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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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In all his life he had met few people as hard to talk to as these elves he was traveling with now. Celeborn had seemed to open up a little, but always ended their conversations on overly solemn notes. The others barely talked, at least not in Westron. This would not do. He was... bored. At least with the others he'd been able to privately make fun of their blunders. The elves were not as forthcoming with entertainment; this would have to change.
Suddenly he began to sing. He did not have a fine voice, but it was a lovely song he had picked up when he still lived in Buckland. Apparently old Bilbo Baggins had been its author, though it had been corrupted by his fellow Bucklanders.
He laughed merrily as he finished, remembering when he'd sung that with his drinking companions in the Green Dragon.
Suddenly he began to sing. He did not have a fine voice, but it was a lovely song he had picked up when he still lived in Buckland. Apparently old Bilbo Baggins had been its author, though it had been corrupted by his fellow Bucklanders.
"The road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow it if I can.
When last I traveled through Buckland,
I had just left my b'loved wife.
Now some of you won't understand,
But you win some, you lose some in this life!"
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow it if I can.
When last I traveled through Buckland,
I had just left my b'loved wife.
Now some of you won't understand,
But you win some, you lose some in this life!"
He laughed merrily as he finished, remembering when he'd sung that with his drinking companions in the Green Dragon.
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He would roar as the water hit his eyes, blinking furiously to try and clear his vision as he swung his Warhammer onto the ground again, aiming to knock the Guardian off his feet.
"You ain't the God of Trickery, kiddo." An echo ran through the halls of Moria.
Grimnir found the skeletal remains only gave him old armor which was nearly stone at this point. The Tomb of Durin was located deeper in Khazad-Dum, in the dark depths...
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"Hahaha, I knew you were a funny one." The Dunlending laughed at Cardiloc's explanation and after realizing they had quite the audience in the streets, he broke up the gathering and ended the commotion, the Dunlending wildmen walking off.
What would the trio do now?
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The man saw the gold and quickly moved out of the way, forgetting to ask for another, and allowing Sigeric to pass. However, the next one stuck out a chunky hand and seemed to be demanding more.
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Blinded, Pyrus felt the earth crack open as his warhammer hit it once more, sending the Guardian who charged him flying back into the Door of Day, hitting it. His eyes cleared for a moment and he saw what was transpiring.
Around Pyrus, twenty husked corpses of his brothers and sisters littered the island-field. Some had been beaten to death, given mighty blows, fatally wounded or were instantaneously killed by a Maiar-blade. Pyrus saw Azura in combat with one Guardian but they were not important. A fireball slammed into the Earth behind Pyrus, causing him to fall to the ground, his hair singed. Behind him three of his allies had been killed by the ball of flames which continued to roll forward. Pyrus noticed the siege craft unloading fire balls and all manner of bolts on his side. But what was truly scary, was a siege craft he had never seen. Something in only his wettest dreams. A rotating automatic giant crossbow which fired dozens of bolts a minute. An entire row of Maiar were blasted into the dust as the siege weapon came to life and unloaded on them, killing both allies and enemies alike. Pyrus saw someone piloting the weapon, aiming it and firing. They were taking heavy casualties because of such siegecraft. There weren't that many Guardians left to defend them, only about eleven and they were engaged in combat against multiple Ainur.
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Some applause was given to the Hobbit and a few elves began to hum the tune or sing their own sorrow tales or heroic symphonies. The long ride eventually culminated in a camp in the wild. Three hundred and thirty-two elves and a Hobbit, camping in the wild. They picked up the next morning and the cycle repeated until they crossed a huge bridge and entered a grassy plain. Now riders split from the main contingent, scouting ahead. Celeborn whispered to Daugo, "These lands were known to be treacherous as vagabonds and hill tribes roam about. Be cautious, Master Burgins." Before continuing onwards. Daugo saw nothing but felt as if eyes watched them from all around...
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Grimnir found the skeletal remains only gave him old armor which was nearly stone at this point. The Tomb of Durin was located deeper in Khazad-Dum, in the dark depths...
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"Hahaha, I knew you were a funny one." The Dunlending laughed at Cardiloc's explanation and after realizing they had quite the audience in the streets, he broke up the gathering and ended the commotion, the Dunlending wildmen walking off.
