Edmund the Tainted's page

So used to the comments hurled at him every day, Edmund doesn't realize that the man is probably referring to Kusanorr, and narrows his eyes at him. "I'm not a demon, human. Not even part. None of those mad creatures plague my blood, but the lords of hell run in my veins. Watch your tongue in the future, lest I take it." He flicks his tail, moderately annoyed he defended the wretch.

"Maybe their chief is a man of wisdom. We certainly need to identify this...thing...before we decide what to do with it. It's too pitiful, I think, unless it's trying to placate us while we have superior numbers. If he can't identify it, we can leave it with them. This is their land, no? The creature is their problem, then."

Edmund raises an eyebrow and looks at Daka for a moment. "The man you hold did us no ill will...yet. He, in fact, seemed to try to stop the one who has earned his own justice. There's no call or such treatment."

When the inevitable puzzled looks appear as a result of what appears to be mercy in the face of his earlier reprimand at their kindness, he retorts. "Actions breed reactions. In the face of the unknown, I would advise prudence, but that pitiful wretch cowered and tried to get his associate...not friend, as far as I could tell, since the two of them were fighting when we arrived...to back down. This thing, however," he points a finger at Kusanorr, "we witnessed siphon a human from the very land and appear in it's place. That is something to be concerned about, though if it be our ally and paying justice unto that which assaulted us, it has moments to reply before my patience reaches it's end."

And I'm a devil-blooded tiefling, not demon - far more organized and lawful

He returns his gaze on Kusanorr and frowns. "Now. You have some explaining to do. You know at least two words of common, so you better hope you understand more, because frankly it would be more trouble than it's worth knock you out and drag you to a wizard and pay for a tongues spell. I don't even remember how far back the nearest town was..."

"Hmph." Leaning down to pick up his dropped tower shield, Edmund return his gandasa to his belt. If this thing moves on any of us, I'll rip it to shreds with my own fangs. At least this gives whatever it is a false sense of security. He slings the shield up into place again. "Where in the nine hells did the madman go? He won't escape due punishment so easily."

Edmund's face holds no joy as he stares at the man coldly. "As an initiate of the Hellknights, I bring order with me where I walk. In the face of five witnesses, I find you guilty of assault, attempted murder, and disturbing the peace. Receive your just punishment." He twists the blade for good measure and thrusts the polearm deeper into the man's body.

Yeah - Ed isn't stopping even if the guy drops his weapon. He never said anything about giving the person a second chance. Notice his comment about listening to his ally was past-tense, not present.

there was a typo on mine. Should've said "should have listened to him."

Getting annoyed with the madman's incessant ducking and dodging, Edmund drops his shield, grips his short polearm with two hands, and moves with a downward arc of the weapon's blade.

"Your friend..."

"...is right, and you should listened to him."

AC temporarily 21 due to lack of shield

No worries. Shirak specifically mentioned tripping in his post is why I asked.

As the maddened fool turns his back to Edmund, the tiefling rears back and stabs towards the man's spine.

But apparently luck is just not with him this day. Geeze, such rolls!

Wouldn't him standing from prone and/or charging past me/leaving my threatened area provoke an attack of opportunity? Plus, forgiveness, but charging requires at least 10' of movement, and if the map is any judge, he only moved 5'.

Edmund shakes his head and the poor fool. He ducks low and comes up with a wicked arc of his gandasa, the short polearm moving like an extension of his arm.

He then shifts his body so as to give his allies access to his new assailant.

5' step from m1 to n0

Caught off guard, the madman manages to strike a blow on Edmund, but the rusty blade scapes easily off of the thick scale armor the tiefling is wearing, and the tiefling's eyes narrow at the man. Just gonna sit right here and wait for my initiative to make a crazy-kabob...

"Fine, if it means we don't have to be harassed by unknown entities, then by all means, let's investigate." Edmund flicks his tail in annoyance.

Edmund proceeds to follow, but keeps his weapon and shield out for trouble, since they're apparently hunting down the source of their auditory assault. "We should proceed with caution. Don't assume everything can be reasoned with. It is useful when it can and saves effort, but sometimes offering to parley is only giving up the element of surprise." He pauses and scratches his chin with his tail. "Though, I admit, getting clues from a tree is new to me, so exceptions may of course be made. Still...one offer is enough. After that it is hands empty of weapons or chest full of them. Repetitious offers to talk are wasteful kindness."

