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That’s an excellent interpretation of chaotic good – in some cases. Beldan’s certainly got something of a vigilante spirit in him (though it’s buried deep sometimes), but he’s not so into the killing … particularly not of someone who has surrendered. To him, that’s taking away someone’s ultimate freedom. And he’s naïve enough to think that after taking a beating like that, the guy might actually change his ways.

As for turning him over to the law, well, Beldan would just as soon kick the s@@! out of him, tell him he better not try anything like that again, and let him go (see naivety, above). He just thinks its fundamentally not right to kill someone who has thrown down their weapon and surrendered, except in truly exceptional circumstances.

Beldan feels like a naughty kid, getting a dressing down from the orphan master.

“My granny didn’t care much what happened to me,” he mutters. “ ‘sides, by my reckoning we already did protect the innocents…”

Kicking at the dirt, Beldan grumpily stalks off.

For the record, this disagreement is totally in-character. Personally I hate trying to figure out what to do with surrendered enemies, letting them live always comes back to bite you in the ass!

Beautiful! That is a good interpretation of CG, especially the "kick the s@@! out of him, tell him he better not try anything like that again, and let him go" part. Good stuff, and I totally agree that all of this stuff is a disagreement in-character, I'm just trying to make sure that Riese is well-defined in his actions and has the correct motivations for them.

Riese wrote:

I know this bastard and he has been on a dark path for some time, his actions escalating in magnitude with every lunar cycle.

"Wha'?" <draws silver dagger and advances on the trussed Swertlowe with purpose>

I hear what you are saying, Fakey, but Riese is NG, not CG, so it is a bit less applicable here. And as roleplayed, Riese didn't until that moment come across as a ruthless vigilante but more a pompous but essentially good-hearted chap - I think that the caped crusader in Fakey-the-player was coming out there.

But let's not fall out over it - hey, Gittik will cheerfully let you kill him. The only reason he didn't before was confusion over the ettiquette of the situation.

Neutral can mean that my PC can swing from Semi-Chaotic to Semi-Lawful from time to time in actions. And believe me, Riese may be a pompous, good-hearted chap, but when an evil person rears his head, he is gonna get fried and fried well. If I start to notice that more actions are CG than NG then I will switch alignments though. Alignments suck. They are too open to interpretation.

No, not in that manner! He is not a Lycan.....that I am aware of anyway...although I do hear that they are a perfectly awful lot what with all that hair and fangs and foul dog-scents. Yuck. Disgusting beasts, those shapeshifters.......better be careful to study up on......*trails off*

“Look,” says Beldan. “The guy is a sack of s#@@ and no mistake, and I don’t like to think what would have happened had we not turned up when we did … I think that he does probably deserve to die … but then I think that I deserve a haram of beautiful and willing ladies in those skimpy outfits that you can sort of see through …um, I suppose what I’m saying is that not everyone gets what they deserve. And the fact is, we did turn up when we did, we really saved the day.”

Beldan pauses, trying to assess what impact his words are having. “I know bullies, and this guy is a bully. And he got taken down … maybe he learnt his lesson. At any rate, he surrendered, and I know that if I surrendered in a fight, I’d hope for quarter. Besides, I’ve got a good way to keep him quiet.” The young man grins, and gingerly holds up a dirty cleaning rag that appears to have once been one of Granny’s handkerchiefs. “One of the knick-knacks I found was wrapped in this. We can gag him with it.”

Speaking of alignments, Chaotic Good is often described as the 'vigilante' type of person. Not trusting the law to carry out the necessary actions against the criminal element, but still doing what is needed to protect the innocent.

A bully with a band of ruthless, if inept, raiders who towed around an evil undead creature. How evil does one need to be to die in order to protect the innocent? Perhaps if it was your Granny being murdered and robbed? When he is freed and kills someone else to gain the power he seeks, are you willing to take responsibility for that innocent's death?
I know this bastard and he has been on a dark path for some time, his actions escalating in magnitude with every lunar cycle. If you free him he will do harm to others, and may wish to try to exact vengence upon our persons or people we care for. Are you willing to be responsible for freeing him? That is my question to you. I wash my hands of this now, my actions were prevented by an axe I couldn't hope to fair well against. The goodly thing to do is to protect the innocent...

