A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Moggthegob]

As you try to push open the door, a jet of flame pushes out at you.

I want Wulfcyne to make a reflex save.
if you fail take 24 fire damage, if you make the save, 12.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; oh

The warrior is caught full in the chest with the gout of flame, blowing him backwards with it's force. Landing in a steaming pile of curses and groans, Wulfcyne's charred body shudders for a moment before coming to rest, unmoving.

ooc; 1d20+3=4, 1d6=2
fumble?

Please don't swear.
- Bront

 

[Graybeard]

Ogre's eyes! screams Nuria as she sees Wulfcyne's charred body fly backwards after being hit full force by the fire.

 

[Bront]

Valahandra runs to Wulfcyne's side and immediate tries to heal him.

OOC: Burning Shield Other for a Cure Moderate. Valahandra cast CMW (2d8+3=12)

 

[Graybeard]

With a concerned look on her face, Nuria asks Valahandra, is he going to be okay?

 

[Bront]

"He should be," she says.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; apologies Bront...savagery got the better of me

Wulfcyne's blackened skin sloughs off as the elf's massive infusion of healing magic produces pink unblemished skin underneath.

Climbing to his feet, the warrior shakes his head and coughs deeply, placing a meaty hand upon Valahandra's shoulder, 'I thank ye an' yer ancestor, Lady. Seems our'n choice o' direction be made for us, neh?'

Straightening and rolling his shoulders, Wulfcyne grabs up his trident and shield, ready once again to move forward, heading for the other Vault door while cursing bedeviling magic buildings.

 

[Solange]

OOC: did the door actually open too? Or is it still closed?

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; i think it's still closed...don't look like we can go that way.

Wulfcyne is still wounded and he shifts gingerly, seeing what movements cause the most pain, grimmacing at the task.

 

[Kaodi]

Makharat does not speak, but the malisciously pleased grin on his face says volumes.