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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Mmmmm....cold....mama....so....cold..." Ela grumbled, waking up and blinking, then rubbing her eyes and yawning. Card was freezing and he saw her shivering as well. No one had thought to bring blankets and Dimitri took their sleeping sacks when he left.

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There was silence as Thoruk spoke. Some of the dwarves stared at him with disgust, others looked at him with awe and admiration in their eyes.

"Thoruk Ironbeard." Thorin Stonehelm's scottish accent cut the silence like a warm knife through butter.

"What should we do to kill Morgoth?" The King. The King. Was asking Thoruk what to do. The King of all Dwarves. Was asking Thoruk for orders. And his father was watching.

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His memories? Sure it would be an interesting thing to remember almost everything in his lifetime, but would he welcome to it? Good and bad memories would resurface and he could be changed after. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad, perhaps he could remember potential followers of Morgoth, powers, and more. Nodding in response to the...command? Request? Morgoth was hard to read, especially when he was talking, anyways he would walk over and brace himself.
 
"Uhhh, she's not for sale but how much we talkin' about 'ere?" The man asked Dimitri, holding the reigns of his horse. It was a chestnut mare. Dimitri only had two gold coins left but he also had a warhammer.

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The dragon was a skeleton. There was nothing left of it.

"Uhh, I think I'll use you," she said and ran into Cardiloc's arms and cuddling him. It was quite awkward. Very awkward for Cardiloc but Ela sought no mind to it.

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Morgoth placed his giant hands against Pyrus' skull. For a second Pyrus had the daunting feeling that Morgoth was about to crush his head in but then it happened. His mind went blank and he was in a stark white hallway. Many doors were closed and at the end of the hallway was a large black door, chained and locked. Pyrus saw Morgoth in the hallway with him. The Vala walked with him to the black door and placed his hands on the chains. They began to melt as he warmed them and the door was freed.

"Go on. Open it." Morgoth said to him, stepping aside to allow Pyrus access to the black door.

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"C ya later marco" Iver said before going to the market. "You can join me and maybe ill even buy you something if you will be a good boy" Iver said joking at Sig. "Yes, i did got myself meeting with the king but its for him, me and my old man. No random people, but i might be able to get you in as a servent"
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Iver picked a necklace that he knew his sister would like and a bottle of a good wine. After that he walked toward laketown with or without Sig.
 
"My king, this is a war, far greater than what dwarves have ever fought in their past. This has to be done with our power, with the power of the giant-shifters" he says with pride coming through his voice. "The king realy wants me to tell him what to do, never fought of something weird like this." he tells himself before continuing. "With all respect my king, this war is not ment to be fought out by our kin, we have wars to come and mighty battles to be fought out." he says as he turns around, looking to the other dwarves staring at him with cold looks in their eyes. "We are dwarves, we are sons of Durin, we flee from no battle my brothers, but this is a war no one will win if we decide to charge in carelessly. We can win this war for sure, I'm certain of it, but I need you guys to trust me." he says to everyone around him before turning towards the king again. "My king, if you want to help our kin in this war, prepare everything you can and prepare for what will come. Although we're 8 shifters, we won't be able to stop every single orc and so you will have to deal with hordes of them. I will rely on you protecting our folk as much as I will do, I will give my life for every single one of these dwarves and I hope you will do that too, just like your father did ages ago, when he fought along side his cousin." he says as he looks towards his father. "My father told me the story over and over again. This time it's almost the same, we need to rely on each other to be victorious and I'f needed I'll give my life like Thorin did back then." he proclaims, taking his father's axe and walking towards the other dwarves once again. "I rely on every single one of you, we're one family, we're sons of Durin and whatever will come, we will be victorious! Baruk Khazâd!" he shouts, letting his axe point into the clouds.
 
Damn, this is how I go, crushed by Morgoth. He'd say to himself, as he readied for the pain he opened his eyes to find a hallway with closed doors, some of metal and fine design, others of wood from across the lands. Yet what intrigued him most was the door in the back, black and seemingly to consist of stone, yet t was chained and locked. He was about to ask Morgoth if he could burn them away but saw him already doing it. "Go on. Open it" he said, and hesitate at first Pyrus would reach his hand out and grasp the handle of the door, opening it to reveal his past.
 
