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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Grombrindal looked Around Him, these Maiar against the valar, the valar against us, Morgoth against the valar and the Maiar. It was all not adding up as he speaks to Illmare and Pyrus.
"You bunch of Maiar speak in a deceiving tongue, and I do not like it. By Durin, speak the truth and speak in a sense we can atleast trust, you miserable wretches have caused nothing but discord within the groups."
He says as he stands up, looking at the two with an emotionless face,
"I am not gonna spend my time in your princy elf lands when there is a war I have Started, and shall finish in the North. From all we know you deceive Him" he points at Ha'zi "but ill be damned, not the Grey Dwarf. And if you're smart lads, you cover your ears from their venomous words, as the stubborness of my kin will not fall for your talks so easily, she-elf."
 
"Aye, sure thing lad" Thoruk answers, seemingly still in thoughts. "What materials do ya need and how many beds do we need lad?" he asks while also looking at Victas. "We could need some of those aswell lad, don't ya think?" he says while turning around and grabbing his axe of his back to get started.
 
(Sorry for any sloppiness, I wrote this at 11PM-1AM).

¨Gather round, ye folk of Middle-Earth, and listen to the story of a man and woman that defied everything, even one of the Valar...¨

¨Long ago, in a land that has long since disappeared into the vastness of the sea, there was a small band of men, the last remains of a mighty kingdom, led by a brave man named Barahir and his son Beren. His land had been razed by the Dark Lord Morgoth, and his band was all that remained of it. One day, a member of his part was kidnapped and brought before a servant of the Dark Lord, one whose name you may know: Sauron. He tricked the man with promises and found the location of Barahir´s camp before killing him. Typical of the Dark Lord, not holding up to his promises.¨

¨Anyways, Beren was spying on the patrols of the Dark Lord when he came upon a phantom of the dead man, who warned him of his betrayal and urged him to return to his camp. He snuck up to it and slayed the orc´s leader, claiming a mystical ring he got from an Elf King years before. For 4 years he stayed in that desolate place, harassing the enemy and inspiring such fear that orcs fled upon rumor of his approach. Sauron filled the land with dark things of all sorts, giant spiders, great, evil wolves, and hordes of cruel orcs. But none could touch Beren, for his skill was greater than any they had. Somehow he found his way into the elven land of Doriath, where we meet the second protagonist of our story.¨

¨Beren was tired, he entered Doriath grey and bowed, for such was the torment he endured. But then he saw a woman, the most beautiful of Eru´s many children to ever walk the earth. All memory of pain disappeared, but soon she did too. This woman was Luthien, the daughter of the Elf King Thingol and the Maia Melian. He fell in love on first sight, and cried out in vain. ´Tinuviel, Tinuviel!’ he shouted, but she did not come. He wandered long before they once more saw each other, and then they fell in love in each others arms, but then she disappeared again! He fell into a deep depression, and nothing could cure this, but his beloved Tinuviel.¨

¨She came back to him, and he was lifted from his grey hell, and for a time, their joy was unrivalled throughout history. But a jealous bard saw them, and they were brought before Thingol to speak. Beren spoke little at first, but soon said that Luthien was fairest of all the World's Children. This stunned the court of the King, and in a rage he declared that Beren could have the hand of his daughter if he did the impossible: retrieve a Silmaril from Morgoth´s crown and bring it back. Normally, a normal man would back down, but Beren was no normal man. He accepted this challenge, and set off to the south, to the land of Felagund, a friend of his father. Barahir had saved Felagund in a great battle, and earned a favor that Beren intended to cash in on. Within Felagund´s underground city, he recounted his story to the King, who pledged to aid him. Soon, this tale spread throughout the city, and two of Feanor´s sons came forward.¨