I don't feel like debating alignment but a dude that gathered a bunch of misfit cut-throats to maim or kill a senior citizen for her loot is not someone that deserves pity, mercy or anything short of justice. The fact that he picked on my PC has no relevence but does make the job easier.
If you want him to live then find a way with which to porter him back to get his deserved punishment, but if he so much as speaks to or about me while we travel, I will kill him. "Let's all protect the rights of the person attempting to rob and murder an elderly woman with his undead minions and evil group", idiots....If we hadn't shown up when we did 'granny' may be lying in a stick pool of her own blood at his friends and his hands. Sure, protect him. Morons.
*Riese stomps off into the house and starts looking through the scrolls and looks for a wand.*let you know what loot I come up with.

Swertlowe's not dead; Aub showed him mercy. You can eximicute him if you want to.

Yes, I do that...

Riese fires at the Kenku but finds that he got ripped off by the crossbow dealer....
1d20+3=9, 1d8=7
Imbillie Moltio Explirius!!
Riese tries to fire off a Firebolt but finds out he doesn't have down the proper gestures...yet.
Damn, my crossbow is crap and that idiot wizard must've written down that spell incorrectly. No worries, I should be able to decipher the.....*trails off in a talk about magical formulae and theorum*.

He then reloads his crossbow, walks up to Swertlowe's corpse and fires a bolt, point blank, through the back of his head. "Too stupid to live, I suppose. Natural selection is a bit*h, ain't she, Swerty?"
Riese then starts stripping the dead of gear, starting with ol' Swert-bag.
I'm sure all these actions take several rounds but that is what I am doing for a bit.

Riese reloads and readies an action to fire at the anyone who remains that makes a violent-looking move.

Riese loads and fires again but misses Swertlowe. 1d20+3=9, 1d8=2 I have no idea what you mean with the percentages to hit Gittik, he isn't grappling the dude and I have Point Blank Shot and Precise shot which negates the -4 for shooting into a melee.

Come on now Gittik has dropped 2 before I can even post? Can we keep to an initiative order? Give a guy a chance to post!

Riese moves next to the fence and fires his crossbow at the closest warrior, missing.
1d20+3=4, 1d8=5
Reload and fire for the next, aiming for Swertlowe: missing again.1d20+3=9, 1d8=5

Riese, looking back at his mule, Beans, hitched to the back of the wagon, loads his crossbow. He thinks to himself, "Damn, wish I hadn't left my cutlass strapped to his back..."
They are planning an assault on the woman we were sent to guide...I have had a run-in with one of their lot, apparently the leader, who is definately a bad apple. I doubt we will be able to treat with them.
Be prepared to fight.

If you imbeciles would stop the incessant chatter in dialects of questionable origin perhaps YOU would here that there is a group of humanoid men before us in the fog walking....Ya'll.....morons.....

listen1d20+3=23

I echo your sentiment quite verily, Beldan. More rubes. So much for my 'legendary' company. How is a person of my worth supposed to become the man of mythical deeds with such company? Not a very illustrius beginning.......Maybe this isn't what the gods had in store for me...need to re-evaluate my current company......*trails off*

"Thankyou, kind sir." She responds to Reise. "Your powers of verbosity border upon epic. Are you in training to be a court herald? If not, your talents are wasted in these brackish waters."

Yes, they do border on epic, soon to be conquering epic, I should say! My talents are for the arcane and would be wasted in a royal court and yes, my talents are also wasted in these parts too. However if I will suffer the indignity if it allows me to assist a damsel in distress......kind of is the heroic thing to do and all that, even if nobody seems to understand the ultimate sacrifice that one such as I has made to.........*trails off*

My dear, lovely lady,..I, Riese the Resplendent, Hmm, I kinda like that one..., shall most assuredly assist in this quest to save your dear granny! Fear not for my powers will protect her from harm and bring her unto you unharmed! This I swear by all the Gods of Light! My only request is that your beautiful lips utter my name into the wind when you think back on me, which you most unquestionably will, and who could blame you as I am quite ravishing....*trails off*

Listen 1d20+3=15
Who wouldn't come to Bale, Bitha? I shall rescue her! I, Riese the Nice, shall vanquish evil and bring 'her' to Bale safe and sound! Dammit! Riese the Nice!?! I really need to hire on a bard for all this poetic....*trails off*

"Tall human full of iron sh&t!"

