Scotty is a freshman studying at Quicksilver College. Scotty is the younger brother of Murbo Malm. His brother worries that he is not very good at magic and the player is enlisted to help Scotty with schoolwork and also defending Scotty from a clique of school bullies. The player is rewarded for completing Scotty's quest chain with the achievement Freshman Orientation. Also the player can find a lot of Scotty's items from loot around Silverwood showing that Scotty is not very careful and smart at all and this is what make him a bully target for the others. Scotty also sends the player a letter, explaining that he has achieved sophomore status and will be visiting Gloamwood to continue his studies. Artifacts found in Gloamwood indicate, however, that Scotty ran into trouble (of course!) and lost his research paper.
- Scotty is later seen in Scarlet Gorge training for melee combat.
- Scotty is also part of a major quest line in the Moonshade Highlands.
A student of merit
An incident report regarding student Scotty Malm By Jerome Drift, First Achemy Chair at Quicksilver College
I cannot say Mr. Malm and I were fast friends. Appraising his first potion, I said, “Alchemy can be an art, but we must first learn the science. Don’t be so creative with the recipe, Mister Malm, and your healing potion won’t be so green and fuzzy next time.”
“Just Scotty,” he said. “It’s just Scotty, if you please, Professor. Dwarves from Moonshade can’t use our family names since what happened at Hammerknell.”
“I see. Well, given that I won’t call you ‘Scotty’ like some drinking companion, what would you suggest? Because ‘Mister That One Dwarf’ strikes me as pretentious.”
His peers laughed rather too pointedly, and thereafter, began calling him “Mister That One Dwarf,” much to my chagrin. I had meant to chastise a student, not be party to bullying.
So I was not his favorite professor even before I seemed intent on killing him and his classmates.
In two places at once
I was taking tea in my office when my assistant walked in, took one look at me, and nearly fainted dead away. “Forgive me, Professor Drift, didn’t expect you back so soon,” she said.
“Back? Where exactly have I gone?” I asked, amused.
“Why, into the woods. I saw you leading your first-term Alchemy class to go and work directly with a shipment of sourcestone,” she said.
No longer amused, I ran to the dormitories, amazed that anyone would believe I would do such a thing. Firstly, I abhor field trips. Secondly, I would never let a first-year even draw a picture of sourcestone. Thirdly, and most obviously, if I took students off campus, I myself would probably be aware of it.
Under the bed of Fiona Lechtum, I found a crude summoning circle done in vine pigment, strong enough to summon a shape-shifting Faerie. Miss Lechtum is ringleader of a clique whose primary diversion is making Malm’s life a misery, and they would never include him in an escapade without some humiliation in mind. Obviously, they’d ordered the summoned Faerie to wear my guise to convince Malm to come along. But from the shoddily drawn circle and the lingering aura of magic in the room, I knew the pranksters had summoned more than they had bargained for.
Steadfast in the face of danger
I followed the trail of magic to Hedgerow Court, close to the Realm of the Fae itself. Magical lights flitted above the hedges, a sure sign of some powerful magician chasing prey through the maze. I discovered a low-hanging mass of thorny vines, which bore, instead of fruit, the kicking legs of a dozen of my students.
“What is the meaning of this?” I said, blasting the vines away, not much caring that they scored the pranksters’ skin as they flew.
Simpering as only an Elf of good breeding can, Fiona explained that they had meant to call a changeling in a plan to get Scotty thrown out of school. But through no fault of her own, they instead summoned a powerful Fae who led them to Hedgerow and turned hostile. He chased the students into these vines, but Scotty ducked under the tangle and ran off, promising to distract the Fae with his Dwarvish knack for traversing passageways.
Just then, a fluffy sheep ran by, bleating in terror before turning back into a Dwarf. Hot on his heels (or hooves) came Makirn—lieutenant to Lord Twyl himself—who cackled madly, casting spell after spell.
Well. I will not be impersonated by some flittering Faerie. I unleashed a barrage so ferocious it scorched Makirn-shaped holes into the hedges. I am sure he escaped to plague Silverwood another day, but he may think twice before answering another botched summons into Quicksilver College.
When we found Scotty cowering as a squirrel under a shrubbery, Fiona and her minions had the gall to laugh. I am not one to give righteous sermons, nor could I afford to have them all expelled; Telara needs all the mages it can field in this crisis. A shame that so many had to fail Alchemy this term. The investigation I had to sit through was tiresome. Thank the Vigil for tenure, eh?
For a week, Scotty kept shifting between his natural form and that of some random animal. Once he could communicate in something other than chitters and bleats, I recommended his removal from my class. Not due to lack of aptitude (though this persisted) but because of what I’d seen when he confronted Makirn. No one, not even a Dwarf, should have been able to fugue in and out of a polymorph cast by a powerful Faerie. Yet every time Scotty returned to normal, I felt the power of Bahralt surge through the area, and my colleagues at the seminary say that supernatural stability is a mark of the god’s favor.
Thus, Scotty has begun study in the seminary. Though Fiona’s clutch still torments him, I understand his marks have improved.
Scotty, as well as the mage Fionna who try to bully him, are both a reference to Scotty and Fionna from the movie Eurotrip, where Fionna is cheating Scotty with some punk singer, while Scotty believes Fionna is still a virgin and innocent girl. On top of that the punk singer also write a song "Scotty doesn't know" about Scotty and how dumb he is for believing Fionna's lies.