The Beckoning of Flint Stonewild

[The Almighty DM]

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In the dark of the night, you lay asleep in your room.

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Describe your room, as well as your house and location, in as much detail as you desire. I will fill in the rest as the adventure goes, but you hold a lot of power now to affect your world as you wish.

[mattman6000]

The inn is bright even in the late evening. Its red brick structure can be seen from almost anywhere in the small town, even if it receives little sunlight. Torches are lit everywhere, as some travelers may chose to rest even with the moon at full light. Flint's shift finally ends as his dad always takes the graveyard shift, it has been the family way since Flint was a child. Flint walks over to the door leading to the wooden steps, which is marked "Employees only," to his room on the second floor of the inn. The sign is small and can easily be taken off if the family needs room for more for people to stay, although this has never happened in Flint's life. Flint's door is the first on the right after reaching the top of the stairs. As he walks in he takes off his work clothing, which is just some basic cloth he has had for six years now, and strips down to his underwear as it gets very hot on the second floor where he sleeps. His wardrobe is in the back left corner from where he entered the room, and he puts his work clothing in there. Next to the wardrobe on the left side of the room is a small wooden desk which has three slots. One slot is to new pieces of parchment which have yet to be written on. The second slot contains parchment which has many different ideas Flint has had while sleeping or working that he wanted to write down. The third slot had a small book which Flint had borrowed from the local monastery entitled "The Guidelines for a Bahamut worshiper." Flint takes an hour or so to read a part of this book every night, and has finished it almost 10 times. He places the book back into its slot and crawls into his bed on the right side of the room, which looks like it could fit 3 people, eager to close his eye's and wait for another day.

EDIT: There's a window directly across from the door when you enter the room. It is pretty small.

[The Almighty DM]

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Although the details are faded, and the images seem to be shrouded in a purple haze, Flint stands at the base of the mountain and looks up towards the summit. A gust whips snow past his face, and as it clears, he is faced with the worn rubble of a once glorious castle. Another gust leaves him in what seems to have once been the crown room. A fissure running along the ceiling allows flakes of snow to drift down to the dusted floor. A man sits on the throw, sword standing at his side. He begins to mumble, and although Flint cannot see his mouth move, the mumble quickly turns into a deafening roar of an ancient beast that tears Flint from his sleep. Flint jumps up in his bed, but it takes a few moments to realize that he is no longer dreaming, for the purple haze persists in his surrounding. From the window, a glow flows into the room that casts a faint shadow on everything it reaches. Although the eyes can not detect any shifting in the light, Flint feels a throbbing like that of a heart as he is immersed in the illumination.

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React.

[mattman6000]

Flint stares directly at the light coming from his window. He reaches his hand out of the window, hoping for a vision, a sign, something just to make him realize what he has just witnessed and what is currently happening.

[The Almighty DM]

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The glow slowly condenses into a single orb of light. It captivates Flint with its beauty, and he can feel a tug on his soul urging him to go towards him. The ball hangs in place for a few moments before darting into the room and dissolving throughout through out the door until the entire is lit up in the unique beauty.

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React

[mattman6000]

Flint feels enlightened by this mysterious light. He is drawn to where it has gone, what it has done to him. He feels the sudden urge for adventure. He puts on his clothing and decided to follow the light, interested in where it will lead him or where it will go.

[The Almighty DM]

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Flint moves toward the light, but it is remains a fixed distance from him. He follows it down the stairs as completely ignores the purple fog that lays on the ground wherever he goes. The light works to completely captivate him to the point that he sleep walks towards it, unaware of his actions or destination. Only when he is few yards outside the house does he realize the situation. A feeling of amazement sweeps over him and he knows that any action further will irrevocably alter his future.

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Decide your future.

[mattman6000]

Flint decides that this feeling of unreal amazement given by the light makes him feel empowered, enlightened and almost mystical. He is almost certain he must venture onward, and decides to pack most of his belonging, taking his books, his parchment and his clothing. He tells his family of his almost unreal realization and they accept, figuring it's just a weird phase that he is going through and that it won't last too long.

[The Almighty DM]

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Flint's father puts an arm around his wife and whispers to her that it's better that it happened quickly, lest they should have to worry preceding his departure. And he assures he must have been talking about a metaphorical light.

As Flint shuts the door behind him, quickly stealing one last glance at his parents before departing with a grin, he turns to face the obscure haze and small floating orb, the only certainty he can hope to expect from here on out. "Bahamut be with me."

And with his God in his thoughts, Flint steps forward. In what direction he is actually going, he is completely unsure. But he is positive its forward. The once rigid orb soon begins to melt into the fog as he shuffles towards it. The radiance no longer a spot before him, rather, it envelops him and becomes everything. In each small glimmer of light, countless as the stars, Flint peers into his past and the bright light that was his life.

Even as a boy, he had such a strong will. He remembered the time he once chased his older cousin half way across town just because he had eaten the last cookie. Flint might not have gotten the cookie that day, but you can be sure that was the last time.

As he grew older, his will constantly clashed with those who might underestimate him.

The inn was no stranger to a dunk fellow or two, and when they got riled up, Flint often was the closest target. After the first sucker punch, Flint learned to not drop his guard. He might not have had the social skills to defuse the situation, or the strength to squash it, but he knew how the world worked, and knew that a sharp knife never failed to scare the piss out of any one daring enough to step too close. He'd never use it of course, but they didn't know that.

The only one who knew the truth of Flint was the young monk up in the monastery. While Flint found him a little pretentious, he shared one thing with Ivar, his devotion to Bahamut. Perhaps Flint's ideal of good involved a lot of punishment of evil, but he never backed downed when his god was called into question. Flint always felt Bahamut's hand as he walked into danger, and Flint would always provide his hand when Bahamut's honor required action.

Even the thought of his devotion gave Flint strength. He could feel the courage of ten thousand men flow through him. As he walked through that fog, his vision refined and while he could still see no details, he clearly saw the path in front of him. The adventure that awaited excited him, and with his Bahamut as his ally, he could feel the world tremble under his step.

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