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Flint

Mountain man of the North

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a character in “The Book of the Damned”, as played by blackrider

So begins...

Flint's Story

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Elizabeth was taken by surprise when Flint jumped up from his seat. She looked at him, holding the blanket close to her chest as she looked up at him, slowly laying back down as he instructed her to. She wasn't really used to taking orders from anyone other than the king or her superiors, but there was something in Flint's eyes that makes her listen. She smiled a little at his rambling. "I am a little thirsty," She said, eyeing the bowl of water, licking her lips slightly, "And if I could get a shirt," She added quietly, her cheeks flaming red. She felt Catdo's head nudging at her side slightly, causing her to glance down at him. "Hey there," She said, slowly reaching out to scratch him behind the ear a few seconds before turning her attention back to Flint, her eyes on the water once again.

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Elizabeth drank her fill of the water, before Flint set it back down on the table. She petted Catdo as she watched him walk across the room to grab a tunic, that he had apparently made for her. She smiled a little at the mention of him polishing her sword for her. "Yeah, that's fine. Thank you." She said, giving him a kind smile. She sat there watching Catdo as he went back and forth between her and Flint, not saying a word until Flint finally spoke up, she didn't want to say anything, since he was taking such good care of her, she felt relieved when he caught on himself and turned away. Once his back was to her, she sat up a little more, letting the blanket bunch around her waist as she picked up the tunic and careful slipped it on, the whole time, ignoring the pain in her chest. Once she'd got the tunic on, she laid back down. "Ok, you can turn around now." She said, running a hand through her hair. She glanced down at Catdo once more as he walked over to her again, her eyes finally falling on the broken, beautifully carved rose on the floor. She sat up again, slowly reaching over and picking it up, flinching at the pain in her chest. "You made this, didn't you?" She asked, looking down at the splintered rose in her hand. "It's beautiful." She murmured, glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye. She gently placed it on the table, sighing quietly. "We got the map, didn't we?" She asked, afraid that he may have dropped it during the fight at the Mystic's. She really wanted to get on with the mission, hating the thought of being laid up when she had a task that needed to be done.

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Elizabeth watched Flint a little nervously as he searched his vest for the map, only relaxed when he pulled it out. "Good," She said at his words, rolling her eyes slightly at his joke about her getting hurt. "But I just wanted you take care of me." She said jokingly, her voice sickeningly sweet as she batted her eyelashes, she'd only able to keep it up for a few seconds before she burst out laughing, stopping mid laugh, gasping at the pain in her chest. She groaned quietly, clenching her chest as Flint walked over to the fireplace, then back over to the table with a hot bowl of soup. Her stomach growled quietly as she looked at the soup, but her attention was drawn back to Flint as he spoke. She frowned at his words, shaking her head. "It's not your fault. It was the Mystic." She said, mustering up a small, reassuring smile for Flint, before picking up the spoon and slowly starting to eat the bowl of soup he had brought over to the table.

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Elizabeth focused on the soup as she ate, feeling Flint's eyes on her, though she refused to look at him. Catdo hopped up on the bed and laid down next to her, his head on her lap. She gently scratched behind his ear as she ate, while Flint walked out of the house, coming back a few moments later. She shook her head at his words about the mystic and how he should have been ready for something like this. She wanted to speak up, to argue, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.

Elizabeth glanced up at Flint when he asked about the Mystic's reading, a small frown tugging on her lips. "I don't know. I don't really want to think about it." She said, the Mystic's words ringing in her head, she didn't want to believe the words about her future, sure that she could change her future, not believing that it was set in stone. "I just can't shake what she said about my father. I know how he died, the king told me." She murmured, her eyebrows crinkling as she thought, wondering what the woman could have possibly meant. She pushed the bowl away as she finished eating, picking up her father's sword, resting it on her lap.

