A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Kaodi]

Puffing out his chest a little as he straightens to his full height, the Sakah looks down upon the man and contemptuously says, " Makharat. "

 

[Mellubb]

"I am called Links"

 

[Solange]

OOC: Good news, I might have limited internet access. I'll be leaving Monday some time, and be back in about 2 weeks (Possibly Saturday the 3rd). NPC me as needed over that time please.

 

[Moggthegob]

The Old proctor smiles and chants a long incantation and present you with a small bronzed key" Ok here is your key to the extraplanar lower vaults. It is very secure so I am nearly certain the text did not leave the library. The work we are looking for is a series of papers labelled dissertation XII. You will be paid a fair sum upon completion.

He gets up and begins to try to usher you out the door. " Good luck now.

 

[Solange]

"Excuse me sir, but what do you mean by a fair sum? I am a woman of simple means, but a fair sum to one man is fortune to another." Koh'Tara asks.

OOC: Diplomacy +4

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Attempting to be as non-threatening as possible, the best the large warrior can muster is to loom behind Koh'Tara, adding the silent bulk of his presence as he grunts a brusque, 'Agreed.', the word turning into a bass toned growl deep in his chest.

Aiding Koh'Tara's Diplom (1d20+1=6)

ooc; aiding Solange's check fails. THANKS Bront, for keeping stuff slim and trim!

 

[Moggthegob]

He smiles" So much greed these days. The prize is to be 800 gp or a magic wand or free access to the library's spellbooks and inks. Your choice.

 

[Kaodi]

" 800 golden galifars, apiece? " asks Makharat menacingly.

Intimidate: 1d20+5=18

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The large warrior, his focus on the ill dressed Dean Gray, the scholar's hawk nose poking out from the gray hair shrouded face, quickly shifts his stormy eyes to the combative waster, growling, 'Bad form exile, show tha man some respect. If anything, fer yer own repewtation, if'in na fer all us other's.'

Turning back to their employer, Wulfcyne remarks neutrally, 'Yer answer ta this man's question, Sir?'

 

[Kaodi]

" Do not presume to lecture me. Ever, " says Makharat acidly.