Flynt is ex-militia, he had been keeping Alkenstar safe from the threats of the Mana Wastes since he was sixteen. He was taught how to handle a gun and maintain it during his time protecting and serving the Grand Duchy. However, the naive idealism of youth was quickly ground down by life in the militia. Eventually he came to blows with a superior officer and was nearly discharged. Instead he was demoted and assigned to a patrol route out in the Wastes in order to ingrain into him the folly of challenging authority.
It was out there in the Wastes that he found something… growing in a cave during one of his patrols. Whatever it was ate his horse and two of his comrades. After it broke his leg in three places his commanding officer wrote him off as dead and gave the order to blast the entrance of the cave to keep this thing from chasing them any further.
Trapped in the dark, Flynt dragged himself through passage after passage, fueling his body with terror and a stubborn refusal to die. He could have sworn that more than once the creature was right behind him. After another close escape Flynt found himself in a cave with a very familiar couple of smells, sulphur and bat droppings. Desperate and tired of running, Flynt improvised a splint with his musket and set to work as quickly as possible.
Supplementing his waning rations with captured bat, he stumbled through what he remembered about making black powder. After a couple of false starts he had enough for a small bomb of his own. The creature was upon him as soon as he could no longer mask his scent with the bat guano and seized the young militiaman in its tentacles. Flynt was ready this time and as the creature opened its toothless maw to swallow him, Flynt hurled his pack, now bulging with black powder, in first. Worming a hand free, he drew his pistol and fired.
The resulting explosion and the creature’s death throes collapsed the passageway and plunged the two into a subterranean river. As the dead thing was washed down into the darkness, Flynt struggled to the side of the river and managed to pull himself out. When he came to he was in a strange cavern somewhere deep underground. Before him was a hellish motif in stone, lit by strange crystals that lined the walls. Men, monsters, and machines stood frozen in the midst of bloody war, all petrified. He would have thought it some sort of terrible piece of art if not for the horrid detail. Eyes of opal, blood splashing across the ground in veins of ruby, magical effects preserved in emeralds and turquoise.
The only exception was in the exact center of the hellscape stood a woman, her arms outstretched made from the same stones and gems as her pained companions but with her eyes closed and face serene. Feverish, chilled to the bone, half-starved, and mildly mangled, Flynt collapsed in front of her. In the sporadic moments of consciousness that followed, he saw many things that simply could not be but at this point reality was a tenuous concept for young master Flynt. At one point he could have sworn the serene lady cradled his head in her lap and sang to him in a soft wordless song. In another fleeting moment of wakefulness he witness her carving the stone heart from the chest of a towering warrior before turning on him with the blade. Familiar faces danced and laughed all around him and then…
When Flynt woke next he was back in the Wastes somehow stumbling toward Alkenstar with a new scar on his chest and a unnerving lack of a pulse. He was alive, but things were entirely different, colors were sharper and everything smelled cleaner. It was as though someone had lifted a veil from his face. Needless to say that the Militia was no longer the life for him. So he left Alkenstar, trying to find someone show could explain what had happened to him.
Fortunately, skill with firearms was something that will always be in something of a demand so Flynt never went hungry. Unfortunately, his understanding of the forces at work in this world is far less honed than his other skills. So mercenary work became his mainstay.