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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

The hare was impaled by the arrow and began to twitch, it tried to run but the arrow had gone straight through it and pinned it to the tree. It slowly bled to death.

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"Durin's folk!" Thorin Stonehelm addressed them all.

"Our brother Thoruk Ironbeard, a longbeard and son of the mighty Old Thrak Ironbeard," he motioned at Thoruk with his hands, "Has been given a gift by Mahal!" They all cheered Mahal's name on, repeating it before Thorin continued, "He is destined to defeat our foe, the Enemy's Master, Mooorgoooth! He is our chosen warrior! By Mahal!"

"BY MAHAL!" They cheered.
"THORUK IRONBEARD!!"
"OUR CHOSEN WARRIOR!!!"
"BARUK KHAZAD!!!!"
"KHAZAD AI MENU!!!!"
"THORUK STONECRUSHER!!!"
"THORUK MOUNTAINDELVER!!!!!"
"THORUK, CHAMPION OF MAHAL!!!!!!!"
"THORUK, WARRIOR OF MAHAL!!!!!!!!"

The dwarves broke formation and rushed to Thoruk, hoisting him up and carrying him around the field screaming at the top of their lungs,
"THORUK! THORUK! THORUK! THORUK! THORUK! THORUK! THORUK! THOOOOOORRUUUUUUUUUKKK!!!"

Old Thrak Ironbeard looked on as his son was hailed as a champion, a warrior and a saviour. Thoruk felt like he was the King of Arda. They carried him until Thorin ordered a halt to the march and sent the dwarves home. Thoruk was personally led back to the secret council chambers of Thorin III Stonehelm where he, the King, his father and a number of many other dwarves gathered. There were nearly five hundred of them in the room and a giant table laid out for them all to sit. It was so long that it must've have been constructed in the room itself.

"So, Thoruk, tell us, what must we do to prepare Erebor? Do you have any knowledge on the enemy, Mooorgoth?" One of the dwarves asked, a chieftan of sorts. He looked like a firebeard.

"What of your powers, laddie? Do you have any others? How can you use them to help us?" Another asked.

"You spoke of eight Giants? You are one of them, aye but what of the others?"

"You mentioned Grombrinal, the White Beard? He went missin' half a century ago? What is his role in this?"

So many questions bombarded him. Thoruk had just become one of the most important dwarves in the world. Arguably, one of the most important people in the world.

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A patch of grass began to burn and Ela ran over to it. It seemed she had adjusted to all the weird shit that was going on. I mean, she was an eleven-year-old girl after all, and anything unrealistic could seem realistic to her.

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"Yes. Indeed. It is my turn," Celeborn said, standing up and moving over to the hobbit, picking Daugo up like a baby, attempting to ignore the vomit and avoid it, he started walking towards Daugo's tent at the far end of the camp. Daugo's breath was like the rear end of a goblin and Celeborn tried his best not to sniff it. He reached Daugo's tent, bent over and helped the hobbit inside, placed him down inside his sleeping bag, covered Daugo with the blankets, then slid close the drapes and left, allowing Daugo some rest before his abdominal hangover came.

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"Nu. U." The man responded to Iver. His face slowly morphing and Iver saw the Trickster, smirking at him!

Sigeric found a rather large baurbet helmet at the marketplace.

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The man choked and slowly died, falling to the stable walls, blood spurting from his neck. Another death on Dimitri's conscience.

After six more hours of long riding, Dimitri slowly started to loose sight. Black spots appeared in his vision and he felt sleepy. He had been awake for nearly two days. It was daunting and his body was shutting down. First his reflexes, then his motory senses. He needed to sleep.

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Azura kicked Grimnir's head in with her boot. "Pathetic. And somehow you inherited the Destroyer Giant."

"C'mon, let's get out of here. I did the job. I want my freedom. He promised me, remember." The young redhead said to her.

