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<blockquote data-quote="frostrune" data-source="post: 4442355" data-attributes="member: 12272"><p>Jokad nods to the Mayor and the Sherriff before he heads out the door. He pauses with his companions once outside.</p><p></p><p>Jokad sucks in a deep breath of the cool night air and takes a monstrous bite from probably the 5th apple you have seen him eat. <span style="color: darkred">"Well lads where to?", </span>the mischevious gleam in his eye is unmistakable.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: darkred">"HEH. I look a sorry mess for a night out on the town,"</span> he shrugs... and he does. It already seems like ages ago when he nearly bled out on the flagstones when in reality it was but a few hours. Despite Danth's best efforts he still bore grevious wounds and his remaining clothing was torn and blood soaked. Jovik wasn't much better.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: darkred">"Perhaps a proper bath first, eh? Well a beer or two then a bath. THEN I'll be ready to make a proper showing. I'm heading to the White Deer... </span><he hesitates seeing Jovik's sly look> <span style="color: darkred">to stow my gear and get a hot bath,"</span> he finishes pointedly. <span style="color: DarkRed">"Where shall I meet you?"</span></p><p></p><p>Kael and Danth seem inclined to head to the Rusty Dragon and check in on Ameiko, Jovik to the Hagfish. The town wasn't big enough to hide in. He'd find them.</p><p></p><p>Jokad takes another bite of his apple and trudges back off to the north, his smile growing with every step.</p><p></p><p>-----------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>Jokad heaves the apple core into the shadows and strides right up to main doors of the White Deer. Muffled voices certainly can be heard from within but the crowd is hardly raucous.</p><p></p><p>He presses the door open and ducks beneath the lintel. The rush of bright light blinds him for a moment but the silence of the room is certainly obvious.</p><p></p><p>When his eyes clear he sees a bunch of worried and expectant faces. He remembers what a sorry mess he looks like. The townsfolk probably think he's staggering in on death's door.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: darkred">"No worries folks,"</span> he booms, <span style="color: darkred">"The goblins are dead. Their fort is burnt... AND BY THE GODS I'M THIRSTY."</span></p><p></p><p>The collective sigh of relief is audible. The jubulent reaction moreso. The room erupts in various calls for 'thanks' or 'good job' and of course numerous calls for ale and wine. A zillion questions come at him at once but Jokad just limps through the crowd on the way to the bar.</p><p></p><p>Old Garridan is already filling him a mug of Shoanti Stout and the proud look on the man's face gives Jokad a glimmer of hope with Amryl. "Where was the girl anyway?" he thinks to himself. No sense in looking, the press around him was too thick.</p><p></p><p>He lifts his mug and drinks like he just crawled out of the Cinderlands. He wipes the foam from his lips on the back of his grimy hand and claps the empty mug back on the bar.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: darkred">"Look folks I'm tired, I'm filthy, and I'm as sore as a gelded bull. I know you have questions and I'll tell you the tale but right now I need another beer, a hot bath, and some new clothes."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed">"Garridan, can you help me out?" </span> </p><p></p><p>A second beer was already on the way.</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>To his surprise Jokad awoke as another bucket of steaming water was dumped into the overfilled tub. </p><p></p><p>"Gods did this feel good!" he thinks to himself even though he was jammed into a wash basin far too small for his lanky frame. Garridan's wife, Leah, smiled at him. There was not even the slightest chance of modesty in the small tub and apparently they 'found' other duties for their eldest daughter. He still hadn't seen a glimpse of the girl. </p><p></p><p>Never one to be terribly modest, he didn't mind too much until the older woman insisted upon inspecting and dressing the savage wound on his thigh. That was a bit awkward, but thankfully brief.</p><p></p><p>His clothes were all but destroyed so she brought him some of Garridan's. Simple woolen breeches and a tunic. They were a bit small but servicable. When he was ready, he threw back the curtain that separated the small room from the bustling kitchen. And there, finally, was Amryl... and one of her sisters.</p><p></p><p>Jokad smirked, <span style="color: DarkRed">"I believe you owe me a kiss?"</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkOrchid">"I remember no such bargain,"</span> she replied flatly. She was busy chopping vegetables and didn't look up to meet his gaze. She blushed a bit however. Her sister giggled making her blush all the more.</p><p></p><p>Before Jokad could reply Amryl's mother returned. Jokad quickly thanked her and headed out into the main taproom but not before making eye contact with Amryl one final time.</p><p></p><p>From there the night became a blur. It seemed as if folk were breathlessly waiting for the lad to re-emerge. The questions came anew, as did the congratulatory drinks. He caught only fleeting glimpses of Amryl all night and it became apparent early on that he was never going to get out and meet his friends. Eventually even the strongest men succumb to the power of alcohol. Young Jokad fought far longer than he probably should have and he would pay for it.