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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lord Zardoz" data-source="post: 5153900" data-attributes="member: 704">Feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after the spiritually cleansing shower of blood and gore from the now very and unquestionably dead gnome, Mardok steps back and enjoys a quiet moment of tranquil satisfaction.He stands there a moment going over the events of the recent fight in his mind, replaying every wound he had inflicted on his enemies and every injury that was in turn inflicted upon him.  Mardok smiles, feeling the tension of combat dripping away with each droplet and chunk of gnome blood and viscera that is now gently pooling at his feet, and feeing every drop of blood roll down his arms and off his fingers to join the warm puddle before him.  He hears the distinct sound of each drop of gore landing with a soft splatter, and the gentle trickle of the blood from his still open and seeping wounds as it streams down is leg and onto the ground.  The moment passes, and Mardok gets back to the matter at hand."Alright Douven.  These idiots are dead, and we are not.  Is there any further business to be dealt with regarding this dragons lair you were hunting for?"END COMMUNICATOION</blockquote>