Winged Horror part 1

The elf blinked as mortimer and lizzy groaned a little. “what?” patrick asked, “so we walked through a portal, so what? that’s probably normal for a place like this!” “i don’t think it’s normal anywhere, patrick!” mortimer scolded.

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Any Port, Chapter 1: Disorientation.

Zap brought mortimer a drink and whispered something into his ear. mortimer took two sips before realizing what the ampharos meant, turning on his radio, and relaxing. * * *

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Fire and rescue: Part 2

mortimer warlock? is that you? mortimer! how long has it been?” a beautiful, curly-haired human lady in a fur-trimmed jacket and tight jodhpurs came out of nowhere, embracing the surprised aardvark tightly. “remember me?” “penny!

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Winged horror Part 4

mortimer groaned. “it’s mornin’!” she scowled, giving the warg named trouble more leash length, “and my baby knows you’s off, even if you had me fooled!” mortimer grabbed a fistful of mane, spurring flamed into an instant canter, “run!”

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Winged Horror part 2

mortimer, why don’t you fly up there and talk to them with flamed? one look at that horn and maybe they’ll change their minds.” mortimer paled, shaking his head. they’d mentioned his horse.

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Executive decisions Chapter 18 END

mortimer grumbled at the thin, poorly-maintained path. "ha, instead of a mouse, we're going to see an aardvark," crispin quipped. "and maybe a dragon," ember warned. mortimer slipped with a grunt.

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Doom: Keen Absolution

"mortimer mcmire... he'll come back. if that really was hell, he's met the devil. as i said, he wasn't a boy." "he was pure evil."

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*PDS* Abbot Mortimer of Redwall, Bound and Ready

The weight of the abby lifted for a while and mortimer nuzzled the soft womanly mounds. constance squeezed them around his face when he let out a long groan. "don't get too comfortable, mortimer. this isn't an every day thing."

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Mortimer's Gut Catches Up

“hey mortimer, did you sign harold’s get well soon card?” the brightly colored card had a happy puppy on it. who was harold again? didn’t matter. mortimer grumbled unintelligible nothings, leaning over to scribble a short message and a signature.

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