Feint Whispers: Unearthing the Past

[Talindra]

Ardoss does not follow. "You would leave the supplies here, where anyone could take them?" he calls after the others. "I would venture that the Lord values these supplies more than the heads of those you seek."

 

[jasamcarl]

double post

 

[jasamcarl]

The caravan is filled to the brim with the foodstuffs destined for Travenburg. The orcs and humans possess little more than their weapons and armor.

 

[Krug]

"All right.. the half-orc.. does have a point," says Bhartus grudgingly. "But the village is only five miles from here and after that we go hunt down these orcs or beings. You cut the weeds, you tear the roots," says the cleric.

 

[Mirth]

"Ardoss is right. Vengeance will not feed the townsfolk. Hopefully we can find the freebooters later." Tarowyn helps to prepare the cart to return to town.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Aye," dusts off her hands, "Sounds like a plan."

 

[Talindra]

Ardoss manages another small smile as he aids the others in getting the caravan moving.

 

[jasamcarl]

After some initial difficulty, the party is able to bring the horses into line and guide the caravan back to Travenburg with both the intended cargo as well as the remains of the fallen.

The residents are ecstatic over sight of overflowing wagons of desperartly needed food. But jubilation turns to horror, sadness, and anger at the sight of the six bodies, especially those of the two boys.

Lord Traven approaches you, "Who is responsible for this?!?" waves to the corpses. He makes an obvious attempt to calm himself, "I thank you for the service you have rendered myself and my people. But I would ask you to stay with us so as to apprehend or elimnate those who worked this travesty, whichever comes first. I'm sure Whiteclove can spare you for that amount of time?" A note of pleading is evident in his eyes.

 

[Mirth]

"Sir Whiteclove not only sent us to secure your supplies, but to put an end to these raids as well."

"If it had not been for our cool-headed and responsible teammate here," Tarowyn indicates Ardoss, "we would have already sped off to track those murderers down and left your food for scavengers. Whatever you make think of beast-men like those orcs who are giving you such grief recently, you would not have this desperately needed cargo without this friend of ours." He clasps his hand onto Ardoss' shoulder.

"Nevertheless, we are fully prepared to mete out justice on your behalf. Unless one of my partners has something to add," Tarowyn looks to the rest of the group, "I would say that the Fist of Duvik is yours to command."

 

[Krug]

Bhartus rolls his eyes at Tarowyn's speech.
You'd think he slayed a giant that had eaten a village, thinks the dwarf to himself.

Bhartus waits to see if anyone else has anything to add.