Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[jasamcarl]

A spot on the ground near Bhartus' feet erupts in white lite, fading to reveal a feintly glowing badger.

The Evenwood dash across the field, coming to within 40ft of Jericho and Ardoss, swords at the ready.

Upon the completion of Whitney's incantation, two of the charging Evenwood collapse to the ground as they approach.



The nobles are now 40ft from Ardoss and Jericho and 60 from everyone else. Jericho's up.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho moves forward 20 feet.. and then readies an attack... in case any Evenwood's noble draw near... and he is dealing lethal damage... D'orite's do not give any quarter for such an insult...

 

[Talindra]

On his turn....

Ardoss shadows Jericho, realizing that reasoning with an idiot is impossible, and also readies his attack, hoping to disable anyone Jericho injures, preventing any more deaths.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn shakes his head in disgust.

He then looks directly into the eyes of one of the remaining two Evenwoods while he draws his rapier and dagger. "Two of you have already fallen. There are five of us. And HE will KILL you, make no mistake," Tarowyn indicates the foaming D'orite next to him, "This is your last chance to save your own lives."

The elf moves in to attack.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney dusts off her hands and points to the one approaching Ardoss and speaks a word that can't quite be recalled as she points to the man in question. (Daze him so Ardoss can more easily beat the fool senseless)

 

[Krug]

"Surrender fools! Do not make us shed more blood!" Shouts Bhartus. He steps forward next to Jericho attempting to flank the Everwoods along with the badger. He will attempt to inflict real damage as well, hoping to stabilise the injured or that their foes surrender.

 

[jasamcarl]

The nobles proceed with their attack, one slamming into Tarowyn and the other Jericho. Jericho meets his assailant with a sideways slash across the chest with his bastardsword, bringing an Evenwood down in a gush of blood. The other attacks Tarowyn with his longsword but barely misses, the blade scraping against the elf's chain shirt.

Whitney's hand glows a feint blue as she finishes casting a spell, but it did not seem to have had an effect on the lone Evenwood.

Jericho is up.

 

[Mirth]

As Tarowyn dances with the lone Evenwood, he tries once again to reason with him before he or the others are forced to bring him asunder. "All of your comrades have fallen, boy. 5 to 1 - not good odds. The Fist of Duvik closes around you and will crush you in a matter of moments if you do not surrender. Don't be a fool. Wouldn't you rather live to spill Aporos blood, than to let your own spread a dark stain on the grass below like your brother there?"

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho brings his blade down into the remaining Evenwood...

"Never call a D'orite weak..." he attacks once more...

 

[jasamcarl]

The young man is just able to dodge Jericho's blade. Tarowyn's attempts at diplomacy and intimidation, though reasoned, seem to not have an effect on the inflamed youth.

Ardoss and Bhartus are up.