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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Cheers." Dimitri says as he cracks open the top of the ale barrel and chugs as much of the drink as he can. He stops half way, however, when he noticed that there were other people with him. "Uhhh... I'm not an alcoholic, I swear." he says, wiping a few drops of ale off his mouth. "Tasted like horse piss anyways."
 
"Rivendell. As a wise man once said: 'Go not to the Elves for council, for they will say both no and yes...'" Sigeric said, tasting his wine. "Not terrible, but a far cry from the red wines of Dorwinion." He looked to Eonwe. "When shall we leave the town? I have a bit of unfinished business that I would like to resolve."
 
Ha'zi first digs into his rabbit, as the stew is too hot for the boy. The breast is chewy but warm and filling. It reminds him of the small game he used to hunt for back in Harad. He then delves upon the stew, as it is cooler now, and digs in with his spoon and fork. When he is done, he sits around impatiently for the rest of the meal, eager to begin the journey.
 
Blood rushes everywhere in Daugo's body as he sees his former spouse before him, aged 20 years. Time had been unkind to her.

He blinks twice. "Hello Pomona."

A vague sense of déjà vu grabs ahold of him as he remembers one time when he had been 38 and he had come back home to his wife after a wild week of rebellious debauchery in which he'd had the company of his friend Gaulond and an exquisite Haradrim girl that went by the name of--

Suddenly he realizes that it had been Andreth and not Daugo that had once lived that. Confused, he awaits Pomona's answer.
 
A horse bred to carry a fat aristocrat's assets hastily could carry his gadgets hastily as well, Deslan thought. Besides, his arm was covered by a glove and his coat, while the leg was safely hidden in a boot. If your main attribute is so easy to hide, just do it. It also protects it from weather, even though Aule's craftsmanship has very little time to care about humidity.
He adjusted his hat, braided his beard with his hand, tucked himself in his coat and set up the stereotypical Dorwinion landowner type. Provincial, uneducated pansies they all were, but they were friendly with the Wilderlands. Curiously, their accent (which he planned to put up) was very similar to the black skinned men of Far Harad. Not much difference between cows and mumakil, he guessed.
He began inspecting the horses as a noble would do: with a thoughtful posture hiding the total incompetence in equines. In reality, he was checking for stable owners, guards, witnesses and nobles.
 
Cardiloc let out a small smile at Dimtris ale chugging, and grabbed a lamb rib in his hand, taking a massive bite out of it. He slowly began his assault on the rest of the lamb, washing it down with a great hearty chug from his ale. "This is good stuff." He grinned, wiping the grease off his lips and the ale from his chin.
 
As Thoruk starts to eat he answers Marcos question with a simple "Aye, new clothes wouldn't be that bad I guess." He takes a big sip of his beer mug before adding "Y thnk thr's a shp still opnd?" with a bit of chicken still in his mouth. "We should ask the waitress after we finish, aye lads?"
 
Pyrus was tired of waiting, this was a journey god dammit. Not a place where all of the main characters meet! Moving away from the tavern he would start to walk around the town of Bree. As he walked around he made sure to observe anything and everything he could, meanwhile he kept an eye out for the stables and Daugo. Knowing exactly who's and what powers he held and how dangerous he potentially was.
 
The smell of food woke Iver who suddenly charged his meal in a haste. He didn't touch any pastry for months, and for God sake he missed it. "Mmmmm" he mumbled with full mouth. "I think I'll go and get myself some money" he said to the rest of the group after finishing his meal. "Listen, I'll be back really soon, the captain of the guards here owe a coin or two so I'll just go and grab it" he told the waitress as he stood up and walked outside the inn. "You guys can order whatever you want, don't look at the price" he told his pals before leaving toward the guard's place. "Nothing like a good pie & revenge, huh Vlad?" He said as he walked with a big smile on his face.
 
"How? How are you still...alive?" Pomona struggled to get the words out. She kept the door open wide enough so she could peak through and enough to let Daugo know he was unwelcome.

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"We leave at dawn," Eonwe said after consuming the last of his carrot cake and wiping away the crumbs with a white napkin. "Which is in approximately," the Maia craned his large head, looking upwards at the roof, "Eight hours and twenty-two minutes. After this meal, I'll let you wonder off to find your own clothes, weapons, and enjoy Bree before we leave. Return to the Prancing Pony upon the first lights of dawn." He announced to them all.

Sam stood, "I'm going to return to Gondor with my sister. We need to see our family. Or, what remains of them." He said, wistfully, leaving with Silesia. As they departed the majority of them had finished their meals.

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Deslan saw the most guards, three, lined against the entrance of the stable. At the exit towards the back stood a single one. The more 'royal' horses were towards the entrance and Luincrist's name was set upon various steeds from stallions to ponies. Quite the spoilt brat. There were some destriers towards the back of the stable, it seemed like they belonged to knights and nobles. The name 'Alfrid Kuntsworth' was seen on one rather bulky horse which had no one guarding it.

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The Bree Barracks was slightly older and much larger. It was still open at this time at night. It was a public utility, of course. Iver saw two men standing guard, or well, one of them was standing whilst one was sitting down, napping on a wooden stool against the stone brick of the barracks wall. What would he do?

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Thoruk saw a delicious desserts menu and watched as Marco and Grimnir ordered bucketloads of pastries. What would Thoruk order for himself? Velvet strawberry cheesecake? Almond sugar crystals? Carrot cake?

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Pyrus couldn't find Daugo. The Hobbit was indeed dangerous. However, he saw something equally suspicious. Iver walking towards the Bree Barracks.

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Deslan wrote a note, then took quick action and walked up to the back door guard like a tourist, then punched him in the face. The jaw probably broke with the metal fist's impact. Deslan helped the body down, then steadily but with light footing entered the stables. On a wall hanged a saddle, which he took. His eyes led him to the aptly named ''Alfrid Kuntsworth'' and no guard was in sight. He opened the gate, caressed the horse, quietly threw the saddle on him and went to drag the equine out by the back.
The note he threw on the floor read ''Get juked. -D''.
 
Deslan was nearly out of the back exit when he heard a gruff, "Halt!"

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Iver could not remember those guards. Perhaps they were new? Hell, of course, they were new, twenty years had passed.

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"do you know where i can find the captain of the guards? I have to talk to him about something extreamly important" He asked the guards
 
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"Aye that looks damn good" the migthy dwarf says as he finishes his meal and looks towards Marco. "Aye lady, d'you mind bringing me a piece of your best cake?" he asks as he sips down the last bit of his beer. "And another mug, that's good stuff for sure." he addes before turning towards Marco "So lad.." he says to his gondorian fellow "Why would someone like you help me to free my father and bring himself into such a danger?((orcs n stuff)) Instead you could just go to Rivendell with the others and we would meet at the final battle ground again, that way you'd be safer lad."
 
"I don really like that Maia angel dude. He scares me. And he's too big. I don't like his other friend, Pyrus, too. Both of them are weird. You guys are my friends. After Dean died and Sam joined the Maia, I don't know what to do." Marco told Thoruk.

A cheesecake was brought to the mighty dwarf and placed on a delicate plate in front of him. It was small and petite but oh so cheesy.

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"can you tell me where he lives? Ill pay him a visit in the morning" Iver asked the guards with a friendly tone. "I havent seen him for a long time and im sure he will be interested to see me" He continued.
 
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