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<blockquote data-quote="ryryguy" data-source="post: 5084160" data-attributes="member: 64945">Ingot's eyelights brighten at the sight of the large sword.&nbsp; &quot;May I?&quot; it asks no one in particular, then picks it up gingerly by the hilt.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; &quot;Yes, a most clever and useful enchantment!&nbsp; And I barely felt a thing!&quot;The warforged tightens its grip on the new fullblade.&nbsp; &quot;I am certain this weapon is enchanted as well, and I believe I have determined the manner of its functioning.&nbsp; Dorn, would you mind if I try it out?&nbsp; Just hold still, please.&nbsp; I am sure that I cannot hurt you with this - beyond my capacity to repair you, that is...&quot;Ingot flicks the blade with a sudden motion, before Dorn can do much more than turn pale.&nbsp; A spray of acid gushes from the blade, striking an overturned shelf a good five feet away from the shaking half-orc.&nbsp; The shelf smokes and collapses in on itself, acrid fumes rising.The warforged looks around at several shocked stares. &quot;Um, that was an attempt at humor.&nbsp; Not funny?&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; Humor is difficult.&nbsp; I'm still calibrating.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="ryryguy, post: 5084160, member: 64945"] Ingot's eyelights brighten at the sight of the large sword. [COLOR="SlateGray"]"May I?"[/COLOR] 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. [COLOR="SlateGray"]"Yes, a most clever and useful enchantment! And I barely felt a thing!"[/COLOR] The warforged tightens its grip on the new fullblade. [COLOR="SlateGray"]"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..."[/COLOR] 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. [COLOR="SlateGray"] "Um, that was an attempt at humor. Not funny? Sorry. Humor is difficult. I'm still calibrating."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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