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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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Thoruk chooses the armour-pieces made out of steel and as he putts them on he feels like he used to feel during his training-sessions when he was a young child. "Feels just like the armour you gave me when we trained together father." Thoruk says as he puts his hand onto his fathers shoulder. He then puts on the mithril helmet, takes his fathers axe and leaves the crossbow and the bolts behind. He picks up his new shield as he looks at the others. "Aye, that should be it, let's get on going and refine the shield and the axes, shall we my king?" he asks before turning around once more to both of them. "Do you think that makes me look like a real warrior of erebor?" he askes both of them, swinging around his fathers axe.
Maybe the trickster is not that much of a wanker, Iver thought to himself.
"Long story and you won't belive it. So ill just tell you why did i leave. I got kidnapped in bree and sold to slavery and then crashed on an island. So, maybe let me in so we can talk about what happened to you in those past 20 years?"
"Long story and you won't belive it. So ill just tell you why did i leave. I got kidnapped in bree and sold to slavery and then crashed on an island. So, maybe let me in so we can talk about what happened to you in those past 20 years?"
"Uhh...sou-south." Turmir said, standing up and leaving to his own tent, packing it up.
Celeborn strode past, "Hurry, Master Burgins. We have quite a big day ahead of us. Time for Aldburg." He rushed through the camp signalling for the others to hurry up. The cook packed away the kitchen utensils and took Daugo's empty bowl, placing it in his own backpack then saddling up.
"Are you okay, Daugo?" Karstir passed him, patting his back with her hand. Daugo felt his belly swell at the commotion, the stew rumbling down there.
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Thrak placed his hand on Thoruk's shoulder, "You are a Warrior of Erebor in every way, ma boy."
The King had opened another passage. "This way," he beckoned them both, entering the dark tunnel. Now Thoruk had two throwing axes, his father's old axe, and a wooden round shield. He was packed and ready for battle with the enemy.
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"Oh come in," She said to Iver, laughing at his story before turning to the innards of the little house and yelling, "We have guests! Eva, Reinar, Pillar, come!" She led Iver in and sat him down on a wooden stool. It was uncomfortable but there were no other seats in sight. The inside of his sister's house was clean but quite haphazard and poor looking. There were no extravagant pictures, no amazing curtains, nothing of wealth except for an oversized stuff fish erected in one corner of the room that had the name 'Vladikov's Pike' underneath.
"Let me get you something to drink. Water, ice water?" She asked Iver, heading into a tiny kitchen. Before Iver could respond a couple of children ran into the room. One tall girl who was skinny and frail, a stout boy who looked eerily like Iver and a little girl that ran around in circles around the rest with muffled brown hair curled up.
"Mamma! Mama! Reinar is hitting Pillar!" The big girl said pointing at the boy.
"Oh, dear. Not again." Erica, almost comedically frustrated, said.
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Celeborn strode past, "Hurry, Master Burgins. We have quite a big day ahead of us. Time for Aldburg." He rushed through the camp signalling for the others to hurry up. The cook packed away the kitchen utensils and took Daugo's empty bowl, placing it in his own backpack then saddling up.
"Are you okay, Daugo?" Karstir passed him, patting his back with her hand. Daugo felt his belly swell at the commotion, the stew rumbling down there.
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Thrak placed his hand on Thoruk's shoulder, "You are a Warrior of Erebor in every way, ma boy."
The King had opened another passage. "This way," he beckoned them both, entering the dark tunnel. Now Thoruk had two throwing axes, his father's old axe, and a wooden round shield. He was packed and ready for battle with the enemy.
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"Oh come in," She said to Iver, laughing at his story before turning to the innards of the little house and yelling, "We have guests! Eva, Reinar, Pillar, come!" She led Iver in and sat him down on a wooden stool. It was uncomfortable but there were no other seats in sight. The inside of his sister's house was clean but quite haphazard and poor looking. There were no extravagant pictures, no amazing curtains, nothing of wealth except for an oversized stuff fish erected in one corner of the room that had the name 'Vladikov's Pike' underneath.
"Let me get you something to drink. Water, ice water?" She asked Iver, heading into a tiny kitchen. Before Iver could respond a couple of children ran into the room. One tall girl who was skinny and frail, a stout boy who looked eerily like Iver and a little girl that ran around in circles around the rest with muffled brown hair curled up.
"Mamma! Mama! Reinar is hitting Pillar!" The big girl said pointing at the boy.
"Oh, dear. Not again." Erica, almost comedically frustrated, said.
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"Some town I saw, cmon." He beckoned his sister forward.
Where are you leading us?" he asks Thorin as they walk through the dark tunnel-system.
"I would take ice water please" he said and turned toward the kids. "So little fellas, wont you introduce yorself infront of your uncle?" He asked them.
Ela followed after him, taking his hand. Ha'zi, of course, would follow, chatting with them and looking out across the rural countryside of Gondor.
