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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

As Cardiloc, Dimitri and Ha'zi were speaking at the entrance to the Prancing Pony a blast of light came down directly outside. The doors blew open and emerging from the brightness were six figures all wearing the same uniforms and coat of arms. Each held a spear and had a sheathed smaller blade tucked to their brown belts; they wore pearl white armor gilded with gold and silver etchings; their were three male and three females and their eyes sparkled with radiant light; each had a different face and height with most being around 7 feet tall yet they all reflected the same purpose as they walked up the stairs of the bar, spears at the ready.

Dimitri, Ha'zi and Cardiloc heard the first one speak in a calm, well-mannered, formal tone.

"Bow to the Might of the West and you shall receive a quick death, Giants of Morgoth."

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"Ahhh!" Sarge screamed as his throat came undone and he let out a fountain of blood which spilled through the air onto Iver.

Sigeric found the door locked. The damn idiot Iver locked him out. Just then he heard a ruckus from behind and saw a bunch of people gathering outside. But it wasn't the people, it was the spark of light that hit the ground a mile from him. It landed near the Prancing Pony.

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Pyrus got his horse out. He was free. He could escape. But, would he? Did it really matter if he hid in the Earth, in the sky or under the seas? Was he truly able to escape the Valar? He knew the answer in his heart. He would not be able to. And he felt too, his power, diminishing. The longer he remained away from Valinor the weaker his power would become. Would he become powerless? What would happen? Would he retain his abilities? Would he die from old age like any mortal? These questions bothered him as he decided whether or not to run.

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Deslan hopped off Alfrid, petting him one last time before going in the den of the beast. He unhooked his scabbard from his belt and handed it over. ''Don't take the sword out. It'll end badly, like really, don't screw around with it.'' he warned the two elves. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"I hold no allegiance to anyone but myself, I am a monster made flesh and a god amongst mortals. I may not be able to hide but I can run, and where there is no where else to run I shall fight. Then and only then is when I shall rest." He said aloud to no one in particular as she digs his heels into the horse and rides away from Bree. Only stopping to look back and examine who had landed.
 
Sigeric turned to the crowd of people who had gathered outside of the house. "Nothing to see here, good citizens. I'll check on Sarge and ensure his safety. Please disperse." Sigeric approached the front door and knocked loudly. He had seen the light fall into the center of the town, and knew that it could mean nothing good. He needed to retrieve Iver and get back to the rest of the group. Revenge could wait.
 
Cardiloc turned to face the group, retrieving his spear from his back. "Who are you?" He demanded to all of them expecting names.
 
Iver pulled the blade out of his body as the pain kicks in. "Fck Iver, that was some mad shit. Ithink that guy pooped his pants when he realized he couldnt kill you" Vlad told Iver. "Ouch" Iver replied as he sat down, letting his wound heal. "I think we should raid this place, maybe get ourselves some clothes and such" Vlad continued as he looked around, not leaving Iver.
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"Someone is knocking the door, ill open" He said as he went to the door and looked through the picking hole. Seeing its only sig he opned up and locked after he entered. "Gave that bustered hell" He told sig and picked his crossbow bolt. "We should check the house for any possible loot" He added.
 
Sigeric looked at Sarge's corpse, feeling neither satisfaction or remorse. The depraved bastard had built up his wealth by selling Men like livestock. His death was neither tragedy nor triumph. It was simply justice. Sigeric took the scabbard containing his bastard sword, and swapped it for the dead man's rapier. He turned to face Iver. "There is a crowd outside this house that is growing quite nervous, and something just descended from the sky near the Prancing Pony. We need to return and help our allies." Sigeric began exploring the first floor, searching for another entrance to the house. He would also look for a set of armor.
 
One of the two elves huffed at him and the other one punched his partner's shoulder lightly after taking the scabbard away.

"This way," The lead elf said leading him over the bridge. The gates to the Elvenking's Halls opened and Deslan saw the magnificent structures inside, the cave system and its waterfalls, rustic scenery and crystalline architecture. It was adequate at best and mediocre at worst. After a short time traveling through the underground city Deslan was brought before a tall figure, lounging upon a fine seat of carved mahogany with both legs crossed, taking the cliche bite out of an apple. A green apple to be precise.

"So, tell me, what business do you have that has brought you crawling into my realm, trespasser?" The Elven King spoke, with an uncomfortably high pitched voice. Deja vu showered over Deslan as memories from an alternate timeline filtered into his in the 'Mandela-effect' for but a moment. Then he returned to reality and realized he had been asked a question.

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The winds took Pyrus south on the Greenway road. He felt guided, now with a new purpose. To run and to run and to run until he could not anymore.

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Some of the people re-entered their homes but some stayed out and moved in the direction of the blast of light; most of which were still in underwear or smallclothes.

Iver found the weapons cabinet and an array of crossbows, ammunition, swords, shields and spears, even a pike. He also passed by some suits of armor that lay on stands throughout the hallway. He was still bloody and his wound was healing back from the damage. He even found a stash of coin on the dead man. It seemed he hoarded his money on himself just so others wouldn't be able to steal it if he was away from home.

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The lead figure spoke loudly in retaliation, "Scions of Manwe. Only speak when spoken to. Now drop to the-" The figure was cut off by Dimitri and saw him walking away.

"HALT!" He shouted, slamming his spear into the ground.

Dimitri was thrown forwards by the blast and his head bashed into some of the stairs. He had broken three of his front teeth and looked like a hill billy from Rhudaur.

Ha'zi and Cardiloc were also thrown to the ground by the blast and saw three of the figures approaching them, pulling out dyed-black bags to throw around their heads.

