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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Iver looked at hte frozen dwarf. "Can we keep him like this?" He asked the trickster rather joking but with a hidden hope.
 
"Why are you here then? To stop us from defeating Morgoth?" Ha'zi says, his voice rising in anger over the injuries the being has done to his friends. Then he adds with a mocking tone, "I doubt an ass like you could get a wife."
 
[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user] Deslan followed the mountain pass. Why would he use his hookshot at random to end up in some weird dead end?
 
"But more like a troll than a warhammer this time aye?" Thoruk answers Iver while listening to the boring speech of the trickster. "I'm fine lad, I was bout one second away from killing that troll scum ya know?" he says wielding around his migthy axe. "Well lad, now we have that bugger here again." he says as he points towards the Trickster with his axe in hand. "You'll get nothing from me ya bugger" Thoruk says towards the trickster. "Have your fun with those lads, my legacy is far from over ya know?" the migthy dwarf says as he tries to help Iver up.
 
"Something like that. You idiots released him from the void. And yes, I have a wife, unlike the lot of you someone does love me. I'm here for my own purposes. A bit of entertainment, I bit of selfishness and of course, a whole load of -" He was interrupted by Thoruk before he could finish.

"Excuse me, I am trying to speak here! Can't a guy get a break? Your legacy is-oh, you know what, shush." The Trickster snapped his fingers and Thoruk's mouth shut, his jaws closing on one another, clenching. He couldn't speak, let alone get out a grumble.

"Let's take this someplace nicer." The Trickster murmured after shutting up Thoruk and snapped his fingers again. Their eyes closed, then when they re-opened they were all sitting at a dinner table in a comfy lounge. Pictures lined the walls, all depicting the Trickster in various different poses, some with him nude, some of him being cute (weird), and some just outright bombastic. This man was clearly narcissistic. He sat at the head of the table, at the opposite end was Sigeric and around them sat their friends, except for Grimnir who was behind Sigeric, frozen in his sprint between two marble statues. Dimitri, Ha'zi and Cardiloc lined one side of the table whilst Daugo, Iver, Thoruk, and Marco lined the opposite. Thoruk still was unable to speak, his jaws clenched.

"Mmm," The Trickster said, taking a bite of a chunky chocolate muffin. The dinner table held an assortment of sugary treats from cakes to lollipops. There was also a considerable amount of pipeweed at the middle of the table. "You guys should have some of this. It's pretty good. So, Sigeric, that apology coming along?"

((You should all react to this. Well with the exception of Gunda and Thoruk who can't really.))

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"Huh? Where ar-" he began to say before being teleported. When he finally saw where he was, the boy was horrified. Because, as luck would have it, the first thing Ha'zi saw was a nude picture of their captor straight in front of him. Ha'zi felt like throwing up. It reminded him of his uncle's place, always having whores in his home. Disgusting.

The boy visibly shuddered. He looked away from the rather revealing painting and turned to see the food along the table. No way is the boy going to eat this food... well, he hadn't had sweets in a long time.... -no, Ha'zi. Snap out of it. Don't  accept candy from strangers. Especially after they already kidnapped you. "Uh, I'm not that hungry right now," Ha'zi replies, "why are we here?"
 
"Oh yes, I am terribly sorry." Sigeric said, not breaking eye contact with the Trickster. "I apologize for the events that unfolded in that clearing. I apologize for your threatening to murder us all. And above all else, I am sorry for the fact that I failed to actually kill you." Sigeric's pale blue eyes were filled with cold resolve, seemingly unperturbed by the abrupt change of setting. "What do you seek? Revenge? Surely a man of your great and noble stature would not sink to such a petty motive."
 
"This is some proper fare here," says Daugo, half amused by the being. At this point, spontaneous teleportation and generation of goods seemed commonplace.

"May I take some of this pipeweed, Master Trickster?"
 
Dimitri smiled. He kept some degree of humor, even when facing a former murderer. "I must thank you, my friend, when you gave me that ale. Best tasting stuff I had in all my years. Got some more?"
 
Pyrus would notice the Eagles but pretended he didn't. Reaching behind him he pulled out his Maiar Blade but made it appear as if he was shifting his gear. Hiding the laden with his palm and forearm he would continue on his way. They may not of been the Great Eagles, but Eagles were symbolic to Manwë.
 
