Feint Whispers Chapter 7: Blood, Sweat, and Fears.

[Krug]

Bhartus looks at Tarowyn. "Save that for better foes elf," he says. "Now lets get going to that menhir and hope our ploy works!"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri raises an eyebrow at Tarowyn's behaviour, but thinks nothing particularly odd of it, he doesn't know that much about elves after all.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney clears her throat as she bends down to retrieve her bolt from the goblin she shot. "Tarowyn, time to calm down, we've still got the shaman to go remember?"

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn, appearing to think better of it, removes his stained boot from the neck of the now dead goblin, "Bhartus, My Lady, you are both correct...let's continue.." On the final word he springs back to a steady run, weaving through the woods, barely keeping within sight of the other members of the Fist, as the flys fall on the slain goblin patrol to your rear.

Minutes pass as the forest grows denser and more forboding, yet Tarowyn seems completly undettered as he leads you closer and closer to the goblin camp. If anything he seems to be having fun; he begins to weave arround playfully ( or is that erraticaly) to the right and left of the party's marching column.

Suddenly, Whitney feels a slight *click* under her feat and, before she can react, two javelins fly from the surrounding brush, on on each side of the column. The tip of one barely misses Whitney's throat, instead leaving a long bloody tear on the shoulder end of her enchanted cloak. Even the agile Norri takes a prick to his leg. It was sudden, but no further assualt follows. The woods are again silent. Tarowyn abruptly stops and turns, having been well ahead of the line of fire, "What happened friends?"

Whitney takes 10. Norri takes 7.

 

[Krug]

"A trap... we need to be more careful," says Bhartus. Bhartus casts a Cure Light Wounds on Whitney "Let the wound close.. it is a nasty one.". He turns to Norri. "Do you require healing too?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I should be right for the time bein'," Norri replies, putting his hand to the wound.

He turns to Tarowyn, slightly disgruntled.

"Stop playin' about, I can't spot everything so you need to keep your eyes peeled as well. This is what happens otherwise," Norri holds out his gloved hand, speckled with his own blood, "Your behaviour's unprofessional, could get us killed."

He wipes the blood off on his sleeve and mutters something before continuing.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney touches her throat in shock, clearly shaken by the closeness of the trap. Mist stands on her feet and hisses as she looks around.

"I dearly dearly despise this place."

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho deploys the Castle Guard to the right of his forces facing the goblin menace!

 

[jasamcarl]

The sting in Whitney's shoulder begins to fade as a gentle white light suffuses the wound.

Whitney regains 9.

Tarowyn, looking down on Norri as his short arm thrusts out to demonstrate his cut, gives of a faint smile, "Apologies" before quickly dashing forward yet again into the forest's dense brush.

ooc: festy, let me know just how much more 'careful' you want to be.

 

[jasamcarl]

Jericho deploys the Castle Guard to the right of his forces facing the goblin menace!

The guard comes up on the heavy infantry's right, but they are too few in number to face all points of the goblin line.

From his not inconsiderably distant vantage point, you can see and hear the brush behind the tree branches behind the humanoid lines, many at a much higher elevation than the goblins infront of it, being disturbed, followed by a mounting wave of echoing grunts. Some very large figures come into view, towering over their diminutive compatriots and even over your own soldiers. You recognize them as bugbears, much like the one you slew in the duel with Nicos Aporos weeks ago (Chapter #3). They stream from the goblin rear in the dozens. The goblins at about halfway point in the line scatter to allow them to converge at the center; despite their barbarous appearance, they seem capable of forming a pretty tight pack.

Once in postion, the bugbears in turn to part just enough to allow a singular rider through. The black mass eventually becomes a familiar mount, Saladin; the steed is offering some minor displays of resistance to his current master, the now oh so familiar Lord Kravik, fully covered in black platmail with the exception of his pale shaven head. From across the forested battle field he calls out with a bemused tone, "Sir Jericho, I applaud the speed of your deployment...I couldn't have commanded the Lord's army better myself. And I should know...I once did. No matter though, Evenwood castle will soon have soldiers as green as the trees my former liege so valued!!!" The goblin host, some 900 strong and fully assembled, gleans at Jericho's men, beedy black eyes glinting through the partially overcast morning air.

Jericho's turn. Kravik has finished his deployment, so you can now place your knights and scouts as you wish.

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