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Elizabeth started to polish her sword, her eyes on it even as Flint spoke up, asking about her father. "It was a couple years ago, late spring," She said, trailing off a little as she remembered, "My graduation day from the academy, my father was supposed to be there, he had promised." She bit her bottom lip, remembering her father's words, how proud he was of her, he said he would be there, no matter what he had to do. "The ceremony was just about to start when I was told the king wanted to see me. When I got there, he told me my father was killed in battle, up in your lands. The guards were under such heavy attack they couldn't get his body, they only barely had the chance to get his sword." She said with a quiet sigh, "We couldn't even have a proper funeral for him." She added quietly as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, hating to show weakness.

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Elizabeth frowned at Flint's words, listening as he talked about his peoples' customs. She shook her head slightly, even though she heard what he was saying, she couldn't believe it. "Well, someone must have hated the southerners more than they cared about your rebirthing thing." She said, with a small wave of her hand, not really sure what to call it, not trying to offend him even though it may come across that way. "The king told me what happened, he doesn't have any reason to lie." She said with another shake of her head.

Elizabeth didn't doubt that Flint was telling her the truth, but she couldn't believe the king would lie to her, so she decided on a medium ground. She sat there for a few moments longer before slowly getting to her feet, gritting her teeth at the pain in her chest. "When are we going to head out after the book?" She asked, not wanting to sit here, cooped up in Flint's house any longer than necessary. She picked up her bowl to go wash it out, not wanting Flint to have to wait on her, wanting to take care of herself.

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Elizabeth watched Flint curiously as he walked over to the fire place and picked up a piece of wood. She quickly cleaned the bowl then walked back over to the bed, gritting her teeth against the pain. She turned her attention back to Flint when he spoke up. "I'm fine. It's going to take more than that to keep me down." She said with a small laugh. "We could head out now if you'd like." She added, not wanting to be the one holding them back. She gritted her teeth again as she leaned forward a little, to look at the map. "How far is it from here?" She asked, her eyes traveling over the map, trying to figure it out.

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Elizabeth nodded her head slowly at Flint's answer to her question. She watched him curiously as he talked about her making sure she was alright in case they got into a fight, raising an eyebrow at his near slip up, wondering what it was he was about to say before he stopped himself. She hesitated a moment but shook her head, "I don't need a few days, I'm fine." She said stubbornly, not wanting to be the one holding back the mission. "Is it too late to set out today?" She asked, glancing toward the door.

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In all honesty it was not to late to head out, as a matter of fact it was actually the perfect time of day to do so. All that being said however Flint couldn’t bring himself to tell her that, instead his mind quickly raced with various excuses and reasons for why they should wait a few days. “Well, uhm, honestly we should-” Flint had been fumbling through his sentence unsure of what excuse to use when a loud knock rang out from his cabin door, the unexpected interruption causing both him and Catdo to practically jump from shock.

He glanced at Elizabeth, the look in his eyes clearly curious. “Your not expecting any one, are you?” He asked clearly joking as he got up from his chair, placing the map he had been surveying atop the table he'd been sitting at. It only took mere seconds for Flint to reach the door, his large muscular arms quickly pulling the wooden cross beam off of the door that separated them from the outside world. In all the years Flint had lived in the mountains not once had he ever had someone knock on his door and it was for that reason he honestly had no idea who or what to expect on the other side. He quickly opened the door to the unknown.

The early morning sunlight shown through the now open door of Flints cabin, and there in the doorway stood a man about his height in extremely elegant looking armor. Although the design of the shining armor was rather splendid with gold trimming and an extremely detailed engraving of a griffon upon the breastplate it was clear from the various nicks and scratches and lack of luster that it had clearly seen quite a bit of battle. The face of the man who wore the armor could only be described as extremely handsome, his sharp features and smooth slightly tan skin were almost the exact opposite of Flints rough and dirty bearded black face.

