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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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Sigeric would cross his arms and look at Ha'zi in the eyes, not saying anything but waiting for him to speak
Ha'zi engages in some standard calming techniques before speaking, as he had a lot to say that had been bottled up for a long time. "So, before I start, let me just tell you a little disclaimer: Should you think that some hateful Gondorian or elf happened to slip a drug into my food or drink, or that I happened to obtain whatever mental disease Iver seems to have, just bear with me."
From there, the Haradrim starts to recount; starting at the beginning- or at least what he thought it was. "Once upon a time- that time being relatively recently- a certain Trickster happened to visit me in my dreams, along with... well... let's just say a foreboding figure offering an ominous vision involving Minas Tirith and a catastrophic event due to a towering, flaming giant. Anyways, that specific individual I mentioned happened to be frantically pushing me to achieve something in what plainly seemed to be an illusion of the mansion we were trapped in a while back, wanting me to find a certain thing. Since he was incredibly vague and time was not entirely there, I found nothing." He ends this segment of his tale, leaving out the details of the family portraits and the painting he had physically possessed; also giving him and Sigeric time to let that all sink in.
"Following along easily enough?" Ha'zi dully asks. "I could make it slower for you or more standard if even this is too hard for you to process."
From there, the Haradrim starts to recount; starting at the beginning- or at least what he thought it was. "Once upon a time- that time being relatively recently- a certain Trickster happened to visit me in my dreams, along with... well... let's just say a foreboding figure offering an ominous vision involving Minas Tirith and a catastrophic event due to a towering, flaming giant. Anyways, that specific individual I mentioned happened to be frantically pushing me to achieve something in what plainly seemed to be an illusion of the mansion we were trapped in a while back, wanting me to find a certain thing. Since he was incredibly vague and time was not entirely there, I found nothing." He ends this segment of his tale, leaving out the details of the family portraits and the painting he had physically possessed; also giving him and Sigeric time to let that all sink in.
"Following along easily enough?" Ha'zi dully asks. "I could make it slower for you or more standard if even this is too hard for you to process."
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Sigeric would nod, he knew the Trickster just as well as any of the other Karolti, hell, it may even be that Orome Valar. But he wouldn't say anything, the boy had the right to speak and Sigeric wouldn't interrupt. "Go on."
“Ha’zi I’m the hunter!” Cardiloc complained after the Haradrim, though he supposed he didn’t have the strength to hunt anyway. The Dunlending looked around for some wood.
"Wha-, wait, nononononono" Iver said as he realized how it soumded. "He is back in 1 piece, he is resting in the infirmary" he finished.
Cardiloc found the wood and after three hours, Ha'zi returned dragging some sort of wild boar. It was humungous and he was struggling to pull it along, having made a makeshift shed to heave it.
"Help me skin this. I'll start the fire." Ha'zi clicked his fingertips and a small flame appeared, dancing atop his index.
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"Oh, my boy. Do come in, we're having tea. Mister...?" She asked, leaning her head in almost as if she missed his name the first time.
The gardener opened the gate to allow Iver onto the property.
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"Doggo?" The boy giggled, "Yawr nawt a dawg ar ya? Frowdow? Ain't dat de gud won?"
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Glorfindel did not glance back.
"They reside in the nape of the neck when as Giants. Do not cut them physically or allow themselves to do so, that is the trigger for their Giantization. Attempt to restrict their breathing, perhaps. Take a bag, ropes, grappling hooks and netting equipment. If they Giantize..." He paused, "Flee. I shall be the one to bring them down."
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"Help me skin this. I'll start the fire." Ha'zi clicked his fingertips and a small flame appeared, dancing atop his index.
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"Oh, my boy. Do come in, we're having tea. Mister...?" She asked, leaning her head in almost as if she missed his name the first time.
The gardener opened the gate to allow Iver onto the property.
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"Doggo?" The boy giggled, "Yawr nawt a dawg ar ya? Frowdow? Ain't dat de gud won?"
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Glorfindel did not glance back.
"They reside in the nape of the neck when as Giants. Do not cut them physically or allow themselves to do so, that is the trigger for their Giantization. Attempt to restrict their breathing, perhaps. Take a bag, ropes, grappling hooks and netting equipment. If they Giantize..." He paused, "Flee. I shall be the one to bring them down."
