Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[KaintheSeeker]

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.

Whitney nods and gives Kyrie a quick bow. "Thank you Kyrie.. you were the only one in father's retinue that credited me or mother with having hafl a brain." smiles as she withdraws. "Good dreams Lady Ebonblade."

Heads back to her rooms, and picks up Mist. "Well darling, we might have dodge the ballista bolt this time.. keep your paws crossed okay muffin?" rubs Mist's ears and let her gently purr her contement as she looks over her books.

 

[jasamcarl]

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...

The soldiers pass glances to Jericho....one yells out, "Aye, the brown man carries a mean blade. He be needing it to fight off those devil gods of his after hearing the Laugh!!!" Everyone laughs and gathers around Jericho, "Show us this game, mercenary..." The muscular, bruised men watches Jericho as he teaches the game and the barracks see much laughter that night.

ooc: The legacy of the empire that used to rule most of the world is that everyone is familiar with the Sommite tongue, aka Common. There are three broad dialects/accents; Northern, Southern, and Sand common, of which Jericho speaks the latter. So you can communicate with others, you just have what would be regarded as a funny voice.

 

[Tokiwong]

OOC: Thanks for the heads up Carl.

Jericho curls up a smile, "Now, you men know how to play, and don’t be thinking we D’orites are godless fools, we just do things differently. But then again I am a warrior, I worry not about matters of religion. I worry about the fool trying to run me through on the battlefield, but then again, my blade is sharp, and my foes lay behind me as corpses. Jericho Ibn al Sufaed, dies on his own terms, but that holds true for all true warriors, yes?”

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn watches Jericho from the doorway of the barracks, chuckling to himself, Say goodbye to your coins, brave Evenwood lackeys. You've no idea who you're dealing with...

Quietly, the elf secures a bunk near the door and sets his gear upon it, letting the D'orite amuse the others uninterrupted, Can't let Jericho go it here alone. Someone's got to protect him from himself.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho catches sight of Tarowyn, but decides to not draw any attention to the elf, and focuses on the game at hand, smirking at his hava hand, and grinning, "Ante up lads, time to pay the sand viper..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri crouches on top of a rafter as a guard walks by underneath.

Looks like he doesn't find his job quite riveting.

Once the guard is out of sight Norri takes a breath and drops silently to the floor.

Just like old times, 'cept there's no big pay off at the end, pity.

He stays close to the wall as he moves, then darts behind a statue when someone opens a door. He stays frozen in an awkard position as a man's head pokes out the door and looks up and down the hallway.

I wasn't that noisy was I?"

"All clear," he tells someone in the room with him.

A woman giggles as she steps out.

"See you tomorrow," she says cheerily and kisses him before hurrying off.

Norri recognises the woman as one of the maids he saw earlier that evening. He rolls his eyes. Finally the man shuts his door and Norri is able to continue.

The things you see when people dunno you're there...

 

[Krug]

Bhartus starts to meditate and pray to Moradin when he hears the D'orites loud laughter.

And may you bless that foolish swordsman, though he might not be a devotee, he is a fine fellow. Not much up there, but a good swordsman, nevertheless, Bhartus prays, as he continues to meditate.

 

[jasamcarl]

Norri crouches on top of a rafter as a guard walks by underneath.

Looks like he doesn't find his job quite riveting.

Once the guard is out of sight Norri takes a breath and drops silently to the floor.

Just like old times, 'cept there's no big pay off at the end, pity.

He stays close to the wall as he moves, then darts behind a statue when someone opens a door. He stays frozen in an awkard position as a man's head pokes out the door and looks up and down the hallway.

I wasn't that noisy was I?"

"All clear," he tells someone in the room with him.

A woman giggles as she steps out.

"See you tomorrow," she says cheerily and kisses him before hurrying off.

Norri recognises the woman as one of the maids he saw earlier that evening. He rolls his eyes. Finally the man shuts his door and Norri is able to continue.

The things you see when people dunno you're there...

Norri, as you sneek through the keep, you hear two gods muttering, "Yeah, de marshal Galven be hot and ragin' over Darven's marriage. Saw him storming off into the woods earlier leash his anger on more goblins..." the other laughs and with an impish smile, replies, "Well, what do ye expect, if his cousin marrys, Galven can kiss his prayers of being a lord good bye.." They both laugh heartily at that.

Norri is able to make it to Whitney's room unnoticed. It stands high in the keep tower. Large conifer trees can be seen in the distance through a viewing space in the stone wall.

ooc: consider me back. i reeallly apologize for the delays. we'll get the night's rp and move on by the end of the week, promise. continue...

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hope this is her room.

Norri knocks lightly upon the door.

"Room service," he says when the door is opened, greeting whoever is there with an impish smile.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Hope this is her room.

Norri knocks lightly upon the door.

"Room service," he says when the door is opened, greeting whoever is there with an impish smile.

Whitney opens the door, "Good eve, Norri." she says with a calm smile, and you can tell she's been writing again, as there is a spatter of ink on her ear where her quill is tucked. (one of her habits)

Mist makes herself known by slipping around the halfling's feet and purring loudly for attention.

"Would you care to come in then? I am quessing you've come to talk? I have some tea warming if you like."