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Flynn wakes drowsily. He is seated and slumped forward, drooling onto his hands, his cheek pressed against something scratchy and salty. He jerks upright, trying to stand, and smacks the top of his head on a hard wooden bulkhead. He grunts in pain, and reaches up to rub the new egg on his head. His hands jerk to a stop stop against the iron manacles around his wrists, then a moment later the end of the oar he's chained to follows and hits him in the face. He growls a bit in pain. He looks around him, still dazed by...

Flynn has been protecting a caravan from Sudenberg to a nearby port city. He arrives at night and the docks are thick with fog. There are a few ships moored there, some are being loaded by the lights of torches and lanterns. One stands out from the rest, a smallish freight vessel, with the characteristic bamboo batten sails of a Cathayan junk. Flynn has money in his pocket, and time to spare now the job is done. There's a tavern on the docks. He sits down for a simple meal of bread, cheese, and olive oil. The bread is stale...

This set of short stories follows from my original Tales of Flynn (https://www.elysianforge.com/blogs/tales-of-flynn) which describe occurrences from a week-long live action role play (LARP) event in which I played the character Flynn, a gruff one-eyed duelling roguish type.It may be confusing to non-LARPers, but these stories actually happened, the characters are real people ad-libbing all their dialogue, but we are all playing make-believe characters in a fictional setting, but, like, in reality.The new stories that follow are completely made up. The chapters are written by me and took place only in my own head, but they follow on from the story...