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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
- Thread starter Captain Aasim
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”All of us in Minas Tirith were conscripted to fight in the War when Osgiliath was destroyed by the Dark Lord,” Even said.
“We stayed on after we survived. Even and me were the only ones from our district that made it.” The scarred man said, “Name is Berethor, son of Berethon. My father never returned from the Osgiliath post so I took his place in the army. They told us to mount up yesterday for this excursion. Details were hazy until that conference with Crandil. I never knew that there could be a thing like Giants. How big are you? A hill? A mountain?” The boy drowned on, Even slapped his shoulder to shut him up.
“Sorry, Mister Dimitri. Berethor is just a bit too curious about you.”
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The Trickster stepped back and leaned against a wall. You have fifteen minutes before I send you back. Time works differently in this world. All of this is an illusion but you can navigate your way through it once you get the hang of it, then eventually you’ll be able to create them. But that’s not the point. I cannot hand you the answers that you seek. You must find them for yourself, Ha’zi-Chan.” The Trickster stiffed a laugh.
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“We stayed on after we survived. Even and me were the only ones from our district that made it.” The scarred man said, “Name is Berethor, son of Berethon. My father never returned from the Osgiliath post so I took his place in the army. They told us to mount up yesterday for this excursion. Details were hazy until that conference with Crandil. I never knew that there could be a thing like Giants. How big are you? A hill? A mountain?” The boy drowned on, Even slapped his shoulder to shut him up.
“Sorry, Mister Dimitri. Berethor is just a bit too curious about you.”
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The Trickster stepped back and leaned against a wall. You have fifteen minutes before I send you back. Time works differently in this world. All of this is an illusion but you can navigate your way through it once you get the hang of it, then eventually you’ll be able to create them. But that’s not the point. I cannot hand you the answers that you seek. You must find them for yourself, Ha’zi-Chan.” The Trickster stiffed a laugh.
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”Start from the beginning.” The Trickster said, his hand pointing to the start of the hallway near the open area which held the lounge, Ha’zi-San,” he added with the raise of an eyebrow.
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"Not that tall, maybe 20 feet?" Dimitri responded. He liked curiosity in modest amounts, it showed potential for scholars, librarians, talented generals. "It's fine, kid. It could be worse, at least he isn't doing it more constantly than an orc about man-flesh."
Both the men laughed.
“You’re twenty feet tall? How?!” Exclaimed Berethor.
“Leave him alone, Bear. He’s clearly tired. We should go now, Mister Dimitri otherwise our lieutenant will report our abscence to Crandil and we’ll get another strike on our records.” Even said, grabbing his friend by the shoulder and pulling him back. Berethor seemed hesitant but followed after Even, “Good night, Mister Dimitri. I hope I see you again!” The boy yelled after him.
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”Sorry, I’m used to it. I nicknamed everyone. My brothers, my wife, even my-“ he stopped abruptly and went silent. ”Ignore me.”
Ha’zi saw the same pictures as he had nearly a month ago when the Trickster had abducted them outside of Rivendell. One stood out the most. The huge tapestry of the Trickster and many, many people in it. The one that seemed to be him and his family or friends. Would Ha’zi inspect it or look at the others? The other pictures were minor with them mostly being the Trickster wearing some sort of leather helmet and playing with a couple of children, some dressed in blue, others in blacks and greens, and some in brown.
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“You’re twenty feet tall? How?!” Exclaimed Berethor.
“Leave him alone, Bear. He’s clearly tired. We should go now, Mister Dimitri otherwise our lieutenant will report our abscence to Crandil and we’ll get another strike on our records.” Even said, grabbing his friend by the shoulder and pulling him back. Berethor seemed hesitant but followed after Even, “Good night, Mister Dimitri. I hope I see you again!” The boy yelled after him.
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”Sorry, I’m used to it. I nicknamed everyone. My brothers, my wife, even my-“ he stopped abruptly and went silent. ”Ignore me.”