*speaking in a loud tone meant for people who have problems with cognitive skills*

LITTLE WARRIOR. ME VERY SMART, SAY MUCH BIG WORDS YOU NO UNDERSTAND. ME SORRY YOU NO GET SIMPLE SCIENTIFIC FACTS. ME TRY TO TALK SIMPLER FOR YOU. Whew! That is quite taxing, trying to interact with the daft....I must give more respect for the people who work with the mentally handicapped....perhaps with my fortunes from my epic adventures I can fund.......*trails off*

"Odd. Unless, of course, they truly are the droppings of a gargantuan iron rabbit."

Come now, I thought you were smarter than that. The humongous 'rabbit' or whatever other type of 'eater' would more likely be flesh and blood with an ability to consume huge amounts of dirt, stone and raw ore. The ore would theoretically be unprocessed by the 'beast' and thus be excreted through the creature's digestive system. An iron rabbit would not have the internal organ properties that could process any type of organic or non-organic matter.

Pretty simple logic that I am surprised you missed...guess everyone can't be as logical as one such as.....*trails off*

Of course! Why wouldn't you all love me, as I am quite spectacular. Perhaps a mention in my memoirs for each of you will be forthcoming.....if there is room for it what with all my heroics to record.....[smaller]ah, why waste the space for those who stand to gain just from basking in my presense......wasted space, indeed.....*trails off*

Appraise(natural 1)-1d20+7=8
Ha! The dwarf would think THAT was worth something. Hummppph! I have better things to do than watch a merchant swindle a drunkard. Altoid! Oh, there you are, my good man. So have I told about my theories involving combustible spellcastings of the evocation persuasion? Well please, allow me to shed some light on.........*Proceeds to attempt to talk Altai into a coma over the course of the next 15-20 minutes*

"Pigherd, we'll trade ye the lot fer this 'ansome feller. Ees a genius."

<gestures to Reise.>

Said to Altai in hushed tones"See, the poor dwarf is so in his cups that he couldn't assist in the retrieval of the load of lager that was under his supervision AND he can't even tell that a fine and noble being of my pedigree isn't a typical beast of burden. Sad, really. I hope the poor sot seeks some help for his affliction.....perhaps I should seek his redemption with my noble acts...maybe allow him to join me in my noble quests and gain some fame for himself, further increasing my legend......*trails off*

Thank you, sir, for taking it upon yourself to re-allocate our vanquished foes' graft, and no I don't need any extra for conquering the leader. T'was all the goodly thing to do, and of course, a deed done in good heart is it's own reward. Although the coinage is going to be rather convenient.

"You go Saltmarsh tribe now?"

In reply to the dwarf's question:

"Me get clothes from goblin me kill."

(Which is true, but omits certain key aspects...)

Please stay back a step...you seem to have some odiferous emanations dwelling about your personage.

I believe that the fort may be looking for mercenaries, which is where I just came from, I am sure they were amazed by how I single handedly took down the goblin warband leader, but I do believe that they require that persons interested in the position take regular baths. I doubt you would be interested....
I seem to be slightly injured from my epic battle with the goblins, is there a healer about? I am sure that he would gain stature and a place in history by being the first to heal Riese the Risen after a battle......Nah, not liking that either.....I do say, coming up with a proper moniker is quite difficult....perhaps a Bard would be able to use some of his poetic abilities to fashion a proper title for one such as me.......*trails off*

How dare you!
*fires at the goblin that tossed the dagger*
aim about 18" over from where the sight says..and....Yes!
1d20+3=19, 1d8=7

Reloads.

*Riese reloads his crossbow and readies an action to shoot the goblin yelling parlay if any of his fellows attack any 'good guys'.*
Call off you fellows, goblin! If any attack, I will fire. Now speak of terms for our parlay. And know that you face the mighty crossbow and magicks of Riese the Smouldering! Nah, I don't like that moniker, need to think of something that'll make the maidens swoon....Riese the Radiant....Hmmm.....*trails off*

Slight continuity edit...Riese is there too. I'm waiting on a surprise move from the Beldan. Riese can make a surprise move, roll initiative, and declare an attack.

Dammit, Altoid. A hero-to-be such as myself shouldn't be seen riding to battle on a mule....

