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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Upon entering the hallway, they both could see a variety of ornaments along the wall. There was a mixture of paintings and animals heads, trophies. Elk, deer, bear, even a giant fish, something unfamiliar, a scaly reptile, a mammoth tusk clad with pearly white ivory. These were scattered around many paintings. Ha'zi and Thoruk saw the Trickster in some of them. The first showed him with a group of people, smiling and hugging. A family? They were all rather odd looking. The second row was that of a wedding, he was wearing a charming jacket whilst his bride, a woman who looked insanely beautiful with jade eyes that made Ha'zi feel at peace and long golden hair that complimented her elegant floral gown. The Trickster was smiling softly and holding her hand in these artistic depictions. Then the third row showed more. It seemed they were telling the story of his life. He was with the golden haired woman and they were holding an infant girl. She was but a baby. The next row was different. Gone were the woman and the baby girl. Instead it was the Trickster holding the hands of a small boy. Something was off about this. The boy had dark brown silky hair and smiled as he looked upon a catfish in a pond whilst the Trickster held his hand and crouched down next to him, pointing at the fish. The boy looked eerily similar but Ha'zi couldn't place who reminded him of it.

Then the fifth row depicted the Trickster alone. The pictures were of him hunting and killing animals. Quite gruesome. He was no longer smiling like he had in the early pictures but had a solemn look to his features. The sixth row showed only him. Like the pictures in that dining room, they were of him posing and gazing, with ridiculous smiles and outlandish smirks. None of them were naked, though.

As they wandered down the hallway almost in a trance, Ha'zi and Thoruk would realize they passed a number of doors. Neither could understand the names on each door and so were left with a choice.

Which to open first?

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Amused at the strange passageway and his kidnapers' efforts to escape The Pit, Daugo continues to eat cake and muffins and drink water.
 
Incredible. Ha'zi stared in awe and wonder at the trophies and prizes of creatures the Trickster had obtained. Clearly, he was a great hunter, something Ha'zi completely admired and wanted to be.

As they moved down the hall, his reaction changed to one of confusion and disbelief. He had a family? A wife, really? And where was she now, as the Trickster, the last time he saw them, had women all around him. Surely one of them was not his wife, right? No way their marriage lasted that long. Wait...he even had a child?!? Doubt he'd be a good husband or a father...

At first, the boy didn't pay much attention to the painting of the Trickster next to a different child, and continued to look at the other paintings. But, when he say how horrifying they were-- why paint such a thing, anyways-- he ignored the doors and thought back to the one with the child. He walked towards the painting and noticed the child again. What... what was so familiar about it? Focusing on the child's face, Ha'zi tried hard to remember who or where he'd seen it before. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Deslan would tend to the wound (it is implied he knows some degree of medical arts, since he's an amputee with functional prosthetics and a survivalist). When the bird was out of danger, he would try and build a small, articulated leg skeleton to help the bird's leg stay in place and support its weight.
 
Grimnir found himself awake in the pit. He was surrounded by those idiotic men whom he'd been with since Bree, five months ago. Or so it was twenty years. Dimitri and Sigeric were talking, the two looking depressed as usual, Daugo was stuffing him mouth like a mad hobbit, Iver and Marco were building a rope and Cardiloc was tapping on the steel mesh trying to get out. Strangely enough, Thoruk and Ha'zi were missing.

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Deslan used some of his kit materials in building the exoskeleton and after half an hour of patching the skeletal to the bird's leg it was already moving about, jumping up and attempting to fly, but failing. Deslan had fixed its leg but it was unable to fly, for some unknown reason. He couldn't find any injuries on it and its wing was dry now. Maybe it was too young? Maybe it was in shock?

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"The armies are being made as we speak. Melkor is raising them. Every orc, every corrupted man, he's raising them from the Earth but it will take a lot more time. As for the others, the original servants of Morgoth are all but destroyed except for a few that have retreated into hiding. There are those amongst Valinor which have lost faith with the Valar and Eru. You and I for example. I had to slave away under Manwe under the false promises that I was doing good. That it was Eru's command. The reality of it is that Eru isn't giving the orders anymore. Something's happened and now Manwe's running the show. None of us like it. But no one will speak up because of what happened to Eonwe. After his betrayal of the West, they let his spirit rot in the Void. Then when he was miraculously raised, they sent the Scions after him and us after you. He's likely dead already, knowing what Mineltar is like. Stab first, ask questions later and all."

