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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Grimnir gains ground on the Wolf as he noticed the man, he rolls to the other side of the wolf, to chop off it's head and also regain a key position to see if the man is suicidal enough to charge the Crimson Dwarf, perhaps he was a friend, perhaps, he was a foe..
 
"Ah Durin... why Thoruk asks himself after he stood ip again just to see what was approaching. "Not another one" Thoruk mumbles as he was already close to the dead seamonster cutting out some of its hard teeths to make arrows with them.
 
"CEASE!" The man speaks. His voice loud, commanding and determined.
"You do not understand the powers you fight." He pointed his blade towards the immobilized wolf. Grimnir has the chance to either listen to him or cut off the wolf's head. What would he do? What would the others do? Would they continue to butcher it or listen to this stranger?
 
Cardiloc gazed in horror as the creature sucked him in, and almost bit him in half, throwing him angrily out of his mouth. His eyes settled down on his torso and terrified he places his hands down there. They came back caked with fresh blood. Then, suddenly, a wolf pounced on the sea monster and raked its claws upon the under belly. It fell to the ground dead, Cardiloc some feet away now experiencing blinding pain. "H-Help! Somebody help me!" He cried out in pain a fair tears falling down his face, before realising there would be no help for him. Margoz arrived and Cardiloc smiled to him wiping away the tears, "I should've roared but I still helped kill the beast didn't I , I-I go now to my ancestors," Quietly he said a prayer to Wulf and his own gods, then muttered "I have honoured you old man, by, by taking down that beast." He lay there waiting for death to take him, just a boy but he had proven himself a worthy warrior. He would never leave this island. Never return home to Dunland, to his family, to home...
 
"Why all of you listen to him and not to me" Iver mumbled to himself. before getting up. "We are completly sorry sir... We did not know that this wolf is your and we didnt even know that you exist. So how about we all calm down and you tell us more about you, the island and the wolf"
 
Margoz burst into tears while shaking Cardiloc, "No no no! Cardiloc! You have promised me I would see you roar! Where the fuck is that promise? Please, stay awake!"
 
"It's way to hard to cut through the flesh with this spear although it's dead" Thoruk thinks before hearin the mans voice and as he does he looks towards his direction with the broken spear in hand.
 
Grimnir stands ready to behead the wolf, as he makes sure to not be in a dangerous position he takes a few steps back from the beast. "Give me one reason, why this thing should live. For Durin, it's after the youngling." he points at Ha'zi. "And let me tell you this, I am ENRAGED BEYOND RECKONING!!" Grimnir shouts as his teeth are crunshing against each other.
 
Sigeric listened to the intruder. He didn't even bother to aim at him with his longbow. If he were stupid enough to attack a group as large as this, he couldn't be that much of a threat. He walked forward to meet the man, with a posture that suggested authority. "Do explain to us, if you wish to avoid further misunderstandings. If we had done things the way I planned, we might have avoided this mess, though I doubt you care about such technicalities right now."
 
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Every breath was now a struggle for the Dunlending, he looked up at Margoz "B-bring me the spear, my spear," He pleaded to Margoz.
 
Margoz would try to grab Cardiloc's spear and come back to Cardiloc, "here, my friend."
 
Cardiloc took the spear, and clasped it in both hands over his chest. He looked up at Margoz and was about to say something.
 
Radaa ran over to Cardiloc as he lay dying, "Naw, Card. Stay up. We can fix you like we did for Dim. Stay up." He stood next to Margoz, cradling the dying Dunlending. Cardiloc would not survive this. Everything that had been done to him from being captured whilst hunting to being tortured on the ship to Dimitri smashing his kneecap to Iver bullying him to this? Why did it have to happen to him? He did not deserve this? Why him?

The stranger spoke, pointing his blade at Cardiloc's body, "If you wish to save your dying friend, then you will put your weapons down and let me explain. Do you choose vengeance or a chance to keep Cardiloc, alive. Answer, Grombrindal." His voice was calmer, blunt and serious as he said his piece with a straight dead-set face.

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Ha'zi remembered. He remembered it now. Some of it, anyway.

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"I'm sorry-"
"I don't want to do this but I must-"
"For the sake of you, for the sake of-"
"You must do this to use the power of the karoltai, watch me closely-"
"You won't remember this now but eventually it'll come back to you-"
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The voice of that man, that dreadful man came back to him. He saw bits of it. Pieces. Like a puzzle.

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The man slicing his finger open with that knife, then showing him the wound healing, his finger growing back. Then slicing his neck with the knife and holding Ha'zi's hand. All the while Ha'zi struggled, oblivious to what was happening. He saw the mark on the man, the tattoo, two crossed swords form on his chest. He felt it burn into his skin and an unnatural power fall upon him. Then it all went dark.

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Ha'zi awoke beneath a leaf as he heard commotion going on around him. What had he just seen?
 
Iver drop his sword if he still hold it "patch em up and you have my word that niether you nor your..... wolf? will die today" He said.
 
Without a word, Sigeric dropped his longbow to the ground. Too much blood had been shed today for the most idiotic of reasons. If taking the risk of dropping their weapons was the price they had to pay to reverse any amount of this damage, it was worth it.
"Do you have a name, sir?" He asked the interloper.
 
Margoz would drop Iver's spear, "I never wanted any of this," he cried, "Tell me, why are you doing this?"
 
"My only weapon is already on the ground," says Daugo from his tree. He's uneasy, but what can be done?
 
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