March 8, 2026
Description
A wobbling mound of toxic goo with the personality of a man who has absolutely had enough of everyone’s nonsense. Mordecai’s slime form jiggles with quiet disapproval as half-dissolved potion bottles and unlucky dungeon debris float inside him like the world’s worst lava lamp. His face occasionally pushes up through the gelatinous surface long enough to glare at whoever is asking the next stupid question.
He has no arms, no legs, and frankly, no patience left.
A legendary potion master and former crawler… now reduced to an irritated blob that slides slowly across the floor while muttering about poor planning and terrible life choices.
License:
Standard Digital File License
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