mortdane

[mortdane]

if you ever wanted a voice reference for mortice, i use Hwei from League of Legends (with imagination of it having a disembodied resonance).

[mortdane]

my ghastly ghouls &. sickening spirits, like this post for a starter with your favorite zombie elf !!

[mortdane]

just as a notice, this is a sideblog to @grellsaw ! hence why you will get a follow from there.

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⸻ ❝ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 .

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏 : FERVENTLY FAMISHED

Mortice joins the Veilguard after Rook and co. assisted him with fending off an encroaching horde of undead. He recognized the pattern in the necrotic enchantments to derive from his former master, Gaslowe Grimalkin, an ex-Mourn Watcher gone rogue. Known by his peers and colleagues as an "eccentric with quirks", Gaslowe believed necromancy could serve a higher purpose, elevate oneself above the world's meek. An untapped resource to enhance one's magical prowess. Recognizing that he could not boldly face Gaslowe with a single bow and sword, Mortice reluctantly requests the aid of the Veilguard, and in return, offers his quiver to their cause. Reservations abound. Between the detective who could easily pry through the mask of his deceased nature both physically and magically; and, a necromancer taking residence. The assassin possessed by a demon could prove fatal should his hunger supersede rationale. And his hunger for the living flesh ne'er waned. Oftentimes, Mortice would sneak in the midst of midnight, or so estimated from his internal clock, as time in the Fade works differently. Bringing back cadavers found dead by the hands of Darkspawn, or something else. He is eventually confronted when Rook discovers a heart in a jar of formaldehyde left on a barrel under the stairs of the dining hall. Tracing a splotchy trail of blood to the basement area--Mortice's room. It was there Mortice confirms his undeath, despite everyone knowing beforehand. Their reactions differ, ranging from accusations of murdering innocents, to try and understand his motives for collecting the deceased, and harvesting their organs to maintain a steady supply of nourishment to sate his innate hunger. Rook ultimately decides for Mortice to remain on the team. Whilst some expressed grievances with their reason for doing so, Mortice is equally perturbed at Rook's choice. Finding it "too merciful for a monster like [him]." A compromise is reached where Lucanis exclusively includes meat into Mortice's diet in order to help curb the undead's quenchless craving.

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⸻ ❝ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 .

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟑 : CONFRONTING GASLOWE

The nightly ambience complimented Blackthorn Mansion's eerie silence. The aftermath of Hezenkoss's destructive wake still palpable in the air, and in the way various rooms were littered with inanimate undead. Disheveled and abandoned, riped for the taking. Like a vulture, picking off bones from the remains left behind by a half-lich, Gaslowe picks up where Hezenkoss left off. And in her stead, commands the finite supply of undead, adding more to his ever-growing numbers. The final boss fight features a style of an opera. Gaslowe expresses admiration regarding Mortice's change from a simple farmhand, to an experienced sharpshooter, under the guiding hands of the Mourn Watcher. The battle itself have four pillars his master siphon necrotic energy from—they're the souls he’s collected since after the venatori freed his master from prison. He channels their power and acts as a beacon to puppet Mortice (there’s literal streams of magic sprouting from the guy’s fingertips). Throughout the first half, Rook and co. are forced to fight a possessed Mortice until all anchors are disrupted. Thereafter, it causes Gaslowe to interrupt his control over Mortice. The necromancer then enters the field. As the party destroys Gaslowe's barrier bubble, he, in desperation, seizes control over Mortice. Wrestling back to regain his autonomy, Mortice redirects his arrow to aim at the chandelier suspending by a chain weakened by prior events (the hezenkoss combat). The chandelier collapses, cratering the floor beneath their feet. Gaslowe following behind. Descending into the darkened abyss, he hovers over the fallen Mortice. And before the necromancer could attempt at landing the final blow, his dirk is knocked out of grasp by Rook, and the party re-assembles. After slaying Gaslowe, Mortice acquires his staff controlling the remaining undead left in Blackthorn Manor (Gaslowe seized the opportunity to use the leftovers from the Hezenkoss fight). Rook has a choice presented to them: to persuade Mortice from using the staff to gather undead & command them to rise against the Mourn Watch, or he uses the staff and starts his own House under the Mourn Watch, officially ascertaining necromancy powers himself. Finding a home for wayward souls that need it. If the latter of the two detrimental choices are made, Mortice will move out of the Lighthouse and not be seen until the final fight in Minrathous. He is seen leading the charge of a sizeable undead army into the battle against Elgar'nan's minions.