Flint could immediately tell that the man was a Southerner, his long golden blonde hair that was kept in a tight pony tail and piercing blue eyes being a dead giveaway. Despite all that the thing that immediately drew Flints gaze however was the medallion that hung around the mans neck, the sturdy looking silver chain held a small golden square with a red dot in the middle, Flint wasn’t sure but he could almost swear that the medallion emitted a strange glow. Flint quickly recognized the necklace as the symbol for the Order Of Rusak-a fact that immediately made him cursedinwardly.

“What do you want?” Flint barked at the man grumpily, only to have the stranger walk right past him into his house as if he owned the place. A scowl quickly formed behind Flints beard as his right hand found its way to one of the tomahawks at his side. The stranger seemed to notice Flints reaction, a slender blonde eyebrow raised in curiosity as he finally spoke, his eyes making sure to watch the weapon Flint rested his hand upon.

“Quite the little place you've built yourself here.” The stranger spoke in a rather sophisticated voice as he paced around the cabin, eyeing everything with interest. “I'll be honest, i've always admired the quaint little...” He paused, noticing Elizabeth in Flints bed. His eyes quickly went back and forth between Flint and Elizabeth-his mind obviously forming some unfavorable thought of what the two possibly had been doing. An almost noticeable frown now hung on his lips as he spoke up again “...homes your people manage to cobble together.” He finished as he reached the table Flint had been sitting at moments before, quickly he sat in the unoccupied seat and helped himself to the bowl of half eaten soup on the table. After a few bites he paused, looking down at Catdo who was rubbing up against his well armored leg and was purring rather loudly-Flint looked at the animal like a traitor. “A saber dog.” The man said happily as he petted Catdo. “Now there's a rare animal few people get the chance to meet.” The way he talked was like Elizabeth and Flint were old friends of his, he possessed an almost infectious charisma-he was clearly the type of man who was extremely confident and charming.

Throughout the whole encounter Flint simply stood in his doorway his mouth practically agape. The scene would have almost been comedic if it wasn’t for the fact that rage was clearly boiling inside him.

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Elizabeth jumped slightly, surprised by the knock on the door as well. Since they were in the middle of nowhere, she never would have thought a stranger would drop by. She watched Flint curiously as he went to open the door. She sat on the bed watching the man at the door with growing curiosity as he walked into the house without hesitation. She had to admit he was remarkably handsome but that thought flew from her mind when he looked at her, and saw the frown on his lips. A frown tugged on her lips as well, imagining what it must look like from his point of view. She hated that this stranger had the nerve to judge her and jump to conclusions the way he did. "Excuse me. But who the hell are you?" She asked, her temper flaring slightly at the way he so openly judged her. She crossed her arms over her chest but the action made the wound hurt so she quickly dropped her arms back to her sides and just glared at the stranger who made himself at home in Flint's house. She could tell by the look on Flint's face he wasn't too thrilled about this man's presence either.

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The good looking newcomer was clearly takein aback momentarily by Elizabeths rather blatant question, the look of surprise on his face only lingered for mere seconds but nonetheless it was clear the man wasn't used to being spoken to like that. "A thousand apologies my lady." He spoke with pure sincereity as he bowed towards Elizabeth, his beautiful armor making a dull clanking noise as he straightend back up. "My name is Warrick of Rusak, and please forgive my rudeness. I've been traveling alone for quite some time and seem to have forgotten my manners somewhere along the way. And may I ad-" His smooth serene voice was cut off by the gruff almost barking like voice.

"So just what the hell are you doing up here in the mountains?" As Flint asked he found his way back over towards the table but instead of sitting he simply stood by Elizabeths bedside in a rather defensive looking stance. "I and two of my comrades were sent into the mountains by our order to seek out and finally rid the world of the Mystic of the Mountains."

Flint let out a loud laugh at hearing about Warricks "quest". "And let me guess, your two companions have already met untimely ends?" The cold angered look Warrick gave Flint spoke volumes, clearly Flint wasn't far off from the truth. "Take my advice and turn back to your little tower, tell the others of your order just how futile and foolish your quest is."

