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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 3211029" data-attributes="member: 13681">Oliver slowly lowers the shovel he'd brandished with a white-knuckled grip. He hunched down to examine the metal thing as Fendric grumpily saw to fresh wounds. The priest was tired and taking it out on the yellow-scarves. Oliver would smooth things over after Fendric retired. Cylantro floated above, and Winkle squawked at her indignantly. He spared a glance for Nurthk and Raven, hoping the two would be okay through the night. The bloody gobs that Raven was coughing up weren't promising.Oliver himself was weary to the bone, something broken deep inside him. After... At the confrontation on the beach. Something wasn't right. Like the shimmering wreck before the beleaguered group, twitching into stillness. "You there. Shut your gob and grab a shovel, I'm going to take a closer look at this thing." Oliver called over some of the other young men to watch over the construct as he examined it, making sure they were armed with shovels and lengths of clubbing wood in case it moved again. Keyed up as they were, Oliver was very careful to not move suddenly. He warily lifted each limb in turn marveling at the cleverness of the craftsmanship and wondering who would make such a thing and to what purpose. He carefully avoided the knob at the base of its neck, fearing that even damaged the thing could reactivate and lay into them again.There's always a smith's mark... Where is it? He searches the creature head to foot, trying to find some sign of origin or manufacture.OOC: Again, no sheet. Can't seem to find it.  :\ But I remember maxing out Search. Search: 13 + 12 = 25</blockquote>

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