"Is that it?" Ela pointed over a hill at what seemed to be a small town at the edge of the last hills. Cardiloc could see the sea far away in the distance and the sun was slowly setting behind the White Mountains by the time they reached the capital of Pinnath Gelin.
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"Out to the Great Halls." Thorin said, clicking a button hidden in the stone walls of the tunnel and the door slid open revealing light.
"Come." He said, leaving the tunnel. Thrak followed after the King with Thoruk. As Thoruk emerged from the tunnel he saw thousands of dwarves walking, talking, idling, and sitting around the Great Halls of Erebor. Kingly statues of the previous Kings decorated the sides of the hall and Thorin stood at a balcony that was paved into the natural delving of the Lonely Mountain.
"KHAZAD!" He shouted out, drawing the attention of the dwarves.
"KHAZAD!" The cry was repeated by the crowds, who began to look up at Thorin, Thoruk and Thrak.
"Dwarves, today we send off Mahal's chosen warrior, Thoruk Ironbeard. The Giant Dwarf! The Ironbeard! Our Warrior! Let us see him out!" He proclaimed, turning to Thoruk, "This is your hour of glory, laddie. Enjoy it." He then pointed at a spiral staircase that was hidden within the rock of the mountain. "Go down and meet your brothers and sisters, but before you go, say your goodbyes." The King looked at Thoruk's father.
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"Uncle?!" Reinar gasped at the sight of Iver. "Uncle Iver?" He had a northern accent even at a young age. The two girls stared at Iver, somewhat dumbstruck.
Erica returned and placed a mug of cold water with a drop of sheared ice on the table near Iver.
"Now, kids, this is your uncle Iver. Okay. Remember how much I talked about him. Little brother was a big nuisance, like all of you," She snuffed her nose at them, lovingly.
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"Is that it?" Ela pointed over a hill at what seemed to be a small town at the edge of the last hills. Cardiloc could see the sea far away in the distance and the sun was slowly setting behind the White Mountains by the time they reached the capital of Pinnath Gelin.
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"Out to the Great Halls." Thorin said, clicking a button hidden in the stone walls of the tunnel and the door slid open revealing light.
"Come." He said, leaving the tunnel. Thrak followed after the King with Thoruk. As Thoruk emerged from the tunnel he saw thousands of dwarves walking, talking, idling, and sitting around the Great Halls of Erebor. Kingly statues of the previous Kings decorated the sides of the hall and Thorin stood at a balcony that was paved into the natural delving of the Lonely Mountain.
"KHAZAD!" He shouted out, drawing the attention of the dwarves.
"KHAZAD!" The cry was repeated by the crowds, who began to look up at Thorin, Thoruk and Thrak.
"Dwarves, today we send off Mahal's chosen warrior, Thoruk Ironbeard. The Giant Dwarf! The Ironbeard! Our Warrior! Let us see him out!" He proclaimed, turning to Thoruk, "This is your hour of glory, laddie. Enjoy it." He then pointed at a spiral staircase that was hidden within the rock of the mountain. "Go down and meet your brothers and sisters, but before you go, say your goodbyes." The King looked at Thoruk's father.
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"Uncle?!" Reinar gasped at the sight of Iver. "Uncle Iver?" He had a northern accent even at a young age. The two girls stared at Iver, somewhat dumbstruck.
Erica returned and placed a mug of cold water with a drop of sheared ice on the table near Iver.
"Now, kids, this is your uncle Iver. Okay. Remember how much I talked about him. Little brother was a big nuisance, like all of you," She snuffed her nose at them, lovingly.
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As he turns his eyes away from the crowd, towards his father he brings nothing more out than a "father... I'll come back for sure, I won't lose you again." with his bones crunching as he hammers his fist into a stone pillar next to them. "Don't worry father, they'll heal in no time, that's an ability of mine aswell." he says with a grin, "I'll miss you, old gramp" he says with a sarcastic voice, ment like a joke as he hugs his father a last time before turning around, ready to walk down the staircase.
"Look likes it, hopefully the lord of this settlement can give us some lodging. We need directions as well." He nodded to his sister.
"Ya, it seems like it runs in the family but never got your mother" Iver said smiling. At least one of them will continue the bloodline, he thought to himself.
"You betta, son." Old Thrak Ironbeard said to his son as they departed from one another, again.
Thoruk reached the bottom of the staircase and thousands of Dwarves stood to attention, parting to allow him passage to the gates of Erebor. They were like a sea of beards, brown, black, and grey coats, and armor. Little dwarf children looked up at him with starry eyes. Thoruk had become a living legend over the course of a day. What would he do? Would he say anything to them? Or continue walking like a silent badass? They were quiet as they watched him, taking in his new armor and weapons, his face, the way he walked, everything about him.
