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<blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 3916024" data-attributes="member: 2820"><p>Jovik took his cuffings well. Mom was like that. And Jovik was in trouble enough as a lad to have received more than his fair share of them. His father's distance was troubling for Jovik but almost welcomed. He hadn't really been getting along well with him anyway and this saved him the trouble of saying goodbye. His mom gave him one last rib-crackig hug as he left of the door to go to the Hagfish.</p><p></p><p>There he was in his element. He was enjoying the moment, the congradulations, the free drinks, the requests for stories. He lightly fingered the pink traces across his chest, faded scars of goblin blades. The flesh had been healed by magic, but the memory of the pain was still with him. Still, he was enjoying himself immensely when his father showed up. Jovik hadn't seen him, it wasn't until the crowd around him grew silent and aprted that Jovik saw who was approaching. <em>'Great'</em> he thought <em>'the old man's here to drag me back home, drag me back to the old life, chain me with lines and nets to fish.'</em> Jovik was readying his arguements, the same he had been preparing for months now as he planned his escape from the stiffling life of fish. But he never got to use them. His father's words left him stunned and mute. He barely was able mouth 'bye' silently as he left. Dammit, his father still could ruin his fun. His mood turning black with a strange mixture of remorse and rebellion, Jovik finished his beer and headed upstairs to his room. The common room had somehow grown too noisy for him just then. The sight of all his possesions, carefully assembled over the years, now finally sitting here in a room that was not that of his childhood, truely brought home the finality of his decision. Anger still flared at his father, <span style="color: RoyalBlue">"I'll bet he gave me his old fishing gear"</span> but when the blade flashes out, Jovik is stunned. Dad didn't talk about gramps much. But he heard the occaisional tale about gramps being a some kind of soldier or big shot down in Magnimar, and left that place to raise his young family in a quieter, safer place. Jovik sat and looked at the blade for a long time, studying the runes on the blade. After some time he said, "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">well gramps had you in war, and Dad wants me to use you, so I'll call you 'Goblin Hook', and you and I can catch and gut a lot of goblins"</span>. Jovik still wasn't sure what to make of his father. He knew he wasn't the favorite son, he wasn't a fisheman, but this was unlike Dad. Even in the cold light of morning, Jovik wasn't sure what to make of it. But the sun was bright, the pink scars had fully faded and the memory of pain was diminishing as well.</p><p></p><p>Jovik took full advantage to get out and be seen and receive the thanks heaped upon him. He said his goodbyes, few were surprised. In a small town like Sandpoint there were few secrets and msot people knew Jovik's intentions, and apparently word had spread of his encounter with his father last night. Jovik did make one stop that day to buy the last two jars of harpy musk to be found. There had been a big run on them after the raid. They weren't even on the shelf, but Lakna, the shopkeeper, had been saving them for himself. "But for our local hero, how could I not sell them!" Jovik paid 5 gold for the two jars. Lakna said "No, there only 2 apiece" but Jovik insisted on overpaying, his mind thinking back to all the apples he had lifted from Lakna's store as a kid.</p><p></p><p>The next day dawned brightly, but saw a subdued Jovik. Saying goodbye had been hard, but it was harded because he hadn't left yet. But the thrilling ride, and the hunt soon drove out any other thoughts in the boy's head. An excellent distraction it turned out to be. Jovik is a little comflicted about Aldern. The man is from Magnimar, where his grandfather was from. And here was a mna with wealth and power, the things Jovik craved. But still he represented the laws that felt confining to Jovik and Jovik was very coy and cautious when answering Aldern questions.</p><p>The trip back to the inn was exciting, and he was looking forward to being part of the attention again. The girls liked to here about how he took on those first two goblins with just a knife. Jovik always seemed to be able to embelish it a little each time to get another gasp from the girls.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fenris, post: 3916024, member: 2820"] Jovik took his cuffings well. Mom was like that. And Jovik was in trouble enough as a lad to have received more than his fair share of them. His father's distance was troubling for Jovik but almost welcomed. He hadn't really been getting along well with him anyway and this saved him the trouble of saying goodbye. His mom gave him one last rib-crackig hug as he left of the door to go to the Hagfish. There he was in his element. He was enjoying the moment, the congradulations, the free drinks, the requests for stories. He lightly fingered the pink traces across his chest, faded scars of goblin blades. The flesh had been healed by magic, but the memory of the pain was still with him. Still, he was enjoying himself immensely when his father showed up. Jovik hadn't seen him, it wasn't until the crowd around him grew silent and aprted that Jovik saw who was approaching. [I]'Great'[/I] he thought [I]'the old man's here to drag me back home, drag me back to the old life, chain me with lines and nets to fish.'[/I] Jovik was readying his arguements, the same he had been preparing for months now as he planned his escape from the stiffling life of fish. But he never got to use them. His father's words left him stunned and mute. He barely was able mouth 'bye' silently as he left. Dammit, his father still could ruin his fun. His mood turning black with a strange mixture of remorse and rebellion, Jovik finished his beer and headed upstairs to his room. The common room had somehow grown too noisy for him just then. The sight of all his possesions, carefully assembled over the years, now finally sitting here in a room that was not that of his childhood, truely brought home the finality of his decision. Anger still flared at his father, [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"I'll bet he gave me his old fishing gear"[/COLOR] but when the blade flashes out, Jovik is stunned. Dad didn't talk about gramps much. But he heard the occaisional tale about gramps being a some kind of soldier or big shot down in Magnimar, and left that place to raise his young family in a quieter, safer place. Jovik sat and looked at the blade for a long time, studying the runes on the blade. After some time he said, "[COLOR=RoyalBlue]well gramps had you in war, and Dad wants me to use you, so I'll call you 'Goblin Hook', and you and I can catch and gut a lot of goblins"[/COLOR]. Jovik still wasn't sure what to make of his father. He knew he wasn't the favorite son, he wasn't a fisheman, but this was unlike Dad. Even in the cold light of morning, Jovik wasn't sure what to make of it. But the sun was bright, the pink scars had fully faded and the memory of pain was diminishing as well. Jovik took full advantage to get out and be seen and receive the thanks heaped upon him. He said his goodbyes, few were surprised. In a small town like Sandpoint there were few secrets and msot people knew Jovik's intentions, and apparently word had spread of his encounter with his father last night. Jovik did make one stop that day to buy the last two jars of harpy musk to be found. There had been a big run on them after the raid. They weren't even on the shelf, but Lakna, the shopkeeper, had been saving them for himself. "But for our local hero, how could I not sell them!" Jovik paid 5 gold for the two jars. Lakna said "No, there only 2 apiece" but Jovik insisted on overpaying, his mind thinking back to all the apples he had lifted from Lakna's store as a kid. The next day dawned brightly, but saw a subdued Jovik. Saying goodbye had been hard, but it was harded because he hadn't left yet. But the thrilling ride, and the hunt soon drove out any other thoughts in the boy's head. An excellent distraction it turned out to be. Jovik is a little comflicted about Aldern. The man is from Magnimar, where his grandfather was from. And here was a mna with wealth and power, the things Jovik craved. But still he represented the laws that felt confining to Jovik and Jovik was very coy and cautious when answering Aldern questions. The trip back to the inn was exciting, and he was looking forward to being part of the attention again. The girls liked to here about how he took on those first two goblins with just a knife. Jovik always seemed to be able to embelish it a little each time to get another gasp from the girls. [/QUOTE]
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