Cardiloc tried to spit out the sock, this was really embarassing. Why was Ha’zi doing nothing???
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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He was pleased by this, formally, of course, but also had a small smile that his gaze actually held some power among the populace. Nevertheless, he kept a sideways look out in case some grew a little too curious about their cargo, or if any of the Protos were to possibly appear.
Cardiloc looked over at Ha’zi, while he could not speak, his eyes flared at the Haradrim who had confined him to be forcibly shut up by a sock. But more importantly than that, he was lying.
Ha'zi caught this motion, and momentarily mouthed to the Dunlending, 'You did this to yourself', then turned back to facing forward. He considered the notion of removing the dreaded sock, just for even a second, but thought better of it. More of a punishment if he actually felt it for longer.
Cardiloc fumed, he looked down and brooded.
"What the fuck do ye think you're doing ye miserable fool?" He would say chuckling after realizing how weak of a punch he just threw at him.
"What was that for?"
"What was that for?"
"Oh, well, thanks for doing the work I suppose" Thoruk would say, looking at Yellena as she stomps of with the elk, then following her after a few seconds. He was still quite catched by the bear-form, yet he walked next to her all the way, without speaking another word. "Enaugh was spoken" he thinks as he walks side by side back to the village. "Hopefully Iver is back, can't search for that bugger aswell." he'd mutter.
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"What are they doing here. This is my city." Tamara would think, slowly creeping along the walls of the nearest houses to follow them. She would stand still as she looks through a crack between two houses. "The tree..." is all she'd get out, glancing at them for a second, then moving on, staying in the shadows.
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"What are they doing here. This is my city." Tamara would think, slowly creeping along the walls of the nearest houses to follow them. She would stand still as she looks through a crack between two houses. "The tree..." is all she'd get out, glancing at them for a second, then moving on, staying in the shadows.
"mind explaining who are those people? Where we are? What the hell is happening?" Iver asked Orome.
Sigeric was overwhelmed by Glorfindel's emotions, echoing within his mind. He could hardly tell where the Elf's feelings ended and his own began. This power that he had was no longer a blessing. It was a curse. And it was his doom to bear it. As names both familiar and strange reverberated within him and Glorfindel, Sigeric was shaken to the core. Mountains of corpses, and the Valar... ...they were beautiful yet terrible, beings whose forms were never meant to be gazed upon by human eyes. How could monsters like this be allowed to rule over our world? In that moment, it was clear to Sigeric that Morgoth was not at all unique among the Ainur.
As Glorfindel was drowned by the corpses of their comrades, Sigeric saw the corpses around him take forms unique to his own eyes, as the never-ending list of names in his mind began to change as well. Yuri. Dean. Berra. Margoz. King Bard. Erland. Celeborn. Marco. Countless others. All people whom he had either outlived or failed. But there was one missing. Within his horrific vision, Sigeric turned, and beheld the pale corpse of his elder brother Sigurd before him. Above him stood his father, Sigmund, staring judgmentally with icy blue eyes that matched his own. Sigeric knew that this was his father, and yet his face was somehow unfamiliar. He opened his mouth, unable to utter a sound, as the dead drowned him as they had Glorfindel, the Elf's words echoing throughout the encroaching darkness. It was a lie.
Sigeric snapped back to reality with a shiver. Glorfindel's body lay across the horse next to him. Was that real, or simply in his head? He knew that the answer was likely both. Throughout the rest of the journey to Minas Tirith, he contemplated both the vision and Glorfindel's words. What had stuck with him most was when the Elf had said that he had outlived everyone whom he had loved. Ever since Sigeric had obtained his powers, he had known that he would have a similar fate. There was a reason why he was always so cold and distant. He wasn't human anymore. He had forced himself to avoid forming bonds and attachments, for he knew that one day, he would be the only one remaining, with the exception of the other Karoltai. That is, if any of them survived the coming storm, himself included. Glorfindel was right, after all. They had all lost, and they did not even know what they were fighting for. It was all so futile, was it not? He had been cursed with knowledge of the coming cataclysm, and yet he felt as though even decrypting it was beyond his abilities, let alone preventing it. He needed more of that knowledge, no matter how much it might burden him. And he would find it. Cardiloc had to know something; he would start there. He rode on in silence, with a heavy heart.
