Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney sips her drink in response to the toast that Jericho offered. -That one will be trouble I am sure of that. He's got that... air about him- She tells herself as Mist bounds off her shoulder to prowl the hall, passing and entwining around the legs of each of the Fist in turn. (Taking great pleasure in lingering for 'proper' affection from Bhartus, Cats' just LOVE to tease those that don't like them... LOL)


Whitney takes a seat and tries to figure how her idea could lead to trouble that she didn't forsee. -Dashed if they should have taught this in school. Politics are the bane of a Mage's life. I wish I had a pinch of mother's grasp of the court.-

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho picks up the gentle familiar and feeds it some fish, from the table, and gives it a gentle petting, "There ye be, gentle Mist, a sound meal for a fine little cat. As pretty as be ye master, though ye be lacking in the curves," he purrs loud enough for his companions to here.

 

[jasamcarl]

A servant boy approaches from the front of the pavilion and looks over Norri, Bhartus, and Tarowyn with his big brown eyes, "What type of men be you, sirs? Some type of spirits?"

Whitney: After considering the proposal, you wonder, should the Evenwoods take control of the valley, what type of authority will they expect over Duvik's Pass?

 

[Festy_Dog]

Originally posted by jasamcarl
"What type of men be you, sirs? Some type of spirits?"

"No sirree, we're about as much flesh and blood as you are," Norri says, "I can tell you though, I'm one of the 'wee folk', or better known as a halfling, our stout friend Bhartus is a dwarf, and Tarowyn is one of those noble elf types. But speaking of spirits you wouldn't happen to have more would you?"

 

[Tokiwong]

"No sirree, we're about as much flesh and blood as you are," Norri says, "I can tell you though, I'm one of the 'wee folk', or better known as a halfling, our stout friend Bhartus is a dwarf, and Tarowyn is one of those noble elf types. But speaking of spirits you wouldn't happen to have more would you?"

"Aye the wee man be too modest, these be the best bunch of heroes I have ever had the pleasure of leading. We have faced evil orcs, ogres, the dead, and the foul things that walk the earth. And we still be living that we are, in no small part to these fine heroes. I had my doubts about the elfy, but he even he be a stalwart ally. He could take an apple off ye head at a 100 paces he could," Jericho interrupts.

"The one we call Bhartus be a mighty cleric indeed, Moradin be proud he has a friend like me to drag him into all sorts of trouble! And the wee man is slicker then oil I tell ye, he could creep into the Hall of the Gods and steel their divinity before they even blinked," Jericho grins, with his normal roguish smile.

 

[Mirth]

"Tarowyn is one of those noble elf types."

"Elf I am," Tarowyn says as he glances at Norri over the top of wine glass, "but hardly noble. Thanks for the compliment, though."

"I had my doubts about the elfy, but he even he be a stalwart ally. He could take an apple off ye head at a 100 paces he could."

"Well..." Tarowyn says, but doesn't dispute the D'orite's claim. "You could do well to learn a bit of ranged warfare yourself, son of Al Sufaed. Although I must admit that the chop-chop-chop-stab-maim-hack technique you've perfected is quite effective."

Looking down at his now empty glass, the elf's eyes blur slightly. "Thish ish good shtuff..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Originally posted by Tokiwong
"And the wee man is slicker then oil I tell ye, he could creep into the Hall of the Gods and steel their divinity before they even blinked,"

"Hehe, ya certainly know how to make a fella feel good about his profession, boss," Norri says with a chuckle, raising his glass to him.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney sits in her spot, toying with her drink, quietly contemmplating what she's put in motion. Mist slips out of Jericho's hands and does what cats do. Slink over to those that don't like them, and winds around Bhartus' ankles purring loudly for attention.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Oh come now elfy I carry a short bow but there is nothing like looking a foe in the eye as you cut them down, the evil foes that is," he turns to Norri, and raises his cup.

"Now you may need to slow down elfy, lest you lose your senses," he grins.

 

[jasamcarl]

The boy looks in wonder at the three after hearing the description of some of their deeds, "We be never seein things like that sirs...mostly goblins in the Valley...i'm sure you can take thems easy..." He scurries off to fetch the party their drinks.

Moments later, a man of similiar age to Lord Evenwood, draped in a green robe and with long white flowing hair enters. Others turn their heads as he walks between the benches and up to the front of the pavilion to stand infront of the Lord. The old man nods and the Lord smiles in reply. He then walks out without a word.

The Lord Evenwood looks to both Kyrie and Whitney, "Gellen has sent an affirmative message by arcane means to my old, mute friend their. The Crown has accepted our proposal. I suppose we can keep your wedding dress in storage, my Lady..." He takes a swig of wine in a richly carved wooden cup.