Edgar Poe

* Edgar
* Cyber Edgar
* Pontif Edgar

## Before Season 3

### "*Pik Pik* Want Some Cookies?" - Edgar Poe

While most yourdles worship Gaia and task themselves as protectors of life, there exists a mysterious legend of the Raven Yourdles. These yourdles are instead sent to a secret monastery, where they are tasked with serving as the messengers and priests of Kefka, God of Death.

  Edgar was raised in this monastery, never knowing his real parents, and dedicating his early life to learning about healing, medicine, and the path of Kefka. When his training was over, he was sent across the continent to work as a doctor and enforcer of Church practices.

  One day, he arrived late at a small village in the Heavenly Kingdom of Man. The village was already taken over by a contamination in the water, which lead to the poisoning of the population, except for a surprisingly resilient old man who Edgar ultimately wasn’t able to save, but who lived long enough to give Edgar his secret cookie recipe, and to tell him a story of a great heroic Cleric so powerful he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying.

  Edgar was outraged. The cycle of death cannot be maintained if immortal beings are allowed on mortal planes, that was one of the fundamental laws of Kefka. Even so, he was intrigued by the adventures of this heroic figure, and how his tales still inspire and affect so many people.

  However, the man died before he could tell Edgar the end to his fantastic tale. Wishing he had arrived sooner so he could’ve saved the village and heard the end of the Old man´s tale, and inspired by the adventure of the heroic cleric, he had an epiphany.  He didn’t needed to be faster IF HE WAS EVERYWHERE, but being omnipresent isn’t very feasible, so instead he limited himself to the creation of an undead task force of doctors, who could easily be summoned or sent to regions which needed the saving blessings of Kefka.

  With that goal in mind, he asked for approval of the church as a missionary, and set out to the new Ladian Empire, where he plans to become a Heroic Cleric and rid the world of sickness.

## Season 3

During the events of season 3 Edgar fought and defended the Ladian Empire as part of the Vulcan Team, growing in power and popularity along the way. Eventually acquiring the Amulet of the Dead, which allowed him to control a great number of undead that Edgar employed in battle as his holy undead army.

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## After Season 3

After the Vulcan Team saved the world and stopped the space worm, Edgar continued dedicating his life to Kefka and increasing his worship in the Ladian Empire. The remaining of his life went as follows:

* After waking up, Edgar and Kalius journeyed into Sotenheim to burry Rodrick’s knife as it was his last wish. He also found out “Soten” was the name of one of the Dragon Slayers, who had been mysteriously erased from history. But Edgar is a raven not a robin, so he did not investigate further.
* Funded the Church of the Kefka (name pending), situated in the Ladian Empire, with funding provided by Kalius. Which quickly became the hub of Kefka worship in the continent.
* Found a new Sailor Girl partner, who eventually became Edgar’s right-hand women and a devotee of Kefka.
* Edgar was promoted to Pontiff of Kefka.
* Edgar dies of natural causes.
* Upon death Edgar joins Kefka´s rank of angels, and now aids in transporting souls into the afterlives, and helps some in preventing their own untimeliness demise.

Trivia:

* Edgar killed 200 Crab people, in the battle for Koltar's Pass.
* Edgar is asexual.

## The Teachings of Edgar

During his travels and missionary work, Edgar become known for his wisdom and knowledge, here are some passages from stories surrounding Edgar.

### **Passage 1 – The Pupils Anger**

Edgar once heard two of his pupils quarreling. One who was known for their gentle nature, while the other possessed a sharp intellect and a kind heart, but their temper was easily ignited. If they desired something, the student would pursue it relentlessly, and no one could deter them. When faced with opposition, their anger would erupt like a sudden storm.

One day, after an intense fit of rage, the pupil coughed up blood, and fear gripped their heart. They approached Edgar, trembling, and implored, "What should I do with my body? I fear my time is limited. Perhaps it's best for me to cease my studies and work. You, Edgar, are like a father to me. Please, guide me in caring for my body."

