Flint Flagon

Name: Flint Flagon
Player: Robert Lower
Origin: Dead Wastes
Legend: Champion
Organisation: Blades of Courage
==Significant Relationships==
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==Advances==
Desert Ambush (advanced trait)
Moswen Signet Ring (passive battle): This ring has the mark of one of the necromancer tribes of the Dead Wastes.
Zaikel (vassal)
General Resources
==Background==
Most settlers in the wastes worship Ra, the god of the sun. Shifters on the other hand have an ancestral affinity with the moon, and rely on the practicality of the night to travel through the desert, safely, and without the worry of extreme dehydration. Furthermore, the shifter's primordial instincts to hunt are some what wasted during the day; to sneak up upon prey in the dunes is difficult, if not impossible. Flint might respect Ra, but as the lead hunter in his nomadic tribe of shifters, the sun is a great inconvenience.
"Lead Hunter" is a somewhat deceptive job description. Rarely does a hunter have to hunt for food, as journeybreads are a far more efficient means of sustenance. The hunter is better described as a soldier and scout. He seeks out prey almost exclusively to train and protect his family from the creatures that prey upon them. In the dunes predatory scorpions and undead armies are the most common of threats, but the real danger lies in the ancient ruins that the nomads of the desert take to for shelter from the sun. The Flagon family traditionally used these ruins as a right of passage for young hunters. Flint was no exception.
A full moon, twelve years ago.
Here he was, scouting a ruin for the first time alone. There was no question that he felt fear, it was instinctive, yet he remained confident. Exploring a ruin could be easy, sometimes it would be empty, if you were unlucky you might find a lich or a large grouping of undead, but they were not exactly stealthy. If you did, you returned to the family and another hunter would confirm your discovery another night. 
This night seemed quiet however. 'Best to remain stealthy' Flint thought as he stalked his way through the ruins sticking to the shadows. Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw the reflection of two glints of moonlight. He turned and found himself facing a sphinx. 'It must of been waiting there' he assumed, over confident in his ability to detect and stay hidden from prey. 
Flint had been told about sphinxes; 'They are guardians. They will ask a riddle, a question, even a password before attacking.' his father had told him. Flint let his weapon down and relaxed a little bit.
'If a tree falls down in a forest and no creature is there to hear it, does it in fact, make a sound?' the sphinx asked in complete seriousness.
'Wait... what?' Even for a race that shared feline qualities it was difficult to decipher a sphinx's facial expression. There was a brief silence. 'It must be some kind of ancient practical joke.' Flint thought to himself and he tightened the grip on his weapon....
'If a tree falls down in a forest and no creature is there to hear it, does it in fact, make a sound?' the sphinx repeated.
'Ah to hell with it.'
Flint charged.
The battle was difficult. The sphinx took to the air, Flint waited on the ground, preparing to strike it down when it pounced at him. Eventually after shifting into an even more bestial forum, he brought the creature down. He examined it, its feline appearance reminiscent of his own race. He took some of the angelic feathers and part of the mane to prove his kill and paid his respects to his prey. 
'A sphinx is a guardian' Flint's father had told him, so he explored the area the creature had been protecting. Inside was an ancient armoury, touched only by time. On an ancient stone mannequin he found a set of armour that was totally impractical for the desert, but alongside it was a weapon of shape and design he had never seen. It was a long handle connected to a curved blade at either end, it was a little dirty but still striking. Flint took it and admired it. 'This will guarantee my right of passage' he thought.
A full moon, two months ago.
Flint still carries the weapon he found as he hunts a group of skeletal soldiers across the dunes. Skeletal tracks are easy to follow, but a sudden change in their footsteps intrigues him. 'Ready for battle?' he ponders. It soon becomes clear that the battle is over, when Flint finds the remains of several half elf and human scouts dressed in armour he had not seen before in the dunes. 'These are not desert people' he surmised as he searched their bodies. On the body of one of the scouts he found a letter.
'To all subjects of the Kingdom of Athesia, rejoice!
Your kingdom still stands despite enemies of civilisation from all over Athesia flocking to our borders in an attempt to destroy us.' He scanned through a list of places he had never seen or heard of, creatures he did not know existed prior.
'And most terrifyingly a seemingly uncountable wave of undead emerged form the Dead Wastes at the behest of the dread lich Ma'Keth. Not only did his forces get turned back by our armies but the monster himself was destroyed at the hands of those heroes that answered my call. His death will be like a warning bell to the other powerful creatures of the world that may wish to crush us.' So that explained the sudden rise and fall in the numbers of undead. Flint was impressed. 'I must find out more about this King Kiya'.
He retuned to his family, and informed them that he would be leaving them for some time. 'I am going on a great hunt, I do not know when I shall return. If this King Kiya intends to succeed in his aims to create civilisation then he will need assistance, this is a great opportunity to test my skills'. Flint appointed Silver Spot, his childhood friend as the new lead hunter, said goodbye to his tribe and began his journey to unity island.
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