What would the trio do now?
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The man saw the gold and quickly moved out of the way, forgetting to ask for another, and allowing Sigeric to pass. However, the next one stuck out a chunky hand and seemed to be demanding more.
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Blinded, Pyrus felt the earth crack open as his warhammer hit it once more, sending the Guardian who charged him flying back into the Door of Day, hitting it. His eyes cleared for a moment and he saw what was transpiring.
Around Pyrus, twenty husked corpses of his brothers and sisters littered the island-field. Some had been beaten to death, given mighty blows, fatally wounded or were instantaneously killed by a Maiar-blade. Pyrus saw Azura in combat with one Guardian but they were not important. A fireball slammed into the Earth behind Pyrus, causing him to fall to the ground, his hair singed. Behind him three of his allies had been killed by the ball of flames which continued to roll forward. Pyrus noticed the siege craft unloading fire balls and all manner of bolts on his side. But what was truly scary, was a siege craft he had never seen. Something in only his wettest dreams. A rotating automatic giant crossbow which fired dozens of bolts a minute. An entire row of Maiar were blasted into the dust as the siege weapon came to life and unloaded on them, killing both allies and enemies alike. Pyrus saw someone piloting the weapon, aiming it and firing. They were taking heavy casualties because of such siegecraft. There weren't that many Guardians left to defend them, only about eleven and they were engaged in combat against multiple Ainur.
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Some applause was given to the Hobbit and a few elves began to hum the tune or sing their own sorrow tales or heroic symphonies. The long ride eventually culminated in a camp in the wild. Three hundred and thirty-two elves and a Hobbit, camping in the wild. They picked up the next morning and the cycle repeated until they crossed a huge bridge and entered a grassy plain. Now riders split from the main contingent, scouting ahead. Celeborn whispered to Daugo, "These lands were known to be treacherous as vagabonds and hill tribes roam about. Be cautious, Master Burgins." Before continuing onwards. Daugo saw nothing but felt as if eyes watched them from all around...
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When Iver heard Vlad he almost lost it midair and dropped both marco and thoruk to their painfull death. He screeched in confused "You are not real" is what he ment to say before he decided that ignoring the two will probs make them go away.
"Ha, he thinks we're fake." Vlad exclaimed.
"I know. It's almost cute." The Trickster said, tickling Iver's bat-tail.
This continued for hours before both shut up and stopped bothering him. Marco fell asleep on Iver and nearly slipped off once or twice. After some flight Iver heard something. A screech. An echo. Something else in the sky...
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"I know. It's almost cute." The Trickster said, tickling Iver's bat-tail.
This continued for hours before both shut up and stopped bothering him. Marco fell asleep on Iver and nearly slipped off once or twice. After some flight Iver heard something. A screech. An echo. Something else in the sky...
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Iver looked around in fear, what else can both fly and make so much noise? He lowered down, hoping to be less noticeable.
Dimitri looked at the Dunlendlings with suspicion. "What now?" He asks Card. "We should keep moving towards Rohan and beyond. The Doom doesn't wait." He kept his voice low.
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Pyrus realized he had two options. Kill the Guardian or destroy that beautiful seigecraft. Or perhaps he could do both? Pyres would start to spin in a circle his Warhammer stretched out in front of him, after he gained enough speed he would let go of his Warhammer aiming to let it go around to where it would hit the weapon.
After throwing his weapons he would reach behind him and take out his Maiar Blade, then his mace and start to approach the Guardian.
After throwing his weapons he would reach behind him and take out his Maiar Blade, then his mace and start to approach the Guardian.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!! He is a smart one!" The man roared as Sigeric rode past him. They made no effort to stop him and seemed to all be giggling like overexaggerated hyenas. Another two days of riding brought him to the Old Forest Road, which, much to Sigeric's surprise had been paved again and looked much cleaner and safer, though, he shouldn't let his guard down.
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The sound was heard again. Once more, then twice. Iver felt a shadow fall over him...