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⸻ ❝ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 .

deep within the arlathan forests reside a homestead of elven farmers. tending to their cattle, their crops and their own kin. one among their flock bore a sickening fascination of the deceased. interested in the way animal anatomy decomposed depending on the seasonal elements. driven by morbid curiosity, the aforementioned soul lingered his presence around cadavers. one would certainly notice an oddity like he rummaging through the insides of a nug or halla simply to study them. or place said corpses in picturesque and decorative positions amidst a bed of flowers, where under the canopy speckles of sunlight dimple his lifeless muse. rumors of this elf's eccentricities spread throughout the forest, inevitably into the ears outside its region. tales of a taxidermist who preserves animal organs certainly piqued the interest of one rogue mortalitasi. once they've crossed paths, a journey inlaid with teachings of necromancy, utilizing the black arts of magic. what was taboo to his family mortice already accepted; perceiving himself equally as ostracized by how prejudice quickly sways one's opinion on such matters. his betrothed's expressing concern fell upon deaf ears, their letter correspondence gradually ceased altogether. unbeknownst to him, this would be the final words etched upon tattered parchment he will receive. the mortalitasi yearned for power. sought for an army; pawns to be used as a means to their end. they know of weak, harmless prey easily accessible. it only required a naive mortice to act as a lure for the bait. and as he reunites with his family, the mortalitasi's cordial veneer subsides, and offers them false promise of ' immortality '. an un-life. roaming the world as conscious dead. a choice they deprived mortice's family of having. before the death mage could siphon their souls, the novice taxidermist sprung into action, defending his family until he breathed his final breath. it took some time before he rises from the deep, eternal darkness, his mind was not his own. his autonomy encased in glass, confined to a barrier, a prison, conjured and manipulated by the mortalitasi's hand. carrying out the rogue necromancer's will without hesitation, without question. a taste for flesh need quenched, eternal hunger insatiable; familial blood stains his hands forevermore. the quest to empower their necrotic abilities inevitably attracted the attention of the mourn watch. a confrontation ensued, rifed with bloodshed, and in the end: one apprehended death mage. the strong tether on mortice's undead conscious severs. at a loss of purpose, of drive, having nowhere else to turn, he reluctantly inquiries about servitude under the mourn watch's banner.

⸻ ❝ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 .

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟐 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟑

tl;dr undead elf was treated like a slave by the necromancer who raised him. necromancer "died". now zombie man has nowhere else to turn. gets adopted by the mourn watch. help out zombie man find his purpose in the world. can you convince him that there's more to being undead, or is he forever trapped in his own nihilism? and will that aid him when an old face resurfaces.

⸻ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

NAME : mortice ALIAS : morbid mortice, mundane mortice, moody mortice, mortimer (his name preceding his death), mopey mortice RENOWN : mournful ranger CLASS : rogue RACE : undead elf WEAPON : necrotic-enchanted bow, dagger & rapier FACTION : mourn watch AGE : 170 TEMPERAMENT : melancholic ALIGNMENT : true neutral LIKES : fresh meat, stuffing dead animals with fabric, skulls, candles, books, quiet, gardens DISLIKES : being touched, being complimented, personal space being invaded, undead prejudice

[mortdane]

just as a notice, this is a sideblog to @grellsaw ! hence why you will get a follow from there.

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❝ Are you gossiping about me ... ？❞

❝ only the nicest of things Faenethra and i are discussing . ❞ it is difficult to discern flippancy from honesty when his visage is bereft of emotions, a default state of being; inscrutably neutral, in choice conveyance and in body language

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⸻ @bloodtwin

[mortdane]

he doesn’t want to know why pussy is mentioned so openly…

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revenge is the best medicine !

❝ if that were the case, then why am i still dead ? ❞ his metaphysical quip carries an undertone of snark that is reflected in the tugged corner of painted lips.

𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ⸻ @viconic

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DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION | REPLAY ➤ The Fade

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( a collection of horror - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

you'll never get what you want .

we need to stay together . no 'splitting up' bullshit .

nobody ever prepared me for this .

so you've just been lying to me this entire time ?

there's too much blood , i can't stop it .

this is over when i say it's over .