Riese mounts Beans the mule, and rides after the horse. Surprise round- Beans and Riese move a bit closer. 1st round-Riese dismounts and fires off a shot with his crossbow.
attack roll-1d20+3=6
initiative-1d20+3=9
Oh bother, that won't due at all. Damn shame to have to start a career so promising as mine with a shoddy crossbow that seems determined to shoot wide left....perhaps if I adjust the targeting bracket slightly.....or just move my aim over by 12 to 18 inches...yes that should work out brilliantly.

Oh Bugger! Now where is he off to? THERE IS ROOM ON THE HORSE THERE ALTOID! I COULD RIDE WITH YOU! You know, to KEEP YOU SAFE!
I hope I can get a ride!

You know this dwarf?!? Hmmmm. I find it difficult to picture someone of such obvious intellect befriending.....this.....person.
Dwarves, with their ridiculous speech patterns and all, are bad enough, but this one is quite obviously inebriated. Probably drank the whole curricle's load and blamed some fancied goblins......*trails off*

Altai? Is that it? Good. Would be so kind as to continue this discussion with the doormen here? They keep interrupting my train of thought with their obviously infantile inquiries. I am trying to decide on whether the ink for my memoirs should be of a differing coloration than the normal colorings of ink and ...........*trails off*
Arrogant, stuck-up, low wisdom, low charisma. Whadda ya expect?

What? Oh, sorry. Did you say something sir? I was sure that our conversation was ended and that I was to be guided to someone of import. Sometimes I have a slight tendancy to ignore grunts, not that you aren't fine gentlemen, and do imagining in my head as to how my current situation will translate into my memoirs....Yes, please. Do lead on.

My good sirs! Oh, ummm. A patch would serve well for that eye there fellow...
Myself and my similarly knowledgable companion have come in answer to a call for persons of a mercenary bent. Fear not! For we have arrived and shall complete the mission with utmost alacrity! My name is Riese. You shall speak of the day you met me with pride for my deeds will be the stuff of legend. Oh and this is my companion, ummm, what did you say your name was again?, Oh never mind, direct us towards whomever put out the call, good sir!

Riese Townser’s amazing history, a story of greatness.

I was an extremely gifted child. I was born with a natural penchant for acquiring knowledge. By the time I was 5 years old I could speak 2 languages beyond the common tongue. I was already a mathematical genius and learned my parents trading business enough that, for fun, I would do the record keeping and maintain the daily operating paperwork for them.
As I grew a bit older and tried to interact with persons of my own age, I found that most were quite jealous of my blossoming superior intellect. The mush-brained will always feel a need to cause harm to their betters in order to feel a sense of superiority. Lucky for me that my natural gifts extended into the physical realm of development also. I had speed and grace. My stamina was unparalleled in my ‘peers’. Those fine qualities coupled with my superior intellect was usually more then sufficient to keep me away from my detractors.
Anyway more towards the present, and off of this childhood musings…
I was scouring the used bookstore for some type of books that may pose a challenge to one of my extreme intellect when I stumbled upon a tome of mystical writings. Flipping through the book I saw something in this tome to FINALLY challenge my mind. I purchased the book at a steal, for the imbecile behind the counter of the store knew not of what he had.
Whilst unraveling the mysteries within I discovered the tome to be the spell book of a mage with a bit of reputation. The proper thing to do would be to return the lost grimoire, but I decided to make a couple of copies for mine own usage. I had decided to teach myself the mystical arts. Through great expense and vast blocks of time spent, I managed to manufacture 2 copies of the Tome, 1 I can use for a backup while the other is for more strenuous usage. I took the original and returned it to its owner, who offered to accept me as a student.
Why would one such as myself need the tutelage of an Arcanist who can’t keep track of his own belongings? I told the mage that his instruction was not needed and left, a pitiful reward in hand.
I have almost broken the mystical codes and arcane formuli. I am beginning to understand the power that lies just beyond the edge of my learning. Not long now and the story of the greatest wizard in history shall begin! My greatness will be legend!

Stats to follow.
Dude, I am just plain great! Of course I can learn wizardry without a teacher, one as intelligent as myself needs just apply himself to do whatever I wish to! I am sure any human could strive to become just like me and push themselves to a higher level by just pushing thier limits.