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The eastern gate lay two days of travel through the darkness of the mountain. Grimnir noted that the inhabitant of this place may still be lurking about. Durin's Bane. The Balrog that had destroyed the Dwarven Capital of Middle-Earth and slain its peoples, its king and halted its most valuable trade. Mithril. Of which he had yet to find any. Strange. He had a tingling sensation of being watched, yet, no matter where he looked he could not find life. As Grimnir ventured deeper into the depths he found himself climbing down into the depths. After nine hours of clanking and clambering through the darkness, he reached the vaults and graves of the Kings. Before him lay a labyrinth of stone and doors. Above each door was a nameplate. He passed many: Nain I, Durin VI, Borin until he reached the last at the end of the halls. Durin 'the Deathless' I. The irony was almost painful. Would Grimnir recite anything before he entered the Tomb of one of the greatest dwarves known to history?
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"It is the Enedwaith. The grassy plains adjacent to Dunlend, Master Burgins." Celeborn said as more riders filtered out into a long-ranged scouting formation. They rode onwards until a rider returned from the column at the east.
"My lord, a dozen tribesmen sighted to the eastern hills. They seem to be watching us but have yet to engage." Then he rode off again to his post.
They continued until nightfall and many of the scouts returned to set up camp and rest. The regular cook started up a fire with a pot of cabbage, carrot and mutton stew to boil. As always, the elves knew how to cook and Daugo found his stomach satisfied. The night was long as he nestled in his tent, wolves howling in the distance. He had nothing to be afraid of? Right? The elves could protect him and even if they couldn't, he was the Behemoth Giant. He had seen its powers through Andreth's eyes. The explosions, the damage, the destruction. He would be fine. Or would he?
Sleep came to him and he awoke in the bitter cold haze of dawn. Many of the elves were up and Lord Celeborn was counseling with some of the officers. They packed up camp, mounted up and rode onwards to the fords of Isen. It was there Daugo saw the Rohirrim. They were a blonde people with green and brown eyes and wore chain and plate and carried a green flag with a steed upon it, they typically were riding great horses that put even the Noldorin ones to shame. Nevertheless, the Rohirrim allowed them to pass after some consultation with Celeborn and the Noldorin column continued, passing into the hilly plains of Rohan. Here Daugo could see the two mountain ranges. The great Misty Mountains far off in the distance and closer were the white stoney mountains to the south.
"The Ered Nimrais," Celeborn said to the Hobbit, "They are a natural barrier for the Reunited Kingdom. They have some of the finest marble stone in Middle-Earth."
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The turret was thrown into the air with its pilot and destroyed. The Guardian pilot fell to the ground and slowly got back up, unsheathing his Maiar-blade as he saw Pyrus approach. He stood up and faced Pyrus and at that point the fallen Maiar recognized the emblem on the Guardian's chest. The symbol of Aule...
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The sound was heard again. Once more, then twice. Iver felt a shadow fall over him...
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The eastern gate lay two days of travel through the darkness of the mountain. Grimnir noted that the inhabitant of this place may still be lurking about. Durin's Bane. The Balrog that had destroyed the Dwarven Capital of Middle-Earth and slain its peoples, its king and halted its most valuable trade. Mithril. Of which he had yet to find any. Strange. He had a tingling sensation of being watched, yet, no matter where he looked he could not find life. As Grimnir ventured deeper into the depths he found himself climbing down into the depths. After nine hours of clanking and clambering through the darkness, he reached the vaults and graves of the Kings. Before him lay a labyrinth of stone and doors. Above each door was a nameplate. He passed many: Nain I, Durin VI, Borin until he reached the last at the end of the halls. Durin 'the Deathless' I. The irony was almost painful. Would Grimnir recite anything before he entered the Tomb of one of the greatest dwarves known to history?
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"It is the Enedwaith. The grassy plains adjacent to Dunlend, Master Burgins." Celeborn said as more riders filtered out into a long-ranged scouting formation. They rode onwards until a rider returned from the column at the east.
"My lord, a dozen tribesmen sighted to the eastern hills. They seem to be watching us but have yet to engage." Then he rode off again to his post.
They continued until nightfall and many of the scouts returned to set up camp and rest. The regular cook started up a fire with a pot of cabbage, carrot and mutton stew to boil. As always, the elves knew how to cook and Daugo found his stomach satisfied. The night was long as he nestled in his tent, wolves howling in the distance. He had nothing to be afraid of? Right? The elves could protect him and even if they couldn't, he was the Behemoth Giant. He had seen its powers through Andreth's eyes. The explosions, the damage, the destruction. He would be fine. Or would he?
