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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Dimitri felt the pain, but made it his weapon.'Go for the balls, boy!' a cruel voice roared in Dimitri's head, 'Show no mercy!' Dimitri tries to kick Osk in the balls while continuing to crush his hand. "Never heard of it. Where is it?" he continues.
 
Daugo sighs, exasperated. "That boy will get himself killed one of these--oh wait, he can't die. Just as well," he says, sprinting after him as best he can. "Dammit, wait up, Hazel!"
 
"MHHHPH!" Osk masks his own scream as Dimitri's lean kick sent him crumpling to the dirty street floor. The man would be urinating in pain for the next few days.
"You monster." He says, clutching his privates. Dimitri was victorious. Though, at the cost of being seen as a below the belt fighter.

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The jungle was quite beautiful in the early morning. Sunlight rung through as Daugo found Ha'zi staring at a large round melon. The hobbit recognized it. A watermelon. He had not seen one for years ever since he bought one for little Fumble's third birthday. His son would be five now. And his daughter, Lilly, would be three. He had missed their birthdays. What would they think of him? What had his poisonous whore of a woman wife have told them about him? Would they even remember him? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
"Victory at all costs. If I'm going to get you all out of here, there must be no such thing as honor. Tricks are needed." Dimitri says. "But you fought well, I'd be honored to fight with you in battle." he continues, offering to help him up.
 
Depressed by his reminiscences, Daugo stands by Ha'zi, a tender but sorrowful look on his face. "It's a melon," he says in a sad voice. "Good find, kid."
 
He turns around with a sly grin. "Thanks. Should we just take this one or keep lookin'? I can probably carry this one by myself."
 
Sigeric angled his body to absorb the right hook with his shoulder, before ramming that same shoulder into the man's chest to knock him off balance.
 
"Aye lad" the dwarf stands up and walks towards Iver "Let me take the heavy chopping n lifting instead of you lad." he says as he takes the axe from Iver and continues to chop down the tree."
 
"Yes, take it. We can feed half the camp with it," he says. "Well... Maybe not half the camp, but it'll still be useful. I reckon there's more of them here; if there are, it'd be damned precious knowledge."
 
The tree collapsed after a few strokes. It was one of the newer ones and fell easily to the jungle floor. From its innards Iver could see orange sap leaking out. He'd have to collect it quick. They also now had a large log of wood to use for additional material for the cart. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]

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The Rhovanion man took the blow head on, delivering his own blow to Sigeric's cheek. The Dalishman was knocked off balance as his opponent fell back. Both had taken damage but it was apparent the Rhovanion man was struggling. He kept up again.

"That all you got?"

Osk took Dimitri's hand, hesitantly, and rose.
"You're a nasty hitter, ya know. Me junk really hurts. Where ye from, Dale? " He let out a hearty laugh, patting Dimitri. The rogue had earned respect among the North men.

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"You can start cutting the branches off while im collecting ma tree blood" He told Thoruk while bringing his mugs and other containers to collect the orange sap. "Daugo, Hazi we are heading back" He shouted toward the general direction that the two decided to take.
 
"Aye, I'll do that." he replies to Daugo. "Let's go now, I think we're done," he says after the others say to head back. He picks up the melon, with a bit of trouble, then starts walking back towards the city.
 
"I'm from across the mountains, little town on the edge of nowhere where ice was as common as dead orcs and wolves." Dimitri replied. "My folk got to use all sorts of tricks to stay alive. Where's this 'Romameon'? It sounds elvish."
 
The feint succeeded and Sigeric saw his opponent's right hook inbound. He could intercept it and end the fight right here.

"I meant-", Osk laughs, "Rhovanion. Near the Bight. Woody area, lots of wilderness and freedom to do whatever. I was a lumberer before this-" he looks down at his slave clothing.

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"Oh, Rhovanion. I heard stories about that place, not a bad place. Aside from the ones about some black forest and golden men from the east." Dimitri said. He then turns and watches the rest of the fight. "Who do you think will win?"
 
"AGGGH-" The man's shout ended faster than it came out. His body lifting, falling and smacking into the ground. Sigeric stood, sweating and victorious over the Rhovanion man.
"I yield, I yield, just let go of my-aggggh-" Sigeric still had the man's arm in a twist.

"It was on Qestor but he lost to the Dale Knight." Said Osk.

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Elodrin's Gondorians had just finished their laps. Dean, Sam, Silesia and especially Marco were sweating and went to the river to cool off. Iver, Thoruk, Ha'zi and Daugo were returning from the jungle at the bottom of the valley and needed to climb uphill to reach Aldamos. Cardiloc was still eating breakfast with Radaa and a few of the hillmen group. Margoz was still asleep in a house and so was Freida. Dimitri and Sigeric had just finished their fight with the Rhovanion men. Grimnir was sharpening his axe, again, at the Polly's workshop, Celeste watching him. Victas was clearing up the extant campfire.

Eonwe and Illmare waited at the top of the hill along with a few other slaves. A bell rang that indicated for all peoples to gather at the hilltop. This roused many of the slaves, even the tired Gondorians who'd practiced this before.
"Hey, let's go," Silesia said to Elodrin, "The big bosses are calling us up."

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