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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"You should travel south with me to Dunland then." The dragon told Dimitri reluctantly. "Though after that I will travel to Enedwaith with Ha'Zi, then south of the white mountains to spread the word of Morgoths return there. It'd be best if you take the road through Rohan to Gondor."
 
Ha'zi shakes his head. "No, Card. I'm not going with you. As they said, it will take too much time. I'm sorry, but there is too much at stake." He adresses the elves, a 15 year old Southron with nowhere to go and no family left, "I will join on the trip to Mordor."
 
"Ha'zi, we will go to Mordor. But we must rally the peoples of Enedwaith, Gondor and Dunland. After that we will meet in Minas Tirith then go to Mordor." He shook his head to the boy.
 
"By using the high-pass and horses in Lorien, it shall take approximately three weeks to reach Mordor. Two to reach Anorien in Gondor." Celeborn mused.

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"We have no time to spend. Thoruk, ill rest now and when ill be able we will leave to Mt. gundabd. Prepare supplies and do whatever you want while im sleeping. Im sorry that im leaving that soon but the time is rushing us and we need to leave as soon as possible" Iver said before leaving the room to find a resting place, onthe way hegrabbed some food to munch.
 
After Ha'zi finished his meal, he gathers his supplies and heads over to Cardiloc. "So, when will we depart on our trip?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
"Get on my back, quickly." He responded to Ha'zi, once the boy was on he flew after Dimitri. "You'd be better off going with me, it'd be faster and we have little time to spare." He explained.
 
"Aye, lad" he wakes up Iver. "Let's no longer wait, grab your things and let's get going, shall we?" he asks Iver with a bit of haste.
 
''I suggest the elves send riders to the Blue Mountains and Bay of Forochel, and reach out for a few ranger warbands. You know, it's better to have dwarfs, mammoths and jolly-good swordsmen than not have them.'' Deslan argued. ''Also, I'm going with Iver. We could reach out to Erebor, Rhovanion and the Iron Hills as well, unless your messengers beat us to it.'' Deslan then had an idea. ''We could also try to wrestle Easterlings out of the dark lord's control. Impress them with our might, or get them to reason, or something.'' Deslan then asked someone to consider buying mercenaries from Umbar or Khandish outposts in Harondor.
 
Sigeric looked around, confused and slightly frustrated. Why was everyone leaving already? They had not even coordinated their plans... Why did the other shifters all have to be so bloody impulsive? He drank a glass of wine, before addressing Celeborn. "You say that we do not have the time to raise armies. Yet you also say that we need to rally the free peoples and gain their support. I confess that I am a bit confused by this contradiction. What would you have us do?"
 
"Sure thing Thoruk, lets just inform the others and listen to what they have decided" He said after getting up and walking toward those who didnt go yet. "So, where do we meet you after we are done in th north?"
 
Celeborn answered Sigeric first, "I meant that we raise the Free Peoples in the case that we are too late or unable to defeat Morgoth, with our little strength. The last of the Noldor shall give their lives to delay him or stop him before he can destroy the Sun. In the case the Sun is put out, it shall be up to the remaining Children of Illuvitar to stop him. I will ride south with a contingent of my men to stop Morgoth. Glorfindel will likely join us and so should you." He addressed them all.

"All of you. You have powers, I see that. You," he pointed at Cardiloc the Dragon, "You incinerated dozens of Maiar with your own breath. We stand a chance at defeating Morgoth. If we can destroy his physical form and isolate his spirit then we may indeed prevent the End of Days. I understand many of you wish to go on your own paths but for the sake of your loved ones, for the sake of the Free Peoples and for the sake of Arda we need you. Meet us at Minas Tirith, come to the Citadel of the King and we shall be there. Be there within the next month. I shall wait no longer and upon the thirty second day from this moment we will depart to Minas Ithil and enter the Land of Ash, Mordor. Do you understand?" He asked them all.

((Everyone in the council time-bubble must respond to this.))

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((This occurs after the council.))

Assuming that Iver and Thoruk remained in Rivendell for the night and the former transformed the next day, their journey would take them across the high peaks of the Misties. They saw the huge mountains and flew through the cold biting winds. Thoruk really needed northern clothes and that oversight resulted in him having hypothermia every once in a while, leading to certain fingers and toes falling off, only to regrow. It was painful. After eight hours of flight, Iver and Thoruk saw the outlines of a great city in the distance. A great, decrypt city carved into the highest mountain in the range.

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Riders left Rivendell heading to all known nations, towns, city-states and realms in Middle-Earth all with one message, 'The End is Near'. And with the royal seal of the Noldor and letters detailing what was happening.

The Sentinel of Manwe was locked up in Rivendell after being interrogated. He took his own life shortly afterwards. Celeborn rode out with a column of Noldorin elves, about three hundred in total, going towards Bree then to the North-South road for the long trip to Minas Tirith.
 
Ha'zi turns to Cardiloc, conflicted. "I really think we should go straight with them, Card. They'll need at least some shifters with them. I know this is personal and all with you, but if we don't hurry, your family could die."
 
Pyrus would open his eyes and slowly take his hand away from the ground, when he stood up he held out his hands so he wouldn't fall, black spots filling his vision as the magic he used worked its toll on him. Clearing his head he would pick up the mace and lead her to the mountain. He snorted at the joke in amusement.
 
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