Part 1: The Forgotten Forge (Knight Otu judging) [Concluded]

Del (Rapier the Warforged)

The newcomer to the battle simultaneously shrinks and widens, as a familiar obese dwarf reforms. "Lass, do you be having any healing left?" He moves towards their fallen comrades without waiting for an answer, uncorking the potion they had recovered from the ruins.
 

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(OOC: Yup--Siobhan always attacks the sphere :D Damn sphere!)

*Siobhan bows her head.*

"By the grace of the Spirits, we have emerged victorious. Spirits, I pray let our victory serve the greater good."
 

"What? A changelling? And me who thought you were a dwarf. Hurmph!" Kharas goes over Weapon, ignoring Mordin and look at the wounds. "Minor." He concentrates and casts his last infusion into the warforged, mending his most important wounds (+9 hp).

[SBLOCK=OOC]The two last potions, one is in the hand of Kharas, who will not give it to a lier, but the other is already in teh hand of Mordin, as Kharas had handed it to him before leaving the forge.[/SBLOCK]
 

Weapon returned to functioning without a start or a shudder, just a simple blink of the light from his eyes to acknowledge reexistence. He looked down once, and noticed another scratch in his armor where the enemy warforged had gotten him---and a the hole in Mallan's battered brown coat that went along with it.

*sigh*

Looking around, he sees the fallen foe and the others gathered around. "It appears we are victorious. Was the other warforged apprehended?" He sees the unconscious barbarian at his feet. "His wounds needed tending, and the foe should be checked for any indication of his purpose." With that, the fighter does exactly what he suggested---he searches the fallen Saber.
 

(ooc: Ahki is the only one who remains quite unconscious, well Saber too I guess)

As Weapon searches Saber he finds a very nice longsword with a heavy crossguard that has been etched with fine runes, a light crossbow, a single bolt containing a word written in Draconic:
"Burn"
, and his travel cloak.
 



Ahki coughs a bit as the potion enters his throat. Drinking it up, his eyes open as his wounds slowly knit closed.

(ooc: healed 11, Akhi is at 9/15)
 

Ahki comes to slowly. He props himself up on one arm and looks about, spotting the downed warforged and the others picking over the remains. With a grimace he climbs to his feet and retrieves his greatclub. In a lowered voice he says, "The Scaled Gods will look poorly on me for falling so quickly in battle. The weak are meant to be culled. Among my brothers I would be disgraced."
 

"I do be thinkin' yer brothers don't fight metal dogs and warforged day 'n night, either." Mordin rises to his feet and offers a nod to the others. "I'm all fer draggin Saber's body out with us and gettin' out o' this place. Any objections?"
 

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