Many years passed, and as Sassaroth grew so did his temperament for exploration. The villagers that welcomed him so openly before the accident were now superstitious and sometimes openly uncomfortable around him. The say he changed, not just physically with his hair going a pale color or his skin not accepting a tan anymore, but also as a person.
â€ÂThe world had gone insane.†he said to himself. He felt fine, he was still the same person he was before. He felt more alive and wanted to express it, but the villagers treated him with disdain and sometimes contempt. This road lead only down one path, rebellion. Sassaroth smiled to himself. “If the villagers will not treat me equally, nor will I.â€Â
At first it was a just a look or a mocking face, but as time grew so did his ideas of mischief. Sassaroth would load the bucket of the local well with rocks so it was hard to draw up, or stack wheat in front of people's doors. His more infamous tricks was to tie a dead fish half way down the chimney of some of the more rude villagers and laugh as it took weeks to figure out where the smell was coming from.
In time the trouble grew to the point where he was caught stealing. This was the final straw of the village. "Let me go you over sized brutes!†Sass yelled to the guards that carted him away to jail for three days. The guards merely laughed and ignored the protests.
“Just sit tight Sassy pants; here is water and food for three days. The bucket is the corner is your outlet, and the straw is your bed.†The main guard said and locked the stone hut. When they returned Sass was still in the same place, the food and water had not been touched, but there was a glare to his eye that spoke worlds. He was 16 now, and very angry.
The villagers thought this would remove his wild streak, but it only fueled the fire. He returned and for years prepared to leave the village once and for all. He rein of terror was unmatched by others of the village. No matter how many times he was removed to the stone hut, he returned without word or regret.
No matter what happened, his parents had always been there for him, even after the accident. If only the villagers knew and treated him like his parents, he may have never went bad. Sass reflected on this and begin to weep. He just wanted to be a fisherman, but there was a yearning inside him now that could not be quenched.Perhaps they are right, perhaps he is not himself.
On a stormy night when his tears and yells of anguish were muffled by the storm that hit the coastline. Sassaroth did not return to the hut of his ma and da, but stayed in the storm yelling at the gods in the clouds to keep it down. “quiet you pompous overbearing puffed up sodden undeserving glow bugs!â€Â
The gods ignored him. He went inside.
In the morning Sass woke and went out to fish when a sudden feeling to move over took him. Just then a bolt of light hit where he had stood. He looks around to see no clouds in the sky. He took that as a sign. “Fine then,†he grumbled, “Its time to leave.â€Â
His ma and da gave him a simple farewell and he gave them a loving smile. He had always loved them and still will, but they understood and wished him luck and happiness. He left in the middle of the night with the stars to guide him. With ample food and gil, not necessarily his, he struck out to find a new home. He was 20 cycles at this time and the world was open to his travels; that is until the guards caught up to him. Sassaroth or now know as Sass in the legal circles traveled.
Mischief was too far behind whispering promise of adventure in his ear. He never lied to a guard nor tried to con his way out of things. For a criminal he decided truth was still the best policy; his parents taught him that and he stuck to it. In the end it was always easy to convict him of crimes. He kept jail time at bay with his charisma and a good nature, but the fines always piled up.
In the end one of the more angry of judges had his guards dragged him to licensing and had him signed up as a adventurer. He never knew he could do this. It felt to him he had final found a place in life.
The next day he boarded, or stowed away on a boat. He later found out it was heading to Ul'dah. He would try to find an honest job and make sure his fines were transferred. He didn't want anymore trouble, but sometimes, trouble sneaks aboard as well. Time would tell.
â€ÂThe world had gone insane.†he said to himself. He felt fine, he was still the same person he was before. He felt more alive and wanted to express it, but the villagers treated him with disdain and sometimes contempt. This road lead only down one path, rebellion. Sassaroth smiled to himself. “If the villagers will not treat me equally, nor will I.â€Â
At first it was a just a look or a mocking face, but as time grew so did his ideas of mischief. Sassaroth would load the bucket of the local well with rocks so it was hard to draw up, or stack wheat in front of people's doors. His more infamous tricks was to tie a dead fish half way down the chimney of some of the more rude villagers and laugh as it took weeks to figure out where the smell was coming from.
In time the trouble grew to the point where he was caught stealing. This was the final straw of the village. "Let me go you over sized brutes!†Sass yelled to the guards that carted him away to jail for three days. The guards merely laughed and ignored the protests.
“Just sit tight Sassy pants; here is water and food for three days. The bucket is the corner is your outlet, and the straw is your bed.†The main guard said and locked the stone hut. When they returned Sass was still in the same place, the food and water had not been touched, but there was a glare to his eye that spoke worlds. He was 16 now, and very angry.
The villagers thought this would remove his wild streak, but it only fueled the fire. He returned and for years prepared to leave the village once and for all. He rein of terror was unmatched by others of the village. No matter how many times he was removed to the stone hut, he returned without word or regret.
No matter what happened, his parents had always been there for him, even after the accident. If only the villagers knew and treated him like his parents, he may have never went bad. Sass reflected on this and begin to weep. He just wanted to be a fisherman, but there was a yearning inside him now that could not be quenched.Perhaps they are right, perhaps he is not himself.
On a stormy night when his tears and yells of anguish were muffled by the storm that hit the coastline. Sassaroth did not return to the hut of his ma and da, but stayed in the storm yelling at the gods in the clouds to keep it down. “quiet you pompous overbearing puffed up sodden undeserving glow bugs!â€Â
The gods ignored him. He went inside.
In the morning Sass woke and went out to fish when a sudden feeling to move over took him. Just then a bolt of light hit where he had stood. He looks around to see no clouds in the sky. He took that as a sign. “Fine then,†he grumbled, “Its time to leave.â€Â
His ma and da gave him a simple farewell and he gave them a loving smile. He had always loved them and still will, but they understood and wished him luck and happiness. He left in the middle of the night with the stars to guide him. With ample food and gil, not necessarily his, he struck out to find a new home. He was 20 cycles at this time and the world was open to his travels; that is until the guards caught up to him. Sassaroth or now know as Sass in the legal circles traveled.
Mischief was too far behind whispering promise of adventure in his ear. He never lied to a guard nor tried to con his way out of things. For a criminal he decided truth was still the best policy; his parents taught him that and he stuck to it. In the end it was always easy to convict him of crimes. He kept jail time at bay with his charisma and a good nature, but the fines always piled up.
In the end one of the more angry of judges had his guards dragged him to licensing and had him signed up as a adventurer. He never knew he could do this. It felt to him he had final found a place in life.
The next day he boarded, or stowed away on a boat. He later found out it was heading to Ul'dah. He would try to find an honest job and make sure his fines were transferred. He didn't want anymore trouble, but sometimes, trouble sneaks aboard as well. Time would tell.
