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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Iver found that all the weapons had already been looted. He along with some others had taken the outfits of the dead slavers, although, they did resemble them their were still indicators they were not those men. Such as their malnutrition, bloodied outfits and bloodied weapons which gave away that something was off with them. 

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"Thank you, Ha'zi. You've been a great lad to me. I wish I had a son like you." Lesier said, reminiscently, "I swear to you. We will get you back to your father once this sordid ordeal is over. I swear. Bless you, child." He said in Haradrim. "You've done enough for me, thank you, go on. You can meet with the others." The old man pointed towards the gathering of slaves near Dimitri and Thoruk. The group including Marco and Radaa. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]

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"Alright. Lets go along." The man said hurriedly. "We ain't got all night. Lets be out of here and on our way back home. C'mon." Would Thoruk and Dimitri follow him? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]
 
"So?" The slaver asks. Just then Cardiloc, like a giant hurdling hippopotamus, runs into view coming full speed towards them with a spear on his back.

"What the fu-"
 
Dimitri turns to see Cardiloc running. "A slave?" he asks himself. He approaches the running slave and tries to smash his kneecap with his warhammer.
 
"WHOAT?" The slaver screams as Cardiloc's leg cracks and he is sent flying into the sand, head first. His knee pulverized by the blast from Dimitri's warhammer.
"Hoooooollly mother of Morgoth! You just-what-in-the...What?! You know we need those for selling in the southern cities! Wait, how on Middle-Earth did he even escape?" The slaver exclaimed, seemingly shocked by the whole ordeal. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
Cardiloc fainted due to the force of the blow, he landed head first in the sand a large pool of blood forming around his leg. It seemed Dimitri had gone way too far and had damaged one of his own crew.
 
"No fucking clue, but whoever let the bastard was that let the bitch escape is gonna get flogged!" Dimitri shouts at the ship. "Someone get this worthless piece of shit back on the ship." he orders.
 
"How the hell did the slave come here lad? Shouldn't the others watch them" Thoruk asks Dimitri hesitating that the slaver could get behind everything. He turns towards the slaver "We had a hole in the ship and now we need to guard those buggers before they try to flee" Thoruk says with some sweat pearls running down his forehead.
 
Instantly Marco rushes up and grabs Cardiloc's shoulders, hauling him out of the sand and dragging him back towards the ship with an, "Aye, Sir." It seemed the others were also catching on to Dimitri's ploy. Radaa helped him pull Cardiloc to the camp site where they put him down on the cotton tarp and began to apply pressure to his knee cap that seemed fairly busted in. Ha'zi was among those in the camp who saw what had happened. So fairly that it completely convinced the slaver that these were the rag tag, rough 'n' tough slaver crew of the 4th Southern Slaver Ship.

"Well, that was harsh. Gotta hand it to you. I got scared for a second." The slaver said, wiping some sweat from his brows and motioning for them to follow. He casually strolled back across the beach expecting both Dimitri and Thoruk to join him. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]  ((Everyone essentially sees this happen except for Margoz who's whereabouts are unknown.))
 
Upon hearing the commotion, Sigeric peeked over the edge of the ship's slanted deck. He winced as he saw Cardiloc's kneecap utterly obliterated by Dimitri's war hammer. The archers under his command were looking at him nervously; they did not know what was happening from their hidden position. "Hold your fire. Don't draw yet, and stay concealed." He said, as the slaver started walking back across the beach.
 
Ha'zi stares horified as Cardiloc is dragged over to the camp site. He walks over to the crate, grabs another cloth, and goes over to the site, wishing to help Cardiloc with his wound.
 
Hearing the conversation on the beach Iver decided to reply "Sorry, ma bad. I let em go so he won’t drown to death". Then he looks at what’s going on down at the beach "HOLY FCK FCKING FCK FCKER" he screams and stare at the poor man with the smashed kneecap, a little pale.
 
"What's that shouting?" The slaver says turning around as he heard Iver screaming like a damsel in distress on the deck. "Someone shit themselves?" Before he continues walking. They were making their way back to the slaver camp. From here on out it would just be the two of them.
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Cardiloc's injuries were serious. It appeared he would need support to walk from now on, obviously, a stick would do but it may be better for him to be carried. He was a big man, however, if put on a stretcher he could be walked. He may heal from the injury or it may be permanent. It was yet for them to understand the scale of the damage.
 
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