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The Book of the Damned

The continent of Tecon

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a part of The Book of the Damned, by blackrider.

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blackrider holds sovereignty over The continent of Tecon, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The continent of Tecon is a part of The Book of the Damned.

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Flint [71] Mountain man of the North

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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 Moore


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.