[@Aristocles]
He nods, and the body goes slack as he releases his hold on it, slumping to the floor, his necrotic form swirling above it. He then seeps back into it, and it reanimates, standing back up. "Aside from a slight feeling of dizziness, I'm fine." He braces himself on his scythe to steady himself. "If it were an actual possession, it would be far harder." He bows softly. "So....what gods do you follow?" He spins his scythe, fantasized by the actual feeling of metal.

[@bloonewb]
Zandex pounds away at his steel, chanting to himself as he shapes Mardex's newly reforged sword. He runs his finger down the white hot metal without discomfort, and frowns, setting it back in the forge to be reshaped. [i]Too crooked.[/i] He lets the weapon heat for a while, then sees the messenger run up, and he growls softly. "What?" The messenger swallows nervously. "Mardex wants you sir..." He sighs, and sets his work aside. "Tell him I'll be there shortly." He sets the half finished weapon aside, and locks up.