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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron shrugs.

[Empiricist]

"*sigh* I'll go look. I've got nothing to lose anyway."
Silica heads off.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron follows.

[Empiricist]

They encounter Florencio, Abraxas and Mark?, they're near the fortress.
"Hello, are you two here to help out?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron shrugs.
"Any treasure in there?"

[Empiricist]

"I don't think so, unless you want to loot corpses."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron heads in anyway to find any hoards.

[Empiricist]

((Not too sure. Vgray ran this.))
"So, Abraxas was it? Which do you think the dead would have rather happen to them? Get buried once more, or get cremated?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I really don't give a shit. Do what you want."

[Empiricist]

"Cremation it is then. Care to move them into a pile?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Abraxas sighs, then moves the corpses into a pile.

[Empiricist]

"Please forgive me... I don't know is this is what you wish for... but if we don't, you may be disturbed once more... *6A37 3A12 6A02 1B12*"
Large droplets of fire slowly rain down in front of Silica, onto the pile of coffins. As each droplets touches a coffin, something strange happens: the coffins turn into fire and spread, initially quickly but rapidly slowing down, turning everything in direct contact for up to 20 feet into pure fire. The pile is quickly wreathed in an inferno, the sickly smell of burning flesh covers the air.
"*cough* *cough* _{May you rest in peace though your bodies burn...}"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Abraxas cringes at the scent of the flesh.
"On second thought..."
He simply obliterates the pile of corpses with Void orbs.

[Empiricist]

"_{*cough* Sorry about that.}"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Fucking shit, that smells!"
Abraxas shudders, growling.