KaintheSeeker
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"Aye that sounds like a sound plan to me." Whitney agrees, though she seems quite eager to be in a real bed than any concerns about the city's safety still being an issue
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Feint Whispers Chapter #5: The Excavation
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The old man speaks up, a more fervent smile on his face, "Aye!! We be planning to camp outside Duvik's Pass. Fate sees to it we be safe on this trip after all!!
The camp is disbanded and the caravan sets out later that morning. The journey is peacful, the Fists and refugees traveling eastward, hugging the north side of the Serpantcoil Mountains. Neither orc nor undead abberation disturbs the squeeking of wheels or plodding of hoof agains loose trail dirt. By midafternoon, you turn south into the Pass. The usual faint taint of smoke from the workshops of Duvik's tanners and blacksmiths marks your breathing.
But something is different. As Duvik's Pass comes into view, you see hundreds of men working near the northside of town, erecting piles of stone and wooden fences between buildings, watched over by an inordinatly large band of armed guards.
Jericho and Bhartus: your instincts and experience tell you that the town is being fortified, probably against the possibility of impending assault.
When the procession of refugees comes to within a thousand feet of where men are working, twelve armed guards march towards the front of the caravan, blocking the trail. None of their faces are familiar.
One, sporting the swarthy complexion of a Southener, calls out in accented North Common, "Travelers! Have he who represents you state your intentions!!!"
The camp is disbanded and the caravan sets out later that morning. The journey is peacful, the Fists and refugees traveling eastward, hugging the north side of the Serpantcoil Mountains. Neither orc nor undead abberation disturbs the squeeking of wheels or plodding of hoof agains loose trail dirt. By midafternoon, you turn south into the Pass. The usual faint taint of smoke from the workshops of Duvik's tanners and blacksmiths marks your breathing.
But something is different. As Duvik's Pass comes into view, you see hundreds of men working near the northside of town, erecting piles of stone and wooden fences between buildings, watched over by an inordinatly large band of armed guards.
Jericho and Bhartus: your instincts and experience tell you that the town is being fortified, probably against the possibility of impending assault.
When the procession of refugees comes to within a thousand feet of where men are working, twelve armed guards march towards the front of the caravan, blocking the trail. None of their faces are familiar.
One, sporting the swarthy complexion of a Southener, calls out in accented North Common, "Travelers! Have he who represents you state your intentions!!!"
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
"Seems we are fated to be the last resort of diplomacy." Whiney says as she looks at the new construction, taking her glasses off to polish them. "Shall we see who we are to fight next?"
The guards look to each other. The one who spoke motions to another, who runs back towards town. The speaker bows to Jericho, "One moment, sir. Beg your pardon."
The guards don't seem to have ill intent and infact are taking a nonthreatening posture.
Minutes later, Sir Whiteclove rides up, "Fists!!! The caravan drivers who returned informed me of the occurances at the Order. How was your return journey? I see you've made some new friends."
The guards don't seem to have ill intent and infact are taking a nonthreatening posture.
Minutes later, Sir Whiteclove rides up, "Fists!!! The caravan drivers who returned informed me of the occurances at the Order. How was your return journey? I see you've made some new friends."
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
"Indeed, it seems a major step up from what we expected upon return. So, what have you heard to start these fortifications?" blinks carefuly as she works on her glasses.
