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<blockquote data-quote="Ringmereth" data-source="post: 2652511" data-attributes="member: 33915">His staff fallen on the floor beside the defeated soldier, Agarndas nods to North, his eyes a deep, dark blue. The adept of death and life stands in reverent, thoughtful silence for a while, listening and nodding slightly at his companions' words. His reverie is broken by the sight of the missing soulmark on Tenor's head. His own metallic cranium swivels back and forth as he scans the cabin for the missing insignia. Rays of light from outside the cabin reflect off his frame, but the necromancer's body seems dimmer than before; splashes of the vital fluids of both man and machine mar his body.&quot;I acted without thought,&quot; Agarndas admits. &quot;My knowledge of humanity is-imperfect.&quot; The wizard spoke a few syllables and twisted his finely crafted fingers in an steady pattern. No flashes of light or bursts of sound came forth, but his companions could not help but notice the stains of blood upon the floor slowly collecting themselves, flowing upwards in a whispy stream, and dissipating into the air. &quot;I offer an apology for my conduct.&quot; Agarndas states, directing the cantrip's energies with a few motions of his hands. &quot;Stubborn pride is not a domain held only by the living.&quot; The Warforged crosses the narrow compartment and with great effort drags the dead soldier towards the window opened by Ripper.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ringmereth, post: 2652511, member: 33915"] His staff fallen on the floor beside the defeated soldier, Agarndas nods to North, his eyes a deep, dark blue. The adept of death and life stands in reverent, thoughtful silence for a while, listening and nodding slightly at his companions' words. His reverie is broken by the sight of the missing soulmark on Tenor's head. His own metallic cranium swivels back and forth as he scans the cabin for the missing insignia. Rays of light from outside the cabin reflect off his frame, but the necromancer's body seems dimmer than before; splashes of the vital fluids of both man and machine mar his body. "[color=yellow]I acted without thought,[/color]" Agarndas admits. "[color=yellow]My knowledge of humanity is-imperfect.[/color]" The wizard spoke a few syllables and twisted his finely crafted fingers in an steady pattern. No flashes of light or bursts of sound came forth, but his companions could not help but notice the stains of blood upon the floor slowly collecting themselves, flowing upwards in a whispy stream, and dissipating into the air. "[color=yellow]I offer an apology for my conduct.[/color]" Agarndas states, directing the cantrip's energies with a few motions of his hands. "[color=yellow]Stubborn pride is not a domain held only by the living.[/color]" The Warforged crosses the narrow compartment and with great effort drags the dead soldier towards the window opened by Ripper. [/QUOTE]

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