Eonwe walked forward and unsheathed his sword whilst Barliman Butterbur slunk behind the corner with a 'Not again.'

"Minelmar, they are in my care. Unhand yourself!" The Maiar commanded.

"No, Eonwe. You will surrender yourself as well lest you tempt the wroth of Manwe, traitorous curr."

"I am no traitor, brother. And these people are no servants of Morgoth, they were deceived by Ilmare, of whom neither were aligned with."

"If they are not servants of Morgoth then why did they release him? You lie, brother. Manwe has spoken the truth and his judgement is passed. By the words of Manwe, you are sentenced to die along with these fools and that traitorous coward Pyrus."

"Brothers and sisters, why do you turn on me? Was I not your Chief? Your sibling? Why do forsake me when my intent is nothing but selfless?"

"Liar. You disobeyed you orders like you always do, like the Valar predicted and now you will suffer for your dissidence, traitor."

Eonwe readied his longsword, "I will not slay you. You are my family. And thou shalt not kill."

"Scatter, you fools!" The Maiar said, rushing forward and placing himself between the Maiar of Valinor and the Giant Shifters.

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"I don't follow this Morgoth either, nor any of your valar. I follow my ancestor gods." Cardiloc snarled to the maiar, turning to Eonwe. "I'm not going anywhere, I owe you one.." He protested to the herald.
 
Deslan was hit by a cart as he realized who was standing before him, but only in his mind. He raised a finger ''Since when are you'' and pointed it towards the king ''the lord of Mirkwood? Pretty sure I left you in Lothlòrien.'' He would wait for an answer (and be answered, maybe?), then shrug and continue. ''So, let's cut the chase. You probably know something that concerns my epic quest of heroic proportions and all that. That's the only explanation for you taking a random vagrant and bringing him in these caves. Or you just have a lot of free time on your hands.'' He put his arms on his sides. ''In good faith, I'll assume it's the first option. So, what you got? I have a realm to save.''
 
Ha'zi would get up and look between Cardiloc, Eonwë, the other Maiar. Reaching behind him he would take out his spear and stand by Cardiloc remembering Dimitri's training he would ready his spear. He may not trust these Maiar, but Eonwë has saved his life multiple times. "Same here."
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Pyrus as he rode remembered his quest. Leading his horse he would head to Gondor, specifically Minas Tirith.
 
Iver kept the money bag to himself and gathered all the weapons together. He would grab all of the crossbow bolts he could and perhaps a new spear. He would equip a full suit of armour and then look around the house for anything to wrap around all the valuable stuff he gathered. Maybe a rag? curtain? maybe the man owned a horse and a cart or maybe he could make one? and maybe, jus maybe he could clean himself up before leaving?
(Iver would grab a full suit of armour and some pieces from another set. He grabbed a sword for marco, axe for thoruk and crossbows for each one if he could. He brout ammo for all 3 and the money bag he kept for himself.)
 
"Run upstairs and jump out the back, find the others and make it south to stop Morgoth! I'll buy you time!" Eonwe shouted at both the youths, "Do not be stubborn!" His sword deflected off the attack from Minelmar's spear.

He twisted around to stab one of the approaching scions with his blade and swung it in a large arc to ward them off. The six of them spread out, beginning to encircle the group.

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"No, I clearly remember being the King of the Woodland Realm." The Elven King said, chewing on the apple and throwing it off into the abyssal gorge that sat next to his throne. "I've been for the past couple years after I married my darling Elwing. And yes, I do have a lot of free time, when my wife is off in other lands, of course. So, to cut it short then. You are on some quest, of course, as everyone trying their luck through here is on some dangerous noble task. Then, tell me, boy, where does your journey take you? What does it entail? And why do you-" The elf paused to sniff the air, "Smell...good?" It was a perplexing compliment and an insult at the same time.

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It was a lot to carry for Iver. And he couldn't find a horse, or a cart, or anything really. He did, however, find a curtain to wrap all the money and stuff in. Yet he'd have to drag it along with him. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]
 
Sigeric hastily examined the armor racks, setting his halberd aside and equipping a set of plated mail armor. He picked his weapon back up, and headed back to the front door, ignoring Iver. He rushed to the Prancing Pony with all possible haste.
 
"No Card-" He would start to protest but realized it was futile. They didn't stand a chance, ripping away from Cardiloc he would follow him before stopping near Dimitri "We have to help him."
 
Iver left all the stuff in a pile, grabbed the body and hide it deep in a closet, grabbing clothes for marco and Thoruk on his way out. With crossbows, new armour and wepons he would grab the house keys, lock everything up and rush back to thoruk and marco to pay his debt and help the two resupply.
 
"Three men with a variety of weapons and no armor vs six heavily armed and armored warriors of the Valar? We'll die. Let's go." Dimitri said, bursting out the backdoor with warhammer ready. "We need to find Sigeric and get out of Bree. Minas Tirith beckons."
 
Deslan held his last dinner (lard-coated mountain lamb really is the meal of the gods) back in his gut, along with any insults to Aasim's priorities. The comment about his smell really hit him. ''Oh, so Aule's forges's coal does smell nice. Huh.''
He scratched his hair, then continued. ''My journey takes me west... I think. Let me check.'' Deslan pulled his compass out: the arrow should still be pointing west. ''Yup, still west. And you heard me, this is the boring save-the-world, defeat-bad-guy missions that demand I cross a perfectly viable road in the forest.''
Deslan sighed. ''As for my perfume, you could've really held it back, the comment. A little too out of place.'' Deslan tapped his leg nervously: he was wasting time. He was doing his best to go on the elf's good side, at least.
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