¨Feanor was an Elf smith whose skill was so great that he made the Simrails, jewels that contained the light of the Sun itself. He and his sons swore an oath to take them back when Morgoth stole them, and even now it drove them to greed. In a heated argument, they said that this quest of Beren would bring only ruin to the realm, and turned the King´s people against him. Seeing himself forsaken, he gave the crown to his brother, and left with Beren and ten loyal comrades. They travelled north, but were caught by the home of Sauron and caught after a long battle of magic between the Elf King and the Great Deceiver. They were cast into a dark pit, and were doomed to die. That was, of course, until Luthien came.¨

¨Luthien had learned of the imprisonment of her beloved through her mother Melian, and went out to save him. But the same jealous bard discovered her, and she was imprisoned with Doriath. But through magic, she escaped, until she met the same two sons of Feanor. They took her to the land of Felagund, where she met a mighty hound of the Valar named Huan during her imprisonment there. It was said he would not die till he faced the mightiest wolf to walk Arda. He was faithful to the sons of Feanor, but was more faithful to Luthien, and helped her escape.¨

¨By now, the companions of Beren and Felagund were slain, all by a foul wolf that crept in darkness of the pit. When it came for Felagund, however, he gathered all his might, and killed the wolf before dying from his wounds. Luthien came to Sauron´s realm and sang a song that nothing could hold back. Beren heard it, and replied with a song in praise of the stars before sinking into darkness by the corpse of his friend. Sauron saw the daughter of Melian as she sang, and knew that his reward would be great if he caught her. So he sent forth a hound, but time it went forth, it was slain by mighty Huan. Finally, he Sauron sent forth the mightiest of all of Morgoth´s wolves, and it too was slain. So Sauron took to the field of battle himself, and tried to use dark magic and brute force to defeat Huan, to no avail. He too was defeated, and fled north.¨

¨With her magic, Luthien threw down the walls and towers of Sauron´s foul castle, and freed the slaves there, but Beren wasn´t among them. Huan and Luthien found him mourning by the body of Felagund, and brought him out of the darkness, and buried the body of King Felagund.¨ Dimitri stopped for a moment and gazed up at the stars. He was nearing the pinnacle of the story. ¨Back in Felagund´s lands, the twins had a hard time keeping order, for the slaves of Sauron brought tales of Beren and Luthien back to their land. The King´s brother exiled them and they rode towards Sauron´s home, now since Huan returned to the side of his master. The sons of Feanor resolved to kill Beren and Luthien as revenge, and rode off to find them with 10 companions.¨

¨Beren and Luthien went north, towards the great fortress of Morgoth. They were near the borders of Doriath when Beren decided that Luthien should stay in the safety of the land, but she refused. She said that regardless of the road he picked, she would go with him. Even as they spoke, the Sons stalked them. In a swift stroke, one grabbed Luthien and the other rode down Beren, but he leapt up, grabbed the Elf, and slammed him into the ground, throttling him. The other son turned about, spear ready to end Beren, but then the faithful Huan sprang upon him. Beren swiftly took both their gear and bade them to flee. So they did, but even as they did, the bitter Son fired an arrow meant for Luthien, but struck Beren in the chest instead.¨

¨Luthien tended to his wound, and returned to Doriath with him once he was better. But torned between love and oath, Beren left her one morning for her own safety, and went once more on his quest. But Luthien followed him nonetheless, so great her love. Beren tried in vain to stop her, but then Huan spoke and convinced him otherwise. Seeing no other option, Luthien and Huan used their magics to craft two disguises: a great wolf for Beren and a vampire for Luthien. They passed through all dangers until they reached the impenetrable gates of Angband. It was guarded by a wolf of great size and strength named Carcharoth, the Red Maw.¨

¨News had reached Carcharoth of the death of Beren´s form, and doubt filled his tormented form. He bade them to stop, and denied them entry until Luthien stepped forth, radiant and terrible, and put him to sleep. Then, they crept into Angband and came before Morgoth to commit the greatest deed of Men and Elves. Beren maintained his form, slunking beneath the Dark Lord´s throne, but Luthien was stripped of her cruel disguise. But she kept up her courage and offered her services as a ministrel would. Morgoth accepted with dark intent, but soon fell victim to Luthien´s magics and then all of Angband fell asleep. Beren worked quick, taking a knife and cutting a Silmaril from Morgoth´s crown, but then made the mistake of trying to take all three of the jewels from the crown.¨

