Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[jasamcarl]

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.

The Lord Evenwood looks to the lady. "I could have guessed that, my dear. You can imagine my surprise when I learned that the linchpin to my alliance with the Gellens was one of the freebooters who dishonored my son. Speaking of which, Darven, greet your bride."

Darven bows to Whitney, "My Lady. I am honored by you and your noble friends. I appreciate your efforts to clear my name as well as the heroism the Fist demonstrated in sparing me a death in flames."

Darven seems to be pretty agreable, if a bit nervous.

The Lord Evenwood again speaks up, "My son is more forgiving than I...." He gives Darven a slightly resentful sideways stare, "The wedding will be held in five days. You must understand the Lady Whitney's betrothel will not be seen as legitimate amongst my vassels unless they are present and, unlike my more 'comfortable' noble kin in the north, we folk of the Evenwood have to make preperations when we leave our villages if we wish not to see our serfs and lands despoiled by goblins, or get lost in the woods...So I bid you all rest..the Lady will have a room in the tower with Darven and I. It would not be proper for a heretic mercenary to live sleep in the tower proper, so the D'orite shall be taken to the barracks. The rest will be housed in servants quarters. Galven, lead them to their quarters."

The old Lord stands and moves to a side door with Darven.

OOC: This chapter will continue, but I'll hand out xp now. Norri gets 150xp. Eveyone else 133. Next post will pick up the next morning unless someone has plans for the night.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri paces back and forth in the servant's room he's staying in, wracking his brain for ideas.

"Gotta earn my keep... so now's my chance. Gotta see if old Whitney wants out of this... Jericho would be thankful too, heh... gotta pay her back for the nice cloak somehow anyway," he mumbles, then stops and taps his foot, thinking further, "Humbug. Can't figure out a course of action unless I know what Whitney wants. Meh, guess I'll just have to go and ask her."

"Can you make a little less noise? I'm trying to sleep here!" grumbles the butler he shares the room with.

"Sure Guv'ner, gonna take a walk for a bit, back later," he replies.

"Whatever," the semi-sleeping individual answers.

Norri quietly makes his way out and shuts the door silently behind him.

Dunno where she's staying, have to find her. Hmm, guards'll probably be in the important peoples' tower. Gotta get the sneak on.

Norri checks his tool kit, cracks his knuckles, and makes his way to where he thinks the tower is.

Now that I think of it, getting caught could screw absolutely everything up, and I'm not even sure if there's anything to gain. Ha! Go figure...

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho bows, and turns to head for the barracks, with a wry grin, "Best of luck to you lad," he says to Darven. When Jericho gets to the Barracks, he grumbles, sniffing the air, and looking around, not quite sure just what he got into...

Somehow I must save milady from the clutches of marriage... somehow.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

The Lord Evenwood looks to the lady. "I could have guessed that, my dear. You can imagine my surprise when I learned that the linchpin to my alliance with the Gellens was one of the freebooters who dishonored my son. Speaking of which, Darven, greet your bride."

Darven bows to Whitney, "My Lady. I am honored by you and your noble friends. I appreciate your efforts to clear my name as well as the heroism the Fist demonstrated in sparing me a death in flames."

Darven seems to be pretty agreable, if a bit nervous.

The Lord Evenwood again speaks up, "My son is more forgiving than I...." He gives Darven a slightly resentful sideways stare, "The wedding will be held in five days. You must understand the Lady Whitney's betrothel will not be seen as legitimate amongst my vassels unless they are present and, unlike my more 'comfortable' noble kin in the north, we folk of the Evenwood have to make preperations when we leave our villages if we wish not to see our serfs and lands despoiled by goblins, or get lost in the woods...So I bid you all rest..the Lady will have a room in the tower with Darven and I. It would not be proper for a heretic mercenary to live sleep in the tower proper, so the D'orite shall be taken to the barracks. The rest will be housed in servants quarters. Galven, lead them to their quarters."

The old Lord stands and moves to a side door with Darven.

Whitney fumes at Lord Evenwoods attitude. "M'lord.. might I point out that his is a part of my retinue.. and subject to the same rules of hospitality as we all are." looks to Jericho. "If he cannot stay, I fear to prevent further insult to House Gallen.. I must seek an inn or hostel."