"Fine we'll leave. But remember, you have more work to do before the Master lets you go, Miriel. He is the one who made you."

The redhead remained silent as Azura crouched down and placed her hand on Grimnir's shoulder, then touched Miriel's leg. Both the women and the dwarf disappeared from the Rhovanion road.

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"Something's happened. Tulkas said, alerting Eonwe.

The exiled Maia had been training with his longsword against a dummy in the yard whilst Turin slept in the villas in Tulkas' Altitudal training camp. He was a Maia and did not require it and so spent his time preparing for the battle of the ages. The Dagor Dagorath. The fight to end Morgoth, once and for all. He had thought much of Arien. How she was. How they felt for one another. How he would even meet her. Did she still carry the same flames they once had since the Years of the Lamps? He was worried. He stopped cutting at the dummy and turned to Tulkas.

"What is wrong?"

The huge Vala seemed troubled and the moonlight reflected it in his golden eyes, "There is word of Morgoth's disciples attacking the garrison at the Door of Day. I heard from the party sent to relieve them. News shall reach Valinor soon and we must get there first before Manwe's parasites begin canvassing the place. Apparently, the entire crew, the Guardians of the Door were slain. Let us make haste, Eonwe."

Tulkas placed his large hand on Eonwe's shoulder and before the Maia could protest they traveled through space and time.

((To be continued...))
 
Daugo fell asleep almost as soon as he was lifted up by Celeborn, and was well on his way to REM sleep by the time he was put into his sleeping bag. Come morning, he instantly regretted having been born at all. The headache was truly spectacular.

"Morgoth fucking take me," he groaned as he stirred from his sleeping place. Moving hurt. He hardly even dared walking into the bright Rohirrim sun, but he was so hungry that he decided to wrap a linen around his head and venture into the camp, looking for something to eat.
 
Iver was about to answer as he remembered that he is in public, and last time that he ignored him he left. "Sorry" Iver said before turning around. Maybe the guards will help him. He thought as he walked to look for any guard.
 
Dimitri looked for a safe place off the road to take a break, hides his bundles, and takes a nice sleep with all the needed stuff done, idk man im tiredm
 
Freedom. This is what he joined Morgoth for, this is what he believed in as he ran away from Manwe and is old life, this is what defined him now. So long had he feared and respected the Valar, what he had done it both sickened him and brought awareness to what he was forged to be. He wasn't a worker Maia because he didn't or couldn't fight, but because of what he was forced to do, being unable to be a warrior like his other brothers. Now it was gone, this worry, pain,, all of these emotions left him as he felt like he could soar, like a hawk drifting through the sky or dragon lazily laying under a heap of gold. This was freedom. If he wasn't being drawn back Pyrus would try to go further into his memories for any hint of his powers or allies.
 
Most of the elves were already awake. Breakfast was being cooked. The smell of onions and garlic tickled Daugo's nose. He saw a broth being made, a small carrot swirled up through a thick brown soup before submerging underneath.

"Venison and lamb stew," Eurgund said, seeing Daugo pass. The elf had a cold towel over his head and was laid back on the grassy dirt. "We shouldn't have done that last night..." he groaned, regrettably.

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Iver saw a man holding a pike and dressed in short-sleeved chainmail by the gateway that he had entered through.

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It was thirteen hours later when Dimitri awoke. His body ached like a creaking, old ship. The cold winds of Rohan had swept over him and he was prickled with goosebumps. The sun was setting in the distance and his internal sleep pattern was absolutely fucked. His horse sat next to him, licking his feet.

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Pyrus saw more. So much more.

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Aule, refusing to teach him. Mairon leaving to Melkor to find his meaning in life, to achieve his deepest goals. He saw his power. He saw him creating the Mansions of Aule with his brothers and sisters, under the guidance of Aule, the memories had been erased. They built it in a few hours. Pyrus could control metals, but his power had been all but covered away and shoved into himself. He felt it. He could sense metals. So that was what the strange feeling was? He saw other Maia, with even more abilities, have their memories hidden by Irmo. But he couldn't control his power. It was like he had forgotten how to use it and even his memories of them were distorted...

