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Flynn's World of Samardan - Sword and Planet Action in an Exotic World (Updated 6/11)
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<blockquote data-quote="Stormwynd" data-source="post: 2832742" data-attributes="member: 5913"><p><strong>Character Story: Pinch Me...</strong></p><p></p><p>by Billy Wood (Aiden's player)</p><p></p><p>It had been a long day, what with burning alive, dying, waking up mother-naked in a cage full of strange folk, fighting horrible yellow-skinned monsters out of some crazed faerie tale and then meeting folks from his own world, who, God be praised, spoke a civilized tongue, instead of the jabber of the natives that sounded like that of the Africans or Hindoos. He mused on it all absentmindedly as his new companions busily planned their next moves against the Enemy, whoever that might be.</p><p></p><p>Aidan chuckled to himself. He thought he was going to hell when he saw that crimson light in the black void. Admittedly, this was a sight better than eternal damnation. He supposed the Holy Father was going to make him stick to his oath to help as many as he'd hurt in life, death or no.</p><p></p><p>It was quite a rush to do battle again, especially naked and weaponless against giant, yellow-skinned devils. He didn't feel so bad about taking down such foul and obviously evil things. It was a far cry from killing peaceful villagers. </p><p></p><p>The thought of his evil past saddened him, but he didn't stop himself from running the images through his mind. It was his own form of ritual self-mortification. He intentionally thought of it every day, straining to remember every gruesome detail, every foul deed. He owed it to himself, God and the people he'd wronged to never forget what he'd done and who he'd been.</p><p></p><p>The sailor figured he'd made a good start of things, all considered. He was glad that the chinese looking fellow was recovering from whatever pox had taken hold. All his ramblings of magic and great powers made Aidan wonder if the sickness had affected the old fellow's faculties. But he seemed to be a man of some dignity, so Aidan wasn't about to go and offend him by expressing any doubt. This place was strange and obviously dangerous. Without a lot of resources at his disposal, Aidan knew he'd have to make all the friends he could to survive.</p><p></p><p>That was unless this was all some sort of dream and he'd soon wake from, snug in his old stuffed chair in front of the warm fire in his study. Maybe that was it, he thought. Maybe his feet were getting a bit toasty and he simply dreamed all that about the orphanage fire and all of the rest afterwards. Well, if it was a dream, at least he knew that sooner or later, his servant Tom would soon be fetching him to supper. He was getting hungry. That bit of coconut like fruit wasn't quite satisfying, he thought...</p><p></p><p>He shook his head. No, there was no fruit. This is just a mad dream. He secretly pinched himself on the arm. It stung. Aidan became a little less sure of his hypothesis. He told himself it didn't matter. Either this dream played itself out, or it was real and it would be played out when a yellow skinned brute or some other such devil killed him. In the meantime, he decided, he better start listening to the talk and catching up, so that he could be of some use in whatever scheme his companions were hatching.</p><p></p><p>He had heard talk of a ship. Maybe he would be of some use after all...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Stormwynd, post: 2832742, member: 5913"] [b]Character Story: Pinch Me...[/b] by Billy Wood (Aiden's player) It had been a long day, what with burning alive, dying, waking up mother-naked in a cage full of strange folk, fighting horrible yellow-skinned monsters out of some crazed faerie tale and then meeting folks from his own world, who, God be praised, spoke a civilized tongue, instead of the jabber of the natives that sounded like that of the Africans or Hindoos. He mused on it all absentmindedly as his new companions busily planned their next moves against the Enemy, whoever that might be. Aidan chuckled to himself. He thought he was going to hell when he saw that crimson light in the black void. Admittedly, this was a sight better than eternal damnation. He supposed the Holy Father was going to make him stick to his oath to help as many as he'd hurt in life, death or no. It was quite a rush to do battle again, especially naked and weaponless against giant, yellow-skinned devils. He didn't feel so bad about taking down such foul and obviously evil things. It was a far cry from killing peaceful villagers. The thought of his evil past saddened him, but he didn't stop himself from running the images through his mind. It was his own form of ritual self-mortification. He intentionally thought of it every day, straining to remember every gruesome detail, every foul deed. He owed it to himself, God and the people he'd wronged to never forget what he'd done and who he'd been. The sailor figured he'd made a good start of things, all considered. He was glad that the chinese looking fellow was recovering from whatever pox had taken hold. All his ramblings of magic and great powers made Aidan wonder if the sickness had affected the old fellow's faculties. But he seemed to be a man of some dignity, so Aidan wasn't about to go and offend him by expressing any doubt. This place was strange and obviously dangerous. Without a lot of resources at his disposal, Aidan knew he'd have to make all the friends he could to survive. That was unless this was all some sort of dream and he'd soon wake from, snug in his old stuffed chair in front of the warm fire in his study. Maybe that was it, he thought. Maybe his feet were getting a bit toasty and he simply dreamed all that about the orphanage fire and all of the rest afterwards. Well, if it was a dream, at least he knew that sooner or later, his servant Tom would soon be fetching him to supper. He was getting hungry. That bit of coconut like fruit wasn't quite satisfying, he thought... He shook his head. No, there was no fruit. This is just a mad dream. He secretly pinched himself on the arm. It stung. Aidan became a little less sure of his hypothesis. He told himself it didn't matter. Either this dream played itself out, or it was real and it would be played out when a yellow skinned brute or some other such devil killed him. In the meantime, he decided, he better start listening to the talk and catching up, so that he could be of some use in whatever scheme his companions were hatching. He had heard talk of a ship. Maybe he would be of some use after all... [/QUOTE]
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