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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Yes. I could understand your dreams. However, that would require for us to halt. And we cannot afford to waste it. When we return, ask me to and I shall." Eonwe says.
 
Ha'zi smiles back warmly at Dimitri.

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"What are the other locations we have to travel to fight the giants? And how big is the island?"
 
Sigeric rode near the front of the column, near Eonwe. After Iver had his question answered, he addressed the Maiar himself. "My lord - Is that how I should address you? I have a question concerning the giants. Once one acquires the power of these beings, can they give it up voluntarily and survive? Immortality is tempting, but I do not know yet whether it is something that I desire."
 
"There are a couple. A cove, the south-western tip of the island, the cave we are approaching. The island is huge in order to hold all eight shifters." Then Eonwe turned to answer Sigeric, "No. I am no Lord. But a servant of Eru. Call me by my name, if you wish to address me as such. The inheritor cannot give up the power of the Giants. It is tied to their fundamental spirit. Once a shifter dies they pass their spirit on to the next inheritor and so on. Their spirit survives on with the inheritor and their mortal body dies. No they cannot give their power up voluntarily and survive. They will die. That is the price to pay for being a Giant Shifter." Eonwe paused. Something was wrong. Then continued on after a brief moment of hesistation. They began to reach an incline, the horses striding up a slope.

In all their minds a voice spoke.

"Why hello there."

No one else seemed to hear it. Not Radaa. Not Marco. Not Eonwe. Only them.

"You're probably wondering who I am. I'm your friendly neighbourhood cosmic entity. Just passing by to see how everything's doing. You fine over there Dimitri? What about you, Sigeric? Iver, those ass discolorations not getting their daily dosage?"

A collective 'what the fack' was in order.

((All characters hear this.))
 
"At least I know when to use it." He'd say to Sigeric, but not loud enough to interrupt the thoughts of his capabilities... However with his Longsword now in hand he would turn to those who stayed behind. "We cannot delay! You heard what must be done, patrols of six must go both around and inside the cave along with anywhere else you normally patrol. Those of you who know the whistle systems of Gondor keep an ear out incase trouble is spotted. Head to your posts lads!" He would then head to the armory and see if there were any bows and arrows left.
 
Grimnir looks at Polly, as he shows her how true Smiths do their job, he hammers onto the metal, with a force she could only dream to have ever seen, his veins surrounding his arms, his forehead dripping with sweat, his beard as flawless white as it ever so was, swinging into the air with every clanging on the steel.

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Dimitri was not accustomed to hearing voices aside from his own within his head. Nor was he accustomed to them knowing his name. "Manwe beloved, protect us now against the darkness. Tulkas the Venerated, grant us your strength..." Dimitri prayed silently. "Aye, I heard it, boy. Some dark trick." he says.
 
"General Kenobi!"

Sigeric was thinking over what Eonwe had said when his thoughts were interrupted by... ...someone else's thoughts? He looked around for where the voice had come from, quickly drawing his bastard sword. "What is this trickery? Speak your name, if you have one!"
 
Cardiloc had a good breakfast, and he was glad he had sleep to process the past eventful day. He was still overwhelmed by his so called role in saving Area, he didn't want that he just wanted to go home. But the Dunlending was slightly afraid of the power Eonwe could hold, he didn't fully trust him as he never believed in the Maiar or Valar. The greater good needed his help, and he would do his best to do what is right.

Then he had been forced onto a horse like he was a filthy Rohirrim which had certainly ticked him off, the creatures were alien to him. For he had only heard stories of their wicked masters riding them into innocent dunlending villages, pillaging and looting. However this one wasn't native to the fields of Cardolan. So eventually he had learned to trust it, although he still disliked how the saddle chafed his legs and left them raw, the journey was also quite bumpy.

The Dunlending kept close to Radaa, his precious spear on his back. Though he was deaf to any japes the Hillman had as he listened in carefully to what the Maiar was saying. No matter if he didn't trust the Herald, he was wise and the Dunlending had much to learn about his power and how to kill the other giants for their power. He decided to ride up to the Herald before he heard the terrible voic

Cardiloc looked confused as the voice began to speak in his head, he leaned in to Eonwe. "What is this devilry..." He inquired to the Maiar.
 
"Aye, random voices or what?" Thoruk asks as he just ignores everything going on for the moment while thinking of the possibility that his father might still be allive. The faster he kills those giants, the faster he would be able to find out he thinks.
 
There were few arrows. About eleven left in a quiver. Three bows, though. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]

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Polly gasps watching Grimnir flex. "H-how do you make your axe so ha-strong." [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

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"Not a trick. Heh. Or, I supposed you could call it that. A name? Sigeric, you're too kind. Not. Hah. I'm known, more infamously, as the master of tricks. One may even surmise I am a Trickster of sorts." As the others began freaking out Eonwe looked back at them.
"What devilry? What's wrong?"

"Tsk tsk. Don't tell that little soldier about me. Otherwise, I'll make it hurt. This'll be our little secret. Just you all and I! Now, I've gotta ask, how the hell are you lot alive? So much bullshit has been thrown at you that it makes no logical sense for you to be alive. What sort of plot armor do you have? Mithril? Na, just kidding. I do, however, have a serious question. Do you intend to play your roles, boys?"
 
Thoruk, still as bored as he is right now, keeps ignoring everything going on around him and starts to also think about his brother "What if I could find Drogar aswell... we could be together like we where used to be when we still where small dwarves."
 
Sigeric was stunned by the juxtaposition of a malevolent spirit inside his mind speaking in such a grossly informal tone. "Whom do you serve, interloper? What designs do you have concerning us?"
 
He would pick the biggest bow and all of the arrows, and for good measure a spear. Then he would head out and go to the mouth of the cave, seeing if anyone was there.
 
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