Edgar responded, "You, my pupil, have a misconception about your own body. It's not your studies or your work that bring you harm, but rather your unchecked anger that is the root cause of your troubles."

"I shall help you realize this truth. Recall the quarrel between you and Nou-Wui. He swiftly found his peace and happiness, while it took you an extended period to quell your anger. Should you persist on this path, your lifespan will be shortened. Every time a fellow student utters words you find disagreeable, your fury flares. In our school, there are a thousand pupils. Should each one offend you only once, you'll experience a thousand fits of temper in a single year. Your life will surely dwindle unless you grasp greater control over yourself. Allow me to pose some questions to you:

"How many teeth do you possess?"

"I have thirty-two teeth, Master."

"And how many tongues?"

"Only one."

Edgar then smacked the student in the mouth with his staff, breaking three of his front teeth and causing the student to spit a mountain of blood onto the floor.

When the student simply looked up and asked “Why?”, Edgar responded "Observe, the teeth are lost due to their unyielding nature, relentlessly pursuing their desires. They are rigid and often inflict pain upon the tongue. Yet, the tongue never retaliates against the teeth. It endures through it all, steadfast until the end, even as the teeth succumb to decay. The tongue embodies tranquility and gentleness in its interactions with the teeth. It never flares in anger or fights against them, even when the teeth are at fault. Instead, the tongue dutifully aids the teeth in their tasks, assisting in the preparation of nourishment for man. Meanwhile, the teeth seldom lend aid to the tongue and frequently resist its movements.”

The student was enlightened instantly.

### **Passage 2 – The Hunter and the Swan**

One day, while a man was immersed in a garden's tranquility, fate intervened. An injured swan plummeted near him, an arrow embedded in its body. It was evident that the bird had fallen victim to a hunter's arrow.

Witnessing the swan's plight, the man's heart swelled with compassion, compelling him to aid the wounded creature. He gingerly removed the arrow and skillfully dressed its wound with soothing ointment. Amidst these acts of kindness, a hunter approached the man, searching for something.

As the hunter drew near, the man addressed him, "Greetings, the matter at hand pertains to you. Fetch it for me, if you will. I found this swan, which had been injured. My intervention saved its life. Therefore, I hold a rightful claim over it."

In response, the hunter asserted, "No, I am the one who hunted down this swan. My efforts and diligence have granted me the right to it."

A discourse over the swan's ownership ensued, prompting them to seek the judgment of a higher authority. Finding Edgar nearby the hunter spoke first, "Great priest, I hold the utmost right over this swan, for I am its hunter. I implore you to instruct this man to surrender it to me."

Gently intervening, Edgar requested both to present their cases. In response, the man narrated the sequence of events, explaining, "Saint Edgar, this swan was indeed hunted, yet fate led it to me, injured and seeking refuge. Witnessing its suffering, I tended to its wounds, preserving its life. Thus, I assert that the swan's true guardian is me."

Edgar meticulously weighed the matter before issuing a profound judgment. Pointing his staff towards the man, a swarm of locust quickly drained all life from the man, killing him instantly. Edgar then retorted, “I have killed this man, does he belong to me?”.

The hunter began to shake in fear, “I don’t know…”

Edgar than quickly revied the man, returning him to life. “And you, I have brought you back from the dead, to whom do you owe your soul?”

The man began to shake in fear, “I don’t know…”

Edgar then declared, “In the great tapestry of existence, life cannot be easily traded. The Gods give and take, for you to own this swan, would be the same as me owning this man.”

The two men were enlightened instantly.

The swan was enlightened instantly.

### **Passage 3 – The Blind Man**

In a distant town veiled in skepticism, there resided a blind man known for his astute logic and rationality. The town's inhabitants had endeavored to convey to him the existence of light, yet none could furnish tangible proof.

The blind man persisted, asserting, "I am willing. My hands can touch and feel objects. Bring forth your light, and I shall touch and feel it."

However, light eluded such tactile apprehension. "No," they replied, "light cannot be grasped or felt."

