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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

There didn't seem to be any amongst the Gondorian section. The men of Rhovanion all seemed in their 30's. There were some young looking guys among the Easterling group, though, they did not appear friendly.

As he was examining them a familiar voice called his name. Or, well, a name he didn't particularly like.

"'Ey, Card! Come over 'ere. We're havin' some boar!" Radaa said. The big man was tearing out a piece of boar leg with his huge molars and sat with a group of Hillmen.

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Cardiloc actually liked Radaa quite a lot, for your information. The Dunlending turned in the direction of Radaa. "Sure," He said simply walking over to Radaa and sitting down with the Hill men.
 
His eyes watering involuntarily, he sighs with relief and says "yes! Thank you so much." He'd never been a great supporter of those wealthy Hobbiton, Buckland and Tookland hobbits' ridiculous diets of more than seven meals a day, but he felt as if he wanted to have all of them and more in this very moment.
 
Ha'zi frantically tried to keep himself afloat, thrashing his legs in the water. He scoured wildly through his thoughts to remember what Eonwe said. Then he remembered- Wait. How is he supposed to transform in the water? Keep drowning? Not wanting to suffer like that, as he is already scared of water enough, tries desperately to punch himself to transform, with a rather simple but important goal in mind to help him transform: Don't drown.
 
After the satisfying stew and rough roasted boar, Daugo found his stomach had tripled. He was incredibly full. Almost to the point of vomiting it all up. Now that he was full all his body needed was a good bed. And he could find many of those open and ready for his exhausted little hobbit body. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]

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He bled as his punches landed. He had injured himself but he couldn't transform. He couldn't do anything. The water crawled up his neck reaching for his chin.

"Don't drown, Ha'zi! Transform!" Keldar called down to him.

He couldn't do anything. He was helpless. What was his goal again? Was it enough that he had broken his nose with his self-harm? What else did he want from him? What was he supposed to do? Why did they want him? Would he ever get to meet his father? What was his role in this grand scheme?"

The water crept past his chin and was nearly entering his mouth. No matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't transform. He was helpless. Unable to save himself. Unable to save everyone. Why him? A useless little boy?

The oceans fell over him, suffocating and drowning Ha'zi.
The boy was unable to do anything as he sunk into the darkness, his body disappearing beneath the waves. And so the dream ended.

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The Dunlending youth had his full of roast boar with Radaa and his friends. Then topped it down with some ale.
"'Ey, Card. Let's get you somewhere to sleep." Radaa said helping the drunken Dunlending towards a little shabby home and into a bed.
"There you go, kiddo. Nighto." Radaa said letting the boy rest and leaving him in the bed. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
Ha'zi bolted up from his sleeping position, gasping and sweating very rapidly. He moved his covers quickly off of him to stop the heat, and dangled his feet off the edge of his bed. "I can't" he muttered "I can't let this happen. Manwe, please help me today...on this mission..." He sits there, trying to calm himself over his dream. He breathes in and out to sooth himself. A memory occurs to him, when he would feel like this during his time in a slave cell. Waking up from nightmares in the middle of the night, of his father beating him, and remembered he would always think happy thoughts, of a time when he and his father were not in debt, when his mother was alive. He tries to use these thoughts again, to help him overcome this stress.
 
No savior came to Ha'zi at this late hour. No help from Manwe. Nothing. He was alone. Where were the Valar? What about Eonwe's promises? These questions plagued him until the eventuality of sleep took him once more and his fears were silenced. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]
 
Daugo wobbles around, looking for somewhere to just plop down and forget about the world for a few precious hours. He checks a few houses to see if they're empty, intent on falling asleep in the first one he finds.

Eventually, he sees Marco on his way home, and asks if there's any room for a Hobbit.
 
After having a bit to eat and checking in with Yuri and the other archers, Sigeric searched for an empty house to sleep in. He needed somewhere quiet to collect his thoughts and plan for what the future might hold.
 
"Yeh, Iver, Thoruk and I got a house nearby." He leads Daugo towards their little rustic house at the edge of the city. Once inside he indicated, "There are tree other rooms. This one has Thoruk and that Iver, I'll be taking this one," he indicates the rooms out before stating, "Pick any of the three ya like." He said, disappearing into his own.  [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]

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Sigeric found an abandoned house near the river. It would do for tonight. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] 
 
Polly lets Grimnir use the smithery to refine his legendary axe. It took some time but eventually, it was done. His axe was as sharp as it could have been. After this he eventually found his way to a homely cabin and his own little bed to sleep in. Grimnir experienced some good, undisturbed rest. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

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Night went and the sun rose. It seemed to happen so fast. Next thing they knew they were all being woken by the sound of a tolling bell.

Victas was cooking eggs, although, definitely not those of a chicken along with some mutton chops. The smell wafted about the camp waking the famished Daugo who's little stomach yearned for more. People had already begun to swarm the campfire.

Illmare and Eonwe waited nearby watching them and discussing something in a strange language.

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Dimitri arose from his slumber and felt his face. It was clean, as if someone had come and shaved off the dirty beard he once had. Yet another one of the Valar's miracles. He offers up a prayer to Tulkas for strength and courage, and goes to join Victas at the campfire. "Victas, right? You're quite a good cook." he says, still savoring the feeling of the warm air on his cleanly shaved face.
 
Daugo nods and walks into Thoruk's room in the quiet way only a hobbit can. Without much ceremony, he lets lady weariness embrace him in exhausted sleep, his body a small bundle in a corner of the chamber.
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Come morning, he invites his roommates to go and "see what only our bellies can see".
 
Iver smelt the eggs and mutton chops and for a moment he forgot that he left the middle eart, he was back with his guards and they were at some tavern probably in Rohan. Ya he remembered now, he was on his way to sell salt in bree and..... Then he opened his eyes and it all hit him once again, the brawl, the slavers, the giant, the maia. He wished he could go back to sleep but he had to go and take a shit, he didnt take one for two days and he knew that he should take it before breakfast. On his way out he noticed that at the night Daugo joined their place. "good morning guys" and after daugo spoke he replied "sorry, i need to empty my stomach before refilling it" and then walked to take a crap before going to eat breakfast.
 
Sigeric stepped out of the abandoned house, breathing in the morning air. For the first time in months, he felt well-rested. He had shaved the beard he had grown in captivity before leaving the house, and trimmed his hair back to its normal length. People would surely take him seriously if he looked somewhat dignified, rather than keeping the appearance of someone who had been on board a slaver ship for three months. He immediately set out for the forge, to retrieve his newly reinforced halberd from Polly, if she had finished with it. If so, he would thank her, inspecting the craftsmanship.
 
Elodrin awoke in the Gondorian district. His head hurt but that may of just been from the excitement. Getting out of bed he would start to head over the campsite to get some food. Unlike the others however he kept his beard and hair the same length, but he did clean it, trim it, and wash it as to not appear all greasy and dirty.
 
"Aye, good morning" the stubborn dwarf says as he sits up. "Oh Daugo" he says while getting up "so you joined us here?" "Hope you slept good aswell." he adds as he looks towards the hobbit. "I'm in for sure" he says as he nods towards Daugo and seeks for his shield and the axe he had chosen from Polly's variety of weapons before walking towards the fireplace to get a meal.
 
Sigeric found his halberd repaired and ready at the blacksmiths desk. Polly came out and saw Thoruk and him approach.

"Ey, darlin', sorry but your axe is takin' a while." She said to Thoruk. "Maybe come back tomorrow?" She suggested, smiling favourably at the dwarf.

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