She continued after laughing a bit, "Anyway, some of us have joined Melkor and are currently residing in Valinor, acting as spies. Some are fulfilling missions across Arda. Gathering weapons, tools, catalysts, whatnot for Melkor. Our former enemies like Sauron are being resurrected in the meantime by Morgoth. He is locating parts of their essence and using it to recreate them. Alright? Now, take my hand and let's get this job done." She offered her palm to him.

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Ha'zi was completely stumped. After looking closer at the boy he saw it was definitely not him and he had no recollection of such memories. The boy in the picture had light brown silky hair, was quite young, maybe four years of age had hazel brown eyes and was smiling gleefully as the Trickster pointed to the catfish. Then it hit Ha'zi.

Upon inspection of his eyes, Ha'zi had a flashback.

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"Your father is dead, Ha'zi. I lied to you. I'm sorry."

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He remembered Eonwe's words. The way he spoke, his face so solemn, his hazel brown eyes staring through his soul making him feel both antagonized and pathetic but also comforted him. It was an intensely strange feeling being told the only person left in the world that loved you was dead. That you were lied to by someone who pretended to be your friend. Wasn't Eonwe his friend? Was he really? Or did he just use him like the Valar used Eonwe, Ilmare and Pyrus? He was getting distracted. The boy-this picture-Eonwe? No. That was too absurd. And there were many people with hazel brown eyes. Yet...

Something in that boy's face, the hair, the way he stood it all reminded him of the Maia. There was one distinction, though. Eonwe never smiled or if he did, he had never seen it. This boy was smiling gleefully with those intense eyes, one tiny hand holding onto a finger of the Trickster.

A noise broke his thoughts. It came from the two large doors at the end of the hallway. A woman's scream? Something was coming. Ha'zi and Thoruk saw that they needed to hide and quick.

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"We will defeat them and we shall be free. Even if we must make the skies burn to gain Manwë and the Valars attention they will fall, and we shall rise. A new age, a dark age. The age of darkness where this time there will be no light or heroes to save them, even if we have to march into Valinor ourselves and speak for our people. They will learn, and they will either fall or bow, that I promise you." Pyrus would say before taking her hand, remembering the task at hand.
 
Azura smiled at his answer and both of them disappeared from the plains of Gorgoroth and materialized in an Umbar Bazaar. There were camels passing by them, traders and merchants roamed the stalls and shouted orders at their entrees whilst sellers argued over ware prices. It was crowded and busy and a short man hit Pyrus' shoulder in passing. The Maiar were quite out of place. Both being incredibly tall. Azura gradually shortened to the height of an average woman and Pyrus felt his own form decrease in size to fit the crowd. His partner looked around the market and saw an exit way leading to the great cothon dockyard. She led him towards it and after struggling through the masses they emerged to see a huge artificial harbor that curved around a great bay. Hundreds of ships sailed the bay and great lighthouses rotated in the sunlight, fire low and smoldering during the day. Sailors, pirates, merchants, shipwrights, dockhands, soldiers, scum and all manner of other ranks swarmed across the dockyard. Great ships idled as their holds were emptied whilst smaller swifter vessels strode in and out across the water, importing and exporting goods. There were more than enough ships to take them to the island, from Corsairs to Numerramars and Palarrans and even a huge Alcarondas which dwarfed every other ship.

"Take your pick, preferably one of the faster ones."

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The bird nested into his chest, cradled in Deslan's arms. He found no issue with it yet still it could not fly or did not want to. The way was clear and after five hours of walking the chick began to squeal, begging for food.

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"No use..." Cardiloc grumbled, having tried the key words many times. He turned to the awaking Grimnir. "Finally awake Dwarf?" He spoke to Grimnir.
 
What? Eonwë? How? Is the Trickster related to him? And what about those people down there for his family photo? Are those the--
   Ha'zi's many thoughts were interrupted by the scream. He looked to where Thoruk was, waiting impatiently for the boy.
     The dwarf whispered urgently the boy, "Aye, come now over here lad. We must hide and not get caught by this bugger."
      Ha'zi nods in response and the Haradrim and the dwarf head to the closest door.