 

[jasamcarl]

Whitney fumes at Lord Evenwoods attitude. "M'lord.. might I point out that his is a part of my retinue.. and subject to the same rules of hospitality as we all are." looks to Jericho. "If he cannot stay, I fear to prevent further insult to House Gallen.. I must seek an inn or hostel."

The Lord turns on Whitney, "Ah, the great Gellen speaks. I don't know nor do I care how heretics are dealt with in Duvik's Pass, but my House built its fief through smiting those who would reject Telmor. I am within my rights and the D'orite should be thankful I haven't had him strung for the assualt he made on my boy's honor. Perhaps you can conjure him a room through the use of your witchery." The Lord chuckles and turns back to the door, exiting with Darven.

 

[jasamcarl]

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.

OOC: Jericho fought the real Darven when the party was sent to apprehend him. Later you fought the doppelganger and later still you rescued Darven from the burning office/jail. Or atleast, that is what i recall.

 

[Krug]

"Servant's quarters... pah!" mutters the dwarf. The surroundings are bare. Bhartus starts looking around. He starts praying in order to restore his spells. I bet that shortie's up to no good already, thinks the dwarf.

"I worry about the D'orite. Hopefully he will keep both tongue and steel in place," Bhartus mutters to Moradin as though his deity were next to him.

 

[Tokiwong]

OOC: Jericho fought the real Darven when the party was sent to apprehend him. Later you fought the doppelganger and later still you rescued Darven from the burning office/jail. Or atleast, that is what i recall.

OOC: Ahh yes that was interesting times... good times even.

Jericho sits on his bed in the barracks, and looks about the room with a glare, but then breaks a wide smile for any soldiers in the room. He speaks in a cheerful tone with a rogue's grin, "So anyone know how to play some Hava? I guess ye never been to D'or, if ye got some cards, which I happene to have right here," he pulls some out, old and worn, "I can teach any of ye to play!"

OOC: If any wish to play, Jericho will teach them, and try to get in good with the soldiers, to pass off that he really isn't a bad guy, if they ignore him, then he will not worry about. Also quick question does D'or have its own language, and does Jericho speak it, his INT is 10, so he just has Common, not sure if that is Common all the way around this world, or what...

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney fumes as the lord stomps off. "Fine.. " looks to the waiting man. "see me to my room then.."

After getting settled in her rooms, Whitney paces her rooms and starts working a good long fume. -The gall of that man.. my father chose the others as my honor guard, they have been stout friends.. to do this is an insult to my honor.. and his.- continues to pace and stomp.

An hour later, she stops and smiles wickedly. "That might work." pulls on her cloak and goes in search of Kyrie. As she stops by Kyrie's door and knocks. (Assuming she opens)

"Lady Kyrie.." smiles fully. "Might I come in? I have a few ideas I need to flesh out before I send a message to father about them."

 

[jasamcarl]

Whitney fumes as the lord stomps off. "Fine.. " looks to the waiting man. "see me to my room then.."

After getting settled in her rooms, Whitney paces her rooms and starts working a good long fume. -The gall of that man.. my father chose the others as my honor guard, they have been stout friends.. to do this is an insult to my honor.. and his.- continues to pace and stomp.

An hour later, she stops and smiles wickedly. "That might work." pulls on her cloak and goes in search of Kyrie. As she stops by Kyrie's door and knocks. (Assuming she opens)

"Lady Kyrie.." smiles fully. "Might I come in? I have a few ideas I need to flesh out before I send a message to father about them."

Upon hearing Whitney's idea, Kyrie lets loose a short, stately giggle, "Ah Whitney, I didn't know you had such a mind for politics. Though it does sound like something both your father and Evenwood would acede to. A title is a title and it would give the Forest Lord an incentive to prosecute the war to the fullest.." She looks directly at Whitney, "And your father has already aknowledged you....how deliciously convenient."....She stands, "Now I will risk life and limb and awaken that hoary old grouch and hand him this proposal....This might take the night to hammer out the details and then a few days to magically send the agreement to the Crown for final approval, so I suggest you return to bed. It would be undignified for a Lady to bargain at this hour and the Lord probably wouldn't deal with you..." She gives a quick smile, and, after adorning herself in leisurly silks, heads out the door.