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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Meet us at Minas Tirith in the land of Gondor. That is where we shall be heading. On your way to Rhovanion, alert the Leaders of the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth. Tell them of Morgoth's coming and the End of Days. Tell them to prepare. If they do not believe you, show them proof of your Giant abilities." Eonwë said to Iver as he left.

Now there were only five of the original eight Giants left. The Destroyer, The Warrior, the Guardian, the Dwarf and the Hybrid.

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Ha'zi backs up a bit and leans against the window, staring outside at Bree. Where should he go? His father is dead, the others all seem to want to leave, and, yet again, Ha'zi felt out of place in this scenario. Eonwe gave a choice: Save the world (again) from Morgoth or leave. Each had many pros and cons, of course. And for once, the boy really needed to think before blindly making a decision with this Maia.

If he went to Mordor to stop Morgoth, there's a very high chance he could die, and it seemed not a lot of the others were interested in doing this. But if he did go, he could stop others from dying. The other option, leaving, didn't really suit Ha'zi, of course. He had nowhere to go, unless he tried to reach his distant relatives in Far Harad, who may be dead by now.

However, at the mention of a rescue attempt of Thoruk's father, Ha'zi listened and thought of a conclusion: why not do both? He could help the dwarf with his father AND fight at Mordor. But.. it's a bit redundant. He doesn't know anything about the North or orcs, really. And he should stick with the main group, even if it's where he doesn't want to be. So, begrudgingly, he tells Eonwe that he will stay with him to travel to Mordor. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"We should go our separate ways, and meet in Minas Tirith... at an agreed date." Cardiloc spoke slowly, disliking the idea of travelling through Rohan.
 
"That is a viable option, Cardiloc. But be careful. We must notify Middle-Earth of the coming of Morgoth and thus I hope that you shall inform those in Dunlend?" Eonwe asked the Hybrid Shifter. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
"I'll do so, or try at least, my folk are stubborn." The Dunlending hastily nodded to Eonwe. "We should go soon though."
 
As Dimitri listened to Eonwe speak, a thousand thoughts raced through his head. But one stuck out among most: Rohan must be warned. If the land of the horse-lords fell, the way north would be open and then all of Eriador would burn. Of course, Dimitri had more personal reasons as well. "I'm going to Rohan. Anyone want to come?" Dimitri asks. Then, without warning, he leaves and finds a horse, untended of course, and rode south.
 
Sigeric stepped forward, the wooden floorboards creaking as he approached Eonwe. The Dalishman had no choice but to believe his words, outlandish as they might seem. Eonwe had tried to tell them the truth before he died. He clearly did not serve Morgoth or the Valar, at least not anymore.
"Morgoth is a being of tremendous power. We need all of the support that we can muster if he hope to defeat him.
We need an army."
Sigeric was about to inform the group that he would ride to his homeland, but his words caught in his throat. He looked to the future, his ambitious mind racing with possible outcomes. He had been gone for 20 years. From what Eonwe had said, it appeared that Dale had suffered much in that time. If he went back now, he would be unrecognized. He was even ignorant as to who wore the crown. But what other choice did he have? He hesitated, then continued.
"I shall ride to Dale, and persuade the crown to lend its troops to our cause. If King Brand or his bloodline still reign in the North, they will recognize me."
 
"Eru, damn it." Eonwe said bitterly as Dimitri departed. He turned to Sigeric and said, "We only have three shifters left here. Cardiloc, Ha'zi and you. It is true. We need an army if we are to stop Morgoth but pursuing one may delay us and allow him to become more powerful than he already is. But, since the others have left of their own accord we must gather this army." Eonwe turned to the remaining people in the room.

Sigeric, Ha'zi, Cardiloc, Sam and Silesia. Marco had left with Iver/Vlad and Thoruk.

"Sigeric, ride to Dale and gather the men of Rhovanion; Cardiloc, return to Dunlend and inform them of the impending doom upon us; Silesia and Sam, you may go back to Gondor and return to your lives or come with Ha'zi, Pyrus and I. We shall retrieve Daugo as he is one of the most powerful Giants, journey to Rivendell to gather the last remnants of the Noldor in Middle-Earth, then be on our way south to Rohan then to Gondor. We must all converge at Gondor as soon as possible in order to secure Mordor before Morgoth enters Middle-Earth. His physical form must be in the process of rebuilding itself and he will return to Mordor to resurrect Sauron and other foul beings. Before he does that we shall stop him. We must do this at all costs, lest he brings about the apocalypse and destroys Middle-Earth. That is the plan. The others, I hope shall meet us in time. Rendevouz at Minas Tirith, at the Citadel of the King and we shall join up together. But before we set on our ways, I would suggest a change of clothes and some time to eat." Eonwe said to them all.

It was true their clothes stank, were aged and many ripped up quite badly. They would not suite them in Middle-Earth. Eonwe produced a bag from his trouser pockets and emptied it onto his hand, revealing twenty gold coins. These would easily secure them fresh clothes and a good meal with enough to spare. Sam and Silesia took six, allowing the rest to take their own pick.

Cardiloc could feel the jewel in his pants, it was still there, that pearl-like orb had shrunk to fit his small size and it snuggly held to his legs.

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Thoruk, Iver, Grimnir and Marco needed a fresh change of clothes and a meal, too.

And so did Dimitri, who had power-gamed stolen himself a horse. The Vagabond!

