Your Party encounters the Edgesquad

Stay silent as they lick their poisoned knives

Call them tossers behind their backs.

Reverse traps are my fetish but still too edgy.

Try to get a night with the dame in the white horse, then fall for the trap.

The only proper way to treat a reverse trap is anal.

SUMMON

what I mean the girls of the Group are the ones on the white Horses no traps here.

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Signal the Death Force to attack them, escaping in the confusion.

Oh god, something kinda like this happened yesterday in a WHF campaign i was playing, though not quite the same

>be me, apprentice wizard
>chilling with my quarterstaff, shooting magic darts at cultist fags with the party
>gaywad friend turns on party and joins cultists
>wtf
>other friend turns too, which is problematic because he has mutated brass skin and full plate
>halfling friend turns out to be a skaven clan rat in disguise
>okay
>first friend to turn has a bloodstone, which he crushes to summon two Bloodletters
>whatthefuck.srsnga
>well okay so what we just die now
>other halfling friend, a barber surgeon, yells for help
>DM has him make a roll
>a perfect roll
>three witch hunters hear his cries and come to our aid
>they see the obvious allegiances, including the demons 'n shiet
>their skills exceed everyone enemy's so damn hard, they fucking light the place up
>never go chaos kiddos, praise Sigmar

Ask them their backstories. Escape while they ramble on.

Compliment them on their music and ask if they're ever gonna get the band back together. youtube.com/watch?v=gUmEHh1CpHU

Feel great displeasure when the answer is, no, they're probably not gonna get the band back together.

>'You appear to have stolen our aesthetic. This will not stand!'

Challenge them to an edge contest.

this is great

Probably try to converse with them. Depending on what happens from there we may fight. Our face does a good job with crowd control. My tank makes sure he's the only one taking hits and even those are few and far between. Our resident caster doesn't match their edge, but definitely gives them a taste of their own medicine and our sniper/glass cannon spends most of the combat aiming so that he can dome them one by one. I love my group

Invite them to drinks in a circular tavern.

Watch as they get erased from existence as they each sit in their own corner.

>Only War

We hop in our Leman Russ, Sarge plots the trajectory and we plant a shell-sized cap in their collective ass.