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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
- Thread starter Captain Aasim
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”Huh?” The Trickster said awakening. He saw the blackness swallowing up the room and spoke, ”It’s just your mind. You can’t handle being here. Wake up, Ha’zi! Wake up and save us, save me, save them, save her, save everyone!” The Trickster slapped Ha’zi a couple times before one hit home.
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Ha’zi awoke in his tent. He was sweating, naked, covered by the fur, with a certain art piece between his hands. Miriel was nowhere to be seen and he saw the first lights of dawn glisten through the little opening in his tent. He smelt eggs being cooked. It was a new day.
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”No, we are not doing this again. Save your brandy for later, Daugo.” Turmir said, standing Daugo up, hauling the Hobbit over his shoulder and carrying him back to his tent.
‘What in Arda-!” The elf cried as he walked into Ha’zi’s tent obliviously, walked back out, shut the flaps and carefully moved to the next ones. “Sultry humankind.” He grumbled as he pushed Daugo into a tent with the drunken Marco, shut the flaps and left the hobbit to drool out into oblivion.
He awoke the next morning with a headache even worse than the drinking game hangover. Why did he have to do this to himself? Marco was shaking him, “C’mmooon Dauug, we gotta gooo.”
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Ha’zi awoke in his tent. He was sweating, naked, covered by the fur, with a certain art piece between his hands. Miriel was nowhere to be seen and he saw the first lights of dawn glisten through the little opening in his tent. He smelt eggs being cooked. It was a new day.
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”No, we are not doing this again. Save your brandy for later, Daugo.” Turmir said, standing Daugo up, hauling the Hobbit over his shoulder and carrying him back to his tent.
‘What in Arda-!” The elf cried as he walked into Ha’zi’s tent obliviously, walked back out, shut the flaps and carefully moved to the next ones. “Sultry humankind.” He grumbled as he pushed Daugo into a tent with the drunken Marco, shut the flaps and left the hobbit to drool out into oblivion.
He awoke the next morning with a headache even worse than the drinking game hangover. Why did he have to do this to himself? Marco was shaking him, “C’mmooon Dauug, we gotta gooo.”
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Ha'zi sat up, breathing hurriedly. What had happened with the Trickster? What was that void? And how was he supposed to save everyone? Was he too late? And was the answer even there?
Ha'zi then noticed the artwork he was holding. Guess the Trickster was right about that then. He put the painting under his bed for now, then got dressed and stepped outside, wondering also about what had happened to Miriel. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Ha'zi then noticed the artwork he was holding. Guess the Trickster was right about that then. He put the painting under his bed for now, then got dressed and stepped outside, wondering also about what had happened to Miriel. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
A horn went off, awaking everyone else who had slept.
Ha’zi saw a small fire had been started and noticed Elrohir frying eggs on a saucepan. None of the shifters were up, not even Marco or Miriel. He was the first to awake, before the horn, anyway. The smell of steaming yolk wafted into his nose and he noticed the morning was foggy. Dew had settled upon the grass and the air was wet with moisture.
“You’re up early, boy.” Elrohir said, “Come, take a seat, you’ll get the first cooked egg.” The elf smiled at the Haradrim youth. Glorfindel was there, eating an apple and so was Elladan who was stretching and warming his body up.
They were all awoken from their sleep to the sound of the horn.
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Ha’zi saw a small fire had been started and noticed Elrohir frying eggs on a saucepan. None of the shifters were up, not even Marco or Miriel. He was the first to awake, before the horn, anyway. The smell of steaming yolk wafted into his nose and he noticed the morning was foggy. Dew had settled upon the grass and the air was wet with moisture.
“You’re up early, boy.” Elrohir said, “Come, take a seat, you’ll get the first cooked egg.” The elf smiled at the Haradrim youth. Glorfindel was there, eating an apple and so was Elladan who was stretching and warming his body up.
They were all awoken from their sleep to the sound of the horn.
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She probably returned to her own tent, he glumly thought to himself. It would have been nice to talk to her about his dreams and about last night, but oh well.
