-
NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal
- Thread starter jasamcarl
- Start date
Galvan and his mounted riders escorts the party through the thick woodlands for the rest of the day. By the time dusks settles in, the trees have begun to thin out, the odd hamlet coming into sight every hour or so. When stars are fully visible in the sky, so is the massive tower of Evenwood castle, which rests just where the trees give way to open fields in the south. The keep is massive, with its tower rising hundreds of feet surrounded by a hundred foot high stone wall that creates a circle with a radius of 300ft. Evenly spaced along the outer side of the wall stand large pine trees, the tops of the leaves cutting off where the walls do.
Stable hands come out to meet the party, taking the wagon containing the dowry as well the horses as Galvan leads everyone into the keep. After climbing a circular staircase, the party reaches the top of the tower. The room that greets them is decorates sparsly with the green clothes and silks that seem to be the Evenwood standard; otherwise, the room with its 50ft radius feels cold, the torches seeming to only hint at heat, even as it reveals the barren stone blocks that comprise the floor and walls. On the side of the room opposite the entrance sits a man in a large wooden chair that hugs the wall. He is old, bushy white hair and beard, along with the poor illumination covering his assured wrinkles. He wears a simple green tunic. The handle of his sword rests against the left arm of his throne. Next to him stands a tall blonde man, fully armed and armored in a breastplate. Everyone recognizes him as Darven Evenwood.
Galven speaks, his voice booming in the small room, "My Lord Uncle, I present to you the Lady Whitney and her.....escort."
The old man's voice seems parched but determines as he replies, "Everyone, introduce yourselves and tell me of the deeds that have earned you the trust of crown to carry out so vital a mission."
Jericho: The Lord is staring directly into your eyes. You sense obvious resentment.
OOC: Just to put Darven 'The Groom' Evenwood into context, check this out. http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?t=27468&page=3&pp=40[/I]
Stable hands come out to meet the party, taking the wagon containing the dowry as well the horses as Galvan leads everyone into the keep. After climbing a circular staircase, the party reaches the top of the tower. The room that greets them is decorates sparsly with the green clothes and silks that seem to be the Evenwood standard; otherwise, the room with its 50ft radius feels cold, the torches seeming to only hint at heat, even as it reveals the barren stone blocks that comprise the floor and walls. On the side of the room opposite the entrance sits a man in a large wooden chair that hugs the wall. He is old, bushy white hair and beard, along with the poor illumination covering his assured wrinkles. He wears a simple green tunic. The handle of his sword rests against the left arm of his throne. Next to him stands a tall blonde man, fully armed and armored in a breastplate. Everyone recognizes him as Darven Evenwood.
Galven speaks, his voice booming in the small room, "My Lord Uncle, I present to you the Lady Whitney and her.....escort."
The old man's voice seems parched but determines as he replies, "Everyone, introduce yourselves and tell me of the deeds that have earned you the trust of crown to carry out so vital a mission."
Jericho: The Lord is staring directly into your eyes. You sense obvious resentment.
OOC: Just to put Darven 'The Groom' Evenwood into context, check this out. http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?t=27468&page=3&pp=40[/I]
Galvan and his mounted riders escorts the party through the thick woodlands for the rest of the day. By the time dusks settles in, the trees have begun to thin out, the odd hamlet coming into sight every hour or so. When stars are fully visible in the sky, so is the massive tower of Evenwood castle, which rests just where the trees give way to open fields in the south. The keep is massive, with its tower rising hundreds of feet surrounded by a hundred foot high stone wall that creates a circle with a radius of 300ft. Evenly spaced along the outer side of the wall stand large pine trees, the tops of the leaves cutting off where the walls do.
Stable hands come out to meet the party, taking the wagon containing the dowry as well the horses as Galvan leads everyone into the keep. After climbing a circular staircase, the party reaches the top of the tower. The room that greets them is decorates sparsly with the green clothes and silks that seem to be the Evenwood standard; otherwise, the room with its 50ft radius feels cold, the torches seeming to only hint at heat, even as it reveals the barren stone blocks that comprise the floor and walls. On the side of the room opposite the entrance sits a man in a large wooden chair that hugs the wall. He is old, bushy white hair and beard, along with the poor illumination covering his assured wrinkles. He wears a simple green tunic. The handle of his sword rests against the left arm of his throne. Next to him stands a tall blonde man, fully armed and armored in a breastplate. Everyone recognizes him as Darven Evenwood.