Edmund nods at Torcet. "Indeed. We've too much to do to layabout examining every mystery that has nothing to do with us."

I'm still here - just waiting to see what happens before I type my reaction.

Seeing as he hasn't exactly been assaulted yet, Edmund makes no move yet to strike the impending voice, but furrows his brow. He rolls his eyes at his companions. "Yes, let's all just offer this random magical stranger assaulting our ability to perceive the environment a bunch of hugs and fairy dust, while we're at it."

He turns to look at the triangle in the distance and raises a brow. He doesn't really know what to make of this phenomenon, but decides to focus on the more immediate conversation. He turns to the voice near his ear, gandasa in hand, ready to impale anyone sneaking up on him. The warrior growls. "Enough of this foolishness. I have no time for idle games. Show yourself, and I better see empty hands, or I will not be so kind as my companions' offers."

I'm so sorry :( that last one was on me n my fault completely. Anyway to edit it now?

You can usually edit your posts up to 1 hour after they've been posted, including the alias you use.

Edmund draws his tower shield and gandasa and starts to shake his head in annoyance. Sure, just let the enemy know you're terrified. Blasted cowards.

Edmund grits his teeth and as soon as the druid speaks in common rolls his eyes. "...And there it is." he mutters to no one in particular in common.

His muscles tighten and he raises the massive wall of wood and starts to circle the tree where the sound came from...

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

...apparently easily distracted by his annoyance.

Edmund marches on past the guards and their stares. He's used to it, of course, and has been for years, though he has to admit to himself: There certainly have been more stares since leaving Cheliax, I suppose...and I thought tieflings had a bad rep there...hmph, pathetic peasants wouldn't know glory if it walked past them and stared them in the eye.

Remaining silent, his tail whips in disdain, and he looks on to the others with him, but then returns his eyes to the road. It's only when his ears perk up at the lack of sound that he stops, hands reaching to his weapon and shield. "Hold. Something seems...wrong. There's an unease in the air. I don't like it."

Sounds good to me. Should we get started then?

No it sounds fine to me. Leads to that or your missing person, whatever is easiest for the GM.

Ed is evil, so he needs something selfish to motivate him, but he's lawful evil, like Magneto, so he can play with the good guys when it suits his purpose without backstabbing anyone. He isn't evil for evil's sake or a psychopath. He's just selfish and organized and strong willed, so when he sets his mind to something, he will let his ends justify the means.

So if he has a goal, he can be a real team player.

Trying to find connections we could have between characters...

Kusanorr, I don't see any kind of story, personality, or anything to work with on your character. I just see "I'm a Kasatha with two arms instead of four" so I'm not sure why Edmund would know you or travel with you, etc.

I'd say Edmund has in common with Torcet a desire to put emotions on the back burner. Edmund is curious about his fiendish heritage - he's not sure if the man who raised him is really his father, and somewhere at least two generations down the line is some obvious diabolism, so any investigation into that he can do could be useful. He would be willing to offer protection as a partnership to team up and find out more.

Daka is also a race typically shunned by men, and the tiefling counts himself less judged by half orcs, so he would have little issue with him (even though Ed is not by any stretch of the imagination good). Having a hard time finding out how else they would be connected. Which god, by the way, are you a cleric of?

Hello. Checking in here. I'm at EST if it matters (Florida).

Thanks for the invite, GM.

Will give some more interaction after I finish church. Have a great morning.

Hi. This is TGTG. This alias was created for a game that pretty much ended as soon as it started - the GM flaked hard due to depression, and the rest of us players tried to keep it going between his posts, but alas, players can't hold a game together when a GM won't show.

Edmund is a spoiled bastard son of a Chelish noble woman, who's father denies his heritage and swears due to his overwhelming fiendish features that his wife cheated on him with a devil and that Edmund is half fiend and not a mere tiefling. Whether that is true or not, Ed doesn't know for sure, but he does know that as soon as his mother dies he loses all the comfort and status that nobility brought him.

