A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Hefting the well balanced black oak shaft of his tri-pronged polearm, Wulfcyne begins to pull back for a massive throw, but the large human's aim wavers between the woozily stunned Natr and the clear eyed warlock a scant 20' away.

 

[Moggthegob]

The lone remaining warlock trains its beam on Valhandra, knocking her down.

OOC: Since Bront is taking off, this a good way to keep the messiness of Valhandra still being here.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; word

An explosive 'Nay!' emits from behind Wulfcyne's large shield as the elven woman crumples to the floor.

 

[Solange]

Koh'Tara will look over to see if Valahandra is in danger of bleeding out. If she see's she's safe, she'll hurl her spear at the offending Warlock. Otherwise, she'll use a cure minor on her to stabilize her.

OOC: That works. Koh'Tara hurls a spear. (1d20 2=21, 1d6 2=3)

 

[Moggthegob]

Koh'tara's spear plunges into the warlock who is still standing but appears somewhat hurt.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; not sure if we're still following the init count, but here's W's action

With a roar, the large warrior hurls the thick stock and gore stained head of his trident at the still distracted Natr,
throw with ap! (1d20+8+1d6=26, 1d8+4=7)

ooc; W should be in range to use point blank shot, if not, he'll move to be in range and then throw. W assigns his dodge bonus to the remaining warlock.

 

[Moggthegob]

Natr Goes down. The warlock is the only thing on the battlefield still standing.

Anbody's move, except Wulcyne.

 

[Graybeard]

Nuria, watching in satisfaction as Natr goes down, turns her attention to the remaining warlock.

Why can't you just die? she implores.

Then with a great flourish and a few arcane words, unleashes another bolt of force at the warlock.

ooc: magic missile. 1d4+1=4 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1518520/

Then she waits to see if he will finally go down like his master.

 

[Moggthegob]

The final warlock hits the pavement. Battle over

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; whoot! nicely done all!

As the bedazzled form of the deadly Natr crashes to the floor and Nuria's powerful magics drop the last combatant, the large human whispers, 'May the Dagger take ye.' and begins to gather up his assorted weapons.

Yanking his trident from Natr's body with a sickening squelching sound, Wulfcyne keeps his eyes out for any other hostiles about.