    
 
The door was unlocked and they stumbled into what looked like some kind of battle room. There was a golden lamp in the middle of the ceiling which revealed multiple shields at the back of the room with painted targets on them drawn in red X's. A couple of arrows had been fired and each met the X mark smack between the intersection of the two lines.

There were a couple of bows laid neatly down on a table with accomodating quivers filled with huge wooden arrows with sharpened tips. Ha'zi could see that they were too large for him and Thoruk and so were the shields, however, he could grab one of the arrows and use it as a melee weapon, though, it wouldn't have much utility to it.

There were two doors in this room. Each connecting to the rooms adjacent to them. Which would Thoruk and Ha'zi take?

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Ha'zi grabs a few of the sharpened arrows while Thoruk examined the craftsmanship of the shileds and bows. Probably not something he would recognize, but maybe there would be something in the dwarf's head that could recognize it.
Before Thoruk gets too much thought in, Ha'zi runs towards the door to the right (as in the one right to the entrance of this door). Thoruk sighs and thinks to himself, "Aye, why can't this lad just slow down for one second?" The dwarf follows the boy into the next room.
 
The next room was different. It was a library of sorts. Much larger than the previous and had huge shelves of books stacked from the floor to the roof. All the books were in different languages. Some Ha'zi recognized. Most were in that strange scripture form. This was a treasure trove of knowledge yet it was rendered inept by the fact that it was in a variety of languages. There was also another door leading to the adjacent room. Would Ha'zi attempt to take any of the books? And if so, which? Or would he continue onto the next room?

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Ha'zi approached the books with interest, mostly the ones that he seemed to recognize. Back in Harad, there was very little you could or afford to read. He only ever did outside activities, for their wasn't much to really do when he was younger. But, one day, his father managed to get Ha'zi a book for his birthday. Ever since, Ha'zi had love for books. Reading allowed his imagination to soar when he was younger. He hadn't been able to really do his hobby for a long time, for after his mother died, Ha'zi sold all the books he had to try to get the family some money.
So, Ha'zi pounced upon the books while Thoruk looked along with uninterest. Books weren't really for a dwarf. Thoruk, in a whisepered tone, said to Ha'zi, "Aye lad, make sure to be quick about yer reading. We need to hurry along. I'm going to check out the next room here." The dwarf went past the boy to the adjacent room, entering with caution. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Ha'zi noticed some books written in Haradric, most were on the history of the Haradrim peoples, the wars with Numenor and the Faithful, the Khandling Wars, a book titled 'A Practical Guide to Raising your Mumakil' and another named, 'The Jungles of Far Harad, there was also one on the Southern Numenorean States.

Thoruk opened the door to the next room. He saw it was a kitchen of sorts and found cutlery littered everywhere. There were knives, pans, saucers, grates, bowls, plates, and all manner of other dishware. There was no signs of life but a cake lay out front, sizzling as if just made. There were other strange foods and what looked like a cool area and a toilet towards the front of the room. Another door lay ahead, leading to another mysterious room.

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Ha'zi stares at 'A Practical Guide to Raising your Mumakil' in awe. I'm definitely keeping this, Ha'zi thinks with glee. He goes over to a different area of the library, closer to the door that Thoruk went through, and examines the books there. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
They were all written in that strange language and covered in thick leather binds which concealed their nature. They were clearly old and worn slightly with time and had been paged through many times judging by the condition that they were in.

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Ha'zi takes one of the books, might be useful for later and moves to the next room, knowing that Thourk is probably waiting on him. He moves past all the kitchen items, uninterested, and motions to the dwarf to go into the next room with him.
Thoruk gazed at the items in the room with mild interest, but took the sharpest kitchen knife he could find and a pan, for they were the closest things they could get to weapons. He follows the lad to the next room, wishing to be reunited with the others soon.
 
And so his wish came true!

Ha'zi opened the door to that hallway. There was the throne, the large windows, and in the distance the pit. Next to the pit was surrounded by what looked like ballista of some sort. They were moving, by themselves, as if guided by invisible hands. The ballista turned on sighting Ha'zi and Thoruk and the first fired.

Everyone in the pit heard a shot from above.

A bolt came racing through the air towards Thoruk.

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