Edmund was originally designed to be a Hellknight wannabee, working his way into the Order of the Nail in a game set in Korvosa, but I think in your game he'd be better set as a newbie in one of the orders, perhaps the Order of the Pike, sent east to Taldor to deal with some troubles brewing up there with monsters (since the Pike deals with monsters, is a lesser order, and seems like it would have the greatest reason for traveling in my opinion of the orders).

Edmund is looking for glory. The knighthood was a means to an ends to establish himself as a legitimate noble, but any means to power will do. He's arrogant, proud, but very disciplined and believes strongly in order - it's one of the reasons he joined the Hellknights.

You should know I don't plan on going for either of the Hellknight prestige classes. Mechanically, I just think they don't fit any of my goals. I just like the organization, you know? Edmund is devil-blooded tiefling, a phalanx fighter aiming for the Stalwart Defender prestige class.

I'm going to have to tweak him, as he was designed with 20 point buy, 3 traits, and 2 background skills, but you can get a good look at him in this alias for how he would flow before I finish tweaking him up.

As fighters are generally considered a modicum weaker than your average class, I was wondering what you thought of the optional stamina rules from Unchained that give them a little more "oomph" compared to other classes.

Yeah, I liked your styles. Hit me up if any of you are looking for a player in another game.

If it updates daily.

I would've loved to stay...If we actually played... but multiple weeks without update is just beyond what I'm willing to participate in

I don't think it needs to be said, as this is clearly more dead than a lich taking a nap, but I'm out.

Sorry guys. Fighting another infection. Worst two weeks ever. Will update when I can.

Might not post for a couple of days. Really bad side effects from medicine I'm taking. Sorry.

"Tellis was always a man able to find out things from people. Perhaps he could inquire as to the whereabouts or more information of this 'Shepherd' person."

I'm genuinely suprised. Abyssal is always in my top languages with casters...abyssal, celestial, draconic, infernal, sylvan, and then the elementals. Gotta command those summon spells.

Edmund shakes his head as he looks around the place and snatches the note off the door with his tail, flipping the dagger over in his hand absently as he tries to make sense of it.

But as it's Abyssal and not Infernal or Common, it all looks like gibberish to him. "What in the hells kind of gobbledygook chicken scratch is this? Leandric, Sclivian, you two are words men, what does it say?"

It sounds like, by the way the GM worded it, he's handwaving the pickup without any incident on the way back to the house. I hope so 'cause I'm up for some plot advancement.

Kinda seems that way. It's been, what, a week?

"This time I will agree with all of you."

He nods and flexes his muscular frame. "Count yourself blessed, simpleton. My friends are far kinder than I. As you all say; let us get back to the embassy house. I do not need this irritation further."

Well I DID say provided the crowd had cleared. I very much specified that. I suppose we can say Marcus saw me get ready and grabbed my fist as I was rearing back for the blow, because he noticed the crowd hadn't quite cleared. The conversation could have been otherwise whispered.

"I understand what you are saying, but it also seems you think he should just get away without any repercussions."

Frankly, I figured a commoner would be out cold from a nearly max damage punch. NPCs don't usually get max HP for first level like PCs do, commoner is a d6, and most stay arrays for them are not kind in terms of constitution.

"Well, not anymore." Edmund cracks his knuckles. "I would have said the punch evened it out. It was Marcus who talked about him bringing a mob. I was simply being prudent, as you always said, Hiram. He's just a nobody drunk. Why risk retribution over some idiot's life when the river is right there? Nobody forced him to do such foolishness or start anything with a superior." He flicks his tail in annoyance. "Do whatever you want. As I said, it was my intent originally to merely knock the fool out."

Do not channel Algus. Do NOT channel Algus. DO NOT CHANNEL ALGUS!

Do you have any idea how hard it was, after having beaten Final Fantasy Tactics like 40 times, to NOT call the drunkard a common animal not worth our time? No, Ed is not Algus. Stop it. The honor angle was a good route...I think.

"Considering he isn't going to get off riling a mob up against me and then insulting me further upon their dispersal, it sounds like you're saying that, given there's no witnesses, I should have slit the fool's throat and thrown him in the river. A prudent decision, I suppose, but I figured knocking him out to sleep it off would be the kinder alternative for insulting my honor...but if you think he will do as you say and round up another mob, well, pragmaticism would dictate killing him."