"Faking madman" Thoruk thinks. "You will see who's legacy's end will come first ya bugger" he thinks as he leans back, sure of him beeing released from this elfish lookig place with candies and other puny stuff.
 
Cardiloc pointed his spear at the trickster, then they were teleported and the spear clattered out of his hands. "What do you want with us?" He questioned the Trickster in a demanding tone. "In fact, I've had enough of your games. Release us, you think you can fight against all of the giants?" He slowly reached for his spear.
 
The Trickster smiled back and began to answer their questions, "Yes, you may, Master Burgins." He said to Daugo before turning to Dimitri and with a flick of his hand, an ale mug appeared in his hand. The same sweet syrup that he had on the island brewed freshly to his liking.
"The bathroom, well, you'll have no need for it." Iver felt his wounds heal instantaneously along with the needS to use the washroom to cease.

"And to what I want, what my motives are, and why I am doing this is my own business." He explained to them.
"I'm well and alive as you can see. The wooden stake would've killed me had I not taken, uh, precautionary measures. Pyrus is a bit of a fool to think that he found my true body. And no, I don't want revenge. I never was one for such actions. And yes, Cardiloc, I can easily defeat you. For example," he clicked his fingers and all their weapons disappeared, then they were all strapped to their seats, except for Dimitri and Daugo. Those two could access the food and move their arms but they were trapped in their seats.

"Hey, Grimnir, you doing good?" The Trickster asked the frozen statue of the dwarf in the background before laughing raucously. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I'm having too much fun. You need to have fun as well. Let's spice the mood up with a game of honesty." He snapped his fingers and their eyes closed again, once they opened they were in a new space.

The floor was marble stone, they were in a hallway of sorts and a king's throne lay at the end. Upon it sat the Trickster, legs crossed. Next to him were three women, spread around his feet who laughed at his every joke. They were on the opposite end, locked in place to a couple of chairs. Each was suspended over a ten-meter hole with ropes attached to their chairs. If they looked up they could see a pair of floating scissors in place ready to cut the ropes.

Dimitri still had the ale-cup and a straw attached it to his mouth whilst Daugo had a pipe in his but neither were able to escape and even if they did they would just fall into the hole.

"The game is simple. Answer truthfully and you survive. Answer incorrectly and you get dropped. And remember, I know all about your abilities. And I know that if a single one of you transforms in that pit beneath you, you will crush yourselves and kill your friends. So, how about that for fighting you all? Oh, and if you try to interrupt the game, you get eliminated, capiche? First question," he said, taking a note from one of his mistresses who sat next to a pile of papers near his throne. "Grimnir, what was your mother's pet name for you as a baby?" The old dwarf could now move his mouth and speak, same with Thoruk.


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Deslan found the journey rather pleasant. No orcs in the way. No goblins either. Just some rubble falling every once in a while, nothing major like a snowstorm. Until he heard a roar. Something ahead.

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The eagls remained motionless as he continued on his path. Then as he came closer three of the eight took off and flew west. The other five stared down upon him. He wasn't in reach of them, he could maybe throw the Maiar-blade but if he lost it he would be defenseless against any of the Ainur and that was not good, especially with Morgoth on the loose and the Valar having him on their death list.

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"Wrong. The correct answer is...Grommie." The Trickster said, puzzled at the note. "That was a starter question. Now, this is the real one, take it seriously or else: What is your largest fear, Grimnir?"

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Would smirk again, somehow couldn't leave a form of a smile off his face. "The answer is, the answer is.. Hmm.. that's a hard one." The smile dissapears from his face as he starts to think, deep. "My greatest fear is not being remembered by my kin."
 
"Well done!" The Trickster applauded Grimnir before turning to the next contestant, "So, Iver, what is your most concealed secret? The one you've hidden from your friends."

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Deslan prepared himself like every single time he expected something bad to happen.
It's as if he has done nothing but readying his sword ever since the slavers kidnapped him with the flying ship (because how they ended up on the ship in open sea still made no sense whatsoever, and that's from a guy with a horse faster than light).
 
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