As the company rode through the city streets, Sigeric listened in on the bickering between Cardiloc and Ha'zi. Even after spending eleven months apart, it seemed that their relationship had not changed a bit. As amusing as it was, Sigeric was rather annoyed by the fact that the Gondorians had insisted on binding and gagging Cardiloc, as if doing so would actually help them in the event that he were to transform. Sigeric glanced around at the soldiers lining the streets. More of this so-called General Belzegar's men, judging by their uniforms. To say that he did not trust them would be quite the understatement. He turned towards Rambo, still riding nearby. "Watch Glorfindel for me while I ride ahead. If you see anything suspicious, get my attention in whatever way seems best to you." Sigeric moved forward in the formation, towards Cardiloc and Ha'zi, who would notice him approaching.
As Glorfindel was drowned by the corpses of their comrades, Sigeric saw the corpses around him take forms unique to his own eyes, as the never-ending list of names in his mind began to change as well. Yuri. Dean. Berra. Margoz. King Bard. Erland. Celeborn. Marco. Countless others. All people whom he had either outlived or failed. But there was one missing. Within his horrific vision, Sigeric turned, and beheld the pale corpse of his elder brother Sigurd before him. Above him stood his father, Sigmund, staring judgmentally with icy blue eyes that matched his own. Sigeric knew that this was his father, and yet his face was somehow unfamiliar. He opened his mouth, unable to utter a sound, as the dead drowned him as they had Glorfindel, the Elf's words echoing throughout the encroaching darkness. It was a lie.
Sigeric snapped back to reality with a shiver. Glorfindel's body lay across the horse next to him. Was that real, or simply in his head? He knew that the answer was likely both. Throughout the rest of the journey to Minas Tirith, he contemplated both the vision and Glorfindel's words. What had stuck with him most was when the Elf had said that he had outlived everyone whom he had loved. Ever since Sigeric had obtained his powers, he had known that he would have a similar fate. There was a reason why he was always so cold and distant. He wasn't human anymore. He had forced himself to avoid forming bonds and attachments, for he knew that one day, he would be the only one remaining, with the exception of the other Karoltai. That is, if any of them survived the coming storm, himself included. Glorfindel was right, after all. They had all lost, and they did not even know what they were fighting for. It was all so futile, was it not? He had been cursed with knowledge of the coming cataclysm, and yet he felt as though even decrypting it was beyond his abilities, let alone preventing it. He needed more of that knowledge, no matter how much it might burden him. And he would find it. Cardiloc had to know something; he would start there. He rode on in silence, with a heavy heart.
As the company rode through the city streets, Sigeric listened in on the bickering between Cardiloc and Ha'zi. Even after spending eleven months apart, it seemed that their relationship had not changed a bit. As amusing as it was, Sigeric was rather annoyed by the fact that the Gondorians had insisted on binding and gagging Cardiloc, as if doing so would actually help them in the event that he were to transform. Sigeric glanced around at the soldiers lining the streets. More of this so-called General Belzegar's men, judging by their uniforms. To say that he did not trust them would be quite the understatement. He turned towards Rambo, still riding nearby. "Watch Glorfindel for me while I ride ahead. If you see anything suspicious, get my attention in whatever way seems best to you." Sigeric moved forward in the formation, towards Cardiloc and Ha'zi, who would notice him approaching.
Since Ha'zi was being particularly wary, he obviously noticed the approaching Sigeric. Or maybe it was perhaps he felt so in tune with the shifter due to their mental bond that gave him away so quickly... Either way, he noticed the Dalishman. "What do you have to say, Sigeric? Something for our friend here?" He asked, gesturing towards the bound Card.
"I'm more curious about what he had to say. I could not help but overhear your conversation, seeing as I had nothing better to do." His voice was nonchalant, but his eyes told a different story. "Don't worry, Cardiloc. You may think that you have no way to prove any of your claims. If you are telling the truth, however, I will know." Sigeric recalled that the Dunlending was not yet aware of his psychic abilities. He contemplated telling him right then and there, but decided against it. He didn't want anyone besides Ha'zi to overhear. "I'll remove this sock from your mouth, but you must swear to keep your voice down." he said, removing the obnoxious piece of fabric.