Ha'zi brightened up at the elf's words. Maybe there was a benefit after all. "Nice, thanks." He smiled in return and sat down where he was requested, stomach rumbling. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Ha'zi brightened up at the elf's words. Maybe there was a benefit after all. "Nice, thanks." He smiled in return and sat down where he was requested, stomach rumbling. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Elrohir turned the egg over and told Ha’zi, “Could you grab that for me?” He indicated the a stack of wooden plates with a quick motion of his hand. Glorfindel looked up at the boy, “I completed reading the book. It was enthralling,” he said with a blank face. Elladan laughed.
“I am serious.” Glorfindel stated.
“Yeah, thanks!” Ha’zi heard Miriel’s voice. The woman was walking towards them, behind her were two men, some Gondorians, she had been conversing with. She was dressed in some lighter clothing but had a coat over her and her cheeks were rosy pale in the morning mist.
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“I am serious.” Glorfindel stated.
“Yeah, thanks!” Ha’zi heard Miriel’s voice. The woman was walking towards them, behind her were two men, some Gondorians, she had been conversing with. She was dressed in some lighter clothing but had a coat over her and her cheeks were rosy pale in the morning mist.
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"Sure thing." Ha'zi said, nodding, and grabbed them for Elrohir. He then smirked at Glorfindel's expression. "I bet it was probably good, since it has to deal with all those mythos. Speaking of which, I need to talk to you and Celeborn about something when you have the chan-"
He noticed Miriel coming and smiled greatly. "We have three more people ready for food," Ha'zi said, addressing Elrohir. He then waited for Miriel to get close enough before talking to her, "Hey, good morning, Miriel, how are you doing?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
He noticed Miriel coming and smiled greatly. "We have three more people ready for food," Ha'zi said, addressing Elrohir. He then waited for Miriel to get close enough before talking to her, "Hey, good morning, Miriel, how are you doing?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Sigeric took a deep breath, taking in Iver's words. The man had offered no evidence to support his absurd claim, and yet he had the audacity to demand that Sigeric believe him without question? He stared at Iver with a cold gaze, the former signs of genuine concern gone from his visage. "I don't believe you." Sigeric rode further up the column, leaving the merchant behind. He would hear no more of this farce.
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Sigeric looked around the camp, observing the revelries. It occurred to him that he should become more involved with the group, lest he be seen as a standoffish recluse. After all, the others had no way of knowing that he was plagued with visions of his own demise. Examining the group around the bonfire, he was reminded of the day in which they had arrived at Aldamos. Out of more than one hundred of them, only a dozen had escaped that damnable island. And now they were all riding towards a far greater peril. Dispelling his misgivings, Sigeric sat down near Elladan and Elrohir. "I don't believe that we have been properly introduced." he said to the Elves. "I'm Sigeric, one of the Karoltai."
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As the sound of the horn resonated through the camp, Sigeric stood up from his bed without hesitation, dressing and stepping out of the tent. He left his halberd and longbow behind, but brought along his rapier. He approached a fire, seeing Ha'zi, Glorfindel, and Elrohir nearby, and overhearing part of their conversation. "What book would that be, Lord Glorfindel?" he asked, making his presence known. He sat down near Ha'zi, noticing him staring at Miriel. Something was off with the boy, though he could not quite place it.
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Sigeric looked around the camp, observing the revelries. It occurred to him that he should become more involved with the group, lest he be seen as a standoffish recluse. After all, the others had no way of knowing that he was plagued with visions of his own demise. Examining the group around the bonfire, he was reminded of the day in which they had arrived at Aldamos. Out of more than one hundred of them, only a dozen had escaped that damnable island. And now they were all riding towards a far greater peril. Dispelling his misgivings, Sigeric sat down near Elladan and Elrohir. "I don't believe that we have been properly introduced." he said to the Elves. "I'm Sigeric, one of the Karoltai."
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As the sound of the horn resonated through the camp, Sigeric stood up from his bed without hesitation, dressing and stepping out of the tent. He left his halberd and longbow behind, but brought along his rapier. He approached a fire, seeing Ha'zi, Glorfindel, and Elrohir nearby, and overhearing part of their conversation. "What book would that be, Lord Glorfindel?" he asked, making his presence known. He sat down near Ha'zi, noticing him staring at Miriel. Something was off with the boy, though he could not quite place it.
