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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Cardiloc's words were interrupted by the arrival of Radaa. "That cunt didn't have, his body cut in, half," Cardiloc shook his head to Radaa. "Take my body back to my family, they live by the River Isen, please tell, tell them I died, died making Wulf proud," Cardiloc pleaded with Radaa.
 
Dazed by the memory, Ha'zi is too shocked to care about the events around him. Slowly, with his hand quivering, he lifts up his tonic to check his chest...
 
"I promise, Card." Radaa swore.

When Ha'zi looked down he saw the same mark. The mark of that man. The two crossed swords on his chest, above his heart. What did it mean?
 
Grimnir swings his axe towards the beast only to throw it the last second toward the sand where it stood, unscathed, the perfect potrayal of Grimnir's current state, confused. "How do you know that name, Man of the Brown lands, How do you dare to mutter that word." He says as he chooses to save Cardiloc. This, is a new chapter in his book, Vengeance will come, but it will have to wait.
 
Margoz would look at Cardiloc in tears, "the River Isen is running with my Dorwinion liquor. Shall you arrive, promise me that I shall your voice as I stand by that riverside searching for the peace I will never find," he leaves Cardiloc to rest afterward.
 
"My name," he pauses to glance at Sigeric in an almost robotic fashion, his head turning slowly, "Is Eonwe, Herald of Manwe, and I know everything about you. About all of you." He said, lowering his sword and walking past many of them. He walked over to the motionless wolf and glanced at Grimnir.
"I even know your truest selves. I was sent to guide you. So, watch closely." He paused, readying his blade above the wolf's back then plunged it in and sliced open its hind from nape to rear. He moved down, his hand grasping something inside the wolf and pulled out what looked like a bloodied, unconscious female in a brown gown.

After this, he slung her over his shoulder and carried her over to where Cardiloc lay dying, placed her down next to him and raised his blade.
"You may look away." He said, plunging his blade into her heart.

A series of events transpired after this. Her body jerked, her blue eyes flared, and all went silent as she ceased moving. They began to notice the mark on her upper chest, a black tattoo of a jaw crossed by two claws began to smoke, turning red and burning. Then, Cardiloc, next to her began to move, his body jarring. On his upper chest the same mark began forming, burning into his skin. The Dunlending felt searing pain before falling unconscious again.
His body began to steam. His wounds, all the cuts, his broken kneecap, his serrations all began to heal, the steam molding over them.

"Your friend now has the power of the Wylan Karoltai. Or in your tongue, the Hybrid Giant. He will awake in a couple of hours after he has healed. Until then, pack up your camp and follow me. I will take you back to meet the others. We have food and water as well as medicines for the injured. Bury the dead. You have five minutes exactly. You may choose not to follow, and be left behind to her," he paused to stare at the dead body of the woman, "accomplices. Your time begins now." Eonwe said and walked away from Cardiloc and towards Ha'zi, who was lying in a bush a few meters from them.

((End of the event. Last post for the night. Enjoy.))
 
As Thoruk had widnessed everything closely he once more looked towards the guy named Eonwe before picking up the broken spear again to atleast cut of some teeth from the beast he could later use to make some arrows before asking "So... now we have 2 people that can get gigantic? I don't know if I like that lads.."
 
Margoz would burst into tears before trying to wake Cardiloc up when he's almost recovered, "wake up, you lazy bastard! Do not forget that other promise..."
 
Horrified, Ha'zi would curse in Haradric. He would try desperately to wipe off that disgusting mark, wishing no memory of that foul encounter again. When Eonwe approaches Ha'zi, he stops his wiping and looks up at the Herald with a questioning look.
 
Elodrin would be out of breath and just stood there amazed from the moment he arrived back at the camp. Looking around he would address the group. "I promised you I would get you off this island, and I promised you that for those who sadly died I will give them a traditional burial. I intend to keep that promise even though I have already failed with that man." he'd mostion to the archer (?) who lay unmoving, bitten in half. "I may not know his name but I will say it with the beat of a drum, as the howl on the wind, as the sword on shield. However just as before we cannot longer here. Come and follow." He would say taking lead in the front and if he could next to Eonwe. Eonwe...
 
((I'll admit that I had a slight nerdgasm when you brought up Eonwë))
Daugo slides down his tree, eager to find the safety promised by the man whose name he understood as Yonwey. However, he hangs back a little, not at all pleased at his claims of knowing everything about them all, about him.
 
Sigeric was silent as he contemplated what he had just seen and heard. A herald of Manwe himself? It was almost too incredible to believe. In the five minutes given to them, Sigeric hurried back towards the cabin and quickly recovered what remained of his halberd. It appeared that only the shaft had broken. He was sure that he could repair it eventually. He also reluctantly picked up Elodrin's longsword. Sigeric still blamed Elodrin for the events at the cabin, but only a fool would let good steel go to waste. He would give it back, of course. He was no thief.
 
Elodrin as he stood beside Eonwe would fold his arms watching the rest of the slaves do whatever they wanted during the five minute period. Looking over at the....god... He would attempt to strike up a conversation. "I don't want to appear rude m'lord but I find it highly unlikely that would be here just for us. What bigger plans are being intertwined with our lives?"
 
After Thoruk finished to cut out almost every good tooth he could craft an arrow with, he wrapples up and thinks about taking a bone from this creature to make a sword for himself. After a few moments of silence he looks around at the chaos occured, which seemed familiar to him. "Aye, it's realy not the right time" he says to himself while picking up a few pieces of some clothes they had found at the beach and makes an improvised bag out of them. He puts allmost all the teeths into it, attaches it to his back using a string he cutted out of the net earlier, picks up the broken spear and walks towards Ha'zi and Eonwe while saying "Ey Lad." with a friendly nod towards Ha'zi "Here lad" he says as he hands 3 of the teeths over to the young haradrim boy "May they be of good use to you lad."
 