[ name ] , be careful . i've already lost enough people that i care about .

i never should have trusted you .

this is getting really out of hand , okay ?

i feel like we're not alone .

revenge is the best medicine !

put your head on straight , this isn't over yet .

maybe we should ... y'know , check it out ?

run . run and don't stop .

i thought i saw something ... i - i must be going crazy .

you couldn't pay me to go down there .

the cops are on their way .

would you rather stay here and die ?!

there's no such thing as [ ghosts / demons ] . it's made-up .

you aren't going anywhere .

i'm putting you out of your misery .

i know you think you're untouchable , but they will kill us .

you shouldn't have touched that .

we aren't going to make it out of here , are we ?

why are you following me ?

there has to be a medical kit here , somewhere .

i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?

don't move ... a fucking muscle .

fuck , the door is locked from the other side .

don't get ... dead , okay ?

that was the only [ bullet / round / flare ] we had .

did you really think it would be that easy ?

we've come too far , we can't turn around now .

put down the [ weapon ] . please .

come on , help me barricade the door .

[ name ] , is that ... blood ?

haven't you seen a horror movie ? the blonde always dies .

it was you ? YOU did this ?!

you are gonna fucking pay .

i'm going to give you ten seconds . nine , eight ...

i want you to admit what you did .

hey , look at me -- it's not real . it's not real .

do you think they're watching us right now ?

we're in this together . no one gets left behind .

let them go ... please , just let them go .

oh my god , what the hell was that ?!

you know i'm capable of this .

i had to ... i had no choice .

you don't have the guts .

this is fucked up , this is so fucked up .

what we're dealing with isn't even human .

you need to hide . find somewhere & don't come out .

stop ! don't touch that . we don't know what it is .

i've done bad things to good people .

if they catch us , they will kill us .

why are you covered in blood ?

i can't ... i can't feel my -

[ name ] is dead . i saw it happen .

what , you're gonna kill me ? i don't believe you .

there is an evil in you . i see it .

this shit only happens to people in horror movies .

forget about me , just save them .

what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ?

you aren't supposed to be here .

please don't . i'm begging you .

are you scared ?

whatever happens , don't let go of my hand .

[ name ] , this isn't you .

well , what the fuck are we supposed to do ?!

get out of my house before i call the cops .

you're going to regret that .

there's that smile ... i'm glad it's the last thing i'll see .

if we make it out of here , tonight will haunt me forever .

[mortdane]

would u let this guy be in ur party

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❝ i do not believe that will work. ❞ he says simply. affixing eyes upon the drawing of a skull. an appreciative hum escapes painted lips. both hands rest upon each hip respectively.

❝ if you too are a dangerous entity, there is a chance one of our inner demons will be at each other's throats. ❞ he states matter-of-fact, expressing stoic composure.

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。。。

             latest grave robbed: prompts for people who aren't used to kindness 。

@mortdane ⸻ ❝ people around me don't last very long. ❞

             ❝ MAKES TWO OF US, I guess, ❞ Puck mutters glumly, resting his chin on his knees as he drags his finger in the dirt. He draws a crude sketch of a skull with angry eyebrows above its empty sockets.

Then he glances up with a new, potentially naive, thought & a small smile that tugs at his mouth. ❝ Hey, maybe that means we'll cancel each other out. ❞

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don't worry. i'll still be here to talk if you need me.

❝ sure. ❞ his answer a flat reverb, somewhat disinterested. ❝ and i'll provide riveting tales of my woes for your amusement. i should have brought a lute, played a few melancholic notes. ❞ he ceases, feeling his point is made abundantly clear. arms cross over his chest, canting his head to one side; emeralds knowingly stare at them, predicting their reaction.

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⸻ @harpersoath

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"thank you. don't ever do that again."

❝ . . . sure. ❞ outstretched palms carefully retract in tandem to natural magics disspelling. their silhouette no longer enveloped in tranquil jade. a stark contrast to his necrotic aura. still, it is never without consequences of borrowing from the god of life, having suppressed urges to recoil from the burning sensations coursing through his veins. it is a necessity, for they must survive.

❝ it will not be for another hour that i can remedy your wounds. try dodging next time. ❞ he pointedly advises.

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⸻ @alurlssrinbled

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i'm surprised you're still here.

❝ i'm surprised, too. ❞ confusion marinates ghastly tongue, coupled with consternation breathing life unto commonly adorned neutral visage; skeptically lofting one brow, emerald hues inspect their person searchingly, analyzing body language for discernible dubious intent hidden beneath presumed portrayed cordial surface.

subliminal dubiety in his remark is evident, articulated in the way he purposely steps aback to subtly re-affirm personal distance between them both.

❝ it is not as if i am hindering you of anything more significant. ❞ he casually adds, minimizing his own value. an off-handed way to encourage their departure away elsewhere.

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⸻ @bloodtwin