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Jerax is now updated and ready for character submission. The towering tiefling spent the first half of his life in Longacre. He grew up inside The Helping Hand, and has had many interactions with Sheriff Rhona Staelish, and briefly met Archbaron Darellus Fex before Jerax's trip to Egorian.
Ms. Venici!! Great to see you again! If you're applying to this campaign, competition's gonna be tough! I can vouch for Alessandra. And she's smoky hot for a half-orc!!
Jerax Hellfire has had his backstory perfected over 4 failed HV Campaigns. He's currently Gestalt, so I need to change that.
Wonderful news! Glad you're on the mend!
Okay. Come back soon.
The loud heavy hoof falls of Jerax thunder from the darkness as he arrives to mete out pain. The towering tiefling roars at the thieves.
The towering tiefling quietly waits for his cue to show himself.
Jerax stands rock still waiting for the intruders to make a fatal error.
That sounds damn near pleasant.
Jerax will position himself near the back entrance.
Jerax folds his muscular arms. "Sounds like a lot of people are about to learning things 'the hard way."
Jerax silently nods with the noble's suggestions. "Yeah! Let's get 'em!"
And so Jerax, Alessandra, and Maximillian walk up to Fex Manor in hopes of having a conversation with one or more of the House Guards.
I like the flavor. And I'd be interested in submitting a character as more character creation rules become more definite.
The towering tiefling nods the affirmative, then looks for confirmation from the noble.
Infernal, In response: "If that is what you think is best, I will support your decision and we will confront these 'Agents of law'."
The towering tiefling walks through the crowd, parting it in his wake. Jerax comes to stand next to Bolgart at the pillory.
The knight of Asmodeus turns to the crowd. "When I was younger, I spent a lot of time in that pillory. One time, I refused to shut up and Sheriff Staelish kept me in for three days straight. Three straight days of pissing on myself, mosquitos I couldn't swat, and the barest minimum of sleep. Looks like Caggan's on the 'troubled tiefling plan'", Jerax laughed, slapping the barkeep's rear in jest. The towering tiefling's tone then became serious and threatening. "Go home. If you have a problem with house guards, avoid them. Like most of your neighbors. I've seen harder measures to crack down on insurrections in other communities. Archbaron Fex is being lenient."
Can't Jerax be horrific AND d1ckish?
Jerax shrugs. "Sounds like a plan. I will held back to Ash House and try to get some rest."
To my knowledge, Jerax is staying with the gestalt classes he has. Though under the right circumstances (i.e. killing a devil of great level than you), Jerax could change from armiger to hellknight.
"No. I occur he's told us all we can. That being said: Damn woman! You are amazingly sexy when you inquisit! If I held the bard any lower, he'd no doubt feel my appreciation of your talents poking his back", Jerax winked slyly at the half-orc.
Jerax marches (carries) the bard out of the bar and all the way to the jail if need be.
Jerax tries to take the lousy entertainer into a grapple.
The towering tiefling sulks. "But I like bloodshed. Especially when other people are shedding the blood."
"If there is nothing else right now I'll do a perimeter walk of the town. Maybe find some clues of The Angel Knight business. If nothing pops up I'll likely walk back to The Ash House" Jerax announced.
So it looks unanimous on the gestalt thing. Thats fine if you feel more comfortable like this with a smaller group. No 3pp though. Jerax remains a god only in his head. Okay. I have gestalted the antipaladiin with fighter (armiger). There should be no change to Jerax's backstory or prior actions.
The towering tiefling grins despite himself and give the noble a nod of respect.
Oh...my....Eiseth.... we could actually do so?? Jerax can gestalt as a godling?
No. Please don't gestalt the party. Jerax will have to discover he's secretly the son of Asmodeus as a godling NOOOOOOO!
Jerax sighs as he leans back in his chair supported by his long legs.
Disrespecting the Elderly: Disappointed, Jerax intends to make Maretia suffer for the time they have together. No orifice is unused to it's fullest, no crevasse untainted by Jerax's perversions.
Later that evening, Jerax returns what's left of Maretia to the Rohalendi household.
Maretia's Fate: Rather than write a lengthy ERP post with Maretia that nobody with taste would want to read, I'd like to state what Jerax wants to accomplish with the old woman.
During the Act
After the Act
Hell Porch: "Fine", Jerax spat, clearly disappointed. "This evening, then. After dinner?"
The towering tiefling picks up Maretia like a toddler in his red muscular arms. "I shall take my new cum depository into town and bring her back if she survives."
Does Longacre have a hotel? I have not been able to find any mention of one in the media I have access to.
Hell Porch: The dark haired woman cackles unpleasantly and glares. "I ain't serve NO ONE! Cause ain't none of them worth a damn! Spend decades of your life trying to keep daggers and dicks out your backside not able to get nothin worth doin done and you'll see as I sees. All their pretty talk is just that; talk!" With a speed belying her age the old woman picks up an ivory cane from behind her and starts enthusiastically beating the door next to her."DOCTOR! DOCTOR! GET OUT HERE GIRL YOU GOT VISITORS!"
Jerax shakes his head. "Old and bitter. I suppose that's typical of those unbelievers who stare down into The Pit, knowing it comes for them soon. It's a shame. You were nearly interesting." When Doctor Rohalendi makes her appearance, Jerax cuts off any questions but just answering, "She's training."
Rohalendi Front Porch:
Jerax pushes his advantage by sticking his right thumb in the chubby old woman's face.
"Here! Pleasure this thumb as if it were the head of my throbbing red cock! You must surely be out of practice!!" The other woman doesn't lift a finger in protest and simply cackles wildly at the assault only pausing when Alessandra addresses her. Rather than responding immediately the dark haired woman frowns as she inspects Alessandra head to toe in a way that makes Alessandra feel like shes back to being an acolyte about to be berated by an elder sister. And much like those days this one is never satisfied even with perfection. The towering tiefling looks from the crueler old woman and the inquisitor. "Huh? You know your infernal iconography, ma'am. Well done! Whom do you serve?"
Rohalendi Front Porch: Jerax gives Alessandra a quick smirk. Then the towering tiefling advances on the chubbier old woman, and squeezes her face, forcing her mouth open. As she no doubt cries out in pain, Jerax looks to be examining her mouth and teeth. . Seeming to be satisfied, Jerax lets go of the old woman's face, and begins to interrogate. "How are your knees, woman!" The asmodean follows up this question by giving both of the old woman's knees a quick squeeze. "I demand all servants to kneel before me, as I see fit!" "Have you done anal? Have you had a red, hard cock jammed up your a$$ and fu<ked, old woman! Answer me!!" Regardless of the answer, Jerax nods with approval. "You will do. First, you will be shaven. No doubt it's been years since you've tended to your 'garden'. And you shall do as I please or your soul is forfeit! Swear to me!!"
The towering tiefling walks up to the two old crones. "Greetings, ladies. Is Doctor Rohalendi in?"
Walking along side Alessandra, Jerax ponders aloud.
The towering tiefling smiles inwardly enjoying the discussion with the alluring inquisitor.
The knight of Asmodeus reads the full contents of the letter to the inquisitor.
"But the matter of the 'Good Doctor' remains", Jerax posed aloud. "I want to use this information to not only get leverage over her, but dominate. For my own purposes. But just how to go about it? I don't have the 300 gold. Just the information she owes the gold. Hmmm." The towering tiefling ponders.
"Sounds like a good plan", Jerax nods. "May The Lord of the Pit bless your efforts."
"One more point of business, M'Lord", the towering tiefling steps forward to present a letter. "My informant on the city docks has acquired a missive, which comes from the Longacre's doctor to her noble cousin. Apparently, she had just been informed she owes nearly 300 gold in back taxes. And while she can keep the hospice running for a few weeks yet, she will not be able to pay off the debt likely costing the town one of it's more available medical professionals. This may be a good opportunity to squeeze the Good Doctor for information about The Angel Knight and The Glorious Reclamation."
The halfing domo leads Jerax to Archbaron Fex office to see the lovely Ms. Venici and two new people, a fellow tiefling by the looks of it and a snobby-looking human with pale hair. Great. Another noble. The red-skinned tiefling grumbled inwardly. As social rules dictate, the towering tiefling bowwed before Archbaron first.
The 6'6, red-skinned tiefling nods to the other unknown occupants of the office. He has two red horns jutting out from his temples, with long black hair. The native outsider is wearing black chainmail armor, with a tabard of Asmodeus draped over it, and has a holy symbol of Asmodeus prominently displayed on his neck, two sets of spiked chain hangs from his belt, one masterwork, one not. The tiefling's feet end in two heavy black hooves, with a narrow red tail swaying under a black battle kilt. "Gentlemen. I am Jerax Hellfire, Knight of Asmodeus, serving under Archbaron Fex."
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