"I suggest you watch what you say sir, and how you say it." Warrick spat, an underlying tone of threatening anger clear in his still collected voice.

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Elizabeth's anger dissipated a little when the man apologized and bowed, giving her the respect she felt she deserved, being a part of the royal guard. She watched the man curiously though as Flint spoke to him. When he mentioned his 'quest' of killing the Mystic of the Mountains she burst out laughing, the laughter hurting her chest which made her stop laughing and gasp instead, clutching at her chest, groaning quietly. Once the pain subsided, she straightened up once more, looking Warrick. "I'm sure, by now, you know that quest is a futile one." She said, her hands on her hips as she studied the man. "I mean, you've just said that your two comrades have died at her hand, do you wish to join them?" She asked.

"I myself nearly met my demise at that woman's hands." She said, her hand going to the wound on her chest. "Just what do you want from us?" She asked, her eyes narrowed as she continued to study him, trying to figure out just what he was after. She could tell the tensions were rising between the two guys and was trying to draw Warrick's attention off of Flint so the two wouldn't get into the fight she felt was inevitable.

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“In all honesty, dear woman? I merely seek refuge for the moment being, and I can pay good money for a guide who knows the mountains.” Warrick spoke, his eyes locking with Flints for a moments at the mention of a guide. “And as for my departed brethren, well, lets just say they were not as adept as I am at dealing with mystics. Not to speak ill of the dead nor brag but, I'm much better at my job.” After finishing he pulled off the medallion that sat around his neck, quickly pushing his way past Flint as if the monster of a man was nothing he took the lone seat directly next to Elizabeth.

“Forgive my intrusion but you say the Mystic harmed you?” He asked with honest clear concern, his keen eyes darting around her body before noticing the way she slightly protected her chest-he'd bet money that was where the wound was. “If I may, dear lady, I believe I can help.” He said as he reached out with his armor clad hand that still held his medallion.

Before Warrick could do whatever it was he was doing Flints arm shot out quick as lightning, his bare dirty tan hand gripping at Warricks armored arm so tightly that a slight metal crunch rang out. Warricks eyes darted yet again to Flints gaze, as if wondering just what the hell he was doing, but all he did was let out a slight chuckle. “Its alright my Northern Friend, believe me, I'm doing nothing but helping her.”

Hesitantly Flint let go, although by the look on his face he clearly wasn't happy. The hand that was grippping the armor of Warrick moments ago now held one of Flints signature tomahawks. “Your words better be true, or else.” Flint clearly didn't have to say what 'or else' meant, the deadly weapon in his hand was a clear enough message in itself.

Despite all the hostility received from Flint Warrick seemed to be taking the verbal assaults and all around rude behavior rather well-something unheard of for a natural born Southerner. Even more surprising was the way he talked to Flint like an actual person. “Trust me friend , and you should trust me to.” the last part of Warrick's sentence was clearly directed at Elizabeth, who's eyes he was now staring into. Taking the amulet he held it in the direction of her wound, keeping the metallic object a comfortable distance away from her he closed his eyes and focused, a small almost unnoticeable glow began emitting from his medallion clutched in his hand as he up and down along the wound, the flesh itself literally mending to perfect condition beneath Elizabeths shirt.

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Elizabeth watched Warrick closely as he moved to sit down next to her. She didn't really know what to make of this man, but the look of concern on his face surprised her. For someone to be so concerned about someone they just met, it wasn't something she was used to. When she first met Flint they couldn't stand each other, they would never look at each other such concern, not at first. Though, now they did. Elizabeth knew she shouldn't care about what happened to Flint, knowing what her orders are once they reach the end of their journey, but she just can't help it.

