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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Dean, Sam and Marco raised their arms at the opposite end of the ship. On the left and right sides three other arms raised. A total of six of the 29 other prisoners were Gondorian.

Then a number of other prisoners began to speak, "We're all in for getting off this bucket."
"Aye, sign me in." Sam stated.
"Fack off, ye cunts, we don't even know how ta swim and ya wanna get off the only thing that's keeping us out of de water?"
"We can steal their rowboats, I saw some six months ago when I boarded, I think." Marco said.
"Ye, together. We'll kill 'em all. Every last one of them."
"And reclaim our weapons. Our honor. Our dignity."
"We'll beat them just like they did to us." Celeste said, glancing at Dimitri.
"To family! To us!" Exclaimed Dean, not even attempting to remain silent as the rain masked their communication, the precipitation coming in hails now, similar to that fateful night at Bree all those months ago.
There was a unity among these men, a unity like that of an army platoon or a military brigade. Their fates were bound by the slavers and if they wished to escape, they had to kill them. Every last one.

While the slaves were all conversing Deslan saw that the lock was a rather simple keyhole with it connected to the iron chain links that connected to a metallic block set into the hull of the ship that made him unable to reach any of his other comrades, or well, people. The logic he ran through seemed solid, then why did it not make sense? He calculated everything for months. How did they manage to get them all onboard such a large vessel in such short time? Did he make a mistake? Did the guards know how to use drugs? Or, was it that the river he expected was the incorrect one? He was overthinking himself but nonetheless, it was suspicious how the guards and slavers pulled this off. His leg, as per usual, was missing like Dimitri's arm. So that was a bust.

All of them would notice that the rain was increasing, drastically, and the seas were getting worse. The ship rocked steeply from side to side and the puddles that formed began to slop from left to right and front to backward in the hull. Above they could hear the shouts of the slavers, almost worriedly, and something else - a scream - was that a man's scream? The sound of thunder drowned out those noises almost immediately. Something was going on above them. The air seemed to tighten and the hull grew cold. The dwarves were suited to the cold along with Dimitri and Deslan and a few other slaves, however, considering the lack of clothes and warmth, some of them would start to shiver. But they could at least enjoy the clean rain that descended through the grates. Outside and around them, the ship creaked and the seas moaned.

Would this be the day they escape? Would it even matter if they drowned? Nevertheless, they would fight. All of them. Until the last of them had fallen. Fight for their dreams, for their freedom, for their right to life.
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Getting beaten up constantly was probably the best thing happened to Iver, he learned to keep his mouth shut. "Ya know", he said to himself "i think I could buy our freedom if those shit face would be willing to listen. I don't think that they are such a good slavers, they haven't sold a single slave for like 3 months" he made a small cut in the wood for each day that passed and did some math on the wall. Getting captured might look like the end of the world for the first week but then he realized that as soon as they will be put to auction he could either escape or send a letter back home.
"Do any of you plan to go back to Bree and so something about those fckers? I think I'll hire some Hillman to raid the city once or twice"
((This part was supposed to be before the last post))
Iver was cool with the cold weather, he was a norrhman after all. "So how do we get out guys?" He asked
 
Somewhat being used to the cold Elodrin would still try to stand as tall as he could. When he saw the six hands go up he paused and closed his eyes, when he opened the am again his whole appearance seemed to change, was he bigger looking? Whatever it was he doesn't look like a foolish old man. "Men of Gondor! We have been blessed today by this sudden sea of whatever divines wrath! I am Officer Elodrin Evrithion, man of Gondor. I had been in retirement for many years now, but after seeking what these shit headed sorry excuses for orcs are I think it's time to change that. Men should fear an old man in a profession where young men usually die." He'd spit trying to raise the other men's spirits, however he wasn't down there, moving back to the wall he would steady himself against it for a few seconds trying to regain his composure, then shifting over to his left chain lock he would brace he feet against the corner of the wall and wrap the chain till it was tighter across his shoulder. Taking a risk he would attempt to push forward with so much momentum that the chain would break and he would be free on the left side, movement wise. As he pushed forward he would yell with all the anger, pain, and suffering he had endured over the three months. Hopefully the rain silenced his scream.
 
After puking out the day's meal, Daugo mustered up the courage to check, for the first time since he'd gotten here, whether the chains that bound him were even tight enough to hold a Hobbit. He wouldn't have put it past these brainless slavers to not consider this...
 