¨As he pryed the second jewel from the crown, Beren´s blade broke and a shard sliced Morgoth´s cheek. All of Angband´s stirred with their master, and the two fled in terror. But their escape was blocked by the Red Maw, and Luthien had not the time nor energy to cast a spell to save them. Gathering his courage, Beren thrust the jewel he carried in the eyes of the Wolf, and ordered him to flee. The Red Maw responded by eating Beren´s extended hand, jewel and all, and was met with a pain that drove it to madness. It roared in pain and ran south, towards Doriath, in a madness that was remembered as the most dreadful the land had ever seen. Morgoth and his armies awoke, and the quest would have ended there, had it not been for the intervention of the eagles of the West, who watched over Angband in that time.¨

¨The eagles brought Beren, Luthien, and Huan to Doriath, but Beren was struck with a most foul wound, and death would have certainly come to him had it not been for Huan. When he was healed, the three wandered the wild for many a time, bringing hope to the Elven kingdoms, but they grew closer and closer to Doriath. The realm of Doriath had come across hard time, for their light, Luthien, disappeared into the north, and they were beset by the madness of Carcharoth. With haste, Beren and Luthien returned to the halls of her father. Thingol demanded that Beren show him the Silmaril, and when Beren held aloft his hands, Thingol realized that this Man was unlike any other, and perceived that their doom could not be withheld.¨

¨Thingol called upon the mightiest of his realm for a hunt of Carcharoth, for he grew closer by the day, and Beren joined him. For many days, they tracked him to a dark valley, and then the hunt ended. For Huan had grown impatient, and battled the Maw, slaying him before being slain himself. In the chaos, Beren was injured mortally, and died there. His body was carried with Huan´s back to Doriath, and so his spirit passed reluctantly into the west. Soon Luthien followed close behind, and sang a song so fair and sorrowful that it moved even the Valar to sadness. She was given a choice: stay in Valianor without Beren as an immortal, without grief or troubles till the end of time or go with Beren back into the east. She chose the later. And so, the tale of Beren and Luthien ends.¨

¨We may all draw a lesson from this tale. We face an evil that is much greater than us, and have endured much hardship thus far. We are no mighty heroes, but neither were Beren and Luthien, and see what they achieved. We sons and daughters of Middle-Earth are greater in number and armed with mighty powers and a desire for revenge. Who knows what we can achieve if we merely trust in the strength of ourselves and commit ourselves to the defeat of the giant and our return to our homelands. We shall be the Berens and Luthiens of our time. We will emerge victorious and we will return home.¨ Dimitri said, ending his tale with an oath he swore quietly long ago.
 
"What did you... I.. he-he couldn't.." Ha'zi manages to say quietly, shocked. Everything around him seems to fade away and he stares blankly in front of him now, while an ugly sound, a wounded comes from his mouth, a deep guttural sob. Slowly, tears form in the boy's eyes. Soon, it becomes a flood. The sobs shake the poor boy's entire body as he cries. Crying for his mother. Crying for this horrible life thrust upon him. But most importantly, crying for his father, the man who sold him and fought for him. The man who beat him and hiked with him in the jungles of Harad. The man who ruined and saved his life.

Finally, the tears seem to stop coming. Ha'zi turns, eyes scarlet to Illmare, with his clothing soaked in tears, and croaks, "Why? Just... why?" He only pays attention to what the woman has to say.
 
