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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

He would dig his heels into the flanks of his horse, urging it to go faster as the hunting party went out. He had his weapons sheathed and his mind focused on the journey ahead, as he continued on down the path with the others he could see a small form in the road, to big to be a child but not as big as a dwarf, perhaps it's was that Hobbit Karolti? No matter, he wasn't his problem for the meantime.
 
Thoruk, sunken into spectating the people on the streets hears Arandil speak up again. "Hm, jea jea, I like it, it's quite big, yet the system behind everything... I don't realy get it." he says before turning towards the gondorian aswell. "Our citys? Well, they're breathtaking sights for sure. Even for us dwarves who've seen them lots of years. They are between glowing stones, mighty forges and giant statues, made to prais our ancestors. Almost as your city, but in our own special way. You know, it's not that easy to describe that to ya lad. If ya had nothing to do here I could show ya around after this war. Erebor is quite the epic city, especially if you've never been there. And if you don't like it, let Iver and Sigeric tell you stories about their homecity: Dale. We dwarves like those men the most. We trade with them over centuries. Our last king, Dain Ironfoot, died while fighting side by side with the men, protecting Erebor and the whole north... or atleast they say so." Thoruk says, ending his speech although he could talk on for hours about their glorious race and his homeland.
 
"Well, they're up to no good," he thought as he saw the little troupe leave. Then he noticed the gate. "Shit, that looks expensive as fuck," he mumbled, marveling at the craftsmanship briefly before turning away and starting to walk uphill. He figured that, the higher up he went, the more likely it was that an innkeeper would know of and respect the king's wishes towards the Karoltai.
 
Ha'zi was silent, almost distant through Cardiloc's comforting. His tears had disappeared as fast as they had come. At the mention of Beren he glanced up at Card. After the question had been posed, Ha'zi kept quiet for a moment then eased down.

"A mistake. My mistake. He was a...." he seemed to be searching for something, "An apprentice of mine. I failed to protect him and he was taken, defiled and corrupted by the Void. I did not believe him to have survived. But he did. It would have been better should he have died there and then. He somehow crawled out of that dark pit, tainted by it and driven into deranged madness, then began to kill his own."

"He fought us once. It wasn't much of a fight to begin with. He killed Thule and Taras during an ambush and we only escaped because of Dimitri. He managed to fuse himself to Beren." Ha'zi chuckled a bit despite these dreary recounts, "That old bastard turned himself into mithril. But..."

"Beren killed him as well. Another one of my friends, a mentor and father figure in some ways, dead because I was weak. I saw my creation, my apprentice, my b-" he cut himself off for a second, "My failure. I couldn't so much as look it in the eye. I fled like a coward and because of that I am sorry. I even lost Miriel to it. And you." He managed to poke the fire with a stick.

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"Why of course!" Lady Eldrith stated. "We must maintain appearances, Mister Iver. The House of Eldrith may be waning but it is still my House. So long as that is true, it shall not fall into disrepair! Now onwards!" She clapped to the servant driving her wagon whilst the door was held open for Iver to hop in.

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Thoruk and Arandil were approaching the smithery after the long walk that led them to the higher level. They saw a sign that read, 'Available' had been flipped where the guard once stood. No need to sneak in now.

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Daugo found himself wondering up through the familiar fourth gate and passed Marco's family estate. Funny thing. How a Gondorian of such nobility wounded up a slave onboard an Umbarim ship. Thoughts of their adventures sprung to mind and a reminder that their friend was still asleep came to him.

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“Really? You just want me to go on with it; no questions, no reaction, no anything? If that's what you wish…” He takes a moment's pause for recollection then continues.


“The next part of my story picks up in the climax of the Mordor battle, right when Morgoth and Tulkas were dueling. So, as that was happening, a figure appeared… who is… or maybe even was, or perhaps will be depending on his nature… Never mind that thinking; let's just say he's me in the future, a Future Ha'zi. If that wasn't odd enough, he started to manipulate people and objects around the battlefield: freeing Sauron, giving him the sword that resulted in Tulkas being obliterated; taking that one guy who appeared with Eonwë- for some reason; and I think he stole something. After that, he vanished, and we all saw the results.”


“That wasn't the last time I saw him. Another occasion a while after he appeared again, around when Cardiloc went missing. This point in time I don't remember much of, but I think I was actually with a few other people when the guy explained this to us: Apparently, Tulkas originally kills Morgoth, which royally screwed his timeline. Tulkas gives us up to Manwe; the Valar waged with Middle Earth, something rivaling Eru was released; all this seemingly apocalyptic shit went down because of that victory, apparently. All because of Morgoth's death.”


