Name: Flynn (hm, F1, NG, 34hp, Str:10/16, Con:10, Cha:16)
Submitted by: Jade Williams
Flynn was born in Arabel, to a middle-class family. He had a happy,
unremarkable childhood, and at 16 he joined his father and grandfather
in the Purple Dragons. He had grown up in a military family, and took to
the life easily. His natural charm endeared him to the company he was
in, and he demonstrated an aptitude for level-headedness in tense
situations. His tactical skills and charm allowed him to rise rapidly
through the ranks of the Purple Dragons, and he was made captain before
his 30th winter.
[DM note: At this point he is LG, F6, 59hp, Str:16, Con:16]
One night, he was on patrol near Thunder Gap with his troops, when a
magical alarm called to them from the Hullack Forest. They rode to the
alarm, and came upon a burning, elven settlement, close to the forest's
edge. Dead elves lay sprawled all around, many of them unarmed and still
in night clothes. Before Flynn and his men could react, the Drow were
upon him. They cut down the Purple Dragons in short order. Of the 18
soldiers, one managed to flee, and Flynn - heavily wounded - was dragged
into the clearing and pushed against a tree. He looked up, through a
pain-dimmed haze as a beautiful elven woman, with jet black skin
approached him. She wore dark, ornate armour that revealed as much as it
covered. She chanted strange words in a strange musical language, ending
with a spat curse which froze his muscles rigid. He looked into her
eyes, and saw naked hatred staring back at him. The memory of her cruel,
thin smile stayed with him as she took his sword - his father's sword -
and hacked his arm off. As the pain shot through his torn body, and
darkness enveloped him, he saw the Drow melting back into the trees.
Another patrol, arriving to investigate the burning forest a few hours
later, found the dying body of Flynn among the smouldering remains of
the settlement. While most stayed to fight the forest fires, the others
sped Flynn back to their garrison. Flynn survived that night, but his
career was over. His sword arm was never found, and he never drew the
family sword again. His world shattered with the loss of his arm - he
couldn't wield a sword with any skill using his off hand, and he wasn't
suited to a desk job. He couldn't face his family after (in his eyes)
failing the uniform and the training his father and grandfather had
given him. His fighting skills were all but useless, and he left the
military, drifting around the Port cities, living by fishing the local
waters. It was a hobby he had loved as a child and he used the last of
his money to buy a special rod to allow him to continue. He settled for
a time in Ilipur, until the Time of Troubles, when he ran away from the
growing chaos, heading west with a merchant caravan. The caravan's trek
ended in Iriaebor, as the merchant collected her goods.
Flynn was about to move on when the Time of Troubles ended, in a huge
explosion. Magical flames ripped through the Tower of Gold as it's high
priest could not accept the disappearance of Waukeen. Flynn saw the
temple explode, and saw the town close it's doors to the destruction.
Caring nothing about this he was just turning to leave, when he spotted
movement - a body - on the bluff. His good nature won out, and he went
to investigate. He found a young woman lying in the rubble, her burnt
robes identified her as a priestess of Waukeen.
Flynn took care of her as best he could, but her burns were extensive.
By the time he managed to get her to a healer, she had lost her sight.
The local priests were unwilling to heal her fully, so soon after
getting their powers back. Flynn took her and set out for a larger city.
Along the way, Flynn realised he was enjoying the company of this woman.
He started thinking about the future and how to help her more and more.
Ferlanni, the priestess, was distraught over the loss of her Deity, and
her injuries, but listening to Flynn's story, she realised how much he
had lost, and what he had overcome to help her.
As they learned to depend on each other - Ferlanni for her wisdom, and
compassion, and Flynn for his sight and determination - they came to
love each other. In Elturel, they finally managed to get Ferlanni's
burns healed, but her sight was beyond repair. Flynn got a job fishing
the local river, to support them, and buy the salves Ferlanni
needed to ease to pain of her eyes. Life was not easy, but they eked out
a meagre living in the docks of Elturel. They stayed here for seven
years, until the temple of Liira announced it was taking over the
abandoned temple of Waukeen, for safekeeping. Ferlanni couldn't bear to
hear this, having mourned for her goddess for many years. Flynn and
Ferlanni moved that year downriver to Arylon - a city similar in many
ways to Elturel, but with noticeably fewer temples. They settled in the
dock ward, and again Flynn took up fishing as a way to make money.
However, he found the city guards, the Silver Crescents, a lot more open
than the Hellriders of Elturel, and soon made friends with a left-handed
sergeant.
Flynn's past as a purple Dragon made his acceptance easier, and he found
he could talk to them about military matters. On occasions his tactical
knowledge was useful, and the sergeant arranged a small payment for
Flynn. Over the months, Flynn discussed his future with Ferlanni, and
eventually began learning the art of fighting again. He had to start
from scratch to learn a new fighting style, with which he hoped to
enlist in the city guard for a regular income.
Flynn and Ferlanni were wed in a civil ceremony a few weeks ago. Flynn
usually wears a dark purple cloak, with a large hood, that completely
covers his features, along with brown clothes and long boots for wading
in the river. He fishes with a rod specially made for him, or
occasionally a net.
[DM note: Flynn retains his strength (16) in his arm, but
for purposes of strength checks (opening doors, bending bars, etc.) it
is considerably reduced.]
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