A couple of the survivors were mesmerized by Dimitri's story, some hadn't really grasped the truth behind it but understood the meaning and one was sleeping, soundlessly in the cave's darkness.
"What's a silmaaariil?" One of them asked him. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]

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Grombrindal shouldn't have been in ear-reach but it did not matter. Illmare refused to meet his taunts as she looked sadly at Ha'zi and answered his question.
"Because the world is cruel. Because Eru doesn't care. Because the Valar don't care. Because they don't care enough to protect the weak and defeat evil. They stopped caring. The last time the Valar ever did anything themselves was during the War of Wrath where dozens of my brothers and sisters fought and died in their fight with Morgoth. All the Valar do is send their servants to die for their actions whilst they sit in their palaces and lounge about as the world burns because they can't be bothered to fix their own mistakes." Illmare said loud enough for Iver, Thoruk and Grimnir to hear. There was commotion on the beach.
"So, let's show the Valar that they can't get away everything, that they can't control us anymore, that we're better than them. Let's show them, Ha'zi. Are you with me?" Illmare asked, handing the Haradrim boy an ultimatum. Would Ha'zi choose her over the Valar? Would he openly defy such sentient beings? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user] [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] [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]
 
Grombrindal looks at her with uncaring Eyes. "You Defy your masters. This is a grudge that Should only matter you, not the boy. I thought the powerful Maiar were more than This, why would you need a mortal to aid you?" He said as he grabbed his Axe and Sharpened it. "By all means you may be the ones whom Cannot be trusted, a deceiver. A wormtongue. How can he trust you if deeds say more than mere words, she-elfling."
 
"Aye, Grombrindal is right" Thoruk thinks as he checks everything going on with a sharp look in his eyes. "I won't trust her either" he speaks out loud after thinking a few moments. "You knew what would happen to us and still you lied, over and over again." the migthy dwarf adds as he moves away from them. As he does so, he mumbles "Mortals should help immortals, by Durin, what does she think? That we're her puppets?" before entering the cave.
 
"well thoruk, we need wood and a lot of it. Once we got this I can make us planks and connect them with my nails" he said and walked toward the jungle to cut some Coco trees. "If you gather some of the coconuts we can use their hair to make matters"
 
All that time Cardiloc had been listening, waiting for his chance to speak. It seemed the lady maiar was on their side but Eonwe and Illmare had still thrust them into this situation. Though it seemed these Valar would be too lazy to apprehend them. He spoke up to Illmare. "Perhaps we could leave this island and return to middle earth. They won't seek us there." He suggested to Illmare.
 
"I... I'm sorry Illmare," Ha'zi mutters, "I need some time to.. to think.." The boy slowly gets up, weak from crying, and walks back to the cave with his head down, straight past the others.
 
"You should know more than any Grey Dwarf that it is good to have allies, but then again you killed most of them in the war that you started. Let us also not forget how you are also lied, you may of told the truth to the younger dwarf, but that still doesn't sway from the fact you still lied to him. Infact I don't know why you try to speak for these people at all." He'd point to where Elodrins grave was with his mace before saying "That man, that man as described by the rest was true. He spoke from his heart and he gave them his all and hoped they gave him their all. I may know less in fighting and leadership than most, but he died with a purpose. You on the other hand, slink in the shadows and let others do the hard work while you take the finishing blow while the enemy is on their knees. Bleeding from every surface of their body. You take advantage of others for your own personal needs of glory. It shows in the Grey Mountains..." Pyrus would say to Grimnir, eyes blazing from the fire and something else as he reminded him of his deeds. It was clear that something had rilled him up, but what it was, was uncertain. As he gave the speech except for the break when he motioned to Elodrins corpse he would of been spinning his mace in the palm of his hand. "Know a lot about you dwarves." He'd say to himself.
 
Illmare saw Cardiloc and signaled to him to lower his voice. The other Maiar was nearby and would probably overhear. It was clear he was not in on the conversation. "They have their spies everywhere, even in Middle-Earth, they will find us. They are watching us as we speak," she indicated to Pyrus who was having a discussion with Grimnir.