Elizabeth was pulled from her thoughts as Flint grabbed Warrick's arm, causing her to glance between the two, noticing Warrick's arm extended toward her slightly, a medallion in his hand. She looked at the medallion curiously as the two argued, when Flint let go of Warrick, she met Warrick's eyes as he said she should trust him. Before she had a chance to respond, she felt a strange tingling in her chest. It wasn't painful, but felt warm and strange. Her eyes narrowed curiously as she looked down at herself when Warrick was finished, her hand going to her chest, feeling no wound under her shirt. "Wh-what?" She stammered, glancing between Warrick and the medallion, realization slowly setting in. "Who do you think you are!?" She demanded. "What gives you the right to use magic on people without their permission!" She demanded angrily, getting in Warrick's face. Now that she was healed, she was able to move without pain and was back to her usual self, not going to back down from anyone, especially this new stranger who seemed to do whatever he wanted with no regard for others.

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The scene that quickly unfolded was one that Flint found extremely humorous, a fact obviouse by the loud chuckle he let out. He didn't think the fact that magic was used was funny, no, that fact rather upset him. But his anger quickly subsided when Elizabeth verbally struck at Warrick like a viper, and seeing the pretty boy put in his place honestly made Flint's day.

As Elizabeth practically screamed at Warrick it was clear that the man was caught entirely off guard, his almost perfect composure breaking for the first time as a look of real panic spread across his face. Waving his armored arms infront of his face in a 'im sorry; manner he quickly began to speak, although it was clear he was stumbling over his words. "Im-er-im sorry! Really! I know your right I just, I just wanted to help! Honestly!" His body almost fell backwards out of his chair when he was face to face with Elizabeth, he was obviously more afraid of the womans wrath then the barbarians tomahawk. "I promise, it wont happen again! I just, I, I'm sorry! Really!" By the end of his sentence Flint was practically cracking up at Elizabeth's bedside.

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Elizabeth pulled back a little as Warrick apologized, pleased with the look of fear on his face. "You're forgiven, just don't ever do that again." She said with a huff as she sat back down on the bed, crossing her arms and legs as she studied the stranger in front of her. After a few moments, her stiff body language slowly relaxed as she glanced at Flint. "So what do you think we should do?" She asked, without glancing back at Warrick, she didn't really care for his opinion at the moment since Flint was the one she needed in order to finish her mission. "Should we help him or not?" She asked, acting as if Warrick wasn't even in the room at all. She for one didn't really want to see the Mystic again, at least her brain told her to stay away. Her pride on the other hand, wanted to go back and teach that witch a thing or two.

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Flint met Elizabeth's eyes as she asked his opinion, his response of 'no' was obviously clear through his gaze alone. He wouldn't admit it out loud but his main reason for not wanting to help Warrick, aside from his blatant fear and distrust of magic, was the simple fact that he did not like the man. "Well, I think we should all just wait for nightfall and then lock the bastard outside. But, well, that's just my opinion." Flint said grumpily as he folded his arms across his chest, regretfully accepting the fact that that would probably not be the outcome of this encounter.

Almost out of nowhere Warrick stood up, his large armored frame literally blocking Flint from Elizabeths gaze. His normally friendly and calm face had turned stone serious, his attention solely on Elizabeth. "I implore you for your aid, I can tell by your blade that you are a member of the Kings Guard, and that alone tells me that you know what true honor and duty is. You know very well how dangerous this magic user is, and you also know where to find her. Please, help me avenge all those who can no longer avenge themselves. She is to dangerous to leave unchecked."

The mere tone of Warricks voice was enough to almost convince even Flint, that was until he remembered who was saying them.

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Elizabeth couldn't help but to smirk at Flint's suggestion of locking Warrick outside after nightfall. When Warrick stood up, blocking Flint from her view, she frowned slightly as she looked up at him. Though, as he started to talk, her frown fell away and she found herself nodding at his words. He was right, if it wasn't for the fact that she was already on a mission, she wouldn't hesitate to go back and teach that woman a thing or two, but she was kind of afraid of jeopardizing her mission. She hesitated a moment, thinking it over. "You're right," She said, thinking about the magic the woman had used, the way she'd attacked them and left them practically defenseless. Right now, the woman seemed to keep to herself, but what if she decided to go on the offensive, Zeke and Beth could be in danger. "We have to stop her before she hurts anyone else." Elizabeth said determinedly, glancing at Flint. "We have to." She said again.

