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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Dimitri heard the thunder and then something else. The cracking of the sky. The breaking of the sound barrier. If he looked up he would see a fiery ball descending downwards.

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Pyrus would crouch down and close the eyes of Calan wishing him a happy life in the abyss. Standing up he would look around the assembled Maiar. "Ropes and chains! We've got to get these things back to Mordor!" He would tell the group, crouching down once again he would search for any siege craft plans on Calons body, if he found nothing he would go to retrieve his Warhammer while also looking for plans amongst the rubble of the siege craft.
 
"Tulkas gives me strength." Dimitri prayed. He kept running, even when his legs ached and energy slow left his body. But the thought of seeing the White Tree in Minas Tirith and the Golden Hall kept him moving.
 
As Dimitri ran away he heard the fireball land with a deafening roar behind him. Though, he felt none of the blast or its effects. If he turned around he would see his adoptive parents house, burning, the roof blasted through....

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'Keep running, keep moving. Run till your feet bleed, then run some more. They would want you to live. Tulkas wants you to live.' the voice hissed. It urged him on. He won't stop, he can't stop.
 
He heard a scream and a shout. The voice of his parents. Would he turn back?

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Sigeric continued riding through Mirkwood, unable to forget about the mushroom incident. The sooner he arrived at the other end of this Valar-forsaken forest, the better. Eventually, he began to hear the roar of rushing water. A familiar sound. The River Running, which flowed south from the Lonely Mountain and crossed through the easternmost edge of Mirkwood, before continuing to the southeast to meet the Redwater. Near the confluence of those two rivers lay Sigeric's ancestral home. His family's seat of power was far from the capital, at the edge of Dale's borders. Despite being regarded as a lesser house by those closer to the city of Dale, they still had no lack of influence within the border region itself. Sigeric rode north, following the river.
 
"Kill the Karoltai!" Dimitri heard the shout. "Execute these two. Manwe wishes it."

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It had been a few days of riding when he reached his old lands. He saw vast improvements. There were mills everywhere and boats on the river, with fisherman in them. He saw a father and two sons sitting in one and couldn't help but wonder about his own family...

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Dimitri tossed down the bundle and turned to face his foes. He gets out his dagger and cuts his hand, knowing his purpose: kill the enemy with lethal prejudice. 'Any advice, lads?' he asked the voices in his head.
 
No advice came as he transformed into the Dwarf Giant.

Dimitri saw his mother and father laid out on the porch with three Maia wearing white armour surrounding them. Two had begun to follow after Dimitri but stopped short when they saw the Dwarf.

"Take it down." One said, raising his hand to the sky. A thunderous fireball came roaring down upon the Dwarf and lightning flew out and electrocuted Dimitri's Giant, yet that did not stop him.

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Dimitri sought to pick them off, one by one, or at least spread them out. He takes a few steps back and searches around for a large stone or tree. He also tries to dodge the fireball.
 
"Frodo Baggins. No, I haven't had the pleasure, but I've heard of him and met his uncle once a long time ago. I gather the chap is quite popular these days?"
 
The fireball smashed into the earth where he used to stand, he easily evaded it with his quick speed. Dimitri remembered the previous shifter's memories and used them to his advantage. There were many trees nearby but no large stones. Two Maiar rushed out with Maiar-blades drawn to fight Dimitri whilst out of the fireball appeared three more, it seemed these were neither the Scions nor the Sentinels but mere soldiers of some sort.

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"He was the one to throw the ring of power into Mordor."
"Yea, he defeated Sauron. A hobbit! Can you believe it?"
"Quiet down, Erkenbrand is returning, Elfhelm."
The group shut up.

The Rohirrim with the red shield returned, riding up to the front of the elven column.

"You may camp. The King shall have an audience with you within the hours." The man said, leading them behind the city so that the three hundred and twenty-three elves could set up camp. Celeborn along with Daugo and four other elves followed Erkenbrand into the city, passing the wooden houses and blonde haired, blue eyes peoples. The Eorlings, more commonly called Rohirrim. They were taken up the stone stairs to the Golden Hall of Meduseld and entered its doors to see the King of Rohan. A rather young fellow with a fine blonde beard and a head of light brown hair dressed in simple garment tunics. Next to him was a smaller seat, the Queen obviously, who had dark hair and looked much paler in tone than her husband who was tanned red.

"Welcome guests." The King addressed them, standing up. Many others in the Golden Hall stood, including his wife, and they received the elves with smiles and salutations.

"Hail, King Eomer, son of Eomund, Lord of Edoras." Celeborn said, taking a deep bow to the King. The other elves bowed and Daugo found himself in a rather awkward situation. He saw Celeborn tap his thigh gently, indicating for him to bow.

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Dimitri tries to draw from experience learned from memories and try to kill the nearest Maia with a swift strike with his claw/hand. He got into range quite quickly thanks to his speed, and could get out equally swift.
 
Daugo had never had to bow before; in fact he thought he had never met a king, unless Celeborn or one of those elves was one. He wasn't so dense, though, that he would dare to offend the Rohirrim king, this young straw-haired man, so he bows down grudgingly, but with a solemnity in his face to match that of his riding-mates.