Ha'zi takes a breather, thinks, then speaks. “So, you can imagine the emphasis at this point on how he wants us to prevent that from happening this time around. Also- as a side note- everything I've said so far was because Future Ha'zi instructed me to specifically tell you, and that you'll know what to do… No pressure.” He grins, then one last thought comes to him. “Oh, and the Trickster sends his regards.”
 
Sigeric would blink, future Ha'zi? Timelines? What was the boy talking about? "Ha'zi, what your saying is..." Impossible? No that cannot be right, after all here we are. Giants of Morgoth, who just recently we saw with our own eyes. "This all happened during the battle? And the Trickster, when did you talk to him? Where's Cardiloc now?" He had so many questions, a flow of words came through him but one stuck out. "The Trickster sends his regards?" Suddenly a memory occurred to him, a vision in the future showed to him by the Trickster in his mansion. A giant and Minas Tirith burning. Another flash and he saw the battle, a giant similar to the Behemoth laying waste to the Gondorians, a third and final memory and he saw a man being killed to save a friends life. Sigerics eyes would go wide and he'd look to Ha'zi. "Marco."

Sigeric would utter the world, thousands of emotions boiling through him as he turn tail and started to run to the infirmary, not caring if Ha'zi followed or not. That bastard Trickster. What a smart man he was, and a fool we were for falling into this trap. Destiny had Morgoth die, destiny had Marco survive. Only for destiny to take its toll...
 
They were carted off towards the Houses of Healing and after an hour, their wagon came to a stop and the door was opened.
"We have arrived," The butler said placing a stool before Iver and Lady Eldrith's feet.
"Thank your, Geraldor," Lady Eldrith shoved Iver with force that made him question if she really was a little old hag. "Onwards!" She cried and rushed the maids who pilled forth with dozens of dishes and plates which Iver had yet to see. They carried them into the Houses of Healing and from there, Lady Eldrith announced, "Where is my boy? Where is my Marco!" Almost a question to Iver as much as it was to the nurses who stood in abrupt confusion at the appearance of a horde of servants and a mad woman. Much to Iver's chagrin, there were three men wearing black cloaks ahead near one corner of the infirmary.

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Sigeric found himself dashing through the Citadel gate and forth unto the sixth gate and down to the fifth level where the Houses of Healing became apparent. He saw the doors opened per usual even at this late hour and a couple of those back rangers surrounding the entrance.

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Iver almost fell by the power of that push, "that women should challenge the bloody elf to a fist fight" Iver thought to himself as they entered the infirmary.
Those black cloaked figures, weren't they the brats who work for the king?
Iver walked towards them "we are here to see Marco, in case you didn't notice" he said.
 
"Huh?" One of the men stared at Sigeric.
"What? What about 'im?" One of the others, his black cloak adorned by a swan.

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"Ah. The Leviathan Shifter." One of them chuckled at Iver.

Lady Eldrith raised an eyebrow. "Le-le-levy-levi? What did you say?"

"This way," A black ranger nodded at them, "I remember you," He said to Iver, "Flyer, right? What this crowd you've brought?"

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"What the fuck-" Someone made way as Sigeric ran past.

"Hold up," The black ranger with a swan blocked him as he ran through the Houses of Healing like a madman, screaming and waking up sleeping soldiers and injured men. "What is the problem?"

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"He's Gondorian nobility?" The swan ranger asked as he led them through the infirmary. They eventually reached the beds where half a dozen rangers guarded two figures. Eonwe and Marco.

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"A vision came to me earlier within the year of a giant similar to mine and the others erupting inside of Minas Tirith inside a a fiery explosion. The only two who can do that is Daugo and Marco, but Marcos is uncontrollable if what we saw from the Mordor battlefield is true." Sigeric would quickly explain, moving to go past the ranger
 
”Alright...” Cardiloc nodded to Ha’zi. “You fucked up sure, but we can change that, we’re going to stop your monster.” The dunlending promised the Haradrim, resolute. “Let’s just stop talking about this, huh? I need to know something though, the Silmaril, it can kill Valar but could it kill the monster?”
 
"I'm not sure. It's possible but we don't have anyone who can control it. That's why we need Morgoth. He was the only one. And I promised the Trickster to save him."

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"Mate..." The ranger said, clamping a hand down on Sigeric's shoulder. "He's asleep. And we're protecting him. If he tries anything we know what to do to prevent a transformation. Trust me. We're professional."

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Marco was asleep, as per usual. Same with Eonwe who's chest was heaving.

Lady Eldrith shook Marco, "My boy! Wake up Marco!" She looked at the rangers, "What's wrong with him?"

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"But why is he not waking?" Lady Eldrith slapped her son.

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