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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"I was a servant of Aule, I commonly worked alongside him in the forges. I am a creature of heat and fire. If your grace would be willing I would ask that I be gifted a power of dragon fire or to so far as be granted with the power to shapeshift into one. So that not only may I live up to my name, but your machines and contraptions would be infused with your power and will be done quicker, powerful and new weapons of war can be created, and then when I fight for you I could reign terror within the blaze of death itself." He would ask knowing full well the consequences of his asking and how far above his payroll this was.
 
Morgoth stared at him for a moment before he answered, "I will fulfill that request when you prove your loyalty to me. In the meantime, I can see you've been sapped from much of the power of Valinor. I will return to you that power." Pyrus felt a shock of electricity run through his hand as Morgoth clasped it. He felt power, raw power rush through him and into his being. He felt like a newborn Maia. Azura gave him a nudge to snap him out of it as Morgoth was obviously waiting for him.

"The Giants will no longer be a threat once we release a couple of my failed experiments. To prove your loyalty to me, I want you to travel to the island of Morwen and dig up the remains of an old enemy of mine. You will find his body on a mound of poppies at the top of the highest peak on the island. The island is desolate so it shall be easy to locate the grave. Retrieve his bones, the shards of his blade and return here. Azura shall be your companion on this guide. It is unlikely for her to take you directly there so you shall have to hire a ship. She will be your guide. Are you up to this task?" Morgoth asked Pyrus.

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Deslan set himself up comfortably and slept with one eye open, waiting for the storm to pass.
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"Yes my lord. When I return and if you don't have any further tasks for me I shall begin my work. I'm sure you will approve of when the races of Middle Earth don't even trust there own kin." He would say before picking up his spear and turning to Azura and started to follow her.
 
Sigeric drank some of the water provided, but did not touch the food. His thoughts were focused solely on the recurring dream. Was it inevitable? Could it be avoided? Sigeric had always been conflicted about the existence of destiny, but for the first time, he feared it. The others would notice that he was much more solemn than usual, which is saying quite a lot.

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As Cardiloc ate his breakfast with the others, he often found himself gazing at the runes on the wall - particularly the words "key" and "gate". He was unsure whether or not he should tell the others immediately. The Trickster could be listening, and who knew when he would next come back to check on them? He considered Ilian's warning about the possibility of the runes being an intentional trap. Finally, unable to hold back the information any longer, he whispered into Ha'zi's ear, telling the Southron what he had learned.
 
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Dimitri eyed each one of his comrades carefully, before finally putting his eye on the disgraced Dalish noble. "Long ago, we were on a ship together and you were the same way, Sigeric. What troubles you?"
 
Cardiloc fingered at the warm Silmaril in his pocket, and drifted into deep thought. He turned back to Ha'Zi. "I'll give it a look." He resolved, standing up and walking to the key and gate runes. He tapped the former and then the later waiting for a result m.
 
It was dark when the rains finally ended. The high pass was wet and filled with debris but was navigable. Deslan had dreams of piloting that mechanized suit in Aule's Mansions.

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Pyrus found that he was having difficulty wielding so many weapons. Azura told him, "You can leave some behind, we'll be returning once we find the island and the body." Pyrus saw Morgoth's bodily form disappear. Where was the Dark Lord going? And why was this place so desolate? Where were the others? The armies, the soldiers?

Azura took his hand, "I can transport us to Umbar and we can pick up a ship there but I can't take us to the islands. They are beyond my range and I would have to use my eagle form to fly, meaning you'd be left behind. And I need your skills as a Maia of Aule to locate the shards of the specific blade we are looking for. You can sense them. Do you have any other questions? About," she coughed, "Ahem, him?"

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The runes gleamed upon touch and between them, a slit opened in the steel mesh walls. It grew wider until a hole large enough for hobbits, dwarves and young boys to climb through. It was a dark passageway, quite earthen, and seemed to incline.

Everyone heard the steel mesh part and saw that Cardiloc had done something to the pit. There was an exit!

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Deslan had no dreams at all of piloting a power armor. His true goal was to build a titan of metal and war, pilot it for a while and then sell it to the highest bidder. It would be packed full of explosives, of course: no one can have fun, except for Deslan.
He ventured forth, hoping no external force would slow him down or put thoughts in his head that weren't his.
 
"Neither will I, nor you." He gave a gruff nod to Iver. "Dwarves you should go first." He suggested to Grimnir and Thoruk.
 
"Wait, let me scout ahead," Ha'zi interjects. He grabs more muffins, as he really is addicted to breakfast foods, and makes his way into the passage.
 
The passage was filled with dirt, cobwebs and earthen smells met Ha'zi's nose. It seemed to angle upwards and lead somewhere. Would he continue or call for any help?

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Deslan's hopes were short-lived. Another thought filled his mind. One of his family. There whereabouts of his mother, his father and his half-brother. The crime he was guilty of, or was he not guilty of? Those memories flooded his mind for a brief moment before dispersing. What had become of them? It had been a year of his time spent. Would they care about him? Did they care about him?

The passage was clear but night drenched him in darkness and strange sounds filtered through the shadows. Some sort of animal. Maybe a mating ritual? Perhaps not? He needed some light.

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Ha'zi would back up to the pit chamber, and tell the others of what he saw. He will wait to see if anyone else is going to come in the tunnel.
 
Deslan slapped his head. Something was off. His mind had never wondered about such idiotic thoughts. His mother and half-brother on the Bay of Forochel he had long left behind, and for a good reason. No one would feel nostalgic about an abusive family and power-hungry cretin that was partly his kin. He only sought news of them in case they chose to take care of him for some reason.
He had little feeling for his father, but at least it was mildly positive. Sure, his slavers kidnapped him (even if they were his slavers, which he still had some doubt about) with some magic involved, but Kilzah didn't bother with him. And the guy was kind to his bastards, that has to be said.
His crime, he had begun to forget. He would still have been hunted even without that crime: that only made it official.
All these bricks in his mind were starting to fall down, but it wasn't him that was tearing them down. When he was done, he would talk about it to Aule: guy was a valar, he'd know a thing or two about supernatural events.

Having waved off these foreign thoughts, he took a stick with wrapped cloth from his belt. His index finger had a small flint splinter that made for a handy fire striker. The cloth caught fire, and he inspected what was in front of him, before going forward with the torch held behind him like any other smart person would.
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"What troubles me? Perhaps it's the fact that we've been locked in a cage by an immature 'cosmic entity', while Morgoth is preparing to destroy Middle-Earth and the Valar themselves are hunting us." Sigeric was interrupted by the opening of the passage. He was skeptical. Why would the Trickster install a secret passage that would allow prisoners to escape? Unfortunately, it seemed to be their only option. He turned to the group. "The entrance is too narrow for some of us. We should help those of us who cannot fit climb over the walls of the pit. Then, those remaining can use the tunnel."
 
There was a small animal ahead of him. It was feathery and its body was caked with water. It was about tiny like a dog and squealed when Deslan lit the match. When he came closer he saw it was a bird of prey that had been caught in the storm. It seemed to be unable to fly with its feathers wet and there was a visible wound on it, its leg was bleeding. Deslan could walk past it or he could attempt to tend to its wounds. What would he do?

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Marco was stuffing a cupcake down his throat when he mumbled, "Fack it, we need to climb like Sigeric said."

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