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Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

"No one calls Jericho Ibn Al Sufaed, a meek, weakling... you want violence..." he draws his blade... "then you got it..."

Jericho unshoulders his shield... and brings it to the ready....

"Now lets see just how strong... ye is!!!!"

Jericho stalks forward...
 

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"Jericho," Bhartus cautions, "even you would have little luck against them." He says.

He shouts to the Evenwood. "We will not take anyone into custody, but we do want to hear his side of the story."
 

"We are agents of no one, and in fact have discussed your fears as well. At least let us try and find the truth......." Ardoss stands ready, but makes no threatening move.
 

"You should consider who you are talking to a bit more, before you throw insults around like that, young men," Tarowyn addresses the brothers. "Although I have only joined this group as of late, they are the ones who rid you of the plague that threatened to decimate your lands, as well as killing Jakk Tornclaw, the evil orc who brought the disaster. House Evenwood owes them gratitude and not mouthy slurs. There would not have been a town in which to have a festival at all, if it were not for them."

"Also," Tarowyn continues, "being a relatively new House, I would think that you would want all the help you could get, in these tense times of slander and murder. We have offered to hear you out and nothing else. We have even offered to come into your home unarmed, simply to listen. We have a priest of Moradin with us. If you cannot trust his word, whose can you? This posturing and ill will which you send our way can do nothing to help, only to hinder. I beg of you to act with your mind and not your sword. Be reasonable. Be adults and not children."
 

The words of the party go unheard as the young noblemen draw forward in response to Jericho's advance.

Initiative: Jericho, Tarowyn, Ardoss and Bhartus, Evenwood, Whitney

Jericho is up.

The nobles are 180ft away. I am assuming the standard party formation.
 
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Jericho closes another 20 feet and taunts them...

"So the Evenwood's are cowads... none wish to challenge a D'orite!!!"

OOC: ready an action, if somehow they get within 5 feet of Jericho he will strike...
 

Bhartus steps forward 5' and casts his Summon Monster I to call forth a Celestial Badger(*) next to him.

(*)- assuming this is what's summoned for NG clerics. The PHB doesn't say.
 
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"Jericho! Are you going to shed more blood over this stupid misunderstanding?!?" Tarowyn has reached the end of his patience. "They are not worth it. If they are dead set on a fight, let us do the right thing and not give it to them. Let's walk away. If Sir Whiteclove thinks this situation warrants a larger force to bring Darven in, he can decide that. But I know he didn't want us killing four Evenwoods for one Aporos."

The elf waits to see what happens, his hands resting on his weapon. He would rather go, but if it comes to a fight, he will join his friends.
 

Ardoss moves near Jericho, unlimbering his sword, and readying an attack. As he moves, he addresses Tarowyn. "We need to finish this. There is no guarantee that the Aporos will wait to exact their vengeance, misguided or not." Not wishing to hurt the Evenwoods, he prepares to strike with the flat of his blade, attempting to disable them. "Do not do this foolish thing." he pleads.
 
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