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The town of Langstrand was quiet and mellow during these hours. People were walking about on the streets when Cardiloc, Ha'zi and Ela entered its streets. There were bars, inns, all manner of mansions and buildings, it seemed this was a rather rich place in Gondor.
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The kids began to hit Iver with a barrage of questions ranging from what he did, who he was, how big his feet were and when he started to grow facial hair. Iver, had gained some stubble over the past months, though, without truly realizing it. He was twenty two and just started to grow facial hair. A late bloomer was an understatement.
Meanwhile, Erica disappeared and returned with a man. He was taller than Iver, more muscular, more handsome and had a full-grown beard. But most astonishing about him was his face. Iver had to blink for a moment and toss some cold water in his eyes.
"Hello there." The man said, "I'm Erica's husband, Vladikov. But, you can call me Vlad."
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Thoruk reached the bottom of the staircase and thousands of Dwarves stood to attention, parting to allow him passage to the gates of Erebor. They were like a sea of beards, brown, black, and grey coats, and armor. Little dwarf children looked up at him with starry eyes. Thoruk had become a living legend over the course of a day. What would he do? Would he say anything to them? Or continue walking like a silent badass? They were quiet as they watched him, taking in his new armor and weapons, his face, the way he walked, everything about him.
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The town of Langstrand was quiet and mellow during these hours. People were walking about on the streets when Cardiloc, Ha'zi and Ela entered its streets. There were bars, inns, all manner of mansions and buildings, it seemed this was a rather rich place in Gondor.
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The kids began to hit Iver with a barrage of questions ranging from what he did, who he was, how big his feet were and when he started to grow facial hair. Iver, had gained some stubble over the past months, though, without truly realizing it. He was twenty two and just started to grow facial hair. A late bloomer was an understatement.
Meanwhile, Erica disappeared and returned with a man. He was taller than Iver, more muscular, more handsome and had a full-grown beard. But most astonishing about him was his face. Iver had to blink for a moment and toss some cold water in his eyes.
"Hello there." The man said, "I'm Erica's husband, Vladikov. But, you can call me Vlad."
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"He.... Hi" Iver said. "Nice to meet my sister's husband" he said and got up to shake his hand.
The woman's words carried great significance, as Sigeric was reminded that he was now the heir to Redhaven. Another pang of grief spread through him. He had always sought power and influence, but not like this... Sigeric cleared his head, and decided that he was tired of waiting. He began to walk back towards the King's Hall. Iver had apparently already found a way to gain an audience with the king. Sigeric needed to confirm that his own unorthodox method had worked.
The man took his hand and crushed it in his bear-like grip. "Nice to meet you too, Iver." He smiled, "Erica's told me so much about her rich little brother." There was some condescension in his tone but he masked it with a bearded smile and let go of Iver's squashed hand.
"So, tell me more about this island?" He cocked his head and pulled a chair along from a nearby table before seating his family to hear from Iver. They all stared at Iver. The kids, somewhat distracted by themselves, couldn't keep their attention up, Erica waiting for him to start and Vlad, with cold eyes penetrating through Iver's very own soul.
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Sigeric saw the King's Hall open, like yesterday. Inside he found another person sitting the throne, someone much older with a balding head and a grey beard, he was scribbling down notes. There was, as per usual, a line to the throne. The guards stood at attention, not pursuing Sigeric. Either they didn't recognize him in the new attire and after he had showered or they didn't care enough to.
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"So, tell me more about this island?" He cocked his head and pulled a chair along from a nearby table before seating his family to hear from Iver. They all stared at Iver. The kids, somewhat distracted by themselves, couldn't keep their attention up, Erica waiting for him to start and Vlad, with cold eyes penetrating through Iver's very own soul.
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Sigeric saw the King's Hall open, like yesterday. Inside he found another person sitting the throne, someone much older with a balding head and a grey beard, he was scribbling down notes. There was, as per usual, a line to the throne. The guards stood at attention, not pursuing Sigeric. Either they didn't recognize him in the new attire and after he had showered or they didn't care enough to.
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Cardiloc raised a brow at the majesty this settlement possessed, it certainly was a step up from Dun Larach. The dunlending decided to search for the keep of Langstrand.
"Next?" The man at the throne said as Sigeric came to the front of the line. "Hello there, good sir. What may be your statement, complaint or issue?"
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There wasn't a keep, but a rather large mansion which appeared to be the settlement of whoever was the Lord of Langstrand. Ela and Ha'zi followed along, making comments about the architecture, joking with one another and asking questions about many of the buildings like the bakery and a post office of sorts.
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There wasn't a keep, but a rather large mansion which appeared to be the settlement of whoever was the Lord of Langstrand. Ela and Ha'zi followed along, making comments about the architecture, joking with one another and asking questions about many of the buildings like the bakery and a post office of sorts.
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"Huh?" The man said before leaning closer, "A message for the King?" He asked.
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