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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Grimnir, wiping his forehead off, looks at Polly. "It's all about the technique of the swings one practices, and the knowledge of density of the metal." He says as he hammers down the newly forged Axe with ancient Dwarven strength. He notions her to come closer and see the technique at what speed, height, and strength he hammers down.

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'Hearing voices? Where? What do you mean, Iver? Why did you address yourself in the third person?" Eonwe asked, turning around on his mount to see them all.

"Tsk. Tsk. Vlad, I'm disappointed. Sorry, not really, but I'm a celestial spirit of my word." A headache like pain came upon them. They couldn't think, see, speak. Everything was impaired. The pain was overwhelming. It was like someone had put a blanket over all their senses.

"Oops. Now, apologize, and I'll be nicer. See, Dimitri, knows what to do. He's praying. Yeah, pray, you subservient runt."

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Polly walks over, edging close to the old dwarf, watching him. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

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A couple of Rhovanion men and Gondorians had lined up at the mouth to the cave.
"Sir!" The Gondorians stood at attention. The Rhovanion men grunted in response. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]
 
Thoruk, seemingly still ignoring everything, suddenly tilts forwards, seemingly not in thoughts anymore without knowing what could go on. Was it cause he had ingnored everything happening around him?
 
Oh, it seared, it burned, it blinded, it defeaned! The pain, the pain, make it stop!

NO. The pain is your enemy. It is your ally. Mold it into a weapon. Cut through.

It insulted you. It calls you a runt. You are no runt. You are Dimitri. You will only ever be Dimitri. No more, nothing left. Fight back.

There were three voices in his head. A panicking one that desired peace, the one that inflicted the pain, and the third, harsh one. Dimitri listened to that harsh one, for it spoke the truth. Resistance was the best path to victory. Do not submit. No retreat. No surrender. He pushed back and thought, 'No retreat. No surrender. Back to your pit, worm!' The harsh, cruel voice roared its laughter as Dimitri established a mental fortress, where he was immune to the lies darkness spoke.
 
The Dwarf finally finished the Axe, as he holds it up in the echoing winds of the sky, on the embracement of the hot sun, it blinks, like a sprinkling star, in the deep dark, abyss. "This, is how you forge a master weapon, Laddie." he says to Polly, as he goes to test the throwings of the Axe he just forged.

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Cardiloc looked over at Dimitri, and muttered a prayer. He turned back to the Maiar. "There's someone else here..." He called over to Eonwe. Before the pain took him, he clutched at his head in terror praying furiously in his head.
 
"IMP!? You've not even seen me? I ain't short, boy! Want to play tough, fine, then, we can both play tough!" The voice was seriously angered now.

A split second later Marco dropped from his horse. His body spasming and blood erupting out of his throat.

"WORM?! WHY I OUTTA, DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM, UNGRATEFUL-"

Eonwe dismounted his horse and raised his blade to the sky, "BEGONE, DEVIL!" He shouted stabbing the blade into the earthy soil, a wave of light erupted, passing through all members of the group. They could all see, smell, feel, their motory signals returned. Marco went slack. They began to see each other again and Marco's still body on the ground. The voice was gone.

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"Oh, wow." Polly said loudly. "Is it hot in here?" It was, the entire forge was steaming and the humidity was increasing. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]
 
"No need to call me sir. I may of been a Offic-Captain." He'd correct himself remembering that he retired before officially becoming a Officer of Gondor. He may of held the rank, but he never lead people with it. "But I am your equal now. Which five of you are willing to come with me?" He'd ask the men.
 
Sigeric cringed in pain at the mental onslaught, barely keeping his grip on the sword. He tried to clear his mind and focus his thoughts on unrelated things. His family's manor by the Redwater. His first time visiting the capitol. His campaigns against the Easterlings. And most distinctly of all, the last time he had seen his homeland, riding east as the Lonely Mountain faded in the distance.
 
Four of the Gondorians and one Rhovanion man joined him. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]
 
'Well done, boy. Now, breathe in. Open your eyes. Behold the light. the harsh voice ordered.

Dimitri's eyes shot open. He saw the light of the sun, felt the warm, humid jungle air fill his lungs. He lived. Dimitri got off his horse and rushed over to Marco, checking his vital signs while trying to stop the bleeding.
 
Iver got up. "Well it seems like our little friend is gone he said before looking at marco. "Marco no!" he said and run toward the man.
 
Cardiloc panted after that brief mental onslaught, his eyes darted over to the Maiar. "What was that... thing," He looked terrified, his face was white and glistening with sweat.
 
"I don't know." Was Eonwe's response. He looked troubled. "Whatever it was is gone now. I believe. Let's make haste." He saw Marco and walked over to him, placing the Maia's hand over his temple. There was a flash of light out of Eonwe's palm and Marco's eyes blazed open.

"Uh, what-" Marco gulped a bunch a bunch of his blood down, "What happened?" He asked Dimitri and Iver. Eonwe got up and walked away from them.

"Make haste." He said mounting his horse and moving forward.
 
"You got killed and then brought back to life by gods knocked out by that voice but our friend here healed you. We must go now"
 
Ha'zi  had fallen off his steed when the pain increased. After Eonwe seemingly exorcised the diety, he gasps in raspy breaths and slowly remounts the pony. "W-what was t-that thing?" He says, shaken.
 
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