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Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

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"I think she meant to say the fist..." Tarowyn says as he puts a steadying hand on Whitney's arm. Standing, he extends that hand in greeting towards the new woman, "...The Fist of Duvik, as it were. I am Tarowyn Coldoak."

Jericho nods, gesturing to his shield's symbol, "I am Jericho Ibn al Sufaed, pure born D'orite, of noble breeding, and Middle Finger of the Fist. I am the leader of this ragtag band."
 

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The Lady takes each offered hand in turn, a wry smile on her face and grace in her movement.

Sir Whiteclove seems less amused. He scowls, "Despite the presumption, I will give a formal introduction. This is the Lady Kylie Ebonblade, Castellan and advisor to the Lord Severus Gellen, Commander of the Army of Northern Hoator."

The Lady hops up to sit on the tavern bar, "Thank you, sir knight..." She gives a short bow with a slight tinge of irony, "Yes, Whitney, I have been privy to the exploits of the Fist. Both your Father and the King are pleased that you keep such competent company...." She winks at Jericho, "But as to the reason I am disturbing the fading peace of your town...As the sheriff explained, Duvik's Pass has obvious importance for the coming war, and yet it will not be able to stand against the strength of the Valley unless it finds allies, specifically those that are within close proximity. The best hope for that would be the Evenwoods, who I am told has had a touchy history with Duvik's Pass..."

ooc: (Chapter#3: Festival of the Falling: Darvin Evenwood was fraimed by the Doppelganger for the murder of the Aporos)

She continues, "The elder Evenwood has not declared one way or the other in the contest for the crown. Being one of the four great Valley Lords, having him on our side would bring the war to the lands of the Aporos and their allies and thus hopefully distract them from the taking of Duvik's Pass."

She looks to Whitney with almost predatory eyes, her attractive smile creeping across her face almost menacingly.
 


Jericho catches the wink, and a wide smile splits his face, as he nods after her statement, "So are you saying we need to ally ourselves with the Elder Evenwood? Sounds simple enough, we did foil that doppleganger from framing his house, and name. But that does not explain your role in this, what is that the Fist can do in this endeavor?"
 

Tokiwong said:
Jericho catches the wink, and a wide smile splits his face, as he nods after her statement, "So are you saying we need to ally ourselves with the Elder Evenwood? Sounds simple enough, we did foil that doppleganger from framing his house, and name. But that does not explain your role in this, what is that the Fist can do in this endeavor?"

She looks to Jericho, "Not as easy as you would seem to think, D'orite. I believe you might have been the one who bloodied the Lord's eldest son unconscious with that cleaver of yours.." She motions with her head towards the thick, enchanted blade of Jericho's bastard sword.

She looks back to Whitney, "But its difficult for any man to hold a grudge when doing so would deny him the oppurtunity to aquire what he dreams of most. For someone like Lord Evenwood, who has much power but a relativly new name, the legitimacy that comes with marrying a son to an old, strong house would constitute such a prize. Now, the King's throne is at stake, and as such, he would be more than willing to offer a daughter to even the Evenwoods; unfortunatly, he is too young and has busying himself with so many crusades in the East that he couldn't spare the seed for a son, let alone 'waste' it on a daughter as of yet. But fortunatly for the Hoator's second greatest family has a daughter to spare for the heir Darven Evenwood. And so I conclude...."

Her smile is very much dastardly, "Lady Whitney, on behalf of His Majesty and your Lordly father, I would like to offer you the long deprived Gellen name, and throw in Evenwood while we are at it..."
 
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"I.." her slender hand shakes as she finishes her wine, puts it down and snakes out for the nearest drink. (Norri's pint) and downs it shakily. "Father cannot be serious.. I'm not a legitimate Gellen.. surely the King wouldn't go as far as to publically acknowledge my lineage, I mean this region is pivotal, but my father is .. well the commander of the north." Her hand shakes and her voice drops. "and.. well.. I had hoped to earn a title on my efforts, not my lieage. It was the one thing mother left me.. freedom to live by my own rules." nibbles her lips. "I suppose Lady Kyrie, you've got a writ from my father most likely?"
 

Jericho furrows his brow, "Wait a minute ye father is Lord Gellen? Your real nobility, and ye wants to marry me darling lovely off to some half-wit Evenwood fop, ye if this is a joke, it is in bad taste. Is this the only way to assure the the favor of the Evenwood house?'

Jericho grumbles, his hand gripping his mug one bit too tightly, as it cracks under his grips, "You seem to be enjoying this Lady Ebonblade, what is your stake in this?"
 

"Jericho.." Whitney glances at him, "Please, if this is truly a command of my father and my king, it is difficult enough to contance it, I don't need your boistrous explosions at my father's castellan." sighs. 'If it truly the will of the king... I fear I might have to do so."
 

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"I.." her slender hand shakes as she finishes her wine, puts it down and snakes out for the nearest drink. (Norri's pint) and downs it shakily.

Seeing Whitney down his drink in one go Norri is surprised and impressed.

"Hehe," he chuckles and orders another two drinks, one for him and another for Whitney should she require it, if she doesn't though he has no qualms with having it for himself.

"Life can be a b:)tch for you noble types, marryin' peoples you've never met 'n' all that," Norri comments, "Guess that's one thing I'll never have to worry about happening to me."

Norri lowers his head for a moment as he examines something on the table.

[whisper]"You can count on the rest of the Fist supporting you, no matter what choice you make here,"[/whisper] he mentions discreetly to Whitney before lifting his head.
 
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KaintheSeeker said:
"Jericho.." Whitney glances at him, "Please, if this is truly a command of my father and my king, it is difficult enough to contance it, I don't need your boistrous explosions at my father's castellan." sighs. 'If it truly the will of the king... I fear I might have to do so."

Jericho grumbles, and leans back in his chair, glaring around the room, "I don't like it one bit, Whitney, and I be not being boisterous, but I keep my claim, and some Evewnwood pup, is not laying a hand on ye."

Jericho grumbles, and then drinks his draught, glaring, "What other dire news ye got, Lady Ebonblade?"
 
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