ryryguy
First Post
Ingot's eyelights brighten at the sight of the large sword. "May I?" it asks no one in particular, then picks it up gingerly by the hilt. It steps clear of the others and takes a few experimental swings, then studies the blade closely, its eyelights glowing blue as it tries to read the item's aura.
Ingot seems delighted with Dorn's test. "Yes, a most clever and useful enchantment! And I barely felt a thing!"
The warforged tightens its grip on the new fullblade. "I am certain this weapon is enchanted as well, and I believe I have determined the manner of its functioning. Dorn, would you mind if I try it out? Just hold still, please. I am sure that I cannot hurt you with this - beyond my capacity to repair you, that is..."
Ingot flicks the blade with a sudden motion, before Dorn can do much more than turn pale. A spray of acid gushes from the blade, striking an overturned shelf a good five feet away from the shaking half-orc. The shelf smokes and collapses in on itself, acrid fumes rising.
The warforged looks around at several shocked stares. "Um, that was an attempt at humor. Not funny? Sorry. Humor is difficult. I'm still calibrating."
"Mind if I try something, Ingot? Don't worry, I don't think I can hurt you with this." Dorn folds the armor over his right arm, takes a few steps back, and closes his eyes, attempting to connect with the magic contained in the runes. The runes begin to glow slightly, and Dorn opens his eyes. "Here goes!" Dorn runs shoulder first at the 'forged, and once he comes within a few feet of him, he stops short, whereupon Ingot is pushed back several feet by an invisible force.
"Whoa!" Dorn smiles broadly. "This could come in handy! Especially when you guys aren't around to keep me out of trouble.."
Ingot seems delighted with Dorn's test. "Yes, a most clever and useful enchantment! And I barely felt a thing!"
The warforged tightens its grip on the new fullblade. "I am certain this weapon is enchanted as well, and I believe I have determined the manner of its functioning. Dorn, would you mind if I try it out? Just hold still, please. I am sure that I cannot hurt you with this - beyond my capacity to repair you, that is..."
Ingot flicks the blade with a sudden motion, before Dorn can do much more than turn pale. A spray of acid gushes from the blade, striking an overturned shelf a good five feet away from the shaking half-orc. The shelf smokes and collapses in on itself, acrid fumes rising.
The warforged looks around at several shocked stares. "Um, that was an attempt at humor. Not funny? Sorry. Humor is difficult. I'm still calibrating."