, our orders are clear. Whiteclove wants us to arrest this Darven Evenwood, so that is what we shall do."

Jereicho grunts... thinking.


"I am no one's lapdog, Darven Evenwood, will get a fair shake from me, and I will not arrest anyone, unless I feel the need otherwise."
 

.Jericho was unable to discern the murder. He can glean nothing from his memory alone.


The party makes its way to the outskirts of town, eventually coming to within sight of the Evenwood estate, a sprawling palatial thing of ornamental woods and carved stone. Once they are within 180 feet of the manor house, they spot four armed men of fair complexion, each with flowing blonde hair and armed with longswords standing behind a stone fence. One yells out to the party, "We know your business and deny any accusation made against my brother!!! Run back to the sheriff and tell him that Darven will not have his liberty removed by the word of an Aporos." Each has their swords at the ready
 

Once they are within 180 feet of the manor house, they spot four armed men of fair complexion, each with flowing blonde hair and armed with longswords standing behind a stone fence. One yells out to the party, "We know your business and deny any accusation made against my brother!!! Run back to the sheriff and tell him that Darven will not have his liberty removed by the word of an Aporos." Each has their swords at the ready

Jericho approaches calmly not raising a weapon yet...

"Please we do not come here to fight, we came to speak with your brother... we bring calm words... not violence... stand down, and let the Fist of Duvik do its work..."
 

Ardoss follows a short distance behind Jericho, also trying to look non-threatening. "We do not take the word of an Aporos, we have come to ask our own questions. We serve justice, not anyone's interests."
 

"Submit to the King's justice so the truth of the matter might be found, else hot blood will lead to more base forms of justice." Whitney says as she makes ready to act, her hand slipping into her cloak to be ready to pull forth magic compenents as needed. "Would you rather face and disprove these charges in a court or have his accusers seek vengence and die with a dagger in ones back?" Whitney looks to each of them. "We of the Fist have sworn to stand and set the truth found, can you say that you are afraid to show the truth of this? Please, let us ensure that all are treated fairly, before this turns to fueding."
 

"The men of Aporos were ready to come here and deal out bloody vengeance against you, Darven," Tarowyn says, assuming that the accused man is able to hear them. "But we stayed their hand. We simply wish to converse with you and find out the truth, Darven, nothing more. If you wish, two of us can come inside unarmed to talk, while the rest wait outside."
 

"We only desire to talk, by Moradin's word, our cause is for justice to be served," says Bhartus, awaiting the reply.
 

The Evenwood who spoke before replys to the flurry of pleas, "Your speak words of wisdom but have not the swords to enforce this justice. We will not trust our brother into the weak embrace of the local magistrate. And as such, we regard you as instruments of the Aporos; leave immediatly or you shall know the strength of Evenwood kinship."

The brothers hold their swords up in a threatning manner.
 

"Don't assume youngblood that since we come in peace we are meek." looks at him sternly. "Don't, please don't, make us shed blood in the pursit of justice. Let us do our job and take us for our word and actions."
 

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