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After looking back at the temple for a few seconds Thoruk looks at Arandil. "By Durins beard, this city... you have to walk up and down so many levels just to find something. Erebor isn't designed that badly." he thinks. "Arandil, I better hope we will be welcome in the blacksmith, otherwise I'll turn my back towards minas tirith and move north. No matter that your king said I'd need to stay longer, this is no place for a dwarf." Thoruk says, hoping they sould reach the blacksmith soon.
"The name is Iver" He said as he walked in and added "thanks for the invitation".
“Wulf almighty, you slew that.” Cardiloc gawked, a hint of envy in his voice, he had never slain something that large. The dunlending grinned when asked to skin the boar. “Your asking the hunter.” He japed, going to look for a stone, once he found one The dunlending took one of the sticks close to the outskirts of the fire and fashioned a mini knife with it, he then bent down to help the haradrim skin the boar.
They skinned the boar together and Ha'zi lit a fire. It grew to sizeable measure before they began to cook portions of the beast. Cardiloc kept the hide and skin of the boar, though it was quite bloody, it could be washed and worn. He remembered how his father wore a bear's hide as a coat of honor. Yet...the kill wasn't truly his. It was Ha'zi's.
The Haradrim was silent as he cooked sliced chunks of the creature. His ebony eyes shone in the firelight, gazing back at Cardiloc's ocassionally. There was so much animosity between them. So much that had to be said. That was unsaid. That could not be said. Too much.
"We'll leave this place on the morrow. I need you to use your ability tomorrow morning."
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Arandil merely acknowledged Thoruk with a, "Yeah," and led him to the best blacksmith in Minas Tirith that he knew of. After a half, an hour of trekking up to the fifth level Thoruk and he slipped into one of the more middle-sized residences which were guarded but they still entered regardless. There Thoruk found a mighty forge smoldering with a couple tentative smiths working the bellows. Smoke filtered through chimneys and torches illuminated the gleam of steel and chain plates of mail that adorned statues across the hall. One of the men raised an eyebrow at the two of them and asked, his voice barely audible over the clanking and clanging of metal, "How can I help ya?"
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Lady Eldrith led Iver and seated him inside the house. It was a mansion that could rival Erland's and it was cleaner than anything Iver had ever seen. Not a spec of dust on any of the countertops or tables. Soon tea was brought to him and he noticed Ela sitting over by another table, eyeing Iver curiously. She waved at him, her tiny arms almost as gentle as glass in the air.
"How is Marco? Is he alright? What happened in that dreadful place? I thought the war was over?" Lady Eldrith came by, asking a million questions at once and sat herself down across the table from Iver whilst raising the cup of camomile tea to her lips.
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The boy continued to giggle hysterically, doubling down on the floor. "Yo-yora fannnny wun!" He chuckled.
"Oma! Oma!!" Someone cried out a name above the hubbub of the crowd and a woman, who could be no older than five and twenty years ran over to the boy and snatched his head. "Oma! Why do you always wonder off?!"
"Bu-but Muma, dis wun is fanny!" He cried in protest as his mother snatched him up in her arms and looked at Daugo. "Please sir, forgive my son for his behavior."
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The Haradrim was silent as he cooked sliced chunks of the creature. His ebony eyes shone in the firelight, gazing back at Cardiloc's ocassionally. There was so much animosity between them. So much that had to be said. That was unsaid. That could not be said. Too much.
"We'll leave this place on the morrow. I need you to use your ability tomorrow morning."
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Arandil merely acknowledged Thoruk with a, "Yeah," and led him to the best blacksmith in Minas Tirith that he knew of. After a half, an hour of trekking up to the fifth level Thoruk and he slipped into one of the more middle-sized residences which were guarded but they still entered regardless. There Thoruk found a mighty forge smoldering with a couple tentative smiths working the bellows. Smoke filtered through chimneys and torches illuminated the gleam of steel and chain plates of mail that adorned statues across the hall. One of the men raised an eyebrow at the two of them and asked, his voice barely audible over the clanking and clanging of metal, "How can I help ya?"
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Lady Eldrith led Iver and seated him inside the house. It was a mansion that could rival Erland's and it was cleaner than anything Iver had ever seen. Not a spec of dust on any of the countertops or tables. Soon tea was brought to him and he noticed Ela sitting over by another table, eyeing Iver curiously. She waved at him, her tiny arms almost as gentle as glass in the air.
"How is Marco? Is he alright? What happened in that dreadful place? I thought the war was over?" Lady Eldrith came by, asking a million questions at once and sat herself down across the table from Iver whilst raising the cup of camomile tea to her lips.