Ha'zi started to explain, his eyes closed for but a moment. “Well, he kept talking again and again about seeing the king, and some message that's going to be vital for Middle Earth. Which is ridiculous, as you can see through the results in front of you.” He then blinked, realizing what Sigeric came to do. “Sig, what are you doing?!” The Haradrim hissed.
"I suppose you're right." Sigeric said, keeping his voice low. "I apologize. I have been... ...distracted, of late." He did not elaborate. "In any case, it is crucial that this conversation happens sooner rather than later." He changed the subject. "Have they told you where we're going?"
Cardiloc gave Sigeric a nod of thanks, but he still kept his head down. He was aware of Sigeric’s abilties, after all a certain haradrims future self had told him. “As I told Ha’zi, I can reveal the truth to you before the others.” He said quiettly. “It’s hard to swallow, but I could use your help.” Cardiloc explained.
Dimitri clawed two away and was even able to crunch down on one of their head's but there were far too many and his vision went dark as they gouged out his eyes. The next thing he knew, he was ripped out of the dwarf by their talons and tossed into the sky.
Dimitri fell from the heavens.
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"It's not a question of-*hicup*-whether I'm up but if yo-*hicup*-u're down," Ramdir raised the third cup to Daugo and downed it.
Galador was almost smiling.
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"To the Citadel." Vardamir replied.
Someone whistled in the rear. The captain turned back and saw Shin.
"Oi, mate. Sorry 'bout that but we can't be bringin' these bogies up there. Unless you want 'em gettin' froggy." Shin said putting his best accent on to make at least a few men laugh amidst the losses of the day.
"Yeah, our orders are to put the prisoner away," Keratos stated matter-of-factly, raising a thumb to point back at Glorfindel.
Rambo noticed the elf still looked like a vegetable.
Tamara saw there was some discord between the many factions and players involved among this troop. Her eyes fell upon the elf and for a second, Tamara felt a brief sting. She knew this elf. Somehow. Something about him stood out to her. Who was he?
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After nearly half an hour of walking, the bear and Thoruk made it back to fringes of the forest and there the bear dropped off the elk and trudged away from Thoruk, its body began to morph once again, bones shifting and mass altering in an almost horrifically beautiful way. It was natural in some senses as the blood and bones cracked, yet highly supernatural.
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"Um," Arandil found himself staring at a short ginger-haired woman. "I'm so sorry. I just meant to knock on the door but y-you opened it," She backed up slightly, "I-I j-j-just wanted to br-bring you so-some more food." She stuttered in the face of the Gondorian as he chuckled at her.
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"We are in a place far from Arda. A sacred place. Only a few beings in Ea know how to reach this place," The Trickster said. "And we are experiencing....a miracle."
The figure in the window turned around and Iver instantly recognized him. It was Eonwe. He turned just as the female entered the cottage.
"Two souls whose love overcame destiny. Their diverging fates led them astray yet in the end, they returned to one another." He narrated. "There was once a Maiar named Eonwe. Once the most skilled armsman in Valinor. At the beginning of creation, he fell in love with an Ainur known as Arien. She was a fire spirit that dwelled in the gardens of my wife, Vana. They shared a love for the world, for Arda and all its beauty. Yet, they were fated for different paths. Providence would have her become the guardian of the sun and he, cursed to live a life of servitude to Manwe, the Elder King. He committed epoch-like monumental sins. He slew countless innocents. He murdered my daughter. He eradicated entire bloodlines, families, races. All for his Lord. And look at him now, unaware to even a fraction of these sins. Yet, she was aware. She had watched him over the ages as he fought, bled and killed, all whilst Manwe rid him of his memories and guilt. She knew his crimes. Knew his sins."
"But she accepted him." Arien embraced Eonwe. Iver could see both of them endear one another, Eonwe, smiled. It was the first time he ever saw the Maia happy ever since the island.
"Because she loved him. And he returned to her." Suddenly, another smaller figure appeared in the window. A little child running up to Eonwe and Arien. Eonwe dipped down and picked her up, a girl with hair like her father with rays of fiery gold intertwined amidst the tawny locks. "She bore him a child."
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Dimitri fell from the heavens.
