A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Mellubb]

Links looks to the group and says "Perhaps we should not be so polite in the future"

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Wulfcyne shrugs, but grins in anticipation, obviously ready, willing, and able to rebuff any more would be employers.

 

[Moggthegob]

The Train croses over the aundair-breland border and you begin to be able to see the floating towers of Arcanix in the distance. They realy are a wonder, the truest accomplishment of magic.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Wulfcyne is more than willing to let any Station Agents see his traveling papers or search his gear, and is plastered to the window of the 'Rail Car from the moment the group reaches Aundair.

The big man actually grunts in wonder as the floating towers of the Mage Academy appear in the distance, though he comments darkly, 'Tis odd tha Arcanix an tha 12, usually staunch rivals don' ya know, would be collaboratin' on sucha project. Even more hinky, tha project havin ta do wit 'marks, tha purview o tha 12, an no foolin'. We must have needs ta be wary here comrades, for we are steppin inta a sitcheation wit manya powerful group tuggin' at it, like dogs ata carcass. Can we come ta tha accord ta keep our visitors 'tween us, a' least 'til we ascertain wha tha lay o' the land at tha towers be?'

 

[Solange]

"There is no need to mention our visitors lest it becomes necessary. But some projects are important enough to ignore harsh feelings," Koh'Tara says

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Brow scrunching in confusion, as he gathers his gear from the storage closet, Wulfcyne easily places the shiny conical helm back upon his head, patting it down as he asks, 'Wha ya mean by tha last part, Koh'Tara? Who got harsh feelin's? 'Sides the Waster, tha is."

The stout warrior, retrieving bow and trident, smirks as he shoots Makharat an amused glance, attempting to gauge the quiet warrior's reaction.

 

[Kaodi]

Makharat eyes narrow slightly at Wulfcyne's jibe, but he doesn't reply, harshly or otherwise.

 

[Mellubb]

Links looks upon the floating Arcanix with awe and says "No doubt, Cannith had large deal to due with that am I right?".

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Wulfcyne shrugs at the warforged's words of wonder, though seems perfectly comfortable with the creature of metal and wood being 'emotional', and responds off handedly, 'No idea, Links. Though me thinks tha towers be apart from House Magics, which be wha control the Floating Tower o' the Twelve, yeah? Nay, yon cloud towers be held 'loft by the might of Arcanix learnin' an magecraft, ain't no Artifice about it, I reckon. I been wondrin', where's tha basement ona floatin' tower? Here's ta waitin' ta find out, neh?'

With that, the soldier dons the rest of his gear, very ready to reach the destination and meet their mysterious employer.

 

[Solange]

Brow scrunching in confusion, as he gathers his gear from the storage closet, Wulfcyne easily places the shiny conical helm back upon his head, patting it down as he asks, 'Wha ya mean by tha last part, Koh'Tara? Who got harsh feelin's? 'Sides the Waster, tha is."

The stout warrior, retrieving bow and trident, smirks as he shoots Makharat an amused glance, attempting to gauge the quiet warrior's reaction.

"For the twelve to work with Arcanix, they must have had to put aside their differences, which means it must have been important enough to them, and they likely could not have gone at it alone." Koh'Tara says.