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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

After hearing about his father, the young dwarf smashes his fist into the ground while thinking about him, not noticing that Eonwe was speaking on. While beeing trapped in his mind he only heared half of the story the man told them but he still heared the major part and the, as it seemed, most important part at the end. "..I'm in" he says "May Durin be my witness, i'll take revenge for my father and all of my brothers by taking down these... creatures of the dark lord." "For all of Durin's kin" he adds while looking towards Grimnir who asked the question he had thought about aswell.
 
"I can't promise a warhammer but a clean shave, indeed." Eonwe answered Dimitri, completely oblivious to the joke.

"The other six are powerful. Each has mastered their power and will defend it at all costs. Deceived by Melkor into loving and worshipping him means they will act to destroy you at every chance they have. Like the Destroyer Giant, they are incredibly chaotic. Most are generally 50 feet in height, however, this varies. For instance, the next giant power we will attempt to recover is the Flying Giant also known as the Winged Giant. It is 20 feet in height. The Hybrid can transform into animals which vary between heights of 10 and 50 feet." He answered Grimnir before being interrupted by Iver.

"The Valar never make a mistake." He said to Iver.

Some of the slaves began to rise. Dean, Sam, Marco, Freida, Yuri and even Celeste. The archers too. Some of the Haradrim remained quiet but one pledged. Deslan crept away in the midst of the talk and disappeared from the group never to be seen of again...

Radaa answered the dazed Cardiloc, "We're at a campfire near a waterfall, Card. That man calling himself Yawey is talking about taking power and whatnot. You're not dead. You're alive, Card. The Yawey man did this thing and that popped up on you." Radaa pointed at the tattoo of the jaws crossed by two claws on Cardiloc's chest. "C'mon let's get you up and warm you near the fire." He helped Cardiloc stand, the Dunlending noticing he could walk, his kneecap being healed.

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Iver sat for a moment in silence and then he smiled, his smile turned into a laugh. "The valar makes no mistakes huh?" He asked the God "well then tell me, why there are wars, why there are plauges, why couldn the Valar just ask the elves to deal with those giants, or at least send us here with a normal boat and not as slaves. Why am i here? I can understand why you brought the dwarves, Dim, Cardiloc, Sigeric, Deslen, Vlad and such, for they are all soldiers and warriors. But why in the name of the Valar did you me, or daugo or Hazi here? Do you think they deserve any of this? Couldny you send a wizard to gondor and assamble a team of elite soldiers who could actually find interests at slaying servents of Malkor" Iver paused before calming down, im sorry but why dont you send me back to the mainland with a letter to the king or rohan or the elves of mithlond asking for them to come here and help you kill those giants? Wouldnt it be easier if we do it with an army of trained soldiers instead of a group of slaves?"
 
As Sigeric contemplated the Maiar's words, he contemplated the events that had led him to such a crossroads. He was the second son to a declining household, seemingly destined to be forgotten by history. For all of his life, he had sought his own sources of wealth and renown, with only mediocre success. But if what Eönwë said were true, the group's actions could become legend. Sigeric strongly believed in the existence of destiny, especially concerning himself. Others mistook that for delusion. For the three months that he had resided on that wretched boat, he had cursed the ill fortune that had carried him here. Now it seemed that he may have had the greatest luck imaginable.
"Men of Arda," he said, addressing the group. "We have all been called to this island for a purpose most sacred. We are here because we share a destiny worthy of being remembered by the annals of Middle-Earth. The battles ahead will be difficult. Many among us may perish. Live or die, we fight for a purpose greater than any of us. If what he says is true, the fate of Arda lies on our shoulders. Think of all of those who you left behind in Gondor, in Harad, in the North! If you wish for them to live out their lives in happiness and prosperity, then you must follow your destiny and ensure that the Evil that resides on this island remains sealed!"
He turned to Eönwë. "I will follow you. Who else will join me?"
He raised his newly repaired halberd skyward, the steel head seeming to glint with flame in the light of the campfire.
 
"I've taken many oaths in my lifetime. Many oaths...some I've fufilled and some I haven't." He would look at the slave group "I swore an oath to you, that I would bring you back home safe and return you to your homelands even if it means I die doing so. I stand by the Valor, I stand for Arda, I fight for you!"
 
"AYE!" A shout rose up amongst the slaves. All the archers, Haradrim, Gondorians, women, everyone, arose to pledge their allegiance to the cause. The speeches of Sigeric and Elodrin rallying them.

As this went on, Eonwe addressed Iver with cold stare, "I cannot hope to perceive why the Valar would have chosen you. All I can do is see my mission out to its end."

Eonwe turned to the rest of the group and beckoned, "Night is upon us. Put out the fire and we shall journey to the mountain." He pointed through the trees towards the west where a large volcanic mountain rose up into the sky like a sharpened spear. "There are plentiful food and water, so let us make haste." The Maia began to dampen the fire using his boot to kick logs out of the flame. He remained unburned.

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Grimnir looks at the others, and then back at the Maiar, "Most of us have weapons not worthy of being called sticks. Can you do something about this?"
 
Daugo looked around the camp with growing dismay. Everyone except Iver seemed to have abandoned their senses for a chance at becoming legends of some kind. And all right, Sigeric and Elodrin and Dimitri and even Marco might be worthy.