((Time bubble, for RP purposes I'm gonna assume Sigeric gets here faster.)) While waiting for Miriel to come closer to where he is sitting, Ha'zi notices Sigeric walking towards him and suddenly sit down next to the boy. He's a bit confused as to why the man has been acting a little off recently, but doesn't seem to mind him.
"Good morning, Sigeric. You ready for breakfast? I know I am." Ha'zi grinned. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]
"Good morning, Sigeric. You ready for breakfast? I know I am." Ha'zi grinned. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]
"Shit, man, I can feel my back.." Dimitri groaned, pushing himself up from his tent. He wasn't that old, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel old. He makes his way to the fire and takes a seat on the ground, sharpening his needle dagger.
"It's a tolerable morning, though I could do without this fog and humidity." Sigeric said, before glancing at the eggs on the pan. "I am certainly ready for breakfast. We need all of the energy we can get for the march ahead." He looked back to Ha'zi. "You seem quite well-rested."
Iver watched Sigric riding away. He informed him, he is done with the subject.
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Iver walked toward the elf with the violin. "Nice evening we are having heh?"
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Iver crawled out of his tent. "Tonight was shittier than my last prayer to Eru" he mumbled as he slowly making his way toward the campfire.
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Iver walked toward the elf with the violin. "Nice evening we are having heh?"
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Iver crawled out of his tent. "Tonight was shittier than my last prayer to Eru" he mumbled as he slowly making his way toward the campfire.
((Time-bubbles.))
"It appears to be," The elf smiled and continued to play. "You're one of the Karoltai we're defending?" He asked Iver.
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"Elladan, son of Elrond." The cook responded.
"Elrohir, son of Elrond." The musician replied.
"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance," they said in eerie synchronized tandem to Sigeric.
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"Morning Ha'zi," Miriel replied with a light smile, moved over and took a seat next to him. Her hair was glossy, whether from recently washing it or the humidity he couldn't tell. She smelt way better than last night and appeared to have cleansed.
"Thanks." Elrohir said, taking the wooden plates and popping a fried egg onto one for Ha'zi. He cooked two more in the meantime and handed those two Sigeric and Miriel. The cutlery was nearby on the log, wrapped in a neat woolen cloth.
"Well of-" Glorfindel had been saying until he was so rudely interrupted by Sigeric, Miriel and Elrohir. He went silent, merely finishing his apple.
Dimitri and Iver saw a few of their friends had gathered outside already and that eggs were on the menu. They noticed Sigeric, Glorfindel, Miriel, Ha'zi, Elrohir and Elladan near the campfire. Elrohir was cooking this time around and Elladan was doing what appeared to be squats.
Ha'zi remembered his dreams from last night. Both of them. Along with the painting. He had left it back in the tent....
"I aaiin't druunck! Yuou're the vone who's druunckk!!" Marco exclaimed and slapped Daugo again, "Wakey wakey Daugy!"
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"It appears to be," The elf smiled and continued to play. "You're one of the Karoltai we're defending?" He asked Iver.
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"Elladan, son of Elrond." The cook responded.
"Elrohir, son of Elrond." The musician replied.
"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance," they said in eerie synchronized tandem to Sigeric.
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"Morning Ha'zi," Miriel replied with a light smile, moved over and took a seat next to him. Her hair was glossy, whether from recently washing it or the humidity he couldn't tell. She smelt way better than last night and appeared to have cleansed.
"Thanks." Elrohir said, taking the wooden plates and popping a fried egg onto one for Ha'zi. He cooked two more in the meantime and handed those two Sigeric and Miriel. The cutlery was nearby on the log, wrapped in a neat woolen cloth.
"Well of-" Glorfindel had been saying until he was so rudely interrupted by Sigeric, Miriel and Elrohir. He went silent, merely finishing his apple.
Dimitri and Iver saw a few of their friends had gathered outside already and that eggs were on the menu. They noticed Sigeric, Glorfindel, Miriel, Ha'zi, Elrohir and Elladan near the campfire. Elrohir was cooking this time around and Elladan was doing what appeared to be squats.
