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<blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 4445876" data-attributes="member: 2820"><p>Jovik was in high spirits for the walk back. He was whistling and tossing Gull's Wing about in the air, cutting down leaves and nimbly catching the balde as it whirled back to his hand. He loved that sound. </p><p></p><p>And why shouldn't he be in high spirits, he had survived. Jovik always survived. This time Desna had truely smiled upon him. He had gotten out of mnay pickles and close calls before, but this one trumped them all. He had cheated death. The severity of the event had already faded in his mind, and the bravado of youth returned. Jovik had tumbled and stabbed his way to an adventure and a pile of treasure. He had opened the chieftans' chest and helped defeat the demon who had been terrorizing Sandpoint. His family would be safe. </p><p></p><p>Each step closer to Sandpoint made the memory fade and his spirits soar. He practically skipped into town. Jokad merely shook his head and wondeed yet again about the lanky youth.</p><p></p><p>Jovik silently headed over to his parents house. The house was dark, fishermen get up early, another reason Jovik hated the profession. He easily picked the lock, it was the one he learned on. Crept over to the small kitchen table theat fed him for so long and left a small bag of gold and a short note (<em>I'm back and safe. Jovik</em>) before leaving as quietly as he had come, locking the door behind him.</p><p></p><p>He turned his feet to the Hagfish where he had a rousing welcome. The beer came quickly as did demands for tales. Jovik told a few, and they always had him as the most heroic, central figure it seems. But in night filled with kisses and beers and stories, is heart wasn't in it. His normal luck at cards even gave out.<em> Desna can take as well as give </em>he thought, and didn't complain at losing for once.</p><p></p><p>It had been a long, long day, the night was getting long, word spread that Jovik was in the Hagfish and it was getting more packed by the hour. Exhaustion was overtaking Jovik, but youth is a curious thing, it provides the body with rest and nourishment or no reason at all.</p><p></p><p>Jovik eventually saw the sun coming up, the fisherman in him knew it, he excused himself, headed upstairs, there he took out his one of ther set of clothes and washed up. He stood for a moment looking at Gull's Wing and Goblin Hook. He thought about howthey had taken him so far, and would take him, finally he had enough money to leave. Then came the summons to the Mayor's office.......</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Jovik took the badge with some reluctance, this was a chain to him, gilded or not it tied him to Sandpoint. Here he thought he would have his freedom finally, enough money to move away and now this. He almost gave it back, his hand was moving that way until he thought of his mother, and his hand slowly returned.</p><p></p><p>Jovik left the mayor's office in much less high spirits than he had come in on. The other may have seen it as a great honor, but Jovik saw bars.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fenris, post: 4445876, member: 2820"] Jovik was in high spirits for the walk back. He was whistling and tossing Gull's Wing about in the air, cutting down leaves and nimbly catching the balde as it whirled back to his hand. He loved that sound. And why shouldn't he be in high spirits, he had survived. Jovik always survived. This time Desna had truely smiled upon him. He had gotten out of mnay pickles and close calls before, but this one trumped them all. He had cheated death. The severity of the event had already faded in his mind, and the bravado of youth returned. Jovik had tumbled and stabbed his way to an adventure and a pile of treasure. He had opened the chieftans' chest and helped defeat the demon who had been terrorizing Sandpoint. His family would be safe. Each step closer to Sandpoint made the memory fade and his spirits soar. He practically skipped into town. Jokad merely shook his head and wondeed yet again about the lanky youth. Jovik silently headed over to his parents house. The house was dark, fishermen get up early, another reason Jovik hated the profession. He easily picked the lock, it was the one he learned on. Crept over to the small kitchen table theat fed him for so long and left a small bag of gold and a short note ([I]I'm back and safe. Jovik[/I]) before leaving as quietly as he had come, locking the door behind him. He turned his feet to the Hagfish where he had a rousing welcome. The beer came quickly as did demands for tales. Jovik told a few, and they always had him as the most heroic, central figure it seems. But in night filled with kisses and beers and stories, is heart wasn't in it. His normal luck at cards even gave out.[I] Desna can take as well as give [/I]he thought, and didn't complain at losing for once. It had been a long, long day, the night was getting long, word spread that Jovik was in the Hagfish and it was getting more packed by the hour. Exhaustion was overtaking Jovik, but youth is a curious thing, it provides the body with rest and nourishment or no reason at all. Jovik eventually saw the sun coming up, the fisherman in him knew it, he excused himself, headed upstairs, there he took out his one of ther set of clothes and washed up. He stood for a moment looking at Gull's Wing and Goblin Hook. He thought about howthey had taken him so far, and would take him, finally he had enough money to leave. Then came the summons to the Mayor's office....... Jovik took the badge with some reluctance, this was a chain to him, gilded or not it tied him to Sandpoint. Here he thought he would have his freedom finally, enough money to move away and now this. He almost gave it back, his hand was moving that way until he thought of his mother, and his hand slowly returned. Jovik left the mayor's office in much less high spirits than he had come in on. The other may have seen it as a great honor, but Jovik saw bars. [/QUOTE]
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