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Message: <blockquote data-quote="AndrewADnDPlayer" data-source="post: 362776" data-attributes="member: 7012">Interlude:Turk stood at the stern of the boat and tried to get his emotions under control.  Seething, he noticed that if he gazed out over the ocean, instead of looking in the direction of Minx, he felt better.  HOW DARE SHE!!! he thought.  How dare she butt her nose into something that was completely none of her business.  In all the years since he had first discovered the wonders of the feminine form he had never, NEVER, had someone act like this to him.  Considering the number of young ladies he had been with; that was rather a large tally to compare against.  Why even their Parents or other Lovers, when they found out, as rare as that was, didn’t act like this.  To stand before him and call him unhonorable…why he was the most honorable person he knew.  Why did she think he was unhonorable?  It made no sense to him.  Osa had…needs.  Turk was extremely well skilled in fulfilling those needs.  What was wrong with that?  Sometimes, one girl or the other he had bedded in the past would take a dislike to the fact that he wasn’t exclusively hers.  Turk never understood that attitude.  Did he not pleasure her when he was with her?  Did she not enjoy his company?  Did she not want to see him again?  Then why should she not want Turk to share his…gift…with other beautiful women when he was with them?  Did a Fighter fight just one enemy?  Did a Baker just bake one type of bread?  Did a Sheriff arrest just one criminal?  No, people used their God given talents to their utmost…that is all Turk was doing.  So why was Minx so hateful to him?Glancing towards the bow, Turk pulled his gauntlet on tighter; embarrassed he had finally lost his temper and actually challenged a woman to a duel.   He had never fought against a woman before, and prayed he would never have to…but she had gone too far.  When she had accused Turk of bedding Rowena…TURK WILDHANDS!!! bed a defenseless woman.  All he had seen was red and he had challenged her…and now he was ashamed he had.  He looked to the sky and made a silent prayer to Pelor to give him strength; to renew the feeling of power that flowed through his blood, as he did each morning.  “In the name of Justice” he whispered, and the calmness came to him, supplied by his forgiving God.Whether it was the ocean’s cold breeze, the thought of Pelor’s forgiveness, or thinking of a defenseless woman, the scar on his shoulder began to ache in rememberance.  And, as it ached, Turk gazed upon the ocean, but his mind was not upon this vessel…it was traveling back, back, to that fateful day.  The events passed slowly in front of him as if it was not he himself seeing it, but instead as if he watched like a third party from above.  Turk saw himself, a fresh squad leader from the Academy, riding back from patrol and passing that farmhouse, and noticing his captain’s horse and some of his men before it.  Turk went inside to investigate, and found his drunken captain about to rape, again it appeared, a poor farm girl.  She seemed battered, bruised, with her clothes in disarray as they were torn about her.  Turk, in all his years of wenching had never forcibly taken a woman and now he became incensed at what he saw.  Stepping between the poor girl and his “little” captain he stayed any further harm.  But the drunken fool would not hear of it and after a few pushes and shoves drew his saber and tried to cut Turk down.  In the cramped quarters Turk could not dodge well enough and finally felt the saber slash his shoulder.  Then Turk drew his two handed sword from his back and cut his captain down with one well-aimed blow.  Turk still could hear the air as it drained from his captain’s lungs, and feel the blows of the other men as they beat him into unconsciousness.  His whole life had changed that day; only the evil deed his captain had done saved him from the gallows.  The days whirled past and became blurred in his vision…Turk came back upon the vessel…his mind regained the present but the memory was still there.  Looking up towards the Sun he whispered “Drummed from the Corps, debased by drugs, drink, and debauchery, fallen to the lowest of the lows you saved me Almighty Pelor”.  A smile “Your strength gave me a second chance…and I shall fight for Righteousness and Justice in your name.” But the irony that Minx should accuse him of taking advantage of a helpless woman, he who had lost all defending one, was not lost on Turk.Turk looked back once more towards the bow and saw Kierwin and Minx there and his heart was calm.  Pelor had given him the strength to deal with his emotions where he had failed.  With Pelor’s guiding hand and strength Turk would fulfill his newfound self-imposed quest.  To protect the innocent and the meek, to destroy Evil wherever it may rest.  As Turk shook his head he chuckled as he went off to fix himself and Rowena some food…Turk just hadn’t realized that the Evil he would face would also be hidden deep inside the gorgeous form of a companion female Elf.</blockquote>

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