News of the town's renowned logician reached the ears of Edgar. The people believed that perhaps Edgar could dissolve the blind man's skepticism and unveil the truth. They brought the logician before Edgar, recounting the ongoing debate and their own inability to provide evidence of light's existence.

Edgar listened with a tranquil demeanor before responding, "You have sought the counsel of the correct individual. What this man requires is not a philosopher, but a healer. The issue is not about convincing him; it is about restoring his sight.” Edgar than examined the blind man's eyes and determined that an impediment obscured his vision. With diligent treatment, the obstruction could be removed within six months.

After half a year had passed, the blind man's eyes were healed, and a metamorphosis beyond logic or reason transpired. The blindfold fell from his eyes, both literally and metaphorically. The world he had dismissed as illusory and devoid of light was now unveiled before him in radiant splendor.

Overwhelmed by his newfound vision, the once-skeptical logician embarked on a pilgrimage to find Edgar. With an exuberant dance in his step, he knelt before Edgar and expressed his profound gratitude. "Your compassion knows no bounds," he declared, his voice resonating with emotion. "You did not engage me in debates or disputes; instead, you bestowed upon me healing. I was blind not just to the world, but to my own blindness. Your intervention gifted me with sight."

Edgar's eyes twinkled with an understanding smile as he acknowledged the logician's transformation. "The journey to enlightenment hinges upon curing the blindness that obscures our perceptions. Your blindness was of the soul, I merely allowed you to gaze upon the truth. Sometimes the less you see, the more you can truly perceive."

The blind logician was enlightened instantly. Taking up a dagger the man stabbed both of his eyes, becoming blind once again. “Of course, your cure was but the easy way, I must face enlightenment with my eyes close. Thank you!”

The students of Edgar who were present looked upon their master in astonishment. To which Edgar simply responded, “I’m going to take a nap.”

The students were enlightened instantly.

### **Passage 4 – The Blight of Appreciation**

On a certain day, Edgar the priest of death, accompanied by a group of devoted followers, traversed through a tranquil village. To seek respite from the sweltering heat, Edgar chose a generous shade tree beneath which to rest. These interludes of respite also served as moments for him to share his teachings. As Edgar began to speak, news of the visiting priest spread throughout the village, drawing the curiosity of its inhabitants.

Amid the growing crowd, an irritable young man stood at a distance, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene. To him, the influx of visitors from the city seemed excessive, each carrying something to sell or to impart. With impatience brewing within, he directed his frustration at Edgar, raising his voice to be heard above the murmurs. "Leave us be! You're just here to exploit us! These wandering preachers arrive, weaving their eloquent words, only to later demand sustenance and coin!"

Unperturbed by the young man's outburst, Edgar remained composed, emanating an aura of compassion. He beckoned the young man to approach and, with a gentle demeanor, asked him to come closer. In a measured tone, he inquired, "Young sir, imagine you were to purchase a precious gift for someone, yet that person refused to accept the gift. In such a case, to whom would the gift ultimately belong?"

Perplexed by the unexpected question, the young man contemplated for a moment. "I suppose the gift would remain mine, as I was the one who acquired it."

"Indeed," Edgar affirmed with a serene nod. "Now consider this: you've directed curses and anger towards me. Yet, if I do not embrace your curses, if I do not reciprocate with indignation, these curses will inevitably return to their source—much like the unaccepted gift reclaiming its original owner."

A contemplative hush settled over the young man as the depth of Edgar's words resonated within him. A gesture of humility and understanding emerged as he pressed his hands together and inclined his head in reverence. It was an acknowledgement that a profound lesson had been imparted.

And so, Edgar spoke, “Then, receive my curse if you will”, casting Blight on the young man and forcing him to take 8d8 necrotic damage.

Edgar thus stated to his students, "Just as a mirror reflects an image and a tranquil lake mirrors the sky, let us remain mindful of our words and deeds. For the ripples we create, whether good or ill, will always find their way back to us, sometimes in the form of necromancy spells."

The students were enlightened instantly.

The young man almost died, he was enlightened instantly.