Oh, um, okay.
Well, it's not exactly okay.
A few minutes ago, I was Mortar. Ex God, the best demon of 2016, and now, I have no idea where or who I am... like some weird acid trip. I swear to god, did Nora drug me or something?
*He looks at the woman*
I guess that didn't make any sense, did it?
Wait, you've heard of Mortar? I only changed it in high school, around 2003... I apologize, what year is it?
*Mortar was confused as hell, what the hell did Nora do?*
"The year is 1274 dear. What do you mean you changed it? The ghastly being known as Mortar has been around for the past decade. He runs the bandits..."
Oh, okay... I have strange mixed emotions about this... on the one hand, I am not this Mortar, but another, who in this time zone is called Gore. But on the other hand, this "Mortar" is disgracing my name.
*Mortar checks his shoulder, his symbol is still on his shoulder. This was relieving, any form he took, it would be there, and that could show this woman he wasn't crazy*
[b]The woman seems utterly confused. When suddenly, the world seems to fade away.
Now you stand outside a castle, holding a sword. There are hundreds of people standing behind you [/b]
?- SPEECH!
[b]As you approach the gates, an explosion completely obliterates them, creating a door. As you charge inside, bandits meet and you start clashing [/b]
??- KILL HIM!
[b]A bandit runs towards you [/b]
[b]The bandit falls to the ground, but no attacks come. You are standing inside the throne room. A dozen bandits surround you as the Baron sits in his chair[/b]
??- I am Mortar! Who are you?
*Mortar thinks this through, then makes a decision*
I am Gore, but you can call me Mortar. You have disgraced my name, so I am gonna call you Muerto.
[spoiler]That's Spanish for dead.[/spoiler]
Don't have to be a bloodhound to smell that bullshit.
*Mortar chuckles. His body is different, but his wits aren't. He lunges at one bandit, slashing his chest open, and goes for another*
Now, this becomes fun.