Grimnir would look at the others and tells them to burn the dead because of Some old folklore About the dead coming back to life. As he follows the man, with his rune Axe in hand. Ready for battle.
 
Eonwe towered above Ha'zi. His figure at a little under 7 feet tall. He bent down, kneeling in front of the boy, and extended his hand. The skin was soft, almost like that of a baby's.
"Ha'zi," he spoke in a deep voice, "I know you do not understand what is happening. That you are lost. Confused. I am here to guide you. I am here to raise you from perdition. Come with me and you will learn everything you wish. You will be the light that guides them off this island," he indicated the others who were behind him with a nod of his head, "You will return to your father."

Elodrin saw that Eonwe was having a private talk with the boy and that it would be rude to interrupt. He could always talk to the Herald afterward.

Around the camp, many of the slaves, most still confused at what they had witnessed, some angered by the loss of their friend, some happy that Cardiloc was alive or so he seemed to be healing, and some outright dumbstruck at the sight of a stranger cloaked in armor now leading them, had taken to gathering what they could.

The body of the dead archer was brought to Sigeric. His upper half carried by Yuri and lower half by another marksmen. "What should we do with Rig, Sigeric?" Asked the one carrying the lower half of the dead man.

Daugo saw that Yonwey was speaking with the Haradrim boy. His shark-tooth knife was near the decaying, steaming pile of the wolf carcass. He could retrieve it but as he watched the stranger he noticed something on Ha'zi. A tattoo like that of Cardiloc's except slightly different. Instead of a jaw crossed by two claws, it seemed to be two blades crossed against each other. Were they the same?

Iver was actually quite wounded. His right foot was bleeding from lacerations after being bitten, his chest hurt from being stamped on and cut, even his head hurt and he felt drowsy. Most of the others had slept whilst he, Thoruk and Marco had ventured off to the beach. It was becoming difficult to stay up for him. He needed to sleep. He noticed Marco, too, was sleeping, resting on the cart. Perhaps he could join him before he passed out?

Thoruk too was feeling sleepy but his dwarf stamina kept him going. He saw Iver looking pale and had taken everything he needed from the Crocolion. He now had 3 teeth to himself, one large one and two smaller. The large one could be fashioned into a spearhead whilst the smaller ones could be used as arrowheads.

Deslan found that the Scorpion would have to be left behind unless his four goons carried it. None of his men had taken any damage in the fight as they had remained close to him and out of the fray. Some had even run when they were needed to net the lizard-creature. He would need to have a talk with them. But now he had to get going to keep up with the group and that guy calling himself Yonwy.

Grimnir was the first amongst them to be ready to leave. Dimitri was also pretty ready unless he had better things to do. Dimitri was actually one of the most well-rested of the fighters and full of energy, though, it seemed like he was better at conserving it than actually using it.

Radaa picked up the sleeping Cardiloc and placed him on the cart. They had two major supply carriers. The rowboat which held the scorpion and the cart. The water barrel had been completely drained at this point and whatever little-salted beef was carried onto the rowboat. The ale had almost been used up as well in cleaning wounds.

Margoz saw that the cart needed someone to pull it. Radaa took one end of the cart and beckoned for him to take the other. Dean and Sam walked past them all, disheartened, and stood behind Elodrin, waiting.

Slaves like Celeste and Freida had gathered near Grimnir, holding some weapons and what little they could carry like tinder and some cotton tarp. The heat was worsening as it was the afternoon and, although the jungle blocked out most of the light, the sun still managed to pierce through and further heat the humid environment. The dead body of the wolf was making it worse as steam oozed out of the flesh, disintegrating the body, leaving behind a skeletal carcass just like the dead giant body on the beach. Sweat clung to all of them like a heavy gauze.

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"Well we better take some of this hide before we leave" Iver said to Thoruk and Margoz and then took a step in the direction of the beast. He planned on cutting it using Margoz's sword but what he didn’t consider was the pain. The lack of rest, pain, wounds and instance activities he had gone through in the last day didn’t affect him, until now. He fell on his face as his right leg collapsed under his weight and his body screamed in agony. He couldn’t talk or move, so he stayed there, unable to get up as his body complained all he had to go through. "Ya, I’ll stay here for a moment". The ground was soft, he felt it earlier when the beast pinned him down. "I’ll close my eyes for just a short moment" He told himself before falling asleep.
Iver's dream
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Daugo has never considered himself as being abnormally bright; sure, he could fool most people between the Shire and Breeland, but that just spoke to their idiocy, not to any particular gift of him. However, as a conman, if he's has one thing going for him for as long as he can remember, it's an ability to make unorthodox but often correct connections between seemingly unrelated thing. That's why he was able to deduce things about his... clients that greatly aided his characterizations.

As far as he could remember, the Hazel boy didn't have any tattoos back on the ship. He can't be sure, but he suspects that it appeared on him right after the whole giant affair at the beach. Allegedly--he had been too short and tired to look from where he'd been lying--the boy and the Lesier man had been destroyed by the giant's rampage. Then another giant had appeared, and from its neck had emerged Hazel, safe and sound. And he had a tattoo.

He thought about the wolf for a second. After Yonwey had sliced it open, a woman had come out. He didn't understand what had happened after that, but now Cardiloc was recovering and had a tattoo.

The tattoo appeared and people were healed from mortal wounds. And there might be a connection between that woman coming out of the wolf's carcass, and Hazel coming out of the giant's.

Perplexed, Daugo stops by Cardiloc while getting his sharktooth dagger back.
 
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