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"It's not a question of-*hicup*-whether I'm up but if yo-*hicup*-u're down," Ramdir raised the third cup to Daugo and downed it.
Galador was almost smiling.
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"To the Citadel." Vardamir replied.
Someone whistled in the rear. The captain turned back and saw Shin.
"Oi, mate. Sorry 'bout that but we can't be bringin' these bogies up there. Unless you want 'em gettin' froggy." Shin said putting his best accent on to make at least a few men laugh amidst the losses of the day.
"Yeah, our orders are to put the prisoner away," Keratos stated matter-of-factly, raising a thumb to point back at Glorfindel.
Rambo noticed the elf still looked like a vegetable.
Tamara saw there was some discord between the many factions and players involved among this troop. Her eyes fell upon the elf and for a second, Tamara felt a brief sting. She knew this elf. Somehow. Something about him stood out to her. Who was he?
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After nearly half an hour of walking, the bear and Thoruk made it back to fringes of the forest and there the bear dropped off the elk and trudged away from Thoruk, its body began to morph once again, bones shifting and mass altering in an almost horrifically beautiful way. It was natural in some senses as the blood and bones cracked, yet highly supernatural.
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"Um," Arandil found himself staring at a short ginger-haired woman. "I'm so sorry. I just meant to knock on the door but y-you opened it," She backed up slightly, "I-I j-j-just wanted to br-bring you so-some more food." She stuttered in the face of the Gondorian as he chuckled at her.
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"We are in a place far from Arda. A sacred place. Only a few beings in Ea know how to reach this place," The Trickster said. "And we are experiencing....a miracle."
The figure in the window turned around and Iver instantly recognized him. It was Eonwe. He turned just as the female entered the cottage.
"Two souls whose love overcame destiny. Their diverging fates led them astray yet in the end, they returned to one another." He narrated. "There was once a Maiar named Eonwe. Once the most skilled armsman in Valinor. At the beginning of creation, he fell in love with an Ainur known as Arien. She was a fire spirit that dwelled in the gardens of my wife, Vana. They shared a love for the world, for Arda and all its beauty. Yet, they were fated for different paths. Providence would have her become the guardian of the sun and he, cursed to live a life of servitude to Manwe, the Elder King. He committed epoch-like monumental sins. He slew countless innocents. He murdered my daughter. He eradicated entire bloodlines, families, races. All for his Lord. And look at him now, unaware to even a fraction of these sins. Yet, she was aware. She had watched him over the ages as he fought, bled and killed, all whilst Manwe rid him of his memories and guilt. She knew his crimes. Knew his sins."
"But she accepted him." Arien embraced Eonwe. Iver could see both of them endear one another, Eonwe, smiled. It was the first time he ever saw the Maia happy ever since the island.
"Because she loved him. And he returned to her." Suddenly, another smaller figure appeared in the window. A little child running up to Eonwe and Arien. Eonwe dipped down and picked her up, a girl with hair like her father with rays of fiery gold intertwined amidst the tawny locks. "She bore him a child."
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Daugo tilted his head and barked a laughter as he chugged a third cup. Wiping a little froth from his mouth, he said, "I think a song would go very well with my next pint." He cleared his throat and wobbled from his seat.
Halloy! Halloy! Hey! Have you heard?
The grass and foot got married today!
Why, don't you say, don't you say!
Aye, they fell in love one day in May.
A Day in May? A May Day?
Sounds a bit suspicious, eh?
It doesn't, not at all, nay
They kissed each other right away
One Day in May, a May Day!
By autumn cold in bed they lay;
A truly wonderful display.
And winter came and made things grey,
And still their love did not abate.
To keep 'mselves warm he rubbed her clay
And soon a babe was on its way.
'Twas joyful like of sun a ray
And they have got married today!
The grass and foot got married today!
Why, don't you say, don't you say!
Aye, they fell in love one day in May.
A Day in May? A May Day?
Sounds a bit suspicious, eh?
It doesn't, not at all, nay
They kissed each other right away
One Day in May, a May Day!
By autumn cold in bed they lay;
A truly wonderful display.
And winter came and made things grey,
And still their love did not abate.
To keep 'mselves warm he rubbed her clay
And soon a babe was on its way.
'Twas joyful like of sun a ray
And they have got married today!