Ha’zi saw the same pictures as he had nearly a month ago when the Trickster had abducted them outside of Rivendell. One stood out the most. The huge tapestry of the Trickster and many, many people in it. The one that seemed to be him and his family or friends. Would Ha’zi inspect it or look at the others? The other pictures were minor with them mostly being the Trickster wearing some sort of leather helmet and playing with a couple of children, some dressed in blue, others in blacks and greens, and some in brown.
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Ha'zi would look over the tapestry of the Trickster's supposed family, staring at it skeptically. The one with the children also interested him, but he'd like to check this one first. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
From a general look at it, Ha’zi saw rolling mountains in the background, great golden plains and rivers in the distance. Up front was a main set of people and behind them more. From right to left Ha’zi could see. The Trickster jumping on one man. The man had black hair, pale skin and dark eyes but was actually smiling as the Trickster rubbed his hands through the person’s silky ebony hair. Next to them was a gigantic horse. Huge. A white stallion with a saddle on it and a horn attached to its side. After that came a multitude of couples. A man and woman in blue and white who’s eyes gleamed like the stars; a woman in green and a man in orange robes the color of flames, holding hands; two couples talking with one another: one man dressed in full black, much like the one the Trickster was playing with, yet grimacing as he held onto a woman in black with salt and pepper hair who was talking to another female who had jet black hair and a husband with pearly white flowing locks. All of them were fair and white except for the next one who had white hair and was alone, yet seemed to be talking, frozen in discussion with a tall, muscular man. He recognized him. TULKAS!
There were others beyond that. A dancer of sorts, one woman, from the other pictures, the one with beautiful blonde hair and eyes as green as Miriel’s. She was the one holding the baby girl. He remembered her when she was wearing the gown of flowers in that wedding picture with the Trickster. The next one seemed to be a woman, weeping by herself, watching them all. One child was pulling at her legs. Ha’zi’s heart skipped a beat. He recognized the child’s face, her hair, her aquiline nose. It was Ilmarë. There were other children in the tapestry, hidden behind the legs of the adults, some further away in the distance. Ha’zi began to see many of them. Some were odd-looking, others looked like ordinary peoples with old fashioned clothing. One even had a seashell in their hand.
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There were others beyond that. A dancer of sorts, one woman, from the other pictures, the one with beautiful blonde hair and eyes as green as Miriel’s. She was the one holding the baby girl. He remembered her when she was wearing the gown of flowers in that wedding picture with the Trickster. The next one seemed to be a woman, weeping by herself, watching them all. One child was pulling at her legs. Ha’zi’s heart skipped a beat. He recognized the child’s face, her hair, her aquiline nose. It was Ilmarë. There were other children in the tapestry, hidden behind the legs of the adults, some further away in the distance. Ha’zi began to see many of them. Some were odd-looking, others looked like ordinary peoples with old fashioned clothing. One even had a seashell in their hand.
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How was he supposed to find some deep dark secret from looking at some pictures? Ha'zi shook his head, and focused his attention on the Trickster and the man he was messing with in the tapestry plus the huge stallion, trying to find anything important about them. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
The horse had hooves the color of gold and stood still in the picture, separating the two men from the rest of the group. It held a few satchels and, of course, a leathery brown saddle on its back. There was a horn attached to its side and other than that it was clear of any other items.
The Trickster was wearing a helmet of sorts, something bronze in this picture. It reminded Ha’zi of the Noldorin helmets that the elves wore for battle in Rivendell and on their journey, with a fin sticking out the top. The Trickster, although, he was short, seemed much taller in this picture and was ruffling up the hair of the other fellow.
That man had a sturdy jaw, pale white skin, dark silky raven like locks, orange glowing eyes, similar to the hazel eyes of the Trickster and had a lack for facial hair. His attitude seemed to be annoyed but the genuine smile, his wide-eyes and friendly demeanor around the Trickster gave the opposite indication. Ha’zi noticed a few children near the Trickster and this man. Seven odd-looking children. They seemed to be...on fire? What?
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The Trickster was wearing a helmet of sorts, something bronze in this picture. It reminded Ha’zi of the Noldorin helmets that the elves wore for battle in Rivendell and on their journey, with a fin sticking out the top. The Trickster, although, he was short, seemed much taller in this picture and was ruffling up the hair of the other fellow.
