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#1 2013-08-20 18:27:38

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Remembering

It was the dank hours of dawn and Finn knew he needed to leave his current location but he couldn't help it he was so close. He heard a slight crunch and looked down at a chip in the bottle, he quickly threw it at a tree. He breathed in a sigh of relief as the tree fell over with a loud crack. "Damn it, that was my last one." He couldn't help feeling a bit hopeless over the past few weeks he'd gone from a citizen to a fugitive thanks to the real criminals and that monster that paraded around as captain of the militia which was really just a few thugs framing people.

He began to think of the past before the town was abandoned completely by Cove, they still had problems but nothing like this, the shamblers were the least of his worries now, they'd become part of his daily routine he'd go out in the dark of night to get ore and smelt it to iron for his project inevitable he'd attract four or five, but he'd developed a new sword that would make quick work of them without much hassle it'd slice the head off and it'd be done. If anything his time as an outlaw had given him an abundance of free time to perfect his crafts, he remembered his first outing with his father into the mine at the age of nine, he was probably more a hindrance than help but his father never complained and continued to correct him in the use of the pick, if his father saw him now he'd roll over in his grave. Finn laughed, "At least he has the luxury of a grave."

Finns thoughts came back to the present, he had no idea why he returned, he'd made it to Britain without so much as a scratch, he'd seen the sprawling city with guarded bridges and outpost that put anything in Blackwell to shame. He'd also seen the East side of Britain left unguarded by any fortification, people walked around at night with little more than daggers just in case with guards stationed on the outskirts in armor the whole town of Blackwell wouldn't be able to afford. After two days in town Finn knew he'd be going back he didn't know why, he could have easily found work the premier blacksmiths seemed to have dozens of apprentices and he was sure they wouldn't mind another, he'd even done some of the blank work for meals while he was there, the old man was nice enough offering him a position but it didn't feel right something had nagged him. His thoughts always turned to Blackwell, he'd finally left the town but it was on the wrong terms he couldn't leave with that monster around, more people would get hurt, more people would be put on the chopping block if he weren't stopped. On his way out of Britain he met with a group heading north to find work in some of the outskirts, He'd met a healer, a carpenter, and a rather odd mage who he'd warned would probably get burned up north due to the churches influence but the man shrugged off his warning and said he'd deal with it if the time came.

Finns thoughts turned to his work as he spun a few gears he watched the sun rise cloaking both Felucca and Trammel in it's brightness before they disappeared from the sky, he finished his work and packed the kit he'd made in a bag with a few others, "I guess all those years hunting and trapping animals will finally pay off if these work", Finn Laughed knowing that with the rise of the sun he'd be heading back into the woods to find a place to hide out until night came.

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