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"We have to."

Ugh... Flint moaned to himself as an infectious grin spread across Waricks lips when Elizabeth gave her word to help. Leave it to a Southern woman to want to go back to the insanely powerful witches lair. He continued to monologue to himself while grumpily making his way around his cabin silently all the while radiating an attitude that angrily screamed "Fine!" In what seemed like only a few minutes he had a weeks worth of supplies crammed in his signature traveling bag.

This time he'd made sure to grab his overly used bow along with a quiver full of arrows. By the time he was ready to go the large bulging pack on his back combined with the various furs and leathers made him look almost like a giant woodland animal-a sight that was only reinforced by his large bushy black beard and dirty skin. Standing next to the finely armored Warrick and, well, it was quite the contrast to say the least-the two being polar opposites right down to the expressions on their faces. Warricks sharp handsome features were relaxed and, as usual, was sporting a large genuine smile-meanwhile Flints blunt features were stuck in a look that could best be described as "Im really trying not to throttle Warrick."

"Well then are you all ready to go?" Flint all but barked at Warrick and Elizabeth, apparently his anger wasn't souly pointed at Warrick-he wouldn't even look Elizabeth in the eyes.

"First we should speak of payment." Warrick said, turning towards Flint as he put his medallion back around his neck. "If you are to be my guide you deserve your pay, afterall." Finishing his statement Warrick untied a decent sized leather pouch from his belt-the way it jingled the contents inside were no doubt worth quite a bit.

"Don't you get it? Apparently I'm just a prisoner, I don't have a choice." Flint spat at Warrick before turning and storming out the door; It was clear his words were meant more for Elizabeth then Warrick.

"Well then.." Warrick began, obviously slightly at a loss for words as he turned his attention back to Elizabeth "I am ready, that is if Lady Elizabeth is feeling well enough to travel?" Warrick stated while offering a metallic hand towards Elizabeth; clearly offering to help her out of bed. He wore a quizzical expression on his smiling face as if awaiting her response.

Flint had seemingly already left and was outside, Catdo having quickly followed in his masters footsteps.

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Elizabeth watched Flint as he angrily made his way around the cabin, getting everything they would need to face the Mystic again, a slight frown tugging on her lips as the anger rolled off him. She didn't like that he was so angry, but she couldn't just let the Mystic go unchecked, she could be an immanent threat to the king and the people she cared about. She didn't say anything as Flint and Warrick spoke, but her frown deepened at Flint's words of not having a choice. Sure, it had started out that way, him being a prisoner, but somewhere along the way, it had stopped feeling like it, they'd had a nice camaraderie, or at least she thought so. With a quiet sigh, Elizabeth reached out and took Warrick's hand as he offered to help her up from the bed, it still surprised her to find the pain her chest completely gone. "Thank you," She said to him, quickly adjusting her father's sword in its' holster at her waist as she walked out the door, following behind Flint.

Elizabeth was never one to grovel or ask for forgiveness, if Flint wanted to be angry with her, that was his prerogative, she wasn't going to apologize for doing what she felt was right. Glancing between the two men, she couldn't help but to notice their numerous differences, Warrick looked like the kind of man her father would most likely approve of, if Elizabeth ever did start thinking about settling down and getting married, though that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. She'd worked to hard to prove herself in the guard and she wasn't going to give up that position just to be a house wife and raise kids like most women did, that just wasn't her. Elizabeth shook her head slightly, clearing the thoughts from her mind as she continued to follow Flint through the woods not saying a word as she glanced around, on full alert with her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.