Edmund shrugs, as if this is more of an annoyance than anything. "Foolish end to a fool," He mutters, intending to (and probably unable to) walk around Marcus.

"What are you doing, man? You said it yourself, he could bring a mob to the lady's house. What...did you want to do it yourself?"

"I assure you, I already have relatives waiting for me there. I'm already on my way, and I'm just working on getting a good room." He smiles a toothy, fang filled grin and puts his weaponry and shield away now that the crowd has dispersed.

"Friends, I thank you for your defense. I can't remember ever having a drunken crowd back down from me when already riled up...and it seems our chunky assailant is all alone....and he spit at me. Excuse me just a moment, gentlemen."

Ed looks around carefully to make sure there are no other witnesses.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Provided nobody else hung around after the crowd dispensed, Edmund balls up a fist and cold clocks the drunkard square across the nose.

Unarmed: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Nonlethal Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Next time it won't be my fist."

Edmund takes a defensive stance but doesn't bring his blade to bear.

Low charisma. Ed is hated and he knows it.

Edmund nods to his friend and tutor. "I see them, Hiram. Oh, yes, a proper welcoming committee. You know, after what I paid for that drivel of a meal, I was hoping it came with free entertainment."

He turns back to the portly man and sneers. "Oh, yes, let's see. I was going to eat her? Unless something of a more sacrificial nature would be more inflammatory to your sensitivities, we could then say I was going to offer her up as a sacrifice to Asmodeus. Would that help you justify your current situation?"

He hefts his shield off his back, pulls out his gandasa. "Yes, I was going to do whatever justifies your assault to a child for stealing from me. Now just imagine what I'm likely to do to a grown man or that pissed me off, or three idiots hiding in a crowd trying to sneak up on me."

I'm fine to move along.

"Oh, shut up and drink your tea, old man."

Ed grins, well, fiendishly, as if he had any other means of grinning, and upon getting the guards information, he will head back to his table to eat, drink, and try and put this annoyance behind him.

Ed notes their badge numbers and won't cause trouble, then. He has three witnesses in Sclivian, Leandric, and Hiram. That should be sufficient should it come to trouble, legally speaking.

Actually this would, most likely, be satisfactory to Edmundm...If he thought the "not giving me my damn money back" part was legit. I am assuming they have badges of position as guards. Do they have identifying numbers? Ed would make a note of this, because how is he to tell some dirty guards wouldn't skim his cash and say the girl didn't have anything.

"Ah, yes. ...and your names? So I can report this incident to your supervisors, and know who to say referred me when I come to collect my money? 20 gold is not a trifle."

Edmund seems to be looking irritated that he cannot get his money.

It's cool. Did you see the last post? B*tch better have my money! Plenty of room to scrap with that.

Was already handing her over as I asked casually...but since you pointed out I didn't get my money...

"Our meals should be ready by now, anyway, since Marcus has been waiting so patiently. There's simply the matter of reacquiring my stolen goods."

Is Edmund Charthagnion gonna have to choke a b*tch?!

Edmund (presumably sinceI was not told otherwise) finding his cash, nods and holds the little wretch out by the ankle he grasps, dangling her upside down. "Yes, of course. Sclivian, what by chance is the punishment for thievery in Korvosa of visiting dignitaries in an amount of 20 gold? I am just curious."

Oh, such a shame I don't speak the language

"Have it your way. You were given your choice, thief. The ankles it is."

Edmund grips the kid like a vice while Hiram manacles her up, then flips her upside and starts to drag her by the ankles back to the bar full of guards.

"Really, Hiram, it's like they want to be punished. I mean, really, who looks at me and says, 'you know, I think it would be a good idea to piss that guy off,' to themselves? It's honestly better that rif-raff like this spends some time in a cell to ponder her stupidity."

As he's walking down the street, he looks around at the concerned citizens. [b]"Yes, yes, oh, I'm a horrible person, stare at me. That's why I'm walking right into a bar full of Sable Marines and Korvosan Guards. Because I'm also the world's stupidest monster, apparently. This kid stole from me. Speaking of which..."

A thorough, but not invasive, pat down for stolen goods follows.

Take 20, result 23