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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Nah, that dumbass is always trying to get attention. Up north, we have a phrase for those kind of people: attention whores." Dimitri says. He quickly says a very quiet prayer to the Valar and keeps walking.
 
Deslan, having made his way to Cardiloc, calmly hit him hard in the head with a pan. He gagged him with a strip of cloth for safety measure, in case his head was too sturdy for his own good.

''Easy way, I cut off his leg and use one of my prosthetics, which will turn out far better than what he'll get by healing. Hard way, we let nature take its course. Your choice?'' Deslan asked to the slaves that had gathered around the injured man.
 
"What the fuck.." Daugo mutters to himself as he catches a glimpse of what's happened. He did not particularly like Cardiloc, but he was still shaken. However, the fact that Dimitri was willing to go to such lengths to ensure their act was not revealed gives him newfound respect for the man, and ideas for his own new identity begin forming in his mind.
--Name can remain Daugo...
--Slave, sort of pet for the slavers...
--holds his companions in contempt...
He takes off his bloody shirt and tosses it to the floor, before cupping his mouth in his hands:
"Master, I beg you, could you help me climb down onto the beach?" he cries out to Dimitri as they are leaving.
 
"Is any of you useless maggots going to help me with to get this guy inboard?" Iver shouted to the slaves who simply stood there staring and talking shit. "Daugo?" he asked as the hobbit shouted at dim [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
"No metal." Were Cardiloc's last words before he passed out again. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/6427581/avatar/small.1500927951.jpeg" name="Riko son of Pdor son of Kmer"]6427581[/user]

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The rest of the trip was in silence with the slaver muttering here and there about how humid it was or how cold the wind was or how brutal Dimitri had been. Eventually they reached the slaver camp and a bunch of the men ran out shouting and whistling, one running up to Dimitri and hugging him like a vice.
"Welcome, brethren. I hope the storm didn't hit as bad." The man said greeting Thoruk and Dimitri.
"Come, come. Report to Cap Kel over there." He motioned them to follow as he led them towards the largest tent on the beach. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]

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Ha'zi witnessed the entire fiasco with Deslan, Iver and Cardiloc arguing over the leg issue but was mostly excluded because bigger men like Radaa and Marco surrounded the unconscious Dunlending. His attention was caught by a quick movement in the corner of his peripheral vision. As he turned to see what it was he caught a fleeting glimpse of his father, staring back at him from the edge of the jungle line. Before he could alert anyone he saw his father beckon him with his hand and disappear into the lush undergrowth. Would Ha'zi take the opportunity to follow? It didn't seem like the other slaves had noticed him or seen his father. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]
 
"I'm not a dwarf of big words lad, you should take the talking part" Thoruks whispers towards his mate as they walk along.
 
The mate smiled back, a grisly amount of yellowed tooth and blackened gums let Dimitri know that he was well appreciated. The man led the three of them: Dimitri, Thoruk (or Ironman) and the slaver emissary to the large tent. He coughed at the doorway. Once. Twice. Then a shout from inside came.
"That's Cap Kel. Go on in." He intoned, holding the entryway to the tent partly open for them to squeeze on through. From inside they could see light wafting through as well as some form of musk, was it saffron? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]
 
Iver take a sail and puts em on the sand and then he puts the crippled man on the sail, "daugo pass me some of that ale" he said while looking at the smashed kneecap. He will need to fix it somehow....
 
As he sees Dimitri walking in he follows him with his toothpick-like axe in hand while thinking "Aye... I have a bad feeling bout this...."
 
Once down and away from that horrid boat--what kind of hobbit spends three months at sea? the tragedy...--Daugo takes another healthy swig from his Chardonnay and passes it to Iver. "Don't drink it all, use a little to clean the leg that's on that wound."
 
"You have Chardonnay ?!" Iver whisppered. "Keep it secret from the others, we will use the ale barrel and keep this for special events. Now go an get me some of the ale" he said as he walk to get some ropes, planks and cloth. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
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