A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Mellubb]

Links slowly lowers his massive chains in anticipation of violence.

 

[Kaodi]

" You would be wise no to trust me, in those times when we are not comrades, " says Makharat coldly. " But I do not make a habit of carrying out the terms of my employment in bad faith, and neither am I in the habit of betraying those that would be my comrades in such endeavours. "

" Of course, there is always the temptation to make an exception for those that deliberately antagonize me, " he says, glancing meaningfully at Wulfcyne.

 

[Moggthegob]

The dean lowers his heads " Such bickering is unbecoming. Perhaps I had better simply pay some of my students to go looking for this lost research. Koh'tara, I apologize to you, for you seem to be the only level-headed person in the bunch and being as you are in a Zone of truth right now, Kohtara I trust that you will not betray me. However, Makharat, sentiments like yours may be acceptable in the criminal underground of Sharn or perhaps among the thugs of Droaam. Even the shady side of the Great houses may be comfortable for you. But this is a legitimate society where your skill alone cannot preserve your employment. You say you would not carry out the terms of your employment in bad faith yet the moment you discovered the terms of the employment you choose to antagonize me. I would be hard-pressed to allow you into my vaults now. You would need to give me excelent reason to,which I cannot now see.

OOC: sorry Kaodi, I like you as a player but I am just reacting as the prim proper LN Abjurer dean Grey would react.

 

[Solange]

OOC: I'm off, hopefully I'll be able to post on occasion.

 

[Kaodi]

Makharat shrugs. " From my point of view, I had considered myself antagonized by you for suggesting what seemed an insufficient sum for our services, " he says, scratching his chin. " During the war, I was employed by House Deneith. From what I have heard, my manners are quite mild when compared to some that keep in their service, yet they do not dismiss valuable warriors because their feelings are damaged. You have a job that needs to be completed, badly enough that you sent agents to Sharn, hundreds if not thousands of miles away, but now you would dismiss the exceptional services of a certain agent over a simple matter of emotional misconduct. I can only surmise that this research must not mean enough to you that you would jeopardize its retrieval over an insult to you ego. Not to mention, that if this research is important to you, and you have gone to the trouble of bringing a heavily armed party to retrieve it, you would in fact be putting the lives of these other more " upstanding " adventurers at risk, and if they were to die because you refused to send adequate reinforcements... Well, I think that would be much more injurious to your reputation than a few heated words in a closed office... "

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Coughing at the Grey's last words, Wulfcyne speaks up, almost bellowing, 'M'Lord! Protestment, sir! Proooo-testment! I ain't even gotta chance ta 'splain! This smarmy Bull's ass came ta our booth right at Sharn, offerin' up a storm and lyin' an ocean wide. Off we go an' at Wrote, this fancy as can be dwarf saunters up. Sellin' some yarn about rings and such! Truth, we ain't knowin' these men, an we not be knowin' yer Lordship, soin' we ain't know what we know...er..yet. Dat said, aye, ye've tha right o' it.'
Jerking his thumb at the orange skinned tiefling and continuing, 'Tha waster is one hobnail eatin' sand cat, no doubt. Got a way 'bout him tha don' sit right with me or some tha others, he's from the Sovereign cursed wastes, fer Aueron's sake! I ain't likin' him too much, but ye all keep actin' like tha job be already beat. I'm all fer makin' thin's intrestin', but jus wha's down there WIT' the papers, Lord Grey? An you sure another strong back and sharp blade ain't worth one hobnail eatin' sand cat, ifn tha 'pinion o' a Soldier matters much ta ya.'

ooc; diplomacy check 25: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1330495
seriously, Kaodi, your PC has already shown what a great RP inspiration it is... look at all the damn drama! So, Wulfcyne may punch your lights out, but he'll help you back up.

 

[Moggthegob]

The Dean scratches his chin and says to you in a somber tone"OK, I will see your point. These papers that are missing are a practicum on the uses of Dragonmarks. Wulfcyne, I will allow Makharat into my vaults under the condition that you personally are responsible for him. Is that satisfactory?

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The looming warrior's face actually going pale from blood loss, the Brelish veteran gulps and begs, 'Yer pardon m'Lord, butta moment more o' yer patience."
Giving the gray bedecked Grey a stiff bow from the waist, Wulfcyne practically wheels on the Waster.

His face is deadly serious, though stony as he montonely informs the tiefling, 'Listen, I only say this once. Yer follow my lead, ye don't squat an' let lose lest I tell ya. I don' wan' yer treasure, I don' wan' yer blood, I don' even want yer word, cause a' this point I don't trust it. Wha' I do want is yer best. Ye an me gonna see who been brought up better in the yard, one way ore tha oather, maybe we do tha tagether afore against, yeah?"

 

[Kaodi]

" I do not take orders from you, fool, " Makharat spits at Wulcyne. " Another comment like and I will rip out your tongue so that we may finish the job in silence. "

" If we must have a leader, let it be Valahandra or Koh'Tara. I can at least swallow my distate for the latter enough to listen to what she has to say. "

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Hackles raising, the looming warrior retorts, 'Label me fool again Makaharat an yer lookin' for me an ye ta go round an round. Keep talkin' an shred yer last good will here. Musta been daft ta stick up fer ya. Truly, sovereigns, wha was I thinkin'?!'

Turning to the employer, Wulfcyne comments, 'M'Lord, ye can see he won' bein' reasoned wit. Sir, I'll watch the Waster's skin, cause it belongs to me now. Thankee, m'Lord Grey.' and nods respectfully.