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Message: <blockquote data-quote="AndrewADnDPlayer" data-source="post: 475842" data-attributes="member: 7012">Turk's InterludeThe Return to Oakhurst Begins:As the Party returned from the Sunless Citadel and entered Oakhurst; Turk bade the others a temporary goodbye "I am off to check on Rowena and will meet you all back at the Boar's Inn later for dinner." Flashing a smile and a slight bow to all he winked surreptitiously at Kierwin and then spun and headed off...After leaving the Party at the city limits Turk went to the Temple of Pelor to see Dem Nackle and check on Rowena.  He had a long conversation with Dem about what had happened at the Sunless Citadel and learned how Rowena had fared in his absence.  It turned out that Dem and Turk hit it off famously, probably due to their shared love of Pelor, and soon she insisted he call her Corkie, her not so formal name.  Once they had chatted for near an hour Turk decided that he should take advantage of the wonderful day and take Rowena out for a walk to get her some fresh air.Turk smiled warmly as he and Rowena strolled out of the temple.  He steered Rowena to a country lane and soon they were arm in arm walking down the path.  Rowena seemed to naturally take his arm in hers as she leaned on him as they slowly walked.  They were in no hurry and somehow Turk could sense that Rowena wanted and needed his close attention.  She seemed just slightly more coherent, though she still did not speak, and when Turk gazed into her eyes he could still see that haunted look as if trouble was following her.  Turk's eyes continually scanned the horizon for danger, not that he expected any on this beautiful afternoon, but it was part of his training and he did it automatically.  As they left the city boundaries he noticed some scraggly vegetation and for a moment his military training rose to the surface and he wondered how it would fair as a barricade for defense and then dismissed it as lacking to the task.  Not giving it a further thought he returned Rowena's small squeezes on his arm with his own and he began to talk quietly to her.  Turk normally didn't talk much to woman.  He had found out early on that woman enjoyed it when they were allowed to talk openly and some were actually surprised by it when he promoted it.  They seemed to think men only enjoyed hearing their own voices and when Turk manipulated them into talking they usually burst forth like a dam.  The fact that this emotional purge left them open to his maneuvering them into bed was the main reason Turk used this tactic, but partly he did enjoy listening to them as he was curious about all things feminine in nature.  Of course, at the moment Rowena couldn’t speak, and even more importantly Turk had no intentions of bedding Rowena.  It wasn't that Rowena wasn't pretty; in fact she was downright gorgeous, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever met.  But, in her present condition the thought never even entered into Turk's head.  Turk had never taken a woman by force, nor had he ever taken one that had not willingly gone to his bed, and sometimes insisting upon it.  It didn’t matter to Turk that his charm, or good looks, or wit, or heavy purse had enabled him to persuade or pay the many woman he had been with to willingly join his bed, the ultimate fact was they went willingly and that was all that mattered.  But Rowena, in her present condition, could never willingly make that choice, so Turk was in the unusual situation of being in the presence of a good looking woman and not wondering how and when he could get her in bed. In a way it was rather refreshing and Turk felt almost free in a sense.  Of course, he had just been with Osa for many a pleasurable night and he could tell Kierwin would not be far behind so he wasn't too concerned about finding a bedmate at the moment.  Kierwin would be a grand prize to bed, his first Elf and a beauty too.  Turk sincerely liked Kierwin and he hoped that he would be able to give her many, many orgasms so that she would fondly look back on their tryst for the rest of her long life.  Turk was an extremely considerate lover and always strived to make the most of every partner’s sexual interlude.  Even when he paid for sex he enjoyed making the whores truly orgasm.  He, for some reason, enjoyed the sex better when he knew his partners were enjoying it too.  And of course, over time, he had become so good that he now prided himself on the fact that many women would remember him to their deathbeds. But right now as he and Rowena walked through the marvelous countryside he had not the pressure of what to say and how to say it and analyzing the situation to take advantage of it...right now he could relax.  So, as they strolled, Turk talked of his past, his present, and the possible future.  He had not had anyone to talk to about his amazing transformation and even though Rowena would remember none of this it still felt good to tell her.  So he talked and spoke of his inner thoughts, and he felt her closeness to him, and he felt at ease and at peace.  Never before had he spoken so intimately to anyone.  He told her of his beginnings as a lad, and how he had run errands for his banker Father.  He told her of his early trouble with visiting places of ill repute, and how that had resulted in his charm school education, and then later his military training at the Academy.  Even though Rowena couldn’t really understand him, as he spoke he still did not mention any of his many woman by name or by intimate detail.  His personal honor would never allow him to discuss such things openly at any time; gentlemen simply did not discuss their private affairs at any time.After a bit they reached the top of a low hill and Turk felt that Rowena might need a short rest.  He placed his cloak upon the soft green earth and set Rowena upon it.  Then he gave her water from his flask and the last of his fresh rations to nibble upon.  As she sat there he scanned the countryside and took in all the beauty as he continued on with his story.  He told her of that wicked day that had changed his life; the month of self imposed debauchery after that, and then the amazing transformation, guided by Pelor’s hand, that had changed his life forever forward.  As he gazed upon her upturned shining face, “By what miracle has Pelor chosen me to carry forth His righteous justice upon the land?  How is it that I have been granted the honor of being His vessel to be filled with His strength and goodness, and then its contents to be poured from me onto those that I meet?”  Turk looked from Rowena and upon the horizon, his own eyes carrying a haunted look suddenly, “Do I have the inner strength to carry forth this mighty quest?  To help the meek, to protect the weak, and to destroy Evil wherever it may lurk in darkness?”  Turk sadly shook his head in a moment of weakness, and then looked upwards to the shining sun above and let its rays of strength and warmth fill him, “Of course I do not have the strength, but I do not need to nor am I capable of having it, but as long as I follow Pelor it shall be HIS strength that guides me and gives me the power and will to fulfill my new destiny.”  And so with a proud and genuine smile a different feeling Turk lifted Rowena from the ground and they renewed their trek.  And so they walked on and before they knew it they had completed their roundabout travels and come back to the temple. Turk walked Rowena inside and made sure Corkie knew they were back.  But before he left he took both of Rowena’s hands in his and leaned forward and lightly kissed Rowena upon her forehead, "Pelor's guiding hand protect thee till I may return to your side, Mistress of My Thoughts, Mistress of Mystery."  With that he turned and headed outside to see a Dwarf about supplies.</blockquote>

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