Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Krug]

Final watch for Bhartus then...

 

[jasamcarl]

Upon questioning the town guards, Whitney learns that strife has often begun in the market square only to spread into inns, alleyways and the outlying settlements where it is not easily contained.

Around miday, the sounds of traders and buyers becomes noticably more pronounced. Suddenly screams erupt through the window. "MURDER!!!" and "Telmor protect us!!!" are amongst the outburts heard in the party's room.



Jericho: It is your watch and you see large numbers of people fleeing towards the left (west) end of the marketplace. The exception is a small number of well dressed individuals who crowd around something on the ground near the right (east) end of the squre infront of the inn.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn hears the screams and bolts upright from where he's resting.

"What's going on out there, Jericho?" asks the elf as he quickly grabs his gear.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho smirks, and looks at the well-dressed men...

"Looks like trouble has sprouted up quicker then I liked.... lets go..."

Jericho points to the individuals crowing around soemthing... and then bolts down the stairs and out into the street... to get a closer look.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn takes a quick glance out the window where Jericho is pointing and then sprints down the stairs after him.

 

[jasamcarl]

As Jericho and Tarowyn reach the bottom of the staircase, they see Sir Whiteclove arming himself. He turns to the party and speaks hurridly, "My men and I will handle the crowd, you ascertain what happened. If there is the threat of violence, do what you can to prevent it, but try not bring about deaths in the process, especially if the nobles are involved." With that he sprints out the door.

 

[Tokiwong]

The exception is a small number of well dressed individuals who crowd around something on the ground near the right (east) end of the squre infront of the inn.

Jericho makes a rush towards the inn...

"This way elfy..."

Jericho draws his blade... and gives a semblance of keeping the peace...

"Hold fast good citizens, the Fist of Duvik, has jurisdiction over this, by the power of the Sherrif..."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

OOC: I'm assuming that Whitney and the others are like a round or two behind (they pounded on the characters doors and such?)

 

[jasamcarl]

OOC: I'm assuming that Whitney and the others are like a round or two behind (they pounded on the characters doors and such?)

OOC: Everyone was in the same room. You should be together.

 

[jasamcarl]

As you approach the front of the inn, you see four standing figures, dressed in colorful blue vests and capes. A noble standard is emblazzened across the upper parts of their arms, a scythe crossed with a sword. That stand over a body dressed in a similar manner. They are all young.

One of the figures remarks angrily, "Those barbarians!! Honor runs thin in their blood!!!" The others bark "Aye!!!"

Another yells "Let the Evenwood bark bleed with our blades!!!"
"Aye!!!" is again given in response.