"Wait-" Illmare said seeing Ha'zi walk away, crying. She was about to walk after him before she moved over to Iver and Thoruk.
"Hey, can we talk? I need to make an announcement to the others, could you gather them up at the cabin?" She asked them. [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] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]
 
When Ha'zi arrives at the cave, he looks back once at the beach, where a few of the others still seemed to be surrounding Illmare. What now? Is she going to tell them the truth, too? He curls his fists in anger. Steady, Ha'zi. It's not her fault. He just felt like blaming anyone, anything. But, really, he knew who exactly was to blame. Himself. If he wasn't so... stupid, his father would have been alive. His mother, too, if he could've gotten a job earlier to afford medicine. Ha'zi could've stopped both of them. But he didn't. He was here, on this island filled with death, while they were gone forever. Rather ironic. No, I can't have these thoughts. Ha'zi looks around for Dimitri, maybe he can help him let his anger out. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]
 
"sigh, sure thing" he said before walking and asking everyone to get to the cabin. But when he came to his cave with Sam and maerco he said really loud "we need to go to the cabin" before lowering his voice and telling them "we will continue this later, for now do not speak a word about this to anyone".
Then they all walked toward the cabin.
 
"Aye, do what you want lady" the stubborn dwarf says as he takes the axe off his back and moves towards the Maia. "But speak quick, I have things to do that are way more important than this incoming speech for sure" he adds as he walkes towards her. "Well, atleast I prefer cutting some trees instead of listening to that weird Maia lady." he thinks with a slight grin coming out before he stand still infront of her and waits for the epic speech she would throw at them now.
 
Before Illmare went to the cabin she instructed Pyrus to, 'Defend the cove and search for any signs of the remaining Giant Shifter.'

Then she proceeded into the cabin where most of the people and shifters had been gathered by Iver. She waited as everybody with the exception of those who chose not to attend. Then she began.

"I am sorry. I am sorry for lying to all of you. I am here because I want to tell you the truth, now. I no longer want to be a slave to the Valar and I no longer want to be responsible for further deaths. The Valar instructed Eonwe and me to collect the Powers of the Giants in order to prevent the release of Morgoth, the Dark Lord, that was true. What was a lie was what would come after this had been achieved. The Valar would have taken the Giant Shifters, left the remaining survivors on the island and destroyed all evidence of its existence, along with the survivors. The Giants would then be sentenced to death, stripped off their invulnerability and slain in order to completely nullify any chance of Morgoth escaping. You were all doomed to die by being allowed to reach the island. The Valar don't care about the immorality of the act. They see it as a means to keep their problems, also known as Morgoth, locked away. They don't care if two hundred people die, two hundred thousand people die, two million people die. So long as they can keep Morgoth from being released and avoid the End of Days. I was ordered to carry out this mission and deliver you," she motioned to the shifters, "To Valinor for your subsequent deaths. I will no longer follow the will of the Valar as it is careless, horrid and absolutely pathetic. Many of the Valar have grown convinced to support Manwe's plan and thus I am putting myself at risk by doing this. I am offering to help you escape this island. By using the Powers of the Eight Giants and my combined Maiar Power I can remove us from this dreaded prison and return you to Middle-Earth. The Valar shall surely come with full force but with the Powers of the Eight Giants and my own we can surely challenge them. This is the only viable option for escape. Either we work together, no matter our differences, to leave this place or we shall all be slain, cruelty. I am sorry but these are our options. Whom of you are willing to save your lives? Whom of you wish for freedom? SPEAK NOW OR WE ARE ALL DOOMED!"

((Everyone has to respond to this unless you choose not to be in the cabin.))
 
Ha'zi spent some time training with Dimitri until he noticed Illmare coming in the cabin along with the others. He listened intently as she described our stakes and what would happen if we didn't help her. Ha'zi agreed Illmare had a point: The Valar cared for no one. Working together with her, who would probably be slain for treason, to guarantee everyone's survival would be worth the risk. "I will help," Ha'zi says to Illmare.
 
After the speech, as epic cough as Thoruk expected it to be, he looks towards her. "Answer me one question Maia lady" the mighty dwarf says before looking around into the group "What will happen to us shifters if we defeat the Valar? Will we die or will we maybe just lose our giant-transformations?" With a look onto his axe he addes "Answer me those questions and I'll consider to trust you Maia lady."
 
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