"Dang it." Ha'zi grumbles, then sits down. It seems his hunting skills have gotten rusty since the last time he hunted, back in Far Harad. As he thought about what his father had said, he realized, his father was right. He did help kill a bunch of innocent people that tried to stop Morgoth. He hid away when Eonwe was taken away by the Scions. He let Cardiloc get impaled while he selfishly went after his books.

Ha'zi thought he was a failure. But... he realized something. People make mistakes. He didn't mean to do these things, it just happened. He made a mistake. His mother's death was a mistake. His father selling him into slavery was a mistake. And then, Ha'zi felt really guilty. For the biggest mistake he'd made... his angry retaliation at Cardiloc. He shouldn't have done that. Cardiloc was just feeling grief. He need to apologize to his friend. But first, he would get that damn hare. So, with determination, Ha'zi went after the hare again. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"I've got an idea. Ela back off the same distance you did last time." Card accepted the hug, gratefully. Releasing himself from his sister after he spoke.
 
Sigeric looked around the market stalls, before realizing that he was short on money. He turned to Iver. "Would you mind sparing a bit of gold? I shall pay you back triple the amount later."
 
"Not now Sig" Iver said and felt a little childish for that. He pulled out 10 coins and gave it to Sig. We will get some more wehn i get home. Ill be heading to Laketown if you want to join"
 
Laketown was a twenty-minute walk from Dale. Iver reached the long bridge that led to Esgaroth and saw the new gate post had been set up and was looking swanky. The guard waved at him as he passed and it was another ten minutes of walking to enter Esgaroth. It was at that moment, Iver, knew he fucked up. He had no clue of where his sister was, let alone the man she married...

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"Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!"

The dwarves shouted in return.

Thorin III Stonehelm acknowledged his namesake and nodded at Thoruk.

"We shall prepare Erebor to withstand any siege. But, what of you, Thoruk Ironbeard? You are clearly a powerful weapon. We could use you here. Where shall ye go?"

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Beyond the door lay light. Pure light. Like the light that exuded out of an Ainur when they died. The light of their soul, their essence, their grace. Their very power and being. He saw that power. It flooded out into the hallway and his mind was opened and his heart unlocked.

The very truth burned him and he couldn't help but scream. He saw it. Everything.

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Eä, Creation itself. He remembered everything Irmo had erased.

Illuvitar, grand and absolute singing his song that weaved Arda into existence.
Melkor, he who arises in might, creating discord with his own song of difference.

The power. The similiarities. Both were alike. Their father, Eru. And his oldest son, Melkor.

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He remembered the Valar.

Manwe Sulimo,
Ulmo,
Aule the Smith,
Orome Aldaron,
Namo known as Mandos,
Irmo known as Lorien,
Tulkas Astaldo,
Varda Elentari,
Yavanna Kementari,
Nienna,
Este,
Vaire,
Vana,
Nessa.

He saw their faces. Their happiness. The first time they were together. The wedding of Orome Aldaron and Vana the Everyoung. The playfulness between them. Illuvitar, overlooking unto them from the Timeless Halls.

Manwe and Varda in love with one another, young and magnificent; Ulmo sitting with Namo and looking up at the skies, smiling whilst Namo watched on with cold dark eyes; Aule and Yavanna speaking with Vana who had married Orome; Orome who was childishly ruffling Melkor's hair and hugging his brother with love, Melkor who smiled at his brother, seeming genuinely happy, this was the first time Pyrus ever saw Melkor smile and he had a warm smile for such a cold person; Irmo and Este, holding each other's hands speaking with Vaire and Nienna who for once, was not weeping; and Nessa who danced wildly at the forefrunt of them.

The Valar, excluding Tulkas, who was not in this memory. He came later.