Sleep came to him and he awoke in the bitter cold haze of dawn. Many of the elves were up and Lord Celeborn was counseling with some of the officers. They packed up camp, mounted up and rode onwards to the fords of Isen. It was there Daugo saw the Rohirrim. They were a blonde people with green and brown eyes and wore chain and plate and carried a green flag with a steed upon it, they typically were riding great horses that put even the Noldorin ones to shame. Nevertheless, the Rohirrim allowed them to pass after some consultation with Celeborn and the Noldorin column continued, passing into the hilly plains of Rohan. Here Daugo could see the two mountain ranges. The great Misty Mountains far off in the distance and closer were the white stoney mountains to the south.
"The Ered Nimrais," Celeborn said to the Hobbit, "They are a natural barrier for the Reunited Kingdom. They have some of the finest marble stone in Middle-Earth."
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The turret was thrown into the air with its pilot and destroyed. The Guardian pilot fell to the ground and slowly got back up, unsheathing his Maiar-blade as he saw Pyrus approach. He stood up and faced Pyrus and at that point the fallen Maiar recognized the emblem on the Guardian's chest. The symbol of Aule...
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"Because I was a Maia of Aule I will try to reason with you. If you join my master you shall be free, no more with the constant following the rules of Manwë. With a new life you gain new powers. I myself have already unlocked powers Aule never taught me. Join and you to will learn new powers, if not I'm sure my fellow's will find great joy in sending you to the abyss. This is your only chance brother." He would tell the guardian, readying his own Maiar Blade and mace.
"Pyrus?" The Guardian said recognizing him. "You're with Morgoth now? Yo-You betrayed us. How could you?" The Guardian said, holding his ground. Pyrus recognized his voice. He remembered it from long ago in the War for the Sake of the Elves. It was Calon, a warrior Maia of Aule. They had worked together and fought together from the very start. Calon had even defended Pyrus when Aule's anger came down upon them both for creating weapons that could hurt the Children of Illuvitar. Calon had been punished and offered himself as a tribute to the Guardians of the Doors. It was because of Pyrus that Calon was here, defending the Door of Day for his entire existence.
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"Calon?" He said lowering his weapons, out of all of his brothers and sisters he was the closest he had ever been. That machine, it all started to connect. "Calon I was betrayed and being hunted down by Manwë scions and soldiers. Morgoth found me first however and offered me freedom. I had no choice brother, I was lost, alone and....afraid. I can't bring myself to harm you, not after everything. Please. For the sake of kinship just consider joining, if not for Morgoth than for me. Please." He'd beg lowering his weapons slightly.
"I'm sorry, Pyrus. But I swore a vow. I cannot abandon my post, even for you." Calon said.
Around them, the dissidents had decimated the front lines and made it to the siegecraft. The last of the Guardians continued to fight, protecting the Door and the prison beneath it.
"Manwe is hard as steel but Ulmo will understand. Talk to him, Pyrus, or walk away. Otherwise, I shall do my duty." He raised his Maiar-blade and gave Pyrus the choice.
He could run and be considered a coward by his brothers and sisters, he could retreat to Valinor and be an enemy of Morgoth, he may not even gain an audience and might be killed on the spot. Or, he could finish what he came here for and earn a higher status with Morgoth.
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Around them, the dissidents had decimated the front lines and made it to the siegecraft. The last of the Guardians continued to fight, protecting the Door and the prison beneath it.
"Manwe is hard as steel but Ulmo will understand. Talk to him, Pyrus, or walk away. Otherwise, I shall do my duty." He raised his Maiar-blade and gave Pyrus the choice.
He could run and be considered a coward by his brothers and sisters, he could retreat to Valinor and be an enemy of Morgoth, he may not even gain an audience and might be killed on the spot. Or, he could finish what he came here for and earn a higher status with Morgoth.
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Cardiloc left the city with Ha'zi and Dimitri, once they were out unless they were stopped a few miles away in some kind of wilderness Cardiloc transformed back into a dragon and flew off towards the Adorn and home.