Galven speaks, his voice booming in the small room, "My Lord Uncle, I present to you the Lady Whitney and her.....escort."
The old man's voice seems parched but determines as he replies, "Everyone, introduce yourselves and tell me of the deeds that have earned you the trust of crown to carry out so vital a mission."
Jericho: The Lord is staring directly into your eyes. You sense obvious resentment.
OOC: Just to put Darven 'The Groom' Evenwood into context, check this out. http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?t=27468&page=3&pp=40[/I]
Stable hands come out to meet the party, taking the wagon containing the dowry as well the horses as Galvan leads everyone into the keep. After climbing a circular staircase, the party reaches the top of the tower. The room that greets them is decorates sparsly with the green clothes and silks that seem to be the Evenwood standard; otherwise, the room with its 50ft radius feels cold, the torches seeming to only hint at heat, even as it reveals the barren stone blocks that comprise the floor and walls. On the side of the room opposite the entrance sits a man in a large wooden chair that hugs the wall. He is old, bushy white hair and beard, along with the poor illumination covering his assured wrinkles. He wears a simple green tunic. The handle of his sword rests against the left arm of his throne. Next to him stands a tall blonde man, fully armed and armored in a breastplate. Everyone recognizes him as Darven Evenwood.
Galven speaks, his voice booming in the small room, "My Lord Uncle, I present to you the Lady Whitney and her.....escort."
The old man's voice seems parched but determines as he replies, "Everyone, introduce yourselves and tell me of the deeds that have earned you the trust of crown to carry out so vital a mission."
Jericho: The Lord is staring directly into your eyes. You sense obvious resentment.
OOC: Just to put Darven 'The Groom' Evenwood into context, check this out. http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?t=27468&page=3&pp=40[/I]
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
jasamcarl said:
Whitney pulls her letter of introduction and hands it to Galven and meets the old man's gaze squarely. "I am Lady Whitney Gallen.. I am the daughter of Lord Gallen. I have the trust of the crown by word of my father and right of blood. I was sent to secure an alliance.. as you will see in the letter." waits for the old man to read the letter, nowhere as confindent or calm as her gaze shows.
Mirth
Explorer
jasamcarl said:
OOC: Didn't it turn out that the Darven that Jericho fought there was a doppelganger? Or was the doppelganger the one that committed the murder as Darven, but Jericho fought the real Darven... I'm so confused
Tarowyn stands by silent and lets Whitney do the talking at the moment. The situation is tense enough as it is.
EDIT OOC: Not sure why my regular post is in italics also, since I closed the tags for the OOC post above? Weird.
Last edited:
Tokiwong
First Post
Jericho bows graciously, and spreads his fingers, showing his palms, and dipping his head low, his wild dark hair dropping in front of his eyes. He stands up and brushes the hair back, and grins, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance milord, I am sure my reputation precedes me. But if not, I am Jericho Ibn al Sufaed, loyal protector of Lady Gellen. We bring you no ill tidings, indeed as our noble born lady has said, we bring good news, we hope to pawn her off to your family, and give us some piece of mind," he grins winsomely.
Tokiwong
First Post
Jericho bows graciously, and spreads his fingers, showing his palms, and dipping his head low, his wild dark hair dropping in front of his eyes. He stands up and brushes the hair back, and grins, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance milord, I am sure my reputation precedes me. But if not, I am Jericho Ibn al Sufaed, loyal protector of Lady Gellen. We bring you no ill tidings, indeed as our noble born lady has said, we bring good news, we hope to pawn her off to your family, and give us some piece of mind," he grins winsomely.
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
Whitney frowns as she looks over at Jericho with a 'shut up' look. "I think you will find the whole situation outlined in the letter."
-I hope that he has too much ego or the son is too stupid to see the benefit of this union with House Gellan.-
-I hope that he has too much ego or the son is too stupid to see the benefit of this union with House Gellan.-
Similar Threads
