Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[Mirth]

"Well there is certainly more to you than meets the eye, Whitney. Is there anything else you've been keeping from us?" The groups senses a certain coldness in Tarowyn's voice, but are well aware of his hatred of dishonesty. "Nevertheless, I would much rather deal with the Evenwoods than those damned Aporos."

 

[Tokiwong]

"Well there is certainly more to you than meets the eye, Whitney. Is there anything else you've been keeping from us?" The groups senses a certain coldness in Tarowyn's voice, but are well aware of his hatred of dishonesty. "Nevertheless, I would much rather deal with the Evenwoods than those damned Aporos."

Jericho raised a brow, glancing to Tarowyn, thinking of his own deception, and his pedigree. While Whitney had simply kept the truth from light, he had blatantly lied to his family, with the aid of his brother, and faked his own death to avoid the fate of merchantdom. He could see that Whitney, was already uncomfortable enough, without more placed on top of her, "Elfy, be still, let her be, her deception if any, is her own choice. We all have our secrets, for it is only human, or elven, or whatever. She has a right to her privacy, leave it at that."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Well there is certainly more to you than meets the eye, Whitney. Is there anything else you've been keeping from us?" The groups senses a certain coldness in Tarowyn's voice, but are well aware of his hatred of dishonesty. "Nevertheless, I would much rather deal with the Evenwoods than those damned Aporos."

"I was born out of marriage, Tarowyn, unacknolwledged or perhaps even wanted. I took the name I was due,Del Noir - of the Black- if you knew anything of the name it would have been a hint as to my heritage." frowns as she speaks coldly. "I thought my actions, not my antecedents, would have shown my true worth. I surely didn't expect such.. actions from one I thought a freind." sighs and makes ready to leave. "But.. if you do not wish to be known to be allied with a bastard I can always return to my rooms, I suddenly have much to think of."

 

[Mirth]

"Ah Jericho, you're right," Tarowyn says, the coldness in his demeanor softening.

Turning to Whitney, the elf apologizes, "Sorry about that. If you know me at all, you know that I couldn't care one whit about your heritage. It's simply that my past has been plagued by lies and deceit, something I was not expecting from within the Fist. Now that your problem is out in the open, however, it has become our problem and the Fist will protect you and carry you through it."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Ah Jericho, you're right," Tarowyn says, the coldness in his demeanor softening.

Turning to Whitney, the elf apologizes, "Sorry about that. If you know me at all, you know that I couldn't care one whit about your heritage. It's simply that my past has been plagued by lies and deceit, something I was not expecting from within the Fist. Now that your problem is out in the open, however, it has become our problem and the Fist will protect you and carry you through it."

Whitney nods, but doesn't speak, the hurt of Tarowyn's comments clear in her eyes and Mist's look of disqust as she walks over to confort her mistress.

 

[Krug]

"Stay Whitney. You have proven yourself time and again able, and the dwarves only care about their friends, not their origins or history," says Bhartus.

 

[Tokiwong]

Whitney nods, but doesn't speak, the hurt of Tarowyn's comments clear in her eyes and Mist's look of disqust as she walks over to confort her mistress.

Jericho nods to Tarowyn, and gives Whitney a genuine sympathetic glance, then focuses on the discussion at hand, "Is there anything else we need to know Lady Ebonblade."

 

[Festy_Dog]

[whisper]"Hehe, well, guess I won't be talking 'bout my own past any time soon,"[/whisper] Norri says to Whitney, while once again studying a spot on the table, [whisper]"Don't get upset now, old Tarowyn's a bit touchy about secrets 'n' all, and I know what it feels like to be rejected by a parent..."[/whisper]

Norri sighs before lifting his head again, giving Whitney a brief smile and a pat on the arm. He picks up his ale in both hands and takes a swig.

Originally posted by Tokiwong
"Is there anything else we need to know Lady Ebonblade."

"Yeah, if we're all here the rest of us must come in somewhere," Norri adds.

 

[jasamcarl]

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?"

The Lady continues, "Ah..this group isn't as close as I imagined given Whitney's notes on your exploits. So many secrets.....And if you knew Whitney as well as you wished you could, D'orite, you would know that she has always been clawing for her father's recognition, though perhaps not under these circumstances."

She hops down from the bar, "But enough of this pratter and revelation. We shall depart tommorow for Evenwood Castle to bring this proposal to the most arrogant Lord. Here's hoping for you, Lady Whitney, that the son doesn't carry his father's grudge, especially given that it was young Darven who suffered from the black brute's blade.." She looks to Jericho briefly, "I assume the vaunted 'Fist' would be willing to escort her; it is only fitting that a Lady have a company of strong men to look after her noble for. The Crown and the Lord Gellen will see that you are all rewarded."

The Sheriff speaks up, gruff after all the sentimentalism, "The common paths are most likely be watched upon by servants of the Southern Lords, so don't expect a peaceful journey if you take the most direct path; the rebels are most likely expecting an attempt at such an alliance. The size the dowry that King Hedrick and Lord Gellen collected in the name of 'love' and alliance might attract the mercenaries and bandits as well."

The Lady Ebonblade lay a parchment on the bar, "An official declaration rendering the Lady Whitney legitmate. Congratulations, Whitney Gellen. Now I am off to see to the preperations for the wagon. I would suggest everyone dress to look less...'adventurous'...we wouldn't like to bring attention to ourselves."

She looks down at Norri, "Not a problem for you I imagine." She winks in his direction, letting her pearly white teeth into view before suddenly turning, her cloaks wooshing as she does so, and departs out the back of the tavern.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney stares at the writ for a long time, her face showing her confusion. Finally she picks it up and sighs. "A noblewoman.." she wilts into her seat and tosses it onto the table. "I wanted title and recognition, that is true enough, but not for the sole purpose of being a .. asset to offer some reclitant lord who fails to serve to his oaths." drums her fingers on the table. "I wanted to do deeds and learn magics that my father woujld be forced to recognize my worth, and publicly annonce that I was his daughter."

She sits back and drinks a lot more deeply than you are used to see her drink from her pint.