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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Aye" Thoruk simply answers. "But lad. You should realy save your energy to heal back your arms, it even took me a while to heal one arm. Ask one of these buggers to take you with them on their horse lad." he addes, laying his arm onto the boys shoulder.
 
Ha'zi flinches and grinds his teeth at this, and moves aside from Thoruk so no pain is on his shoulder. "No, I'd rather walk than being carried in any form further today."
 
Thoruk sees the pain in Ha'zi's eyes as he touches his shoulder. "Sorry lad. Aye, you'll know what's best for yourself lad." the dwarf says, finishing this conversation and looks at his helmet, as dark as the night around him. "X'cuse me lad" Thoruk says, looking at Ramdir. "D'ya have a torch left for me?" he asks, putting away his axe.
 
“The others?” Card asked quizzically. “Hang on, I need to know the situation. You said... Dimitri, Sigeric, Iver their all dead. But what happened to me, am I dead? Or am I going to like meet my future self???” The dunlending questioned Ha’zi. “And what’s the situation with the Valar. Are they all dead?”
 
"Telling the boy to move." He'd say to his fellow black cloak. Meanwhile as the dwarf and man with the halberd came over he would listen in on their conversation. Hearing about the Silmaril, giant abilities, and other things. However he too took notice upon the howl. Looking to Ramdir he'd unsling his bow and say "Keep your eyes and ears open. We don't know what are in these woods now that Morgoth and Sauron are back."
 
Ha'zi struggled to stand and slipped, "Help me walk. Please." He said urgently, ignoring his questions. "They're dead. Most of them anyway. Bumbling fucks. As for you..." He sighed, "Just help me, Card."

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"No. The extra lighters were with my horse and one of the Gondorians took my horse up front. Check with Sargeant Hering." He indicated the approaching black cloak before hearing his statement.
"You see anything, sir?" Ramdir asked Hering.

The forest had grown deathly silent and only the voices of the men and the neighs of horses seemed to break the night.

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"That wasn't an answer." He helped lift Ha'zi up, supporting his arm on his shoulder. "How far must we walk, with you like this."
 
Iver went closer toward Marco, Daugo and the other guy that.... was looting their stuff?. "Oi, are those two ok?" He asked the man who took care of Daugo and Marco
 
"As far as it takes." Ha'zi muttered. Suddenly the ground began to shake and Cardiloc was thrown to his feet. The Dunlending's forehead was cut by a rock hidden in the sand and blood poured forth. Cardiloc was stunned and an unearthly groaning noise began to emanate in his ears.

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Galador brushed up to Dimitri and assisted him. "You should've taken the horse to the top with the other injured." He turned to Ramdir, "Find him a stick to walk."

"Sir." Ramdir nodded slowly and began to walk off but gave Hering a quizzical look. "You sure you heard a wolf?"

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"I heard something that was clearly not a wolf. But, whatever, keep ignoring me." Ha'zi starts to whistle as they continue.
 
“What the...” Card mumbled before he was thrown to the floor. “Ouch!” He yelped as his forehead was cut. He moved his hand to his head, it came back sodden with blood. Then the noise. “Is that... it?” He tentatively asked Ha’zi.
 
"N-no-oo!" Ha'zi stood up and began to limp, "Run!" He yelled at Cardiloc. The black sand began to envelop the Dunlending, wrapping around his fingers and shoes, sucking him down into the silt.

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They all heard a low keening whistle echo through the rear of the convoy. It sounded much like the scraping of steel against a whetstone.
 
"Don't give me that shit." Ha'zi said and lifted his hand.

Cardiloc began to float off the sand and into the air. He was levitating by some unknown force driving him in the direction of Ha'zi who was running with a limp. Beneath him the sand began to swirl twist as if something beneath it was emerging.

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"Huh?" Ramdir asked as he returned with a sizable stick and handed it to Galador who braced it underneath Dimitri's left armpit, effectively helping him stand.

"Anyone else hear it?" Someone yelled from ahead.
"Was that you, Pretin?"
 
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