That man had a sturdy jaw, pale white skin, dark silky raven like locks, orange glowing eyes, similar to the hazel eyes of the Trickster and had a lack for facial hair. His attitude seemed to be annoyed but the genuine smile, his wide-eyes and friendly demeanor around the Trickster gave the opposite indication. Ha’zi noticed a few children near the Trickster and this man. Seven odd-looking children. They seemed to be...on fire? What?
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If there was supposed to be some clue here, Ha'zi hadn't even the thought of what it was. This tapestry was obviously important somehow- why else would the Trickster tell him to start from the beginning- but it made no sense to him.
Was there really anything here? Was this just another trick, more lies? Ha'zi shook his head. The Trickster made it sound like it was really needed, that he had to find it. But how? How much time did he even have left? And how did the time work differently, as his kidnapper mentioned before?
The boy looked closer at the weird tapestry with determination. It didn't matter, he had to find it, apparently. And he wouldn't leave until he had it, whatever it was. His gaze focused now on the odd burning children, and he subconsciously thought about what Celeborn had told him earlier about the Maiar, Ainur, the citizens of Valinor, and the servants of Morgoth. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Was there really anything here? Was this just another trick, more lies? Ha'zi shook his head. The Trickster made it sound like it was really needed, that he had to find it. But how? How much time did he even have left? And how did the time work differently, as his kidnapper mentioned before?
The boy looked closer at the weird tapestry with determination. It didn't matter, he had to find it, apparently. And he wouldn't leave until he had it, whatever it was. His gaze focused now on the odd burning children, and he subconsciously thought about what Celeborn had told him earlier about the Maiar, Ainur, the citizens of Valinor, and the servants of Morgoth. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Ha’zi saw none of the elves in this picture. No pointy-eared tall fair people’s. The people he did see were most like the elves, however, the oddities, the strange and queer looks and the way they dressed set them apart from all manner of things Ha’zi had seen. They seemed to wear similar clothes to Eonwë and Ilmarë, minus the armor. Eonwë...
He remembered the other picture....
”Tick, tock. Five minutes left. You’re missing the big picture.” The Trickster said, laughing at his own irony.
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The camp was settling down, the fires being put out and the night shift taking over. Glorfindel picked up Marco and dragged him to his tent. He had to search for it, looking through Dimitri’s, Daugo’s and Iver’s before eventually reaching the Gondorians. The elf returned to the log set by the dead fire, taking a seat and watching over the Karoltai section of the camp. A couple other elves joined him and watching the perimeter.
Elladan and his brother found their respectful tent and took to rest in their shared area.
The moon peaked above the sky. Iver, Dimitri, Sigeric and Drunk Daugo noticed the late time. Cardiloc and Thoruk were asleep or so was assumed by most.
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He remembered the other picture....
”Tick, tock. Five minutes left. You’re missing the big picture.” The Trickster said, laughing at his own irony.
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The camp was settling down, the fires being put out and the night shift taking over. Glorfindel picked up Marco and dragged him to his tent. He had to search for it, looking through Dimitri’s, Daugo’s and Iver’s before eventually reaching the Gondorians. The elf returned to the log set by the dead fire, taking a seat and watching over the Karoltai section of the camp. A couple other elves joined him and watching the perimeter.
Elladan and his brother found their respectful tent and took to rest in their shared area.
The moon peaked above the sky. Iver, Dimitri, Sigeric and Drunk Daugo noticed the late time. Cardiloc and Thoruk were asleep or so was assumed by most.
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Great. He'd spent too much time on that tapestry... Ha'zi quickly ran over to the Ëonwë picture from earlier and started to examine it. As he was, he asked the Trickster, "Any more hints or are you just going to tell me to stare at pictures for the remaining time?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
The artwork was of the Trickster and Eonwë. It was a young Eonwë, possibly a teenager, possibly younger fishing with the Trickster. The boy’s big eyes stared into the water at a whitish-orange catfish as he dipped the line in with worm bait attached to it.
