Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Tokiwong]

Jericho looks at Nicos first...

"You know I really don't like you... and I can't say I liked the Evenwooods any better. But we did lose a comrade, and that tends to make me mad as well, even if he was an orc."

Jericho glances to the Sherrif and Tarowyn...

"Frankly I just want to get paid, and avoid all this politcal scandals, but I do agree with the elfy, there should be a reckoning."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney looks angrily at the young noble as well, Mist's green eyes glaring out from beheath her mane of hair as well.

"I dislike you pup." folds her arms and looks at him. "Bewarned little youngblood, you owe us a blood debt, and while that might not frighten you.. you never know when such rash acts might anger those more powerful than you." looks to the Sherrif. "I am quite willing to forego my claim for blood in the interests of peace, but as for my compainions? I will stand by them.. they've saved my life more than once."

Steps beside the others and gives the noble a look like he was a smelly dirty mouse that Mist had brought to her.

 

[Krug]

"Pah.. the underhanded manipulations of humans," Bhartus says. He spits on the ground. "You have already cost us one of our friends... explain all this or else!" He raises his mace and prepares for his comrade's actions.

 

[jasamcarl]

The sheriff grits his teeth, rage obvious on his face as he turns to Nicos, "Did you know about this?"

Nicos responds, not even feigning a bluff, "Did I know? Of course not. I might have suggested to one or two of my junior siblings and cousins that you Sir Whiteclove were short on arms to traffic the commons and merchants in addition to arresting those responsible for our kin's murder, but it was not until after I sent him on his mission of justice that remembered the extent of Eurid's temper. It certainly is a volitile situation here; my father will certainly loose patience with the lawless condition of Duvik's Pass that cost him two sons, abeit junior members, and at the hands of the King's agents nonetheless!!! If I, his eldest son, were to have my business curtailed with undue burdens, I'm sure he would have no reservations in sending his men into your municipality to tame the injust....may I go now, my dear sheriff?"

The sheriff places his hand on the hilt of his longsword, but then lets it relax, nodding to Nicos.

The noble stands up and begins his trek to the door....

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho smirks chuckling at Nicos words...

"That was funny..."

Jericho turns to Nicos as he is about to pass him...

"Oh yeah... INJUST THIS!!!!"

Jericho slugs the nobleman in the face with his fist...

Why do I feel so much better now?

 

[jasamcarl]

The noble's face comes up red from the D'orites unexpected punch. Nicos removes a silk hankie from a pocket in his red trousers, placing it over the broken nose and speaks calmly, "Next time, sand scum." He hurridly exits the office.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"M'lord." Whitney says as she leans against the door frame. "A suggestion, when you do come for him..try and show the honor your blood suggests you have." (the irony is very thick in her voice.) "While I'm not titled like you.. I have the ear of a few of your peers.. it would hurt quite a bit if you were too cowardly to face him in honest conflict.." bows. "good day m'lord." (scorn is very thick in her voice, and you can almost swear that Mist is snickering at him)

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho grins, stretching his knuckles...

Violence is the answer....

The noble's face comes up red from the D'orites unexpected punch. Nicos removes a silk hankie from a pocket in his red trousers, placing it over the broken nose and speaks calmly, "Next time, sand scum." He hurridly exits the office.

"I will be waiting..." Jericho replies stretching his hand.

 

[Mirth]

"Not so fast, young one," Tarowyn says as he turns to follow Nicos out of the door. "We brought Darven in alive so far and I'm not going to see you murder him while we are all here in this office. Sheriff, I suggest you send some men to take Darven into custody and I will stand watch over him until they arrive." With that, the elf leaves the office and heads for the wagon, drawing his rapier as he goes.

 

[jasamcarl]

Sir Whiteclove nods in agreement to the Tarowyn's suggestion as the elf exits the room. He turns to the remaining party members, "I will have the few men i have left put the Evenwoods in confinement in the cell below this room. I warn all of you..." he looks to Jericho, "...whatever you think about the little wretch, Nicos is not to be harmed. Tensions are high enough between the northern and southern nobles as is. I don't want to give pretense for the greater part of the Yellow Valley's strength to descend on my municipality. I will appeal to the king to give me warrent to arrest him but until then...please behave yourselves. I will send peasents to retrieve the orc's body and give him the burial rights he deserves; he will be avenged in time."

"The days activities are beginning to wind down. I would suggest you return to your post and get some rest. Tommorow we will see the fruits borne out of todays plots and I will need the Fists more than ever."

With that he exits to office to see to Darven.

Let me know if everyone agrees to returning to the watch room; if so, i will continue on to Day Two.