"What a sick joke..." Sigeric said in a hollow voice, his eyes filled with morbid resolve. "You raise their hopes of escape, despite no plan to bring about such salvation. Who is to release us from our shackles? The slavers? Believe me, I desire to escape and end all of their meaningless lives, but it will all be for nothing if the storm kills us first..." Despite Sigeric's insistence on their doom, the smallest spark of hope had ignited in his mind. He did his best to extinguish it, but still it remained. Could they really escape? If so, he had one goal. Find the captain, and put him to the sword. Nothing was more dangerous than a man with nothing left to lose.
 
Elodrin's full force pushed back on the shackles as he strained to break free. The iron links strained under the tension of his weight but to no avail. His skin burned as he tried to break the chains and Elodrin would realized that this was futile and would only result in him injuring himself.

But Daugo on the other hand, found that cuffs on his hands and legs weren't built for a hobbit and could escape from them. His feet were a bit too large, albeit, this and would need to be a bit more oily to be loosened from their iron coils. His hands were free and all around the prisoners could see that. There was hope. If he could find the keys maybe there was a way out. But first, something oily to unlock his hobbit feet. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]
 
"to be fair they might call us up to help them with their stuff. After all they don't seem to be that happy with the storm" replayed Iver to sig's speech
 
Grimnir looks at the Hobbit, and sees the chance to escape. He throws at him his disgusting meal, with the oily fish aswell. "Come on, Hobbit. Ye can do it, bugger."
 
Thoruk liked the idea to escape. I mean, a dwarf as a slave? A disgusting picture, dwarves are no orcs thats for sure! So Thoruk kicks his food over towards Daugo aswell and turns his head towards Grimnir "Lots of people will die if we try to get out here" he mumbles towards Grimnir. "You seem to be a whise dwarf and I don't realy trust humans, the only one I trust in here is Daugo" as he says that he points at the hobbit. "And you of course, because you're one of Durins sons aswell." he adds. "So.... do you have any plan how we could get out of here without losing our lives?" he whispers towards Grimnir.
 
Grimnir looks at Thoruk with a simplistic iconic smile, "All that is known is that the Sea shall turn Crimson this day, and I will swim to Valinor, would it take me that far even. I don't know about you lad, but I know how to swim, and no sea is strong enough to unbind me of my revenge."
 
With his newly-freed hands, Daugo takes the foodstuffs thrown at him and begins to oil up his legs, feet and ankles. Once he is glistening with muck and positively offensive to others' noses, he gives it a try.
 
The first leg came through rather disgustingly. The second took three tries, his feet had been smelly before but with the fish- oh Illuvitar - that was horrendous. The barnacles on the other side of the hull could probably smell him. He was free with the third try and could move about. The hatch was closed as per usual but the ladder remained standing. The rainfall and rocky seas were steadily increasing and Daugo found it difficult to stand upright, mostly from the slippery feet, but also from the fact this was the first time he could freely move about. What would he do now? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
"Three months." Said Sigeric, rather abruptly. "Three months, and you just now realized that your shackles are too big for your hands." He appeared to be addressing Daugo. "Well, go find the key, if you can." Sigeric sighed. Despite his disappointed tone, he was relieved. Maybe there was a chance to escape. Maybe this didn't have to end with his death. The thought was encouraging. He hoped his halberd was on board somewhere.
 
Grimnir adresses Daugo, "find my Axe, while Ye can. These wazzocks are in for Some pain, as my kin, Durin, is witness!"
 
"Be happy at least that I did," Daugo snapped back at Sigeric. "And I doubt I will be able to lift your axe, Grimnir. I don't suppose you can guide me through picking these locks, Deslan?"
Daugo was crawling around the room as he said this, looking for a key or something to free the others.
 
"Welp done, master Hobbit. Freedom grows closer by the minute." Dimitri says. Under hus breath, he prays to Ulmo to protect him from the waters, so that he may deliver wrath unto his foe's once more.
 
Grimnir forgot that the Hobbit would never be able to drag his rune-Axe,
"When you get the Key, release me first from these bindings. I will cover Ye."
Grimnir said to Daugo, since Dimitri and Deslan Both lost important body pieces, and the other Guys, Well, Lets just say that they arent as much of an enemy compared to Ol' Grimnir from the Pirates' view.
 
"hey, don't risk it all for the keys, try and find something des can use to pick our locks. The keys can be in the Captain's place and there is no way you will get to there"
 
"I agree with Iver" Thoruk whispers towards the direction where Daugo is crawling around "Don't risk it all Daugo." Thoruk looks around and tries to look for something Daugo could use to set the others free aswell.
 
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