"Hail, Eomer King!" he said, trying to sound important.
 
His thoughts drifted to the Enedwaithrim, now conquerers and the men who had killed his siblings and his father. No help would come to them now, he wished to burn their civilisation to the ground for what their raiders did to him. But that would do little to help against the fight to destroy Morgoth. But his families justice would come but too much time had been delayed.

Cardiloc savoured the moment with his mother, after so much tragedy there was a moment of respite he pulled Ela in. Before he heard the thunder, he turned towards the door and then the fireball was heard as well. "Something's wrong, I want both of you to hide. Ela lead your mother to some kind of cave, you'll be safe there." He instructed the both of them, then remembering he was still out there. Ha'zi.

Cardiloc ran for the door pulling both his mother and Ela along, pushing it open he turned back to them "Go, find safety before its too late." He told the pair, before setting off to search for Ha'zi at a swift sprint. "Ha'zi!!!" He shouted out.
 
Dimitri managed to slash down one of the Maiar that appeared out of the recent fireball, the other two dodged his charge, falling back.

"BRING HIM DOWN!" One of them shouted at the other. Both were unarmed yet their hands lit into flames and began to throw balls of fire at Dimitri, burning his skin.

The Forochelrim heard a cry from behind, his mother's.

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Ha'zi heard his name being called. He had heard the thunder, the sky, and seen the fireballs landing a couple miles away. Something was happening.

Ela took the hand of her blind mother and led her away, heading south-west along the river.

Cardiloc couldn't find the boy and saw another fireball descending in the distance...

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"What brings the Elves of Rivendell into the Mark?" The King asked as the elves began to rise.

"Dark tidings, I fear, your grace." Celeborn addressed him, "The Enemy has returned."

"Sauron was defeated a year ago. How is this possible?" Many others in the Meduseld began to talk quietly, whispering about the elves and the hobbit.

"It is his master. An old enemy that was locked away. Morgoth, the First Dark Lord, who caused unending pain to the elves and men of the first age, our ancestors. He is infinitely more dangerous than Sauron the Deceiver and has escaped from his prison. According to the prophecies of the Elder Days, since the locking of Morgoth, it as claimed that he would break out of his prison and return to Middle-Earth to wreak untold havoc upon Men, Elves and Dwarves. A series of events has led to our information of the Enemy's return." Celeborn turned to Daugo, "This hobbit is one of a few that hold an incredible power within them. He has informed us of Morgoth's return and we intend to put a stop to his devilry before it can come to fruition."

The hall quieted as the King seemed to be thinking.
"And what proof is there that this enemy has returned? I would much like to see what this incredible power is that this hobbit holds. Speak, hobbit. What proof do you have of this Mooorgoth?" Eomer King asked Daugo.

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"Alright, round 'em up and let's go." Tulkas said to Stadus, Chieftan of his Champions. "Time to kill Morgoth."

"Attention!" Shouted Stadus to a dozen of the Champions who were carrying all manner of weapons from axes to halberds to fancied throwing stars and some sort of thin long-blades called katanas. Around twenty male and female Maiar gathered around Tulkas and Stadus whilst Eonwe and Turin sat back a few paces on a couple of crates in the yard.

They were apparently in some training camp in the Pelori mountains where Tulkas' champions wrestled and trained in high altitude conditions, fighting in the snow and across the plateaus.
Eonwe and Turin had become good associates whilst Tulkas went around with his champions, discussing the plans and details on how they would assault Morgoth's lair. Apparently even Tulkas believed he had taken residence in Mordor. It was, after all, one of the better locations in Middle-Earth for defensive purposes and on top of that would allow Morgoth cover from the eyes of Men in order to acheive his goals. Them being the resurrection of his most foul followers.

Turin was not one for chatting and niether was Eonwe. Both had enjoyed the silence of each other's presence and contemplated the logistics behind it all. Turin had been concerned with his role after ending Morgoth. The man simply did not know what to do. And Eonwe, to a similar degree, had the same concerns. What would he do? He couldn't return to Valinor, not after what happened with Manwe. His only current shield was Tulkas. And Manwe was not one to take a gamble with Tulkas. A slight smile crossed Eonwe's lips. He could try to live in Middle-Earth among men and dwarves, yet that was not what his heart desired. Maybe. Finally. Yes. He would do it. Arien. He'd visit her The Maia looked up and saw the sun, his smile widening, his blue eyes filled with light. Yes. He would see her.
"Arien. Once this is over, I'll be with you." He whispered to himself.

"What?" Turin asked, turning to him.

"Oh. Just a promise." Eonwe said to the man. "For an old friend."

"At least you have some." Turin still felt the ache in his heart from Niniel, the sorrow and pain caused by Morgoth to his family was the only thing that kept him going forward. He had nothing else to live for.

"Do not jape, Turin. You have friends out there. Some in Mandos' Halls, some in Valinor, and some," Eonwe looked at him, "In Eru's care. When this is over, you may visit them all. And perhaps reconsider your current stance."

"Hmm." Turin murmured to that. They continued to watch Tulkas drill his Champions, wrestling with all of them at once and