Day 6 - Hail Edmund Fodder!
Hail Edmund Fodder, my brother! He joined the company as just another hired sword — quiet, dependable, nothing special. That changed fast.
Within a day, he threw himself into a brawl to save my Cultist brothers, getting his foot absolutely ruined in the process. Didn’t even flinch. Just stood there, bleeding and victorious, like some sort of mangled hero.
Immediately after the battle — foot mangled, brain still somewhere between here and the afterlife — Edmund entered a horse race. Not with a horse. Against one. He could barely limp, let alone run, but against all odds, through sheer spite or divine error, he beat the horse to the finish line, severely concussing himself in the process. The prize? 1800 crowns, the maximum payable, all in hard coin.
But now, his time has come. It is time to retire Edmund — not because he failed me, but because he gave everything for the company, and there is no one else I would trust more. His foot, his brain cells, his dignity… even in his last goodbye, he continues to benefit the company, by helping us unlock the Sergeant Retinue.
Farewell, Edmund brother. Ride off into the sunset with your well-earned retirement fund, preferably at walking speed. You’ve more than earned it.
Posted Oct 14, 2025, 12:46 PM UTC