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The Maia, soldiers, warriors, workers of Illuvitar and children of the Allfather. Pyrus saw himself standing among the Maiar of Aule, hundreds of them, nearly thousands of Maia dedicated to Aule and his contraptions. At their head was Mairon, the Admirable and Curunir, which meant Man of Skill, who would later be sent to Middle-Earth as the leader of the Istari, Saruman the White. Pyrus was known as 'He who is Metal'. So many others. He saw memories of Osse and Uinen, those of Salmar that utter fool and the Maia of Yavanna who were nearly all bumbling morons.

The Soldiers of Manwe, his Sentinels, his Scions like Mineltar, and of course his lieutenant and herald, Eonwe. Who fought in every war and slew thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of beings.

Pyrus remembered the wars. For the Sake of the Elves, The Siege of Utumno, the War of Wrath, the Sinking of Beleriand, the Landing of Ar-Pharazon and his Numenorean Great Armament, the Sinking of Numenor and Changing of the World. Everything. All those he had killed. Even the innocents he had been ordered to kill under the orders of the Valar. He remembered the dwarves he slaughtered with Eonwe, the men and women, the children, the southrons and Black Numenoreans, everything. It had all been erased. He saw Eonwe with his longsword murdering people all for the Valar. Following orders. The lies. The brutal horrors.

Everything. His eyes filled with tears. He remembered the little boy he cut down, the pregnant dwarf, the family he slaughtered.

Everything.

Everything.

Pyrus' world crumbled.

Everything.

His mind exploded in pain and sorrow.

This was the Valar. This was Valinor. This was the West. The lies. The deceptions. The memories gone. Everything.

Everything.

It crashed into him overwhelming him completely and for the first time in his life, Pyrus felt free.

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Ela backed up and ran sixty feet away from Card.

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Ha'zi found the hare again. It was nestling near a tree, scratching its ears. It didn't seem to have heard him approach. It was about fifteen feet from him.

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"I'm afraid that I must remain here. I need to buy new equipment to make myself look more presentable." Sigeric said. He wondered what Iver could possibly seek in Laketown. Perhaps he had family there. Sigeric's thoughts turned to his own home. He decided that he would try to convince Iver to stop at Redhaven on the way south. He turned to look for a merchant selling armor. He searched for a nice helmet, perhaps an Armet or Barbute.
 
As Thoruk looks around, the dwarves keep staring at him, but not with cold looks anymore, with hope and pleasure to know someone like him. He allmost felt like the king himself for a minute, standing infront of everyone and speaking up. He felt great, he felt like he finally found his family again, not just his father, but every single one of these dwarves felt like family to him and he'd protect every single one with his life. "I, my king" he says "I will have to face Morgoth, together with the others, this will be our destiny." he says, putting his axe down onto the ground. "You can help us acomplish this by helping me prepare for what will come. And-and thank ya for believing in me my king." Thoruk says as he feels his blood pumping through his body like there was a tornado going on inside of him. He felt strong, a whole folk backing him up, this was a feeling he'd never forget anymore.
 
"There you are.." Ha'zi thinks to himself, knocking his bow. He carefully aims at the hare, and lets go.
 
Daugo made to grab Celeborn's shoulder, but misaimed and made a feeble arch with his arm. "Kelly," he mumbled. "Kelly, I do because pipeweed giants foots," he said before dozing off for a minute and a half. When he someone came to again, he said, a bit more coherently, "I dun... dunno. I think it's like yeeeu. It makes me, it makes me ffffeel in control when..." He blinked stupidly and frowned, seemingly having forgotten what he was talking about. He regained his train of thought with a soft ah. "When errrthing is ge'ing fucked up." He held up his index finger and swayed to the side, depositing a sizable quantity of vomit on the grass. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he said: "yyyour turn now."
 
fucked up? what is he, 5 years old toddler who is afraid to talk to strangers? He knocked the doors of entire neighborhood just find where Sarge lived. He will just ask people for help. "hello there sir do you maybe know where Erica Volfovich lives? She is married and came fere from Dale" Iver asked a random guy that looked like a local.
 
Cardiloc transformed into a small dragon, he turned to his sister and let out of a jet of flame a safe distance from her. Hopefully a small fire began where she could warm up against.
 
Dimitri stabbed his needle-like dagger into the man's neck with one quick stab and mounted his horse in a few brief moments. He then ride swiftly east towards Edoras.
 
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