Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[KaintheSeeker]

Mist followed the Short One closely, taking care to avoid it's feet, though she danced with it enough to keep it on the path behind mommy. She was impatient but mommy was right, these two should know if she needed aid. The taller one, loud and brash, seemed to be trying to do the mating dance with mommy but failed to grasp the essentials of it. Yowling was all well and good for the tomcat to do, but he had to show proper effection with goods and attention. She had not seen him once offer mommy a bit of meat or a single glittery thing to bat around. She turned up her tail at him, twisting around the short one's feet again. Perhaps he would learn the right way but for now she liked the short one who smelled of salted meat somewhere about him, and she looked up to him with an anticipatory look that Mommy always understood. It was time to share!

Mist looks up at Bhartus as they walk along, batting at his belt pouch. "Meoyrh?"

OOC: trying out putting Mist up for her little bit, and trying to write from a Cat's point of view

 

[Krug]

Jericho will stay about 150 feet away then around a corner and wait for the message from Mist... not sure just how to recieve that message...

"Can you talk to cats, Bhartus?" he says quizzically.

"No, Jericho, I cannot talk to cats," replies Bhartus, slightly annoyed. Bhartus pats the cat on its head. "Is the mage-woman trying to tell us somethinig?"

 

[Tokiwong]

"No, Jericho, I cannot talk to cats," replies Bhartus, slightly annoyed. Bhartus pats the cat on its head. "Is the mage-woman trying to tell us somethinig?"

Jericho kneels down... to give the cat a pet...

"Well as long as you can tell us something... and the young pretty thing does not get strung up I shall be happy..." he says to Mist.

Jericho drops some rations for Mist...

"Who can understand women?" Jericho says to Bhartus with a smirk.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Jericho kneels down... to give the cat a pet...

"Well as long as you can tell us something... and the young pretty thing does not get strung up I shall be happy..." he says to Mist.

Jericho drops some rations for Mist...

"Who can understand women?" Jericho says to Bhartus with a smirk.

Ah the tall one shows some sense.

Mist takes the offered ration with the haunty air of a regal dutchess and chews on it.

Perhaps with time I can teach them to treat me with all the respect I'm due. Mommy would have known what I wanted right away. Still better than nothing

 

[jasamcarl]

Dalik, Whitney, and Tarowyn enter the interior of the camp, which is surrounded by now horseless wagons and tents. You can smell the broth being cooked in pots of varying size all along the perimeter of the camp, while in the center you note entertainers of numerous persuasions practing their singing, acrobatics, magic, poetry, etc.

Dalik points to one especially large, roofed wagon 100ft away, "That is where the Tongue stays." Gentle candle light is emitting from the window to the side of the wagon. Standing infront of the rear doors to the mobile room are two tall, brutish figures, obviously possessing some orcish lineage. Though they make a poor attempt to conceal them, each obviously has a falchion in easy reach.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney looks to the boy and her companion. "Let's get moving then." nibbles on her lip nervously as she looks around.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn approaches the guards with feigned trepidation. "Evenin' gents. The girl an' me, we be wantin' an audience wit' your boss, if we can. We's lookin' for work, an' we 'eard dat he's the one ta talk to," the elf tries to seem as weak and compliant as he can, talking in a thickly drawn-out brogue.

 

[jasamcarl]

The half-orcs stare at Tarowyn briefly and one then looks to Dalik, "Whos these people, imp?"

The bard responds, "Just a couple of traveling folk. Thought I would clear them with the Tongue."

The orcs again turn on Whitney and Tarowyn, each staring down one of the party members. One speaks, "Is that right, strangers?" Their growl is menacing.

 

[Krug]

"Well are we following them past those orcs?" says Bhartus. He thinks for a moment and adds, "I don't think you can kill them both, by the way."

 

[Tokiwong]

"Well are we following them past those orcs?" says Bhartus. He thinks for a moment and adds, "I don't think you can kill them both, by the way."

"Ain't no orc, Jericho can't kill... if it bleeds... I can kill it."

Jericho smirks...