Mortimer Gloomsworth

Mortimer Gloomsworth
Culture	Elaniens
Location	Goldenfield
Involved In	Remember the Mystic Rest in Peace

Mortimer Gloomsworth is a Construction NPC in Goldenfield.

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Dialogue

Ah, a living soul. / Cold out, ain't it? / Greetings, fellow mortal.

They call me Mortimer Gloomsworth, the gravedigger of Goldenfield. It's a somber occupation, but essential nonetheless.

You might look at my decaying visage and see an undead, a monstrosity.

But beneath the rotted flesh and the cold touch, I still carry the remnants of my humanity. It's a burden I bear with solemn pride.

My purpose in this unlife is to bring tranquility to the departed.

In a world brimming with chaos, I ensure that those who fall get the dignity of a peaceful rest, a final sanctuary from the turmoil.

Before I found myself in this twilight existence, I think, I was a master of Mysticism, the arcane art of rune crafting.

Even now, I remember the intricate patterns and meanings of the ethereal scripts.

My knowledge of Mysticism is a relic of my past life, but I'd be more than willing to share it with those who have an interest in the arcane.

The heart of Mysticism lies in the creation of runes, ethereal scripts that unlock the latent potential within artifacts.

Each rune is a key, a gateway to enhancing your arsenal.

Picture them as seals, binding themselves to the artifacts, and in doing so, altering the very nature of your journey.

These runes, they are not mere embellishments. They are upgrades, transformative enhancements that can shape the course of your destiny.

Seals, delicately placed upon artifacts, introduce special effects.

Unlike the mundane upgrades available to all, there is a limit to the number of artifacts carrying these runes simultaneously.

Think of it as a delicate balance in the cosmic dance.

However, runes, unlike fleeting chips, boast a permanence and predictability that align with the very essence of the mystical arts.

All runes, regardless of their type, are crafted following the same principle.

You take materials such as Jewelry Wood and Bone, Composite Material and Ceramics, and to this, you add an uncommon resource.

This unique component is the very soul of the rune, defining the effect it will impart.

The deeper your focus on Mysticism, the more proficient you become, thus enhancing your mastery over these runes.

A truly immersed Mystic can seamlessly weave together the energies of multiple artifacts sealed with runes, up to a maximum of three, thereby creating a symphony of power.

The path of the Mystic is one of constant discovery, unlocking the secrets of the Kwalat to shape the destiny that awaits.

Well, how does one measure well-being when the boundaries of life and death have been blurred?

Being undead is no walk in the park, but it does make for a fascinating existential riddle. I exist, yes, but do I live? That's a question for the philosophers.

Picture this, your heart falls silent, your veins run cold, and yet you plod on, bound to an existence that is neither life nor death.

That's been my reality since my fateful encounter with the Fleshmancers, who wove their morbid magic and left me in this state.

It's a dance with death that never ends, a performance on the stage of the twilight zone separating existence and oblivion.

Despite the dark hand I've been dealt, I've found a strange calm in my role as a gravedigger.

The methodical process of digging, the solemn act of burial, it's a cycle that resonates with the cosmic rhythm of creation and dissolution.

It's monotonous, yes, but it's also comforting, providing a sense of purpose, a tether to the world of the living, as I navigate this eternal purgatory.

Goldenfield's a humble town on the brink of chaos.

The cemetery's my domain, filled with souls entrusted to me.

Ever since the portals, the town's seen an influx of newcomers... and new graves.

[If not accepted Remember the Mystic]

If you've got the stomach for it, I've got work. / Work's piled up to my eyeballs. Could use a hand. / Yeah, actually, got a job for ya.

Memories of my past life are like fragmented dreams, elusive and distorted. Yet, I'm almost certain that I was a Mystic.

There's a wealth of knowledge deep within me, an understanding of the arcane and ethereal that can only belong to a Mystic.

But now, after being reborn in this undead form, even the mere act of touching the crafting table fills me with discomfort.

And yet, I yearn to reclaim the mastery I once had, to remember the art that I believe was a significant part of my past life.

I ask of you, craft a rune for me. I have the recipe. It's a rune I'm certain I was deeply familiar with.

This rune, the Scar, it's more than just an intricate symbol. It's a key, a gateway to my past, a beacon in the fog of forgotten memories.

Craft this rune, let me feel its energy, and perhaps, it will unlock the door to my past, shedding light on the mysteries of who I once was.

[Remember the Mystic] [+1  Recipe: Scar]

I appreciate your help. This rune might be key to remember my past life.

You will need to gather Powder filler^[sic], Jewellery Bone, Jewellery Wood, Composite material, Ceramics and Diamond to craft the Scar rune.

I see, no hard feelings. My past is a mystery, after all. / I understand, not everyone is comfortable dealing with the undead.

[If completed Remember the Mystic but not accepted Rest in Peace]

If you've got the stomach for it, I've got work. / Work's piled up to my eyeballs. Could use a hand. / Yeah, actually, got a job for ya.

There's no peace in death if the body ain't put to rest.

Bodies left out in the open... it's a recipe for hauntings.

I ain't got the manpower to retrieve all the bones.

Help me put these souls to rest. It's the least we can do.

[Rest in Peace]

Appreciate it. The dead'll thank you.

Rummage around for 10 ​remains from the lifeless bodies scattered in the forests circling Goldenfield. Those bones, they're the key to some proper burial rites, keeps the dead quiet and satisfied.

Alright, better hope they don't come knocking at night. / Suit yourself. More work for me, I guess.

[If not completed Remember the Mystic or accepted Rest in Peace]

For now, it's under control. Thanks, anyway. / Not now, but don't wander too far. / So far, so good. Check back later.

[If not completed Remember the Mystic]

How is the rune crafting coming along? / I can almost remember the feel of the rune... / I hope the crafting is not too difficult.

Thank you. This rune... it brings back memories. The touch, the symbols...

[If accepted Rest in Peace]

Got those remains yet? / How's the bone hunt going? / The dead ain't patient, y'know?

Good work. These bones'll rest easy now.