A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Moggthegob]

As Wulfcyne uncovers the mask he sees a large red mark on the man's face, vaguely in the shape of a dragonmark. Knowledge nobility or local please! He has on his body simple ID: Tarkanan

Up top the half-elf that surrendered is a female.

 

[Solange]

"Is everyone all right?" Koh'Tara asks as goes to stabilize any of the dying attackers.

OOC: Heal check +5

 

[Moggthegob]

The Rogue is bled out and dead and the man in the mask was DOA but the mace wielder is survivable with a heal check....which succeeds as you bind the wound in his stomach.

 

[Kaodi]

Suppressing his desire to kill the man where he stands, surrender or no, Makharat orders him down the ladder into the waiting arms of his companions.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Wulfcyne, wounded heavily in the attack, furrows his brows at the odd red mark, the skin angry and irritated around the shimmering birthmark, and searches his memory, Know: Local (1d20+3=16).

Standing, the soldier snags the dead man's longsword, examining it and then motioning the elf over, saying, "Don' be shy now, 'handra." an amused smirk on his scarred lantern jaw.

The warrior watches warily as the Waster herds the female down the ladder and mentions, "She fully disarmed?"

 

[Solange]

"These two are gone, but this one's spirit still struggles to survive," Koh'Tara says, disarming the remaining living unconscious man.

 

[Bront]

Valahandra whipes off her blade on the fallen foes before she puts it away in a swift motion. Her eyes grow a bit softer and her stance relaxes a bit. "Who is employing you?" she asks the half-elf woman.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The warrior moves to support the elven woman, looming behind her slighter form. Wulfcyne's face is dire, drawn and with jaw clenched, his scars standing out palely.

Holding his weapons firm, he bleeds freely from arm and a deep hole in his side, but his eyes are clear as he stares down their captive.

 

[Graybeard]

That was a new experience for me. I've never had anyone try to kill me before. Nuria says to no one in particular. Then she stares at the captive Bard and asks Answer the question. Who are you working for?

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Even though the circumstances are dire, a sharp bark of laughter sounds from the large human, as he comments, 'Wish I could tell ya it got easier, but it's just as threatin' each time. Ever be wary o' the blade and keep a thick shield tween you and it."

As the White Wizardress asks her question, Wulfcyne turns his scarred visage back to the prisoner.