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<blockquote data-quote="Primus" data-source="post: 2664923" data-attributes="member: 16837">The caretaker was quite taken aback by all of this.&nbsp; He cast a glance at the humanified Whisper and nodded his consent.&nbsp; &quot;Alright, alright, here take this shovel I'll run back to the shed and grab some more!&quot;&nbsp; With that the caretaker was off.Johan began digging and by the time his muscles were sore from exhaustion, the half-orc had returned with shovels for Boromar and Midian as well.&nbsp; Time whittled away.&nbsp; Because of the stormy nature of the region, bodies had to be buried quite deeply to avoid their returning to the surface during a particularly heavy rain.&nbsp; Finally, as Midian cleared away another shovelful of earth as the others watched (the hole having become too deep to dig in any way other than individually), there was a shifting of earth as a metal hand broke the surface.&nbsp; The druid took the extended hand and pulled, revealing the battered, dirt-smeared countenace of a warforged.&quot;Th-th-th-thank you...,&quot; the warforged said, haltingly, as if its voice hadn't been used in eons.&nbsp; &quot;Thank you so much!&quot;&nbsp; Midian got the strangest feeling that the warforged was on the verge of tears, despite the lack of requisite glands and organs necessary for such an act.Midian helped the others lift the warforged out of the six foot pit and then began to move to get himself out when something by his feet caught his eyes.&nbsp; Or no, maybe it wasn't something that caught his eye.&nbsp; Maybe it was a sound, or a taste.&nbsp; In any case, there was something there, just below the surface of the dirt, just below where the warforged had lain.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Primus, post: 2664923, member: 16837"] The caretaker was quite taken aback by all of this. He cast a glance at the humanified Whisper and nodded his consent. "Alright, alright, here take this shovel I'll run back to the shed and grab some more!" With that the caretaker was off. Johan began digging and by the time his muscles were sore from exhaustion, the half-orc had returned with shovels for Boromar and Midian as well. Time whittled away. Because of the stormy nature of the region, bodies had to be buried quite deeply to avoid their returning to the surface during a particularly heavy rain. Finally, as Midian cleared away another shovelful of earth as the others watched (the hole having become too deep to dig in any way other than individually), there was a shifting of earth as a metal hand broke the surface. The druid took the extended hand and pulled, revealing the battered, dirt-smeared countenace of a warforged. "Th-th-th-thank you...," the warforged said, haltingly, as if its voice hadn't been used in eons. "Thank you so much!" Midian got the strangest feeling that the warforged was on the verge of tears, despite the lack of requisite glands and organs necessary for such an act. Midian helped the others lift the warforged out of the six foot pit and then began to move to get himself out when something by his feet caught his eyes. Or no, maybe it wasn't something that caught his eye. Maybe it was a sound, or a taste. In any case, there was something there, just below the surface of the dirt, just below where the warforged had lain. [/QUOTE]

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