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The boy continued to giggle hysterically, doubling down on the floor. "Yo-yora fannnny wun!" He chuckled.
"Oma! Oma!!" Someone cried out a name above the hubbub of the crowd and a woman, who could be no older than five and twenty years ran over to the boy and snatched his head. "Oma! Why do you always wonder off?!"
"Bu-but Muma, dis wun is fanny!" He cried in protest as his mother snatched him up in her arms and looked at Daugo. "Please sir, forgive my son for his behavior."
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Cardiloc bit into the boar hungrily, tearing off pieces of meat, he was starving after all that had occurred today. “Mhm.” He nodded to the Haradrim. “So.” He said between mouthfuls of meat. “Are we in Middle Earth?” He asked. “And how do we get out of here, do I just picture where I want to go?”
Iver waved back with 3 fingers to Ela before Marco's mom started bombarding him with questions.
"Marco is well and in one piece" Iver stated before thinking about the last time he had a family reunion, and how he got his sister to freak out and kick him out of her house. What if Marco didn't want his mother to know about all the shit that has happened in mordor? "And for the rest i believe he is more suitable to tell you about what happened to him. How about we will go and see him first thing tomorrow morning?" he suggested.
"Marco is well and in one piece" Iver stated before thinking about the last time he had a family reunion, and how he got his sister to freak out and kick him out of her house. What if Marco didn't want his mother to know about all the shit that has happened in mordor? "And for the rest i believe he is more suitable to tell you about what happened to him. How about we will go and see him first thing tomorrow morning?" he suggested.
"Nowhere near a dwarven blacksmith but it'll do just fine." Thoruk thinks aproaching the smith. "Aye lad, i'd need to get this axe sharpened. How long will it take ya to do so?" he asks showing the axe to the smith. "And bout payment lad, I am a Karoltai. You might've heard from us as monsters, but I hope you'll be able to help one of us prepare to protect your land good man. It'll be in your favor too." Thoruk says trying to convince the smith, not on for a long discussion. "If that guy's also as crazy as that waiter I'll just leave this city, there's nothing to stop me from traveling back to my homeland" Thoruk thinks, waiting for the man's answer.
Ha'zi ate quite a lot as well. They wasted as little as they could. "You tell me. You're the one who imagined this place?" He paused to finish his food. "You need to connect to your power. Access it. We all figured it out. Just do what you did last time. You can connect by passion, emotion. That's the easiest way. Emotions. I got mine from anger. Aranel got hers from love. I think your fury drove you. Get riled up again and think of the place you want to go. Focus on it and we'll go there. But you have to be touching me. Otherwise, you'll leave me in," he looked at the dark woods, "Wherever and whenever the fuck this is."
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"Sure. Do you need anything else, Mister Iver?" Lady Eldrith asked him politely. Ela interrupted, "You were with my brother. Where is Cardiloc?" She called over to Iver from her tablespot.
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"The fuck is a Carol-tie?" The smith asked before Arandil stepped in.
"We're friends of the King. Fix the dwarf's axe and I'll owe you a favor."
"How do I collect on it?"
"What do you want?"
"To leave this shitty forge and be placed under the King's personal smith for an apprenticeship."
"Done. You'll hear from the Citadel soon." And with that, the axe was given and Thoruk and Arandil left. The man said it would be done by tomorrow afternoon. With that, the two needed to find suitable lodging to sleep. Arandil usually slept in the barracks on the second level with the majority of the Minas Tirith garrison. But where would Thoruk go?
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"Sure. Do you need anything else, Mister Iver?" Lady Eldrith asked him politely. Ela interrupted, "You were with my brother. Where is Cardiloc?" She called over to Iver from her tablespot.
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"The fuck is a Carol-tie?" The smith asked before Arandil stepped in.
"We're friends of the King. Fix the dwarf's axe and I'll owe you a favor."
"How do I collect on it?"
"What do you want?"
"To leave this shitty forge and be placed under the King's personal smith for an apprenticeship."
"Done. You'll hear from the Citadel soon." And with that, the axe was given and Thoruk and Arandil left. The man said it would be done by tomorrow afternoon. With that, the two needed to find suitable lodging to sleep. Arandil usually slept in the barracks on the second level with the majority of the Minas Tirith garrison. But where would Thoruk go?
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“But I didn’t imagine this place, I’ve never been here before...” Card shook his head, something was up, if neither Ha’zi nor he had brought them here; who had.
