[u]Uicle[/u]

Uicle shook his head, chuckling softly. "No, just to me." He handed back the hammer to the worker, waving off his apologies. It wasn't his fault, not directly. He was just the vessel of Aarem's little game. He began to speak, explaining the Forge to them. "This, obviously, is a forge. It's run by the demonmancy teacher Tyrael. If you have anything you wish made, repaired, designed, what have you, bring your requests to him." Before the teacher could continue, explaining however, the student who had asked about flying hammers suddenly gave him a push. As he stumbled backwards, Uicle heard the thunderous crash and saw a massive hammer falling where he had once been. Gratefulness on his part was short, as he crashed into the worker with steel daggers. Uicle ended up on the ground, the worker ended up still on his feet but a distance away, and the daggers ended up flying in the air above Uicle. Through out it all, he had maintained a grasp on his staff, ingrained by long years of holding on to it. Then gravity took over and the daggers began to fall. 

The necromancy teacher noticed them too late as he was picking himself up. "Son of a bi-" He began, before they finished falling. A multitude of thunks cut him off and he fell over. Silence. Utter silence from the crowd of students. The worker, walked over and began pulling his daggers from the body of Uicle. "Alright, you've had your fun. Stop terrifying the new students." The worker scolded the apparent corpse of Uicle. "Fine." Uicle picked himself up, and held up a hand to stop any questions. "I assure you I'm fine, though I had hoped to avoid revealing this for a while yet. Let's make a long story short and say there is no actual body in this armor, just my spirit. So, none of those were lethal..or hurt for that matter. Any other questions I haven't answered?"