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

[Krug]

"Next time have milk Tarowyn, if you can't hold a thimble of beer," Bhartus says.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"So we're good to go then," Norri cracks his knuckles, "Brilliant."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

'Julia' looks up with a pleasent smile to Jericho as she whispers to him. "Remember some day I'm likely going to have a chance to turn you into a newt, don't push things too far." she says with a pleasent tone to her voice.

 

[Tokiwong]

'Julia' looks up with a pleasent smile to Jericho as she whispers to him. "Remember some day I'm likely going to have a chance to turn you into a newt, don't push things too far." she says with a pleasent tone to her voice.

Jericho smiles, "Of course, you will," he pats her on the rump and then strides about the room, "Aye I feel as ready we will ever be, let's be done with this messy business."

 

[Krug]

Bhartus shakes his head. "It seems the toils of war do nothing to curb the libido of our D'orite..." he mutters.

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc: I'm back!!! Sorry about the delays. Busy at work and such. Not to mention that while i was awaiting elfies return, I got hooked on Dark Age of Camelot. Toki can sympathize, i'm sure. Anywho, I'll post either tonight or tommorow.

 

[jasamcarl]

The party descends down the to the courtyard and out the front gate. Arrayed in tight formation are hundreds upon hundreds of men brandishing all manner of weapon, from bows to shortswords to longspears. Mounted and situated towards the front of the line of march are the heavily armored ranks of Knights. While the assorted infantry bow upon your approach, hooting their disdain for the 'greenskins', the 'noble' warriors remain closed mouthed.

ooc: they are at your command: one hundred knights, 400 pikemen, 400 archers, 100 scouts, and 100 medium infantry/engineers. Enjoy!

 

[Krug]

Bhartus looks over the army, impressed. "I'm not familiar with horses during war time..."

Bhartus murmurs a prayer. Oh Blessed Moradin may these warriors fight strong and proud in upcoming battles.

He turns to the D'orite. "I can give my blessing, but I think they would require a rousing speech from one such as you," and turning to Julia, "or even you."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

'Julia' shakes her head. "I'm but a simple Hermit Mage's daughter, not the child of nobility, at least in this short time, as such my words and actions do not speak well before the events occur, besides men don't follow Mages of my small water, they follow other swordsmen." looks to Jericho as she makes sure she's not within reach of him when he starts his speach. (way too grabby for her liking.)

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho gets astride Saladin, and canters into the court at the head of the men, inspecting their ranks, and gauging their resolve. He makes quick corrections and commands and then proceeds to center himself on the gathered formation. He gazes over the gathered crowd, before nodding to the knights, saluting them in their custom and fashion.

“Sons of Evenwood, vassals, and knights, today we fight a common enemy. We march on the woods to route out the goblins that infest those lands. We fight to head off any possible organized resistance from these ‘green-skins’. But before we can face the enemy without, we must squash all prejudices within,” Jericho draws his enchanted bastard sword and raises it high, the blade glowing an eerie red, “I am a son of the lands of D’or, a foreigner in your lands, but by my sword I have proved my strength time and time again. Now my blade fights along your side, as brothers, as soldiers, and as men.”

Jericho levels his enchanted blade towards the men, moving it slowly from left to right as he speaks, “You must all decide now, to put aside your petty views and realize that we fight for your lord’s land, for your land, and for your families! To this end I have pledged my sword to Lord Evenwood, and to you my men, till victory or death! I have given my pledge to you, and I will not falter. I know our enemy, and it is together as one mighty Fist, one mighty Hammer, and one mighty Sword that we will be VICTORIOUS!” the D’orite raises his blade once more in a mighty roar, trying to encourage the men to follow suit…