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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Grimnir showing off his iconic smile again, knowing range shall not be a problem, confident in strength, skill, counter charges the slaver, with a karate kick to his chest.
 
Iver looks for the projectiles.  He knows how they look and how to use for he once sailed a boat in Laketown and even shot the wapon.
He also grab a rope on his way
 
The slaver fell upon Grimnir with a thud, his kick landing in the groin of the man since the slaver had jumped. The man crumpled with a whimper, taking a jab of his dagger towards Grimnir's belly.

There were none in sight. Next to the scorpion were some crates, perhaps in there?

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Sigeric saw the dark shape in the water out of the corner of his eye. A sea creature? As long as he wasn't in the water himself, it wasn't his primary concern. He signaled three of the ex-slaves to ascend to the quarterdeck and assist the Dwarves and Margoz. His allies would have a two to one advantage now. He led the rest of the group into the gallery, until arriving at the same group of doors that Daugo had passed earlier, unbeknownst to him.
 
As Thoruks walks closer to the knife-slaver the slaver starts to make a worried face and raindrops or tears, most likely both, flow down the slaver's face due to him knowing that this could be his end. "Aye, now ya bugger look worried, ya still think it's a good idea to attack a dwarf? Can't even catch an unarmed dwarf with three slavers, embarrassing." Thoruk says to get the bandits attention so Marco would be able to backstep the slaver and knock him out with a hit to his head.
 
Thoruk's taunts angered the man who swung his knife at the dwarf. Thoruk could back off or dodge to the side. Which would he do?

Iver found the scorpion bolts packed inside a crate, underneath a cotton tarp. The tarp could make for good clothing and would be better than these peasant clothes he had. It may also keep him warm. Anyway, he had the bolts. Now to arm the scorpion and swivel it towards the slavers.

Upon entering the gallery, Sigeric and his men walked in on a most bloody scene. Sam, half beaten to death, was tied to a chair as a group of seven slavers surrounded him holding all sorts of torture devices, including but not limited to spatulas, spiked chains, sabers, torched steel spears and a most horrific dead fish which one could only assume what it was used for. The slavers turned to see the motley platoon of freed wielding wooden planks then began unsheathing sabers from their scabbards.
"Wake the others." The one holding the dead fish ordered and one of the seven departed deeper into the heart of the ship.
The dead fish slaver then faced the freed slaves and shrugged, "Never liked you lot. Made too much noise." And chugged the dead fish at Sigeric's face, spat on the floor and charged them with his blade drawn. This would be bloody. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
 
Thoruk dodges the swings before trying to hit the slaver with his plank to knock him out by himself as Marco seemed to not be ready to backstep him in time. Of course he could just back of, but what kind of dwarf would even consider such a nonsense?
 
The slavers had them outmatched in terms of weapons, but Sigeric had both numbers and surprise on his side. The slaves would immediately charge upon seeing those who had made them suffer for so long, hopefully catching a few before they could finish drawing their weapons. It might seem like madness, armed only with makeshift clubs, but what other choice did they have? They would doubtless take casualties, but blood was the price of freedom. Sigeric ignored the flying fish, swinging his plank at the first slaver that was in reach. This fight would be costly, but hopefully their swarm tactics would end it quickly.
 
Arming the scorpion after putting up the cotton iver looked around to spot all of options. He moved the creates closer to the scorpion to load it faster
 
Grimnir attempts to Disarm the man, by dodging the dagger swung to his belly, and instead grab the thrusting arm and drag his whole body overhead and hulk smash it down.
 
Thoruk's dodge worked and his plank met the slavers head at the same time Marco's did, creating a plank head sandwich of the slaver. The man went down with that and was left unconscious. Would Thoruk finish him off?

The opponent Grimnir faced thrust out his dagger and Grimnir dodged it, however, he slipped in the process and fell on the wet deck. His feet had not become used to the amphibious environment they were in and his weight didn't help when he attempted to pull off swift moves. The slaver moved to intercept him and was bringing his dagger down on Grimnir as he fell-

The scorpion loaded and ready swirled around as Iver took charge of it. On surveying his surroundings he saw what was happening with Grimnir. In a matter of second the dwarf would be daggered. The slaver was within shooting range. Would he save the stubborn dwarf?

