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Warrick

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

So begins...

Warrick's Story

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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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“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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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.

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As the newly formed group of misfits made their way through the mountainside it didn't take long to realize that Flint was intent on holding his recently formed grudge. Seemingly every time Warrick and Elizabeth tried to catch up to him (he'd been walking a good twenty feet ahead of them both) he'd match their increased speed so they literally couldn't catch up to him; all the while Catdo kept at his heels as they paved their way through the mountainous woodlands.

The truth was Flint wasn't just upset at Elizabeth or Warrick: one of the real main reasons he had set off and takein the lead was he was hellbent on trying to catch the Mystic off guard for once-a feat that would be next to impossible if the two loud Southerners were smashing through the woods along side him. Also, although he wouldn't admit it, he didn't want to see anyone in his group hurt again. Actually if Warrick got injured somehow Flint wouldnt lose any sleep, atleast thats what Flint thought to himself as he pushed on towards the Mystic yet again (although he really didn't have a set destination, just like last time.)

The distance Flint had been putting between himself and his two traveling companions had givein the newcomer to the group the chance to get to know Elizabeth a little better and vice versa. After about an hour or two of traveling (and Flint seemingly tensing up whenever he heard the two laughing) Warrick and Elizabeth had talked over a range of subjects: from small talk about preferred proper sword techniques (a topic Warrick was surprisingly well versed in for seemingly having no visible weapon) to more serious questions about his duties in the highly renowned Order of Rusak. Despite having just met Warrick carried the entirety of all the conversations out with pure genuine interest and a smile that never seemed to fade-there were even a few times where he tried to bring Flint in on the conversation but was met with little more then a grunt from up ahead. To top it all off the whole time he reffered to Elizabeth as "Lady" and "His Majestys Guard" along with every other title and proper displays of Southern etiquette.

"So, Lady Elizabeth, how long have you had the pleasure of Mister Flints company?" Warrick asked curiously as the trio made their way through a particularly thick patch of trees, the word "Mister"causing Flint to let out a brief contemptible burst of laughter from up ahead.