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

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney frowns at that and is about to make a reply when Mist sticks her head out just enough to meow loudly and glance at the Knight in question. The cat's yowl is enough to make her come to her senses that she is still in 'role' and she turns her head with a sniff and kicks her horse forward a bit. Another time, M'lord knight.. when I will remind you of your words and insult to your so-called 'honor'. She reminds herself, knowing of many knights who serve her father who would take askance at the way he treated a 'common' lady.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho listens riding to the forefront of the group, "Well Sir Kravik, to look into the eye of my enemy is a rare treat, indeed. As per the bonds of parley, you are under my custody, till we settle terms of any agreement we may or may not come to."

The D'orite growls, "Lower your weapons, he comes under the bonds of parley, now!"

"Sir Kravik, Lady Gellen is not accompanying us at this time, she is in the custody of our Lord, the fields of war are no place for a proper lady of her her station," Jericho speaks.

 

[Festy_Dog]

The D'orite growls, "Lower your weapons, he comes under the bonds of parley, now!"

"Yessir!" Norri says, and sheathes his short sword.

He remains critical of the knight though, and keeps a wary eye on his body language, should it ever conflict with the words coming out of his mouth.

 

[jasamcarl]

Sir Kravik grins upon hearing Jericho, dropping his arms to his sides. "I'm sure my Lord can excersice some patience. Though I wouldn't suppose that you would concede to surrender your army and assist in the siege of Castle Evenwood? For your trouble, I'm sure we could convince the Aporos not to sack Duvik's Pass." His manner is obstensibly jovial but with a hint of menace.

Whitney approaches on her mount. Kravik eyes her, points, "And who would this be?"

 

[Tokiwong]

Sir Kravik grins upon hearing Jericho, dropping his arms to his sides. "I'm sure my Lord can excersice some patience. Though I wouldn't suppose that you would concede to surrender your army and assist in the siege of Castle Evenwood? For your trouble, I'm sure we could convince the Aporos not to sack Duvik's Pass." His manner is obstensibly jovial but with a hint of menace.

Whitney approaches on her mount. Kravik eyes her, points, "And who would this be?"

"No one of import," Jericho motions for Whitney to leave, "back to the rear woman!"

"Your terms are not agreeable sir Knight, but if you were to throw down your arms, we could avoid senseless bloodshed, but if you choose to fight, then we shall meet on the field of battle. What is your choice?"

 

[Krug]

Bhartus waits for the Knight to respond to Jericho. I fear war will be the only way..., he thinks.

 

[jasamcarl]

"No one of import," Jericho motions for Whitney to leave, "back to the rear woman!"

"Your terms are not agreeable sir Knight, but if you were to throw down your arms, we could avoid senseless bloodshed, but if you choose to fight, then we shall meet on the field of battle. What is your choice?"

Kravik sighs before mounting his horse, "The field it is, D'orite, though I believe I will say hello to the elf first." He smiles at Tarowyn, "Atleast you lot have a modicum of loyalty.." he points to the top of a rise in the forest floor to the east, "Please peruse that hill if you wish to know see the price dishonor brings.." With that, he has his stead turn northward and begins to distance himself from the party at a trot.

 

[Mirth]

Before anyone can do anything, Tarowyn draws and fires on the retreating knight ... targeting Kravik's horse. As the second arrow flies, the elf comments, "No mount deserves such a despicable master. Better the poor creature die now and Kraven walk back to his 'lord' with his head hung low."

 

[Tokiwong]

Before anyone can do anything, Tarowyn draws and fires on the retreating knight ... targeting Kravik's horse. As the second arrow flies, the elf comments, "No mount deserves such a despicable master. Better the poor creature die now and Kraven walk back to his 'lord' with his head hung low."

Jericho seethes... "Damn you elfy have you no respect for proper decorum or propriety in the matters of war!"

He draws his blade... but he isn't looking at the knight...

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Enough!" Whitney says as she starts to do her turn away, but stops at the bickering between her companions. "We shall not debate ethics in front of the enemy! Especially one.." she looks at the man in question. "who has laid aside his oath of fealty. However much or.. little honor he may have, we will respect the field of Parlay Tarowyn." the red hair she's currently dyed her normally chestnut locks to seems quite approapiate as she spurrs up to Tarowyn.



(OOC: Sorry.. she's tired of foolish men and lots of posing, figured she'd break her act for such an act)