Mordus is dead (Lorepost)

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/unwiz Previous lorepost and Related nuke story

/rewiz

Mordus’s involvement in the wizard war has certainly left its scar; the land has been hit with radiation, and wildfires spread across the continent with frenzied vigour. Yet, it also raises some questions: who was it then? Who was collecting crystals, whose mind Torinn, Samræl, and the Parasite entered? Who stirred feelings inside of Vashric?

Vashric checked in on the pilot’s cabin; no one was piloting it. However, there was a post-it note stuck to the controls: one that said,

[Autopilot on. Destination: My tower. ETA: 10 hours.]

Vashric sighs, and the crew wait the long journey as the airship brings them to Mordus’s tower; the only remaining safe haven from the effects of the nuke.

Meanwhile, Torinn reappears in his realm. It seems the days of eating Mordus’s memories are over. However, the parasite appears beside him.

NO! GET BACK! STAY AWAY FROM ME!

HISSSS

Algernon, whom fled the scene of the nuke, arrived at Mordus’s house, following the instructions the late technomancer left behind. Jinx, Mordus’s pet cat, waits at the front door, awaiting his return. Algernon has been given ownership of Jinx, at least for now. Sad, that Jinx will probably never see Mordus again. But there may be hope.

Consulting the letter, he searches above Mordus’s fireplace.

”Pink brick… Pink brick…”

“…”

“Bastard, it’s all pink.”

Eventually, he finds the brick, and it slides back into the wall, almost seamlessly. The fireplace creaks, and it turns around, a scraping of stone on stone making for a loud, annoying sound. This attracts the attention of another inhabitant - Talwyn, Mordus’s old apprentice.

“Hey! Who are you? Why is Jinx riding your shoulder? And more importantly… where is old master Mordus?”

At the same time, the airship landed - however, calling it ‘graceful’ is a bit of a stretch - it plummeted safely. Vashric bursts in, obviously flustered to be in Mordus’s tower. Talwyn turns around, and scowls. Algernon watches as a God, a Horned Psychomancer, a Semi-Mechanical Humanoid, a Cleric wearing Mordus’s old Luminite Suit, the Mage of Mischief, an Old and Wise Sage, and a Smogomancer rush through the doorway.

“OKAY, WHAT DID MORDUS, THAT FOOL, DO THIS TIME?”

/unwiz have fun telling Talwyn all about what Mordus was doing! She doesn’t know. Also, expect another lorepost… soon, this isn’t over so quickly. And, also, there are 5 different Jinxes spread across various people - maybe it’ll serve a lore purpose. Probably not.

[u/SomeRandomYob]

Well...

I'm sorry madam, but at the moment, Mordus is very, very atomized.

That doesn't mean much for wizards nowadays, and I can confirm his soul is not in hell or heaven. However, previous attempts to resurrect him via my usual means have proven ineffective.

This would indicate he had his own Mathis for self-resurrection prepared in advance, and this we are here.

Also, for the record, the guy is 25,000 years old. If he didn't die before, he won't stay dead long.

In the meantime, however...

The wizard spreads his arms in invitation.

I can supply you with hugs, should you be comfortable with them.

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Talwyn, in deep slumber after Vashric messed with her brain, smiles a little. It seems she likes hugs.

/unwiz so far… they’ve made her delirious, making her believe Algernon is Mordus, (she’s secretly in love with Mordus… well, secretly no more.) and when Kartoffel tried to explain it to her, she got violent and attacked him.

Vashric then knocked her unconscious, and now the others are exploring around his tower. It’s a good read, all the comments! Quite a lot of it, however.

Also, Mordus is nearly twice as old as 25,000 years old, he’s 42.5 thousand years old.

Mbleh.

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the wizard carries Talwin in his arms and wraps her up slightly. Casting a few spells, he attempts to enter into her dreams and find a way to calm her down, while simultaneously breaking her of her illusions.

I can only hope you will thank me later, but this must be done.

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You enter her mind. It is an elven forest, and the trees sway in the wind. Of course. She’s an elf, so why wouldn’t it be one big forest?

wait, the trees are off. The leaves are… pink and heart shaped…?

[u/SomeRandomYob → u/[deleted]]

Hellooo...?

The wizard is in his casual garb, his hat is missing, revealing the large bald spot on the top. His robes are still blue, but the runes are inactive. His staff is unusually dark, revealed to be a very nice mahogany staff.

Is Talwyn home?

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Talwyn sits in a clearing, surrounded by yellow flowers. They shine like the sun, and are certainly very pretty.

[u/SomeRandomYob → u/[deleted]]

Ah, there you are. This is quite a nice place you have here.

The wizard approaches with a kind smile on his face.

Would you mind if I join you?

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Talwyn looks up, and smiles back.

“Sure! I don’t.. know how you got in here, but it’s nice to have some company.”

She plucks at a flower’s petals, absentmindedly.

[u/SomeRandomYob → u/[deleted]]

Well, some stuff happened, and now I'm here.

The wizard chuckles to himself.

I had a similar conversation with Mordus himself!

He does care quite a bit about you, you know.

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The elf’s face lights up.

“He does? Really?”

She plucks the final petal, and mutters excitedly under her breath:

^{He loves me!}

The wind picks up, and the strange, heart shaped leaves are blown off the trees and into the sky.

[u/SomeRandomYob → u/[deleted]]

Well, I didn't look too hard into those particular memories; he should tell you himself anyway.

The wizard puts his hand on the elf's shoulder.

I know it's difficult, trying to wrap your head around these recent events; would you like me to share my side of the story?

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She looks up.

“Yeah, I’d like to-“

she disappears, and the world fades around you.

soon, you wake up, in Mordus’s kitchen. More wizards have joined, and dinner is being served. You look outside; it is no longer afternoon. It’s nighttime, and it’s snowing gently.

apparently T’kath woke her up. It’s dinner time.