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

[Festy_Dog]

"Somehow I don't think those terms are going to be accepted..." Norri says, and scratches his chin in thought, "But no harm in lettin' the boss know 'em. Honour and all that."

 

[Mirth]

The Knight stares down at Tarowyn from his black steed, silently with no hint of his thoughts escaping through the helm. A moment later, he again speaks, "Very well Sir Tarowyn; you can carry these terms to your companions. My Liege, the Lord Galvan Evenwood would have it be known that he can no longer tolerate these woods to be ruled by the soft wrinkled hand of his uncle or his weak, stupid cousin Darven."

He breaths in before beginning again, "To that effect, he now declares the Evenwood as part of his charge. The army which I presume the Fist of Duvik commands is to immediatly lay down its arms and swear fealty to Lord Galvan. They are then to, under his command, march on the Castle and assist in forcing to old man to submit. The Fist of Duvik, in exchange for relinquishing their command and swearing an oath of loyalty to our new lord, will recieve his support in aquiring ownership over Duvik's Pass." A brief pause, "Though my master does expect that the Lady Whitney of Gellen will remain with him in anticipation of their eventual marriage."

He chuckles to himself behind the helm, "Those are the conditions by which bloodshed can be avoided for the immediate future; as loathsome as the greenskins of these woods are, Lord Galvan has secured enough of their arms from their shaman bitch to execute by force that which he can't obtain through..and understanding? Can my Lord expect these terms to be carried to all the commanders of this army, Tarowyn Coldoak? I would remind you the honor of both you and your men would be tarnished if you were to violate the rules of parly and not allow me to return to my own host." He quiets, awaiting your answer.

"Ah, there's where you made your mistake," Tarowyn says as he unsheathes his rapier and nods to the other scouts to do the same, "you assume I have honor, especially when it comes to Evenwoods. You are one to talk of honor when allying yourself with goblinkin. Off your horse and off with your helm. You obviously know my name and I would know yours."

As the elf waits for the knight to comply, he looks at one of the scouts, "You... go fetch the rest of the Fist. Tell the dwarf not to dally."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"You are one to talk of honor when allying yourself with goblinkin."

"You know, Tarowyn, you may have a point there," Norri says with a grin.

Elves certainly are a smart bunch.

He hops down after Tarowyn and draws his short sword.

 

[Mirth]

"You know, Tarowyn, you may have a point there," Norri says with a grin.

"Don't tell Jericho. He likes to believe that the only points I have are on the tips of my ears."

 

[jasamcarl]

The scouts draw their weapons as one scurries off for the others.

The Knight lets loose a mocking sigh from atop his horse, "It's clear that neither elves or halflings are taught what is tolerable behavior in the lawful lands of men, otherwise you would realize how grave a slight this is.." With that he dismounts in one smooth motion.

"Don't misunderstand me, I've made such mistakes in my own travels.." His armored hands rise up, clasp his helm and lift, revealing a youngish looking man, whose fresh features are belied by his shaven head; still he can only be described as handsmome, "..but believe me, I am now very much aware of the consequences."

The scouts gasp in horror, their sword arms visibly shaking. One blurts out, "Sir Kravik......"

Jericho, Bhartus, and Whitney: As you continue your slow march, a man comes racing towards the front of the column from the north (the direction you are heading). He is recognizable as a scout. He stops infront of the lot of you and bows, "Sir Jericho, Sir Bhartus. We've taken a prisoner, a Knight me's thinks. He claims to want to parly on behalf on the enemy. Sir Tarowyn is holding him and wishes for you to come and see." Some Knights marching immediatly behind you begin to mumble under their breath in angry towns, whispering to each other.

Whitney: You hear one Knight whisper to another, "An elf and halfling keep one of us prisoner!!! And under right of parly!!!"

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho nods, "Then bring me to this knight at once," he kicks his horse forward and motions for the officers to stop the army, while he rides ahead to speak.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney, forgetting her current role, pulls up beside the dissenting knight and looks at him. "And you think for a moment, sir, that the goblins who are most likely the enemies allies will do better? I'm sure that given half a chance they'd kill anyone under flag of parley whereas we only hold them. And don't forget, it is Jericho who leads this group, I am sure if he sees the rightness of things that we'll be seeing that affront set right." smiles politely to him. "So, don't go looking for insult quite yet, I'm sure the enemy will give us that soon enough."

 

[Mirth]

The scouts draw their weapons as one scurries off for the others.

The Knight lets loose a mocking sigh from atop his horse, "It's clear that neither elves or halflings are taught what is tolerable behavior in the lawful lands of men, otherwise you would realize how grave a slight this is.." With that he dismounts in one smooth motion.

"Don't misunderstand me, I've made such mistakes in my own travels.." His armored hands rise up, clasp his helm and lift, revealing a youngish looking man, whose fresh features are belied by his shaven head; still he can only be described as handsmome, "..but believe me, I am now very much aware of the consequences."

The scouts gasp in horror, their sword arms visibly shaking. One blurts out, "Sir Kravik......"

Ignoring the knight's taunts, Tarowyn turns to the scout who spoke, "Buck up, lad. You seem to know this 'Kraven' boy ( ) ... so out with what you know."

 

[Krug]

Bhartus waits to hear the prisoner's words. "Give up so easily? I doubt it," he mutters...

 

[jasamcarl]

Ignoring the knight's taunts, Tarowyn turns to the scout who spoke, "Buck up, lad. You seem to know this 'Kraven' boy ( ) ... so out with what you know."

The scout, still shaking, replies, "He..he's Sir Kravik Treehold...he commanded us raiders along with Lord Galvan, Sir. But he's...he's dead. Died a couple months back in a raid on the greenskins..how..?"

The dark knight, smiling, interrupts the scout, "Forgive young Tarkik. He was never good with words.."

Bhartus and Jericho appear along with the fourth scout.

Kravik continues, "Elf, halfling, dwarf, D'orite, but where is the striking Lady Whitney? Lord Galvan was expecting me to return with her. Quite a wedding that will be. One side for men, the other for goblin." He lets out hearty laughter, which echoes through the trees, "But you wanted to take me captive, no?" He releases his helm, allowing it to drop to the forest floor and raises his hands in a show of 'surrender', "Please...whatever you have in mind, believe me, I've seen worse, though the elf's 'humorous' play on my name comes close."

Whitney: The same Knight who whispered responds, "I don't know who you are, wench, but be thankful that your sellsword companions give you protection, otherwise my honor would require me to punish someone such as you or speaks to an obvious superior in such a way. Though your pretty looks would by you a few minutes of ...recreational reprieve.

ooc: just to be clear, as I understand it, Whitney is at the heady of the main column of soldiers, Norri and Tarowyn are in a forward position with the scouts and prisoner, and Bhartus/Jericho have just arrived, only hearing the last bit of conversation (take note of that KRUG!!)