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Mort follows slowly, trying to keep the dwarf in sight.
Mort follows Derlan, but shrugs when he asks about which way to go. "Never been anywhere like this. Not sure I'm much of use."
"Did we travel without feeling it?" Mort scratches his head and steps toward the travelling door.
Mort moves after, shaking his head. "This whole place has me a bit confused, actually."
Mort shrugs and looks over toward Derlan. "Find anything interesting?"
Mort will follow Derlan in, looking around. "What sort of beast makes bones like these?" He will prod the debris, trying to see what else is in here.
Mort stares back and forth from the odd squawking robot to the dwarf, both speaking the strange tongue. "You speak this thing's language?"
Mort rages and kills the electric sheep.
Mort follows Derlan into the room and stares at the thing. "Is it alive?"
Mort hums along still, peering into the dark. "Can't dwarves see in the dark?"
Mort shoulders his pack and heads after Derlan, humming tunelessly.
Mort heads home to sleep, his pockets full of gambling gold. He's a little shocked by this, actually, but more shocked that a pretty lady like Dinali would choose to help him. He's a little starstruck...
Mort seems somewhat shocked that he got anything out of the man. Usually he's the type that makes other people uncomfortable. He relays his finding to the others.
Mort shrugs and hands over the money, clearly not on his luck today.
Inspired by the pretty dealer, Mort continues. 80 gp stake left. 5 gp bet.
10 gp bet.
10 gp bet
20 gp bet.
20 gp bet.
20 gp bet.
Mort's luck runs south and he scowls, feeling like a failure.
Mort looks worried, but lays down 5 gp to start. Starting pool 100 gp. - break even 5 gp bet. - Lost 5 gp, 95 left 5 gp bet. - Won 10 gp, 100 gp left 5 gp bet Lost 5 gp, 95 gp left 5 gp bet Won 5 gp, 100 gp left Last bet 20 gp Lost 20 gp, 80 gp left Mort looks a little crestfallen as his luck fluctuates up and down.
Mort gawks at the array of people and games going on in the Hall, mouth open and staring impolitely. He shakes his head slowly. "Wooooow. This place is... It's big. Are we supposed to gamble or just watch people?"
Mort nods and follows to the gambling hall, looking nervous.
Mort makes a slightly pained look. "He's... He's pretty important. But his hall is shady, not the sort of place you want... to, y'know be off yer guard."
Level 2:
Took more of the same, plus rage power SMASHER, which allows me to take gearbreaker next time. Should make my construct bashing powers a little easier. Mort asks for a throwing axe, wanting something heavy he can throw at things far away. After all, he's still got his nice heavy flail, which seems to break things to a sufficient degree.
Mort looks nervous at all this metal. "So much.. Do you... um, maybe wonder where it all came from? I mean, we don't this much metal."
Mort shudders and shakes as he comes down from his sudden emotional ride. "Sorry." he mutters as he sees the mess he's made.
For the next week I will be at Gen-Con and/or decompressing after Gen-Con. If you're there, I'll be around the Sagamore Ballroom running PFS all through the Con. Feel free to look me up! However I will probably not be accessing the boards much so feel free to NPC me if needed! Thanks! James
No, just move and attack. Mort's still too cautious.
Mort sighs deeply as he sees yet another dog-man. He steps up and swings! for damage!
Mort sighs and seeing Dinali firing, he steps up and swings! for damage!
"Um, guys? There's a little person there. And he's not happy!"
Mort sighs and nods to the elf. He shoulders his new flail and takes point.
Mort seems to jump slightly at the words. "What sort of pests?"
Mort stands there, awkwardly moving his rolling pin from hand to hand.
Mort grunts. "S-s-s-still a b-b-b-bit cold here."
Mort hauls him old, shivering and shaking, and nearly collapses as soon as he's out. "S-s-s-so c-c-c-cold."
Mort nods and rushes forward to pull the unconscious man back.
Mort shrugs. "It doesn't mean anything to me.. Not that it should." He trails off.
Mort searches around, looking everywhere he can think.
Mort shakes himself, looking embarrassed. "Sorry, I was a bit.. I mean, I'm sorry."
Mort stands in the back, looking embarrassed. "'m good." he membles.
Mort prods the metal robot with his rolling pin, intrigued by it and slightly still afraid it's going to jump up and attack. "Hello. I'm Mort. I'm... I'm just a baker."
Mort sees the threatened girl and moves like a blur, drawing his oversized rolling pin as he goes! for damage!
Mort breaks into a run when he hears the screams!
Mort stays near the back of the group, no confidence evident in his features.
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