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Iver walked to the guard and asked him if he could help him find his relative, knowing that she must think that he is dead.
 
"Oh, you mean Erica Brendanawicz?" The guard asked Iver.

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Ela settled down near the fire, her hands out in front of her as she slowly warmed up.

Cardiloc felt something. A tingling. Not on his dragon form. But from his pocket, inside the nape of the dragon. He could feel a slight burning sensation from where he had left the Silmaril. It slowly heated up before dissipating and returning to coolness. Would he show it to Ha'zi? Something strange about it made him feel attached to it, as if it had caught him and not the other way around.

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"O, she lives down by the Fishmarket!" The guard said, "Got any rewards for a helpful fellow?" He nudged the idea of a bribe to Iver.

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"but of course" iver said and gave him a coin. Getting into good relerion with the guards could only benefit him.
He walked to the address given to him, looking around.
 
Ha'zi hunted a few more hours, then returned later to the camp with his hopefull good results. With a grin, he displayed his newly caught hares, "Meat's on the menu again."
 
After all the honor he felt when the dwarves shouted his name and carried him around he came back to reality when they sat down at the table. Thoruk is overwhelmed by everything that's occuring right now. A few moments ago he has feared by everyone, but now, now he is celebrated like a god. "My friends" he says, quite calmly to lower everyone's voice. "I'm not better than anyone of you, we're all sons of Durin, never forget that." he says as he looks around at the leaders he looked up to. "Morgoth can literally create anything, he can create dragons, far bigger than Smaug and Balrogs, far greater and stronger than the one that killed Durin." he answers the first question. "We will need a deffence that can withstand every enemy, bring up what ever you can imagine." he addes before turning his head to the next one. "I posses the powers of an elemental-giant, I can use wind, earth, fire and water and do what ever you could imagine with it." he says with pride. "I'm also capable of using other things, outside of my giant form, for example this" he says as he concentrates his power into his finger tips and shows the dwarves around the table his lightning. "The other giant-shifters are Grombrindal, our white dwarf, 2 dalish-men, a haradrim boy, a dunlending, a forochel and.." he stoppes for a bit "and a hobbit from bree. You wouldn't expect him to be one of the shifters, that's what makes him even more dangerous, everyone underestimates him.And... don't ask about the names, names don't matter in this war any longer, you will eventually meet them when the time has come." Thoruk turns towards the next dwarf that asked him about Grombrindal "Well, I first met Grombrindal in Bree, no idea what he wanted there, he was eventually also captured and brought with us others to the forsaken island I talked about earlier to my father" he says noding towards his father. "He then become one of us shifters, but.." he pauses as he twists around in his beard. "But I'm not sure where he is right now, he left our group after we arrived at Rivendell, ya know? But I guess he'll be fine after all, I mean he survived till now, what should kill that old bugger with theses powers." he says with a calm voice. "To speak to everyone is harder than I imagined, the king realy has a hard job after all" Thoruk thinks before taking a final look at the glittering, carved stone table and the statues and walls around them. With pride, to be one of Durins folk that were given such a gift in culture and unique architecture style, he then speaks out his desire. "King Thorin, If you want to assist me in killing our all enemy I will need some weapons and armour. And that is the only thing I want from you. I'd be glad if you could help me prepare for what will come." he says ending his speech and looking around at his brothers faces, waiting for their reaction.
 
Sigeric stepped forward to get a closer look at the barbute helmet ((I assume that baurbet was a typo, since that doesn't seem to be a thing that exists))
 
Iver found himself in the fishmarket. There were no familiar places and the place smelled, of course, like fish. Dead sardines, carp, redwater bass, yellowfin trout, and redwater pike lined many stalls, their dead corpses covered in chunks of ice.

