Emjajoas
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"My last quest was a trap, too. And we forced our way through that." Mortimer clutches Erdy's handcannon tighter. "Be cautious, and we'll be alright."
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"We heroes tend to show up when we're not expected," Mortimer replies, glancing around. "But so do our enemies. It's good to have you with us, Melvin."
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"I never shot straight to begin with, friend," Mortimer replies lightheartedly. "If my shield can fit through the bars, I figure you might be able to hide behind it, yeah? It should be strong enough to block most of the blast."
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Mortimer squints at the dwarf in the cage, a small smile dawning on his face. "So it is you, Melvin. I'm almost afraid to ask how you've been. Can we blow those bars with a bomb?"
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Mortimer flinches at the quip about his eyesight, but quickly recovers. "Should we not visit Cell Two first? The crew..."
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Mortimer squints, trying to see clear to the other pier. He keeps squinting for a moment, cocking his head as if it would help his poor eyesight. "Can you see anything?" he asks awkwardly, glancing at the party, brow knotted.
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Mortimer Repeats.
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Mortimer, his sole eye focused on the Wyrms-- and thus missing most of Illdria's display-- nods to the marauder. "Very impressive, captain," he offers, firing at Wyrm J from the back row with Erdy's Handcannon. "I'm glad you're on our side."
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Yeah, welcome back, Endgame! You were missed.
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Em fires Erdy's Handcannon at Earthwyrm H from the Back Row.
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Em repeats.
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Em Repeats.
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Mortimer Repeats.
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"I've a bad feeling about this," Mortimer mutters, shield raised, shrugging deeper into his armour, repeating.
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"It'd be a hell of a lot more useful if I could get a shot off," Em replies swiftly, raising his shield against the attacking earthwyrm.
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"Good to see curse taking its toll," Mortimer mutters, repeating.
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Mortimer repeats.
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Mortimer repeats.
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Mortimer Repeats, hefting his shield.
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Em repeats.
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Mortimer fires Erdy's Handcannon at the Earthwyrm Alpha from the back row.
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Mortimer, completely disoriented, jerks his head to the left-- twice, fast. He crouches, ready to spring into action. He unclenches his right hand, Viligant being held firmly by his left, and reaches for a weapon, trying to get adjusted to the darkness. The warden dares not make a sound.
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Mortimer hands Illdria his telescope, then rummages in his pack-- coming out empty-handed. "I'm afraid I can do nothing to give you light, Captain."
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Mortimer hefts his shield, his armour clinking slightly. The cold reminded him of his previous quest. As a result, adrenaline already flooded his veins; he was ready for combat, face pulled into a composed mask. "Aye," he mutters quietly. "Let's not keep your crew waiting."
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Mortimer traces the lower portion of the eye patch, looking slightly... lost. He forces a smile, shrugging. "The tale is tall, I'm afraid. I'm not sure it's one I'm ready to tell. Perhaps if we meet again, Deathbell, I'll share. For now, I'm ready to ride."
