"exposition of what?" Iver asked.
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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Sigeric jolted awake with a gasp, looking around. His wounds... what had happened to his wounds? A chill swept through his body as he realized what had occurred, and remembered the dream. He instantly felt the weight of destiny crush him like never before. He tightened his grip on the Maiar blade, its cold hilt still clutched in his hands. The Maiar had lied to him. About what, he was unsure. He rose to his feet and began walking into the jungle without so much as a word to the others.
"Well, you see, you peasants wouldn't know much about the world as it is. But, shit's hitting the fan, as we speak. Whilst you've been on this island, three years have passed. Middle-Earth is burning as wars rage between Sauron and the Free Peoples. At the same time, there's been a breakdown in command between the Valar. Though, that isn't your problem. Your problem is that you've killed and taken the powers of the Giants." The Trickster said, strolling along the jungle floor before taking a seat on top of a large melon.
Ha'zi, Sigeric and Cardiloc walked in on them all. Grimnir, Daugo, Dimitri, Thoruk, Marco, Margoz, Osk, Sam and Silesia stood at one corner of the melon patch whilst Iver was at the other end. In the middle was the Trickster.
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Ha'zi, Sigeric and Cardiloc walked in on them all. Grimnir, Daugo, Dimitri, Thoruk, Marco, Margoz, Osk, Sam and Silesia stood at one corner of the melon patch whilst Iver was at the other end. In the middle was the Trickster.
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"Ya, but did we have a choice? It was either this or dying for most of us and unlike you mister tricks we cant defeat maiar"
"What.." Thoruk mumbles while looking towards that rather small man. "What in Durins name is this? First we have to fight against giants and now someone is abble to kill that Maia chick without even touching her?" he asks himself as he slaps himself to check if he was dreaming.
Dimitri pushed over the body with his warhammer and spit on the Whipper's corpse before watching the slaves and the dead slavers fade away. He stays quiet for most of it, but grabs a melon and starts to try and eat it.
"You sound like you are surprised after all the crafp we have been through" Iver told Thoruk. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]
"He's right." said Sigeric in a somber tone, entering the clearing. "The Maiar lied to us. Eonwe confessed to it just before his death." Sigeric kept the Maiar blade hidden. "Our 'purpose' on this island is more complicated than you believed. I expect our interloper to explain it." Sigeric looked at the Trickster, his cold glare signifying that this was not merely a request.
"You did not have a choice, not really, but you could have given the power to anyone else. Though, it wouldn't have made a difference. You would have died and the shifters would have survived. That is the curse of being a Karoltai." The Trickster said before clapping his hands together. A bucket of water appeared above Thoruk's head and dunked onto him. It was cold and his armor, weapons and beard were now wet.
"Now, you sure you're alive?" The Trickster rhetorically asked Thoruk before turning to Sigeric.
"It's good to see someone has brains." He waited for the others to laugh, "Okay then, tough crowd. Learn to enjoy the little things a bit more, guys. You were brought here by the Valar. I don't know which ones specifically, but they sent Eonwe and Illmare to the island with the mission of killing the Karoltai or Giants, taking their powers and embuing them in members of your crashed fleet, then using you to prevent the release of Melkor. Or at least that was the plan until disputes occurred between the Valar. Certain, troublesome, members attempted to corrupt the mission, release Melkor. They may have been speaking to you lot, influencing your decisions, trying to change fate. Manwe is not the Vala you think he is and neither are the rest of those spoilt b-words. Many of them want to change Arda. Unlike the Valar, I prefer the world to be as it is. That's why I came here. To save the world I need to kill you all. Well, not kill you, but lock you in my own personal prison. A place where you cannot be used by the Valar or anyone else, where your minds will be shut off and your bodies unable to be used. You will be breathing, of course, but in all other aspects, you'll be dead. I'll take the Shifters first and erase your memories. I am sorry but this is the only way to ensure you cannot be used to destroy the world." The Trickster spoke, getting off the melon.
This sunk in for all of them. This man, this thing, was about to kill them, or worse. And who knew what he'd do to the rest of them who weren't shifters.
"And now that you're defenseless without your Maia protector. I can do whatever I like with you. Don't worry, I'll make it quick if you don't resist.." a smile broke out on the Trickster's features.
"Now, you sure you're alive?" The Trickster rhetorically asked Thoruk before turning to Sigeric.
