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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/10/2016 10:44:32 PM
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Wait, what?
*Mortar seems somewhat confused*
I won't attack, provided you don't attack
English
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Sure I'm sure
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"Your choice bud." [b]He pours another glass [/b]
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Long live the Old Underworld *He merrily chugs down the shot*
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"The Underworld is mine." [b]Your customers begins swirling around [/b]
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Eh, bullshit
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[b]Your customers seem to be angry with you [/b] [i]"KILL ME ALREADY GORE![/i] [i]"[u]YOU'VE CAUSED THE DOWNFALL! "[/u][/i] [b]"YOU ALONE"[/b] [u]YOU'RE REBELLION."[/u]
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Tell me something I don't know fellas. *He sighs as he wipes his mouth*
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"WHY?" [i]"YOU RECEIVED NO HONOR?"[/i]
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Gore has no one. I am Mortar, a new, reformed Gore.
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"AND YET -" [b]The vision changes to one of Royal Dying. He looks at you, tears in his eyes [/b] "You weren't there."
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*Mortar slings Royal over his shoulder* Hey, I was busy dying myself, if you must know
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[b]Royal begins coughing, blood splattering the ground in front of him. [/b]
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Sorry bud *He holds Royal as if Roy is a young child, resting Roy's head on his arm* Tell me what happened.
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"The battle... So much bloodshed." [b]Tears began down his face [/b] "The Dight have fallen. Never to return."
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*Mortar sighs* I'm sorry bud. *He looks around for anything that could help Roy. He knows this is the Ascendance speaking, though he still pities Royal*
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[b]There is a strange potion on the ground, beckoning you [/b]
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*Mortar slowly walks over to it, still holding Roy*
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[b]The potion simply sits there, waiting [/b]
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*Mortar looks for a label*
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[b]There is none. Seems to be a do or die[/b]
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*Mortar decides not to drink it, and places Royal next to it*
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[b]Royal coughs, and on the bottle his name is engraved in the side [/b]
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Hmm... *He gently pours it in Roy's mouth*
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[b]You awaken to a bucket of water in your face, Royal having thrown It[/b] "Wakey Wakey."
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*Mortar chuckles, drying himself off* You ought to make this some sorta challenge, chug a shot and win a free t shirt
