A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)


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Nuria watches in horror as Makharat hacks the body of Natr. She has never witnessed such savagery.

Was that really necessary? Nuria asks tentatively lest she incur the wrath of the raging warrior.
 

Breathing heavily, Makharat looks down at the results of his handywork.

" When the demon power overcomes me, it can be, difficult, to tell when enough is enough, " he says, wiping off his bloody swords on the tablecloth before putting them back into their scabbards.

Reaching up to tug as a piece of the peeling skin on his face, he suddenly doubles over as the pain of his wound catches up to him.
 

Stepping back at the tiefling's continued frenzied stabs and slashes, Wulfcyne is calm and collected after years of seeing battle on the Western Brelish front.

Though wounded quite grievously from the fallen Natr's sharp blades, the large human gives a mirthless smile as he mentions, 'Here's hopin' this ain' a dead end.' and begins to search the warlocks for anything of use.
 


Raising a blood stained eyebrow, the warrior grunts, 'Service be leavin' sumptin' ta be desired, neh?'

Looking to the healer, Wulfcyne remarks, 'Be ye havin' any more grace ta day, Koh'Tara? Wha' should'n we be doin' wit Valhandra? An should we be waitin' round fer tha gaurd?'
 

Nuria surveys the scene. I believe it may be too late to worry about the guard. I'm certain we have attracted lots of attention. We can hope that random violence is the norm at this establishment. Otherwaise we will have a considerable amount of explaining to do.
 

Chuckling grimly, Wulfcyne finishes gathering up his own gear and stoops to grab one of the greatswords at random and yank the scabbard off one of the fallen thugs and mutters, 'Welcome ta tha City o' Towers.'
 



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