"It's good to see someone has brains." He waited for the others to laugh, "Okay then, tough crowd. Learn to enjoy the little things a bit more, guys. You were brought here by the Valar. I don't know which ones specifically, but they sent Eonwe and Illmare to the island with the mission of killing the Karoltai or Giants, taking their powers and embuing them in members of your crashed fleet, then using you to prevent the release of Melkor. Or at least that was the plan until disputes occurred between the Valar. Certain, troublesome, members attempted to corrupt the mission, release Melkor. They may have been speaking to you lot, influencing your decisions, trying to change fate. Manwe is not the Vala you think he is and neither are the rest of those spoilt b-words. Many of them want to change Arda. Unlike the Valar, I prefer the world to be as it is. That's why I came here. To save the world I need to kill you all. Well, not kill you, but lock you in my own personal prison. A place where you cannot be used by the Valar or anyone else, where your minds will be shut off and your bodies unable to be used. You will be breathing, of course, but in all other aspects, you'll be dead. I'll take the Shifters first and erase your memories. I am sorry but this is the only way to ensure you cannot be used to destroy the world." The Trickster spoke, getting off the melon.
This sunk in for all of them. This man, this thing, was about to kill them, or worse. And who knew what he'd do to the rest of them who weren't shifters.
"And now that you're defenseless without your Maia protector. I can do whatever I like with you. Don't worry, I'll make it quick if you don't resist.." a smile broke out on the Trickster's features.
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Grombrindal heads to the Whipper's corpse as he takes the Axe out of his chest, "Handy tool" he said as he wiped the blood to the Slaver's body as he head back to the Trickster.
"How dire is the situation in middle earth. Dale, Erebor, Arnor, Rohan, and espacially Gondor. Do they still stand? Or does the Dark Lord yet prepare his hammer to strike against the nearest prey? For what we know. Gondor is where the hammer shall fall the hardest."
"How dire is the situation in middle earth. Dale, Erebor, Arnor, Rohan, and espacially Gondor. Do they still stand? Or does the Dark Lord yet prepare his hammer to strike against the nearest prey? For what we know. Gondor is where the hammer shall fall the hardest."
"But what about the last giant?" Iver asked, "didnt we have 1 more giant on the to kill list?". If they will go on and try to kill the last one he might get a chance to escape.
Sigeric stepped closer to the Trickster. "Surely this is not strictly necessary. You would not waste your time telling us all of this if you didn't have a small bit of hope that you would not need to kill us. There is no reason for us to obey those Valar who want to release Morgoth. Let me join you, and with our combined powers we can defeat them.
Dimitri looked around at the group and said, "Can I at least have some ale first?"
"You dare to make my beard wet ya bugger?" Thoruk says with anger in his eyes "Aye..." he says as he slowly calms his inner fire "Iver's right, what about the last giant?" the mighty dwarf asks, turning towards Iver while drying his beard.
"Forget about the Behemoth. I'll take care of him myself." The Trickster said to them.
"Yes, you can have some ale. Here," the man snapped his fingers, out of the air a mug of ale appeared next to Dimitri, on the melon he sat on.
"The War of the Ring doesn't matter, Grombrindal. The Free Peoples are loosing but Sauron shall be destroyed. I won't explain how I know this, or how it will happen as it isn't relevant to any of this. All you need to know," he was interrupted by Sigeric.
"The Valar don't want to free Morgoth. They want to kill him and prevent Dagor Dagorath. It's too much of a risk. Giant Powers are nothing in the face of Valinor's armies. Let alone the Valar themselves. No, there is no other way. I am communicating with you now instead of taking you by force so that you accept your deaths. Ask me for anything you want before you 'die'. A glass of wine? A loved one? Whatever. Let's just get this done with before-"
There was a rustling in the jungle behind Iver. A figure appeared out of the bushes, clad in a blacksmiths attire wielding a warhammer that put Dimitri's to shame and a simple wooden dagger. He was bald and 7'1", huge in contrast to the Trickster. There was a slight gleam of light in his eyes.
"Shit." The Trickster turned to face the figure, a knife appearing out of thin air in his hands.
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"Yes, you can have some ale. Here," the man snapped his fingers, out of the air a mug of ale appeared next to Dimitri, on the melon he sat on.
"The War of the Ring doesn't matter, Grombrindal. The Free Peoples are loosing but Sauron shall be destroyed. I won't explain how I know this, or how it will happen as it isn't relevant to any of this. All you need to know," he was interrupted by Sigeric.
"The Valar don't want to free Morgoth. They want to kill him and prevent Dagor Dagorath. It's too much of a risk. Giant Powers are nothing in the face of Valinor's armies. Let alone the Valar themselves. No, there is no other way. I am communicating with you now instead of taking you by force so that you accept your deaths. Ask me for anything you want before you 'die'. A glass of wine? A loved one? Whatever. Let's just get this done with before-"
There was a rustling in the jungle behind Iver. A figure appeared out of the bushes, clad in a blacksmiths attire wielding a warhammer that put Dimitri's to shame and a simple wooden dagger. He was bald and 7'1", huge in contrast to the Trickster. There was a slight gleam of light in his eyes.
"Shit." The Trickster turned to face the figure, a knife appearing out of thin air in his hands.
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Dimitri stayed quiet and sipped his ale.
"Why is everyone looking at me?" Iver asked before hearing whatever it was running behind him and jumped aside to get out of his way.