Recent content by Mortimer Greenweaver

Having two hands the size of plump chickens each was not exactly the best situation, and yet the nightmare scenario had happened. He could really only blame himself for getting the berserker to berserk, but that's what he wanted, and he'd never take it back, and he likely wouldn't unless he...

Oh man, he was getting a work out. It was a good thing he had prepared for the fight, as if he hadn't he was sure to've had a lot more bruises on him by now, yet he himself hadn't landed anything noticeable. Sure he got off that lucky shot at Fist's leg by accident, but it hadn't taken the bull...

"Hah! I like your funny words Warg man!" With the fight started Mort got to business. Fist wasn't wrong, he probably could break him in half with those muscles stacked on top of muscles, but that wouldn't matter if he couldn't get a hit on Mort. And now that he was in the fight properly, It was...

Well, he didn't have much time to alter his body for speed as he waited for his match now, but he'd make it work. As he had been changing up his physical form ever so slightly under the skin, he had taken a seat to watch the match between Mute and Samara as he at some jerky. "Good to know, I'll...

"Heck yeah I remember, and the name's Mortimer!" Good to see that the boy was still doing well for himself ever since they met up. New that he though about it, he wondered if Miss Tashi was also doing well. He might need to check up on her later, likely tomorrow. Tashi could wait though as he...

Mort was not much of a drinking man, but after a long days work dealing with the well off and their many requests, he was seriously contemplating it. Sure, maid work paid well when it was needed, but having to shift his appearance for that job was mentally taxing. And thanks to a previous visit...

"She showed me the basics, though I'll likely need a refresher." God, how long had it been since his mother showed him? He couldn't even recall what the reading was about, but one of the cards stuck on his head, the six of swords. Transition if he recalled right, yeah that about summed up that...

I'm down for a brawl dice roll or not.

He'd give an affirming nod. Dreams, or rather illusions, were within the realm of pneuma. Enchanted illusion pneuma was...trickier, but still possible thanks to his studies. As for her question, he'd gesture to the deck that he assumed were more of a material component then actually enchanted...

He'd give a small chuckle when asked about his tricks. "Now that would be telling, and if you're around when I preform I wouldn't be adverse to another audience member." He could tell, yes, but what fun would that have been? It was the sort of spoiler he was averse to, one that would dilute the...

Mort would put his gloved hands up and shrug. "It really depends on what sort of magic a person uses, like how five blacksmi-no, better example; like how five bakers can make the same sweet roll with different methods. They'll fill you up all the same, but each one has differences you can taste...

Mort nodded, holding his demeanor steady as he really didn't want to think about the calamity, but there was a time and a place to mope about his hometown, and this wasn't it. The question was just about the stuff, not family, he could easily answer that. "Well, I'd say that at the time Elbion...

It took a few seconds for the factotum to realize that he had, in fact, tossed silver coins instead of the copper coins he intended to toss into the hat. Not the worst thing to ever happen as giving to the poor was a virtue which would probably earn him brief favor from a god, but having to dip...

Mmm, jerked beef, one could never could go wrong with it. Except with herbivores, but they were the exception, and he couldn't really fault them for getting shafted in terms of the dietary department. Still, taking his time to eat the beef let Mort take a moment, breathe, and get a better...

"I think I may have gotten myself lost again." Even though Mort had been living in Alliria for a few years now, the place still felt fairly foreign to the man, nor did it help that he was never the best at mental directions. He swore he had bought a general map of the city when he had came, yet...