The battle ending in a hail of cries and a splatter of blood. Six dead slavers and four dead slaves. Three injured and one critically wounded, who would likely die without attention. There were still fourteen unharmed with him. Would he leave the injured behind and continue onwards or attend their wounds? One of the freed slaves was still stabbing a body in the corner, probably dead at this point, but doing it out of what could only be revenge for their misery, their torment, their lives taken from them. What would Sigeric do?

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Iver laughed as the slaver killed the fat dwarf. He didn't like him anyways....
JK here is the real post

I'm gonna regret this in five minutes Iver thought as he made sure he is ready and steady and took the shoot. After the projectile left the scorpion he went to reload and do it fast with the projectiles at his hand reach.
 
Time seemed to slow down for Grimnir. He was mid-fall, he slipped, again, much to his dismay and frustration. Above him, the ugly bastard was bringing that disgusting dagger down towards his chest. He would die. Beyond the slaver was the dark sky, terribly black and thunderous. He could hear Mahal hammering away beyond the storm. His life flashed before his eyes....everything that had happened- everything that could have happened. The wars, the death, his brothers, and sisters, so much lost. He would have reclaimed a thousand times over if he could. But now, now, was his end. He felt the cold, wet deck as his backside smashed into it. Then through the rain, the wind, the ugly bastard above him he heard the click and a millisecond later-WHIZZ-he saw the slaver's face. The shock and surprise. He felt the man's blood trickle out onto his face with the rain, splattering in his white beard, turning it a crimson red. He finally lived up to his name. The Crimson Beard. His head turned to where his savior lay and saw that merchant of Dale, Iver. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
 
with the slaver dead Iver reloaded the scorpion and moved to the next Slaver. Being useful for the first time since their adventure started he used one of the only fighting skills he had to shoot the slavers with his scorpion, shouting at the slaves "Get down ya buggers"
 
After Thoruk and Marco "plank-sandwitched" the slaver he spitts on his body with the words "Take a bunch of your own medicine." Yet unsure what to do with the slaver he let's Marco decide what he would do with him. At the same time Thoruk sees Grimnir with the slaver aboth him and rushes towards his direction to help him.
 
((Apologies, I was at school))
Daugo peeks from behind the pedestal. Carefully, he tiptoes over to the desk, with a mind to search for a weapon of sorts, and to investigate it further.
 
The third slaver was atop the quarterdeck watching, he saw all of this occur and ran, moving towards the stern railings. Iver couldn't target him properly with him running and as he disappeared behind obstacles he lost him in view. No other slavers were around for him to target. Now it was a matter of securing the wheel.

Thoruk saw the slaver fall dead on top of Grimnir, crushing him with his weight. Behind him, Marco grabbed the slaver and dragged his body back towards the hatch, the man's fate unknown. Grimnir seemed in need of some help getting the dead corpse off of him.

Making his way to the desk Daugo doesn't find a weapon unless he'd use a compass to stab his enemies. But he did notice something else. The maps he saw indicated Middle-Earth in its glory. He saw the Shire, then Bree and further on the realms of men, elves, and dwarves. There were some scribbles in a foreign language on the map and a line traced its way from the river Baraduin south along the coast, deeper into the sea when passing the island of Tolfolas and then moving further south along the continent. He saw the line trail off the map and another map, smaller with foreign descriptions across it depicting a group of islands in the Belegaer, or was it still the Belegaer? The line ended near one of the larger isles wich had drawings across it of some small cities, weird birds, giant peoples and some other creatures Daugo could not properly understand or describe. He did not know what to think of it. It was obviously the route they'd taken. He also noticed some notes on the desk, in westron, the common tongue, they were scribbled in cursive and the rocking of the ship made it hard to read. The captain was still snoring. Would he attempt to decipher the notes or start opening drawers to search for a weapon or anything of use? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user] ((It's chill, mate.))
 
Iver then ran to the wheel. He will use his knowledge of sailing to hold the ship on the water and not under it. "Aye dwarves, come here and help me to get rid of a slavers would ya?" He shouted toward the two dwarves while turning the ship toward the land.
 
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