Tales of Flynn RSS

Flynn is in the tavern after dark, but he has had enough company. He takes a beer and goes to find a place to have a quiet drink. He greets a girl standing outside as he passes the casino. The current occupants are rowdy and excited. There is a brief, friendly exchange. Her name is Rajah. Flynn continues saying "I'm just looking for a place for a quiet drink".Flynn walks towards a grassy slope. The tall Kislevite greets him, they shake hands. The Kislevite is getting married, and it's his birthday. Flynn, "You're kidding, it's my birthday too!" (Steve turned...

Izkander and Flynn receive a letter handwritten by Barbarossa in a beautiful flowing script apologising that he cannot come to meet them today, as the merchant prince known as the Desert Rose has cut out his tongue. They are both disappointed by the news, and sad for the loss of what is surely one of Barbarossa's great gifts. It has been a long, emotional day, Steve is hungover and overworked and hungry and drained and has fought with and made up with his business partner. It is sundown, and Steve is thinking of asking Dingo (Emil) if he can postpone...

After sundown, and after another shift as a night time "tea shop" guard, Flynn and some of the Dawn Blades go to the edge of town where the wagon of Elysian Forge weapons has been dropped for delivery to the armory in town.The impending shipment has reached many ears and they have heard that somebody may try to attack the wagon and steal the weapons.They roll the wagon in by latern light. The wagon's wheels are very loud and squeaky, impossible not to hear. Some people look at them and speak of an Alpha Werewolf, saying that perhaps one of...

Flynn sits in the Tavern alone, until he is called to sit with Precious and Rajah from the dice game. They talk, and Flynn excuses himself to say hello to some of the Merienberg Salle, whom he feels bad for silently passing on his way in. They are rowdy and silly, and he moves on to speak to two elves he has encountered before. The high elf is tall and resplendent in his armour, flowing golden locks, proud and noble. The she-elf is of the woods, quiet and beautiful, vines and flowers in her hair, thoughtful and enchanting. They look...