”Fate won’t permit my direct support. If I do tell you, I will die. That much is a fact. You have to locate the answer, Ha’zi. Do whatever you want with this stuff. It’s just a recreation of my old house before it was burned down. It’s a memory from the past, however, everything you see here is real. You can touch it, feel it, take it if you want. I’ll just create more. You have three minutes.”
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”Fate won’t permit my direct support. If I do tell you, I will die. That much is a fact. You have to locate the answer, Ha’zi. Do whatever you want with this stuff. It’s just a recreation of my old house before it was burned down. It’s a memory from the past, however, everything you see here is real. You can touch it, feel it, take it if you want. I’ll just create more. You have three minutes.”
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"But I have no idea what this stuff could even be! If you really wanted someone to find this, you should have done it to Sigeric, Dimitri, or even Grimnir to do it instead. Why am I here?" Ha'zi argued back, moving down the line to gaze at each picture quickly. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Ha’zi saw the timeline again. The Trickster and co, the wedding, Eonwë, the baby girl, him alone, the hunting trophies, and lastly the Trickster with all his gleeful smiles.
”Firstly, because you’re conveniently asleep at this moment. Secondly, you’re less likely to kill me than all three of those muscle-junkeys. Thirdly, you’re the most powerful of them all and the most likely to survive. Thus, you’ll be able to put the pieces together before it all falls apart. You’re running out of time and you’ll wake up any second now. So, think! What will end the apocalypse? Melkor’s death? Manwe’s? Mine? The entire world? Who am I? The Trickster? Sometimes I forget...am I even living? Is this all real? Or merely a simulation in Eru’s sick twisted mind? What am I even saying...? What about the...” he babbled on, nonsensically.”
”Firstly, because you’re conveniently asleep at this moment. Secondly, you’re less likely to kill me than all three of those muscle-junkeys. Thirdly, you’re the most powerful of them all and the most likely to survive. Thus, you’ll be able to put the pieces together before it all falls apart. You’re running out of time and you’ll wake up any second now. So, think! What will end the apocalypse? Melkor’s death? Manwe’s? Mine? The entire world? Who am I? The Trickster? Sometimes I forget...am I even living? Is this all real? Or merely a simulation in Eru’s sick twisted mind? What am I even saying...? What about the...” he babbled on, nonsensically.”
The most powerful? Ha'zi raised an eyebrow at that and listened to the rest of what the Trickster said. "I still don't know.. the only thing I recognize is you and that Tulkas guy.." He mumbled. So, he's about to wake up soon. What can he do? And why was the Trickster telling him he could do anything with these pictures and items here? Was that a clue? What if he tried to touch them...?
Ha'zi decided to test his theory and started to feel each picture to see if something would happen. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
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The first picture he touched fell into his hands. It was light. One of the Trickster and his wife.
"Why is it so hard to focus?" The Trickster demanded, slamming his head into a wall.
"YOU ARE THE KEY, HA'ZI! YOU CAN BECOME LIKE ME! BECOME A GOD! SAVE MELKO-" The man slammed his head into a wall and knocked himself out. What the fack had gotten into the Trickster.
He saw the end of the hallway begin to disappear, turning into a dark black void that began to suck up everything within its vicinity, paintings, ornaments, trophies and all.
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"Why is it so hard to focus?" The Trickster demanded, slamming his head into a wall.
"YOU ARE THE KEY, HA'ZI! YOU CAN BECOME LIKE ME! BECOME A GOD! SAVE MELKO-" The man slammed his head into a wall and knocked himself out. What the fack had gotten into the Trickster.
He saw the end of the hallway begin to disappear, turning into a dark black void that began to suck up everything within its vicinity, paintings, ornaments, trophies and all.
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Ha'zi was frightened by the Trickster's sudden outburst, and then horrified by the void that started to appear. What would happen to the man if the void got him? Would the Trickster die? Could Ha'zi just leave him here then, to get sucked into the possibly deadly void?
"L-look, i don't know why, I'm sorry. But come on, get up, you need to get out of here." Ha'zi grabbed the Trickster and started to try and carry him away from the void. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
"L-look, i don't know why, I'm sorry. But come on, get up, you need to get out of here." Ha'zi grabbed the Trickster and started to try and carry him away from the void. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]