Ha'zi remembered his dreams from last night. Both of them. Along with the painting. He had left it back in the tent....
"I aaiin't druunck! Yuou're the vone who's druunckk!!" Marco exclaimed and slapped Daugo again, "Wakey wakey Daugy!"
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"more like Karoltai who sent to defend you" he giggled remembering his assault on the boar. "Anyways, I've heard that you have violin. I used to play on violin, long time ago. Would you mind if I'll give it a try?" He asked.
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Iver stumbled toward the group "hope you guys had better night than I did" he grumped toward no one in particular.
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Iver stumbled toward the group "hope you guys had better night than I did" he grumped toward no one in particular.
((Before morning))
Zaro pulled the boar into his room and grabbed his strongest and sharpest knife and took his position. Zaro first decided to cut off the two horns, one to use as a war horn for battle calls, the other I have no idea what to use for, but possible some type of trophy, maybe Iver would want the second horn, after all he did almost get killed by it. Zaro then slowly skinned it starting from the upper body then down the lower body body cutting off a few part. The next we camped for dinner I will share this with Iver, its only fair he sees how it tastes like after it tried to eat him. Zaro used what was left of his rum to wet the meat, cleaning all blood and then dried it removing what wa sleft of the blood with a cloth from his shirt. He then grabbed the horn he wanted to use for a war horn and carves a design pattern with another knife and holstered it somewhere on his armor to later call. Zaro then pulled bandages from his equipment reminded by the sharp pain and put them around his face covering up the scars using the reflection of the alcohol. Zaro carried the boar meat to the nearest caravan and asked "Could you keep this boar stored til we eat dinner next time we camp?
Zaro pulled the boar into his room and grabbed his strongest and sharpest knife and took his position. Zaro first decided to cut off the two horns, one to use as a war horn for battle calls, the other I have no idea what to use for, but possible some type of trophy, maybe Iver would want the second horn, after all he did almost get killed by it. Zaro then slowly skinned it starting from the upper body then down the lower body body cutting off a few part. The next we camped for dinner I will share this with Iver, its only fair he sees how it tastes like after it tried to eat him. Zaro used what was left of his rum to wet the meat, cleaning all blood and then dried it removing what wa sleft of the blood with a cloth from his shirt. He then grabbed the horn he wanted to use for a war horn and carves a design pattern with another knife and holstered it somewhere on his armor to later call. Zaro then pulled bandages from his equipment reminded by the sharp pain and put them around his face covering up the scars using the reflection of the alcohol. Zaro carried the boar meat to the nearest caravan and asked "Could you keep this boar stored til we eat dinner next time we camp?
"Sure." The elf smiled and handed over the violin, "What's your name? Mine is Eurgund."
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Elladan laughed at Iver's remark.
"Not slept much in the wilds?"
"Gruhh," Marco grunted, hauling the hobbit off his ass and stumbling out of the tent. The Gondorian rubbed his eyes as and Daugo saw a heavy mist on the camp. Ahead he could smell food and heard the sounds of laughter and frying.
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Elladan laughed at Iver's remark.
"Not slept much in the wilds?"
"Gruhh," Marco grunted, hauling the hobbit off his ass and stumbling out of the tent. The Gondorian rubbed his eyes as and Daugo saw a heavy mist on the camp. Ahead he could smell food and heard the sounds of laughter and frying.
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Ha'zi dismissed these thoughts for the moment. He already had plans to tell the two elves in charge and maybe Miriel when he had time. He also wasn't worried about the painting, it's not like someone is going to search his tent, right?
He thanked Elrohir for the eggs and grabbed some cutlery and began digging in, remembering the way Miriel instructed him how to use them last night. Ha'zi noticed Glorfindel had something to say but was cut off, so he got curious and asked, "Hm, what were you going to say, Glorfindel?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
He thanked Elrohir for the eggs and grabbed some cutlery and began digging in, remembering the way Miriel instructed him how to use them last night. Ha'zi noticed Glorfindel had something to say but was cut off, so he got curious and asked, "Hm, what were you going to say, Glorfindel?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]