A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Mellubb]

Responding to Wulfcyne Links says in a monotone voice to Nuria. As long as we adventure together I will be that shield.

 

[Graybeard]

Search her thoroughly Makharat. We don't need her to grab a hidden wand or scroll and use it to escape.

Turning to Links for a moment,
I am very appreciative of your protection. I, for one, am quite happy that you were free to travel with us. Some of my family members are sadly in the past where it concerns the freedom of your kind.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Stepping side ways from Valahandra, blocking in the half-elf, Wulfcyne chides Nuria, 'Tha 'forged o' Breland were promised freedom fer nigh on 30 years afore the Old Bear King won their freedom by them Peace parleys. Tis the law o' the land an' tis right an' just...Though I did once hear Aundair had some 'forged General or somethin'.

The warrior shrugs, hefting his trident as he points the head at the captive, growling, 'Speak!'

 

[Mellubb]

"It is confusing to me. I am free to do as I wish. But I want to do what I was created for. Most of my kind were created for war. I was created to protect. It is all I know and all I want."

 

[Moggthegob]

Wulfcyne you recognize the mark as being an aberrant dragonmark, and the name Tarkanan as being the name of the aberrant dragonmark "House" quartered in sharn.

The woman smiles and says" My father of course, Kyber himself!!"

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Eying the half-elf as if she'd sprouted a third arm, Wulfcyne responds, 'Ye daft? Or jus' heard one too many'a story? Yer father were some strapping lad no doubt...Well tha' or some twit-erin' fairy. No matter. How'd ye hear 'bout them papers yer maegi be holdin'? Don' be shy now lass, who payin' yer way here? I got a double crown tha' says it were tha' Damnable d'Cannith.'

A sound like growling rolls from the back of the Brelander's throat, his displeasure clear as he says quietly, his voice raising,' Fer true lass, yer a far way from Sharn, but don' think the stink o' an aberrant mark assassins guild ain't wafted up this way. Bah! Slit her scrawny neck, fer I care not wha' ye do wit' her."

Spitting at the woman's feet, the soldier moves to stand next to Links, still bleeding heavily from the side, though the wound on his arm has gummed up, though awash with the blood having run up to his elbow and down to his wrist.

His blood up from battle and bad news, fairly snarling in his anger, Wulfcyne tries to calm himself by answering Links, 'Well lad, wha's confusing? Ye said it yerself, ye WANT te do something. It ain't thrust upon ye. But, think on this; Life is short, so if all ye ever knew is what ye want and do...how can ye know there ain't more, lest ye tried it? I don' mean flyin' off no handle and goin' savage, jus' tryin' somethin' like....Fishin'. Yea, fishin' off the Dagger, outside of Sharn. Ye done tha' afore?"

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; sorry, I wanted to make an Intimidate roll against the woman, to make her talk to my comrades.
Threatening Intimidater (1d20+4=22)

 

[Solange]

Koh'Tara gazes into the half-elf's spirit (1d20+3=20) to see if she truely believes that.

OOC: Sense motive.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The warrior twirls his trident, stowing it upon is back and then draws the etched throwing ax at his belt.

 

[Mellubb]

"Perhaps there will be a better time to discuss this further. Perhaps back at the tavern." says Links as he continues to look for further intruders.