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"Aye thoruk wait up" Vlad called after he ran toward the dwarf. "Ill join ya in yar journey north, we need to warn the dwarves and elves that malkor is coming back on the way" He told the dwarf asn he caught up with him. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]
 
"If you believe my folk will side with Gondorians... and horse scum. You are sorely mistaken, however I will try and spread the word. As if it'll count." He nodded to Eonwe. "I have little desire travelling through Rohan but I will do what I must... Ha'Zi you could stay in Dunland for a few months with me." He offered to the Haradrim, feeling at a lump on his leg.
 
"Will they even recognize me? Will my own father recognize me?" he asks himself as he looks around and remembers the bloodshed they had left behind when they last where here. As they migthy dwarf realises that Iver came down aswell to help him he turns around "Aye lad... I realy appreciate your help" he stoppes as he checks his clothes for any coins left to pay for a meal "But for now we shouldn't overcommit, let's eat n drink something lad." the migthy dwarf addes as he gets out what was left to pay with.
 
"Lets go and eat something, after that we can leave the town" Vlad tod Thoruk as he joined him.
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"I hold no allegiance to anyone besides myself thanks to you and your partners meddling. I am hunted by my kin, hunted by Morgoth, and I have no home anymore." He would point the Maiar Blade at him "That is from your actions Eonwë. I shall travel to Gondor, but for my own reasons. Afterwards I set out for a new home, away from the world and eyes of the Valor and Maia. I'd suggest you do the same." He spat sheathing his blade and walking out, ducking so he wouldn't hit his head and he walked outside to wait.
 
Daugo walked wistfully along the cobble street to his house. The memories of ol' Bree came to him each step. His daily strolls. Enjoying a good laugh and drink with his friends at the Prancing Pony. Visits to the market with his wife and children. Working with Bob Newleaf at their job and playing games during breaks. All he needed was some pipeweed and he'd be right at home.

But, as he drew nearer to his real home, doubt and guilty, more recent memories clouded his thoughts. The fight at the Prancing Pony. Daugo catching his beloved wife with his best friend. Him murdering poor Bob and Pomona's anguish. Seeing his children for the last time before he was dragged away by the police.

He stopped a few feet from the door and took a minute to think. Would his children even remember him? Had his cheating bitch of a wife fed them lies about their father? Would they see him as a scumbag and murderer that left them on purpose this whole time?

"Stop it, man. Get ahold of yourself," Daugo thought back. "I'll set myself right and tell them the truth. I swear. You ain't no murderer. Your Daugo Burgins, damn it, and your going to see them, no matter what."

So, with determination, Daugo walks forward and raps his knuckles on the door.
 
"Aye" Thoruk answers with a clear nod towards Iver as they head out of the bright, prancing pony, into the cold and dark night. "It looks darker than I have it in my mind, don't ya think aswell ld?" the migthy dwarf says as he looks up into the sky, filled with stars as they head towards the nearest inn THATS NOT THE PRANCING PONY. "You have some money left so we can get some?" he addes as he keeps on looking into the dark night-sky.
 
Dimitri found the Prancing Pony to be serving the most ordinary of meals. Steak pie and mash with a goblet of ale to wash it down. A hot meal that he hadn't had for the nearly five months. However, Dimitri had no currency to trade? Just his warhammer and clothes. Of which the former one had any real value.

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Thoruk, Iver, Grimnir and Marco were in a similar position. None of them had money. "Per'aps we tell 'em we'll pay 'em back?" Marco suggested. The man had seen hell and come out alive, though, he was adjusted to the death, the finality and the end of things. All he cared about now was having a good drink, a laugh and some fun with his friends before the eventual end.

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Eonwe spoke one last time before Pyrus departed. The worker Maia could hear him as he ducked out of the doorway.

"If you need my help, find me and I'll protect you. Good bye, little brother."

Then when Pyrus had left he turned to the remaining people and said, "Let's go down and get you something to eat." Before leaving the room, ducking under the doorway and proceeding down the staircase, expecting Sigeric and Ha'zi to follow.

"C'mon." Sam said, patting Ha'zi and pushing him along. Silesia waited and whispered to Sigeric, "How do we know we can trust him too? Look what happened with the other one and her nonsense. I trusted her since she saved us from those slavers but look at us now. What are your opinions on the matter? I need to know I'm not the only one skeptical of him."

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It was late at night and it took a few minutes before someone answered the knock. A short hobbit creaked the door open slightly so that they could peek through.

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"Aye Marco" Thoruk answers as his eyes fall onto the ground again "Let's go into this inn" he says as they walk towards the door of a quite small inn, yet still crowded at this time.
 
Daugo raises an eyebrow from the sound of the small hobbit's voice. Does he know this person? Did Pomona take the kids elsewhere? He inclines his head forward to sneak a bit of a glance forward then addresses the short fella, "I, uh, am Da-," he stops, hesitant, then continues, "Daugo Burgins. Is there a Pomona Sprout living here, fella?"
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Ha'zi follows Eonwë down the staircase, a bit bothered by Sam's touching. The boy did not like to be moved around. So, he lightly brushes the man's hand away and continues to Eonwë.
 
The hobbit's eyes widen for a moment and the door slammed in Daugo's face. A muffled, "Go away monster!" Comes from the other side of it and then the sound of retreating footsteps. Eventually it was only the wind that met Daugo's ears. He was alone. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]

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Thoruk, Iver, Grimnir and Marco found the inn, not that crowded and managed to get some seats at the table. A skinny waitress came over to them and asked for their orders. Apple pie was the feature for the menu but also meatloaf, something called trout and a handful of chicken legs. To top it off there was cherry pie desert and an assortment of drinks from peppermint wine to brandy ale. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
 
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