"GETCHA FISH! FRESH FISHIES!" Many of the vendors called out.

Iver had no exact location of his sister's dwelling. He could ask around. He saw many unfamiliar people, yet, his eye caught one person. A tawny-haired, devilishly-smiling bastard, tossing fish out to customers.

"Oh. Hey, Iver. Nice to see you again. How was Erland?" The Trickster said, cocking his head around to see Iver with a smile.

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Ha'zi saw Card was a dragon, again, for some reason and Ela had fallen asleep again near a newly lit fire.

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Some of the dwarves grumbled.

"Why can't we make war upon this foe? Bring the Axes of the Dwarves upon his head!"

"Aye!" A couple said in agreement.

King Thorin III Stonehelm raised his hand to quiet them.

"My countrymen. Dwarves. Khazad!"

"KHAZAD!" They proclaimed back.

"Here today, we have been blessed with this knowledge from our brother, the chosen warrior of Mahal, Thoruk Ironbeard. We can prepare weapons, build great traps and ready ourselves for the enemy. There is no need to sacrifice lives in vain. We shall prepare: craft many black arrows to fell the dragons of Morgoth, water weapons to drown the flames of Durin's Bane and his brothers, siege craft to kill even Morgoth himself. Our militaristic developments over the Third Age have been numerous and we shall now strive to find new scientific ways to slay the enemy and his followers." He spoke to the audience of gathered dwarves, "We have Five of the Seven Clans gathered here today. Sadly, our Stonefoots and Blacklock brothers were slain by the enemy. Thankfully, the combined strength of Broadbeams, Longbeards, Firebeards, Stiffbeards, and of course, Ironfists, have allowed us to amass the largest dwarven force in Middle-Earth. We shall call on our Western brothers in the Blue Mountains, our Eastern kin in the Iron Hills and of course, alert the Dwarves under Gimli son of Gloin in the Glittering Caves of Helms Deep! Together, my brothers, we shall eliminate this threat to dwarf-kind! KHAZAD!"

"KHAZAD!!!" They shouted.

"Now, go on, spread the word. Soldiers, chieftans, officers, engineers, scientists, everyone, get to work!" Thorin commanded and the dwarves began to file out.

Thorin turned to Thoruk, "Laddie, follow me." Once the dwarves had all left the King stood and walked over to a cleft in the wall, pressed down on the stone and a door opened, allowing them to pass through. Thorin led Thoruk and his father, Old Thrak Ironbeard into a secret room, opened a couple of doors, led them through a passage, up a staircase and to another room, an armoury.

"Take your pick," Thorin said, lighting the torches in the room to reveal nearly fifty full suits of armor from chain to leather to gold plate to steel to heavy iron to a mixture of all. But something stuck out to Thoruk. It was a single mail helmet. It sparkled brighter than silver and twinkled in the firelight.

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The helmet was steel plate and the handler saw Sigeric staring at it. "It'll be six gold coins for that barbute." He said, sticking out a thick meaty hand, expecting Sigeric to pay him.

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Well, that much for ignoring the trickster till he goes away.
"You know, if killing someone is not a strong enough hint I don't know what I need to do to make you go away" Iver said. "Anyways, if you and I are gonna have a relationship you need to bring something to the team beside cheap tricks and childish attitude. So how about you help me find my sister house?"
 
Daugo grinned weakly from under the bed-sheet wrapped around his head. "At least I won... I think...."
He didn't remember anything after he had answered the question about accidental orgasms.

Hating everything, he wobbled over to the cauldron of stew, only to find that nausea had replaced his hunger. "Shit," he said in a low voice. He was not getting better hangover food, though, so he asked for a bowl-full and went back to Eugrund. "Why did we do that again?" he croaked.
 
"Ok." He goes away from the site to skewer the hares, so that Ela wouldn't get disturbed, and puts them on a sharpened stick then lays them over the camp fire.
 
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