A Bountiful Harvest

[Goldrim 1422]

Harbinger Xort shifts around in his current place of residence, a thick black smoke seeping from the cracks of his rusted armor as he runs his talon across one of his music discs, rendering it nearly unreadable as he sets it on top of the jukebox, and begins playing it.
 
“Kgrgsshkk.. kgrssgkk..”
 
Is heard continuously, a melancholic feeling washes over him, his ember eyes flicker calmly in the moment of peace as the repeating sound soothes the very fabric of his being. He eyes his small chest with a piercing gaze, he leans forward slightly as he runs his rusted talon along the edges of the chest, he removes the temporary magical lock as he opens the chest, several bloodshards are to be seen inside on a small cushion varying in sizes and colors, one peculiar shard has a thick crack that has a faint light emanating from it, a soft “Help..” can be heard in the vicinity as he quickly closes it once again, he slaps the lock back on and secures the chest with a spell.
 
After closing it the chest shakes violently before coming to a halt, he carefully caresses it with his gauntlet, a few words escape from the depths of his helmet “Shhh.. soon..”, balling his corporeal hand into a fist.

[ryno2 1285]

Com'Bo runs around the place hitting people randomly

[Silent™ 552]

(( Way to ruin a perfectly good music disk, you souless gas cloud. ))