</p><p></p><p>He awoke to an army of ogres marching through his head and little Amryl's mother could concoct offered much relief. Still he had too much pride not to respond to the Mayor's summons the next day. His friends seemed a little green as well. Their stories would have to wait for another day however. As soon as it was over Jokad hurried back to his bunk at the church. Maybe Father Zanthus had some miracle cure for hangovers? He needed to sleep</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="frostrune, post: 4442355, member: 12272"] Jokad nods to the Mayor and the Sherriff before he heads out the door. He pauses with his companions once outside. Jokad sucks in a deep breath of the cool night air and takes a monstrous bite from probably the 5th apple you have seen him eat. [COLOR="darkred"]"Well lads where to?", [/COLOR]the mischevious gleam in his eye is unmistakable. [COLOR="darkred"]"HEH. I look a sorry mess for a night out on the town,"[/COLOR] he shrugs... and he does. It already seems like ages ago when he nearly bled out on the flagstones when in reality it was but a few hours. Despite Danth's best efforts he still bore grevious wounds and his remaining clothing was torn and blood soaked. Jovik wasn't much better. [COLOR="darkred"]"Perhaps a proper bath first, eh? Well a beer or two then a bath. THEN I'll be ready to make a proper showing. I'm heading to the White Deer... [/COLOR]<he hesitates seeing Jovik's sly look> [COLOR="darkred"]to stow my gear and get a hot bath,"[/COLOR] he finishes pointedly. [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Where shall I meet you?"[/COLOR] Kael and Danth seem inclined to head to the Rusty Dragon and check in on Ameiko, Jovik to the Hagfish. The town wasn't big enough to hide in. He'd find them. Jokad takes another bite of his apple and trudges back off to the north, his smile growing with every step. ----------------------------------------------------- Jokad heaves the apple core into the shadows and strides right up to main doors of the White Deer. Muffled voices certainly can be heard from within but the crowd is hardly raucous. He presses the door open and ducks beneath the lintel. The rush of bright light blinds him for a moment but the silence of the room is certainly obvious. When his eyes clear he sees a bunch of worried and expectant faces. He remembers what a sorry mess he looks like. The townsfolk probably think he's staggering in on death's door. [COLOR="darkred"]"No worries folks,"[/COLOR] he booms, [COLOR="darkred"]"The goblins are dead. Their fort is burnt... AND BY THE GODS I'M THIRSTY."[/COLOR] The collective sigh of relief is audible. The jubulent reaction moreso. The room erupts in various calls for 'thanks' or 'good job' and of course numerous calls for ale and wine. A zillion questions come at him at once but Jokad just limps through the crowd on the way to the bar. Old Garridan is already filling him a mug of Shoanti Stout and the proud look on the man's face gives Jokad a glimmer of hope with Amryl. "Where was the girl anyway?" he thinks to himself. No sense in looking, the press around him was too thick. He lifts his mug and drinks like he just crawled out of the Cinderlands. He wipes the foam from his lips on the back of his grimy hand and claps the empty mug back on the bar. [COLOR="darkred"]"Look folks I'm tired, I'm filthy, and I'm as sore as a gelded bull. I know you have questions and I'll tell you the tale but right now I need another beer, a hot bath, and some new clothes."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Garridan, can you help me out?" [/COLOR] A second beer was already on the way. -------------------------------------------------- To his surprise Jokad awoke as another bucket of steaming water was dumped into the overfilled tub. "Gods did this feel good!" he thinks to himself even though he was jammed into a wash basin far too small for his lanky frame. Garridan's wife, Leah, smiled at him. There was not even the slightest chance of modesty in the small tub and apparently they 'found' other duties for their eldest daughter. He still hadn't seen a glimpse of the girl. Never one to be terribly modest, he didn't mind too much until the older woman insisted upon inspecting and dressing the savage wound on his thigh. That was a bit awkward, but thankfully brief. His clothes were all but destroyed so she brought him some of Garridan's. Simple woolen breeches and a tunic. They were a bit small but servicable. When he was ready, he threw back the curtain that separated the small room from the bustling kitchen. And there, finally, was Amryl... and one of her sisters. Jokad smirked, [COLOR="DarkRed"]"I believe you owe me a kiss?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"]"I remember no such bargain,"[/COLOR] she replied flatly. She was busy chopping vegetables and didn't look up to meet his gaze. She blushed a bit however. Her sister giggled making her blush all the more. Before Jokad could reply Amryl's mother returned. Jokad quickly thanked her and headed out into the main taproom but not before making eye contact with Amryl one final time. From there the night became a blur. It seemed as if folk were breathlessly waiting for the lad to re-emerge. The questions came anew, as did the congratulatory drinks. He caught only fleeting glimpses of Amryl all night and it became apparent early on that he was never going to get out and meet his friends. Eventually even the strongest men succumb to the power of alcohol. Young Jokad fought far longer than he probably should have and he would pay for it. He awoke to an army of ogres marching through his head and little Amryl's mother could concoct offered much relief. Still he had too much pride not to respond to the Mayor's summons the next day. His friends seemed a little green as well. Their stories would have to wait for another day however. As soon as it was over Jokad hurried back to his bunk at the church. Maybe Father Zanthus had some miracle cure for hangovers? He needed to sleep [/QUOTE]
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