“I need to ask you something though,” Card turned to Ha’zi. “The silmaril, I don’t care where it is, I just want to know what’s so special about it? All I know is that it turns men crazy.” The dunlending pondered, stoking the fire a little.
“I need to ask you something though,” Card turned to Ha’zi. “The silmaril, I don’t care where it is, I just want to know what’s so special about it? All I know is that it turns men crazy.” The dunlending pondered, stoking the fire a little.
"I could really use a place to sleep and a bath to clean mysel-" He said before he got interrupted by Ela. "Yup, was with your brother but i don't know where he is, he decided to leave our group on our way back. I wouldn't get worried about him though, he is a grown man and can take care of himself very well. In fact, i bet he is skinning something right now like the hunter he is" he told the girl while his thoughts suddenly took a sharp turn.
What the fuck did happened to card? How were there two Hazi? Where did they go? Is card even alive? What does Hazi, that little brat know about that?
What the fuck did happened to card? How were there two Hazi? Where did they go? Is card even alive? What does Hazi, that little brat know about that?
Ha'zi stared into the fire.
"Sometimes...if you're panicked. Your imagination isn't in control. It's actually something to do with your mind, I guess. It sees a place that seems comfortable. I think you might've imagined hunting and it brought us here. It doesn't have to be specific. I could think of Harad and end up in a desert in Rhun. Even though I wanted to visit the jungle. That's why you really have to concentrate. Otherwise, you might just end up killing yourself by dropping into Mount Doom or some other shit."
He laughed a bit before resuming his placid stolid face. "The silmaril...well the one I obtained from you, anyways...it has power. Significant power. It can imbue its wielder with enough power to allow it to kill anything, even a Valar. Though, that's what the Trickster told me before..." He trailed off. "Anyways, it has the ability to make you desire it. That is why so many were drawn to it. It represents your greatest desires. Safety, power, women, beer. Name it. But only the worthy can wield it."
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"Aw. I miss him. When he comes back, tell him I'll be right 'ere waiting for him!" Ela said, staunchly.
"Ela, darling. Bedtime is coming." A woman, some sort of maid, appeared around the corner. "Come," She beckoned and with much respite, the two females left.
Lady Eldrith nodded to Iver. "Anything for a friend of my boy Marco. Come. I'll show you to the guest rooms. They're a bit dirty but I'll have them clean for you in no time."
And with that Iver was led off to a bedroom, managed to shower, have a decent dinner of Gondorian leftovers and slept. Yet his dreams were haunted, as per usual, by those glowering fiery eyes that he had seen in that Obsidian Castle not so long ago.
CAW CAW.
The sound of a crowing rooster woke Iver from that terrible nightmare. His eyes were hazy and his stomach rumbled. Light crept over his bedsheets. It was dawn.
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"Sometimes...if you're panicked. Your imagination isn't in control. It's actually something to do with your mind, I guess. It sees a place that seems comfortable. I think you might've imagined hunting and it brought us here. It doesn't have to be specific. I could think of Harad and end up in a desert in Rhun. Even though I wanted to visit the jungle. That's why you really have to concentrate. Otherwise, you might just end up killing yourself by dropping into Mount Doom or some other shit."
He laughed a bit before resuming his placid stolid face. "The silmaril...well the one I obtained from you, anyways...it has power. Significant power. It can imbue its wielder with enough power to allow it to kill anything, even a Valar. Though, that's what the Trickster told me before..." He trailed off. "Anyways, it has the ability to make you desire it. That is why so many were drawn to it. It represents your greatest desires. Safety, power, women, beer. Name it. But only the worthy can wield it."
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"Aw. I miss him. When he comes back, tell him I'll be right 'ere waiting for him!" Ela said, staunchly.
"Ela, darling. Bedtime is coming." A woman, some sort of maid, appeared around the corner. "Come," She beckoned and with much respite, the two females left.
Lady Eldrith nodded to Iver. "Anything for a friend of my boy Marco. Come. I'll show you to the guest rooms. They're a bit dirty but I'll have them clean for you in no time."
And with that Iver was led off to a bedroom, managed to shower, have a decent dinner of Gondorian leftovers and slept. Yet his dreams were haunted, as per usual, by those glowering fiery eyes that he had seen in that Obsidian Castle not so long ago.
CAW CAW.
The sound of a crowing rooster woke Iver from that terrible nightmare. His eyes were hazy and his stomach rumbled. Light crept over his bedsheets. It was dawn.
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