"But I'm just a Hobbit," he says in a small voice. A weak, cowardly, selfish Hobbit, he added in his mind.
((Also everyone forgive my grammar naziness but the singular form of Maiar is Maia xd))
 
As Sigeric prepared to leave with the others, he heard Daugo's protest. He looked down at the Halfling. Why was he here? Sigeric had never asked him about it, and he had received the impression that Daugo would rather not speak of the events that had brought him here.
"Aye, you're only a Hobbit." He said. "And I'm only a Man. Have you ever heard the tale of Bilbo Baggins, the Burglar Hobbit? He's something of a folk hero in Dale. He was part of the reason that my kingdom exists at all. The smallest and meekest of creatures can accomplish great deeds. You must have a part to play in the battles to come, just as I am certain that I do."
 
"I will follow you because you did save my pal, but if you never question your masters how can you know their true intentions? If i were you i would question why did they send you here and then us as slavers and didnt send you to simply pick us up and travel here like a living being and not as cargo" He whispered to the angel before getting up and going to help with the others with the supplies
 
"You will find suitable accomodation in the ancient city." Responded Eonwe, cleaning up the camp and leading them off again.

The Haradrim packed up the cart, unsure of where Deslan disappeared to, and followed in a haste to find shelter and safety before the darkness thickened and whatever was out there found them. Radaa picked up the cart and called over to Thoruk, "Hiy, help me out here with this thing, please." Offering him the other half to carry it.

Eonwe replied to Iver, "I do not question my Lords. I simply do, Vlad. I cannot answer any more of your questions on the Valar. Now make yourself useful and help them." He motioned over to where Radaa was pulling the cart.
 
As the young dwarf realy wanted to ask the Maiar about his father he waits as he sees that the wise dwarf is looking towards Eonwe aswell. "Aye, Grimnir, may I have some bolts?" he asks with a nod towards him. "We're both dwarves after all" he adds before waiting for the answer.
 
When Eonwe ended his speech, Ha'zi helped clean up the camp. Soon after he was done, he approached Eonwe, "Why do you think the..." he tries out the word, "'Valar' chose me? I'm not smart or strong, not brave. I can't even control my 'power'. How am I useful?"
 
Eonwe looked down at Ha'zi. The Maia's face had been the same since he'd arrived. Cold as stone like a robot. Now it shifted slightly. Ha'zi could see some sadness in Eonwe's brown eyes.

"I cannot tell you why you were chosen, Ha'zi. All I know is that you're very important. Do you want me to teach you how to use the power of the Warrior Giant?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]
 
"First, you must hurt yourself. Your body must sustain some damage to transform. The transformation process shall fully heal you. As a Giant you are like the elves, immortal and will not die of any sickness," he glanced back at Elodrin for a brief moment, "You must have a clear goal in mind before you are injured. Otherwise, you will be unable to transform. Be careful not to stab yourself in a vital area as that may send you into a deep sleep. You may involuntarily transform, according to what I've learned, if you are wounded by another person. I would suggest waiting until we are on the mountain to do so. You need to have enough energy to transform. Sometimes shifters can transform multiple times. Others cannot based on their giant abilities requiring too much energy."
 
Ha'zi nods intently as Eonwe explained this process. He takes note of waiting until the mountain to transform in his head. He thinks of another question about his power, when he remembers something. Something that happened the same night of the transferring. He looks towards the others, then back at Eonwe, and whispers, concerned, "You say my father is in Harad... but I saw him here, the same night I met that Keldar. How is that possible?"
 
"That's... a lot to take in Radaa, I thought I died?" Cardiloc breathed out standing up expecting great pain, before noticing his leg has been healed. "How... how long have I been out for?" Cardiloc asked the Hillman, still confused at how his leg had been magically healed. ((This is before Eonwe's speech)
 
"I've heard rumours of Bilbo Baggins," replies Daugo. He's regarded as somewhat of a crazy old fool. You're saying that he actually did do something for this world, besides being born into some gold?"
 
Eonwe remains silent. Ha'zi couldn't tell whether or not he was confused by this or refusing to answer the question. After a minute he responds to the boy, "I do not know, Ha'zi." A troubled tone in his voice. That ended the conversation as Eonwe led them up an inclined slope.

((Bubbled talk))

"Some hours." Radaa said to Cardiloc.

((TIME SKIP))

It would be two more hours before they emerged from the jungle. Ahead of them was a great mountain. The slope was not steep and it took them half an hour to climb upwards, the journey taking a toll on them, especially the Haradrim and cart carriers. Some leeches had attached themselves to Daugo and Sigeric as well as one on Iver's neck. The jungle had been hot and sweltering like a blanket of heat but now they were free of it. The volcanic mountain seemed dormant and the night was cool and windy. They could see the beach from here as well as the jungle, the mountains, the destroyed ships, everything. A huge mountain range lined the south-western part of the islands whilst they were at this lonely mountain in the middle of the island. They sat on its eastern edges upon a sort of plateau.

"We're almost there." The Maia spoke out ahead of them as he led them into a cave. It had a wide opening of 10 feet and could fit them all. It was large on the inside, cavernous and wide but dark and cold. Bat droppings lined the floor along with stalagmites. Eonwe led them through the dark caves for what seemed like ages before they finally emerged into the moonlight. Ahead of them, they could see a beautiful valley and throughout it a ruined ancient city. The city was like a small town in reality but such civilization, such amazing architecture had been missing from their lives for the past months. In the city, there were some fires and lights indicating people were living there.

"Come. Let us meet the others." Eonwe said, leading them down towards the ruins.
 
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