Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Beta Group

Edmond Deathwish

OOC: I come after only two days and find flurry of activity. I'll backtrack a little bit. It was holiday in my country yesterday...


Edmond notices discomfort his question brought to little one and he turns starting to apologize and explain when big barbarian starts his tirade.

Edmond listens impassively. "This one can barely control his rage. It's not like he is only one that suffered by the hands of Gaedren."

As big barbarian starts toward Dj'ahn, Edmond tenses preparing in his mind movements needed to stop him. As half-orc kneels observant watcher might notice slight upward curve of Edmond's lips and ease of tension.

"Hmm, there is more then rage in this one. He still needs watching, but at least I can turn my back on him when not enraged."

As everyone said their piece Edmond adds little bit of his own:
First to Dj'ahn:
I apologize if I disturbed you, it wasn't my intention. I remember you from several years ago when I was one of Little Lamms. And it's hard to forget you. Edmond manages a smile.

Looking up to Thorson until he met his eyes:
Charging through front door in Gaedren' hideout will expose you to an array of traps and maybe even magical wards. He didn't survive so long for being careless. And we can at least look around.

I was one of Little Lamms and if those thugs paid little more attention to me I could have become one of them. Instead their greed and cruelty pushed me firmly in the hands of Irori and against them.

I can prevent him from running and also can try to stop you from killing him while enraged, but I want your permission to do so. I don't want us to come to blows for that afterwards. And I agree that it's better to kill him then to let him escape.

We should however try not to kill him, guards can do that legaly for us. We just need to hand him to them. And once we destroy his resources and disband Little Lamms to church shelters and honest jobs he won't be coming back.

That said, what are we waiting for? motioning to Dj'ahn to start moving and noticing that he is waving in the wind of his passing

Thorson glowers as Edmond speaks, his lack of pleasure plainly evident.
Stopping me from doing something that I would regret, if only for Lynn's sake is acceptable, but I don't plan on letting him go to the guards. The justice of this city has failed, I have no intentions of letting it fail again.

As for you, a man who boasts that he could have been a thug if only the thugs had appreciated him more is not a man who inspires anything within me except distrust, even when speaking of good deeds. I will be watching you.

With those parting words, Thorson turns back and continues to follow the enigmatic little halfling.

Edmond Deathwish

Edmond animates from his usual monotone:
It is not a boast, orc, but a simple fact. I was dying of hunger and whatever else Gaedren did, he saved me from dying in the sewers. You haven't lived under him for years, you arrogant oaf! He was only thing I knew, what we all knew. I helped those weaker then my self within Little Lamms, but such life as it was of petty crime was all I knew at the time. You presume too much by taking your self right to judge me!

Slight smile crease Edmonds lips and he continues in calmer tone.

I'm guilty of same crime, I judged you not in full control of you faculties until you managed to calm Dj'ahn. He was always a nervous one.

You are not the only one to suffer from his hands, so stop behaving as if you are.

All that you say may be true, it matters little to me, but have care if you hurl insults at me again, I may not be able to restrain myself.

Thorson flashes his rather large canines at Edmond in a half-snarl.

And No, I don't imagine that I'm the only one who has suffered, but until someone else proves capable of delivering vengeance on Lamm for all that he has done, I'm going to take that on as my job and I'll need a good sized piece of him to work with. His other victims can have what's left.

Enough, we'll fall behind Dj'ahn if we keep arguing and I don't want him doing anything dangerous without the rest of us ready to bail him out.

Moving along Lancet street in the waning daylight, Dj'hân pauses to peer curiously at Edmond once the man admits to being a former member of the Little Lamms. The admission elicits mixed feelings of doubt, familiarity and trepidation in the tiny guttersnipe. Although he could recall some instances of kindness and camaraderie amongst Lamm's urchins, by and large the children competed and fought each other to establish their position in the gang's pecking order. Being the smallest and weakest amongst them, that meant that most of Lamm's urchins had bullied and abused him as mercilessly as did Gaedren himself.

Since having fled the gang, Dj'hân had sought to avoid the attention of any of the other Little Lamms for fear that they'd try to beat or capture him in an attempt to curry their master's favor. Although he claimed to have similarly left the Little Lamms, this holy man seemed to the urchin to be a tangible embodiment of all those things that he sought to elude.
Turning to continue on down the street, the little guttersnipe tries to find Edmond amidst his own turbid memories. Was he one of the bad ones? Did he ever beat me?...

Leading the way towards the piers, Dj'hân soon turns off the main streets in favor of a circuitous route through shadowy back alleys, vacant lots and little known shortcuts. Keeping out of sight seems to be a regular way-of-life for the little guttersnipe. Being only knee-high to his giant companions, the halfling boy has to maintain a leisurely jog to stay ahead of the quartet. Although he has the tireless stamina of an energetic child, eventually even Dj'hân begins huffing and puffing from the exertion.[sblock=Dr Simon]OOC: Dj'hân is aiming to lead the group stealthily to a concealed spot in proximity to the fishery from which they can observe the place in relative safety and anonymity.[/sblock]

The tension between Edmond and Thorson was palpable. Lynn hoped that this would not grow into anything greater, no it must not. If she had her own say, she certainly didn't have any confidence in the law of the city, but she could not afford to throw any fuel on the fire, one side or the other. It would be better if this conversation went in a different direction. Besides there were some thing she wanted to know.

Edmond, I think you know more about Lamm than the rest of us, perhaps you could tell us a little on the way. How long ago where you one of the Little Lamms? Is there anything we ought to know about before we get there?

She glanced up at the raven perched on her shoulder.

Keep an eye on the little one Ed. We don't want to lose Dj'hân.

A few ackward flaps became something more graceful and the bird went up into the darkening sky. Lynn turned back to the guant warrior an expectant look in her eyes.

Edmond Deathwish

Several years have passed since I left Little Lamms. And I cannot tell you much more then we already know. Gaedren normaly shows when he has something that needs to be done. Otherwise he keeps to himself. He is cruel man, but in his own way did some good by keeping some of the children alive. Of course, he killed some of them himself, but for most, being Little Lamm meant less trouble and more food on the streets.

I don't know if he actualy enjoys cruelty the way his goons do, but he is capable of torturing the child for days simply for doubtful hope the child might know something of value.

With this last words, Edmonds voice flattens out totaly, he walks stiff and his face is carefuly set neutral mask.

West Pier 17 is not far from Zellara's house, just a short way north, but it is already dark by the time you arrive. The city of Korvosa is quiet, almost unnaturally so as if it were waiting to exhale.

The Old Fishery is a rickety building where every angle is askew. The building juts out over the water of the Jeggare River, its eastern end supported by pilings encrusted with weed and barnacles. Double doors onto the street are shut tight, and the windows are all boarded over. To the north, a loading ramp leads into what looks like a courtyard from where you hide in the shadows. To the south, a boardwalk of old warped planks clings to the edge of the building and leads out to an sail-less sloop, listing slightly in the water. A faint flicker of light shines through the boards of the nearest window on the south wall, but there are no other signs of life.

Dj'hân leads the group behind a row of discarded shipping crates at the mouth of a shadowy alleyway. He pauses to catch his breath while peeking around the stack. Turning to peer up at his companions, the halfling guttersnipe jerks a thumb over his shoulder and whispers. "There's the old Pier 17 fishery there across the way. So, you all going to hide here while I go take a closer look?" [sblock=OOC]If the others are amenable, Dj'hân will stealthily approach the fishery to spy around the edges of boarded-up windows, doors or gaps in the wall's planks; anywhere through which light can be seen. Given enough time to peek and listen, he'd like to complete a full circuit of the building before reporting back to the party. Dj'hân also intends to keep an eye out for thug and urchin lookouts who might be stationed in the neighborhood around the fishery.[/sblock]

Lynn eyed the building critically from their hiding place. Now what? She didn't like the idea of the little halfling boy sneaking about. Lynn glanced at Edmond and Thorson, well maybe Dj'hân was the better choice after all. He had survived on the street a long time after all. Finally she nodded and said in a low voice.

Alright, but you take off if there is any trouble. And I am going to send Ed, to keep an eye on you.

She glanced over at the raven perched nearby.

Got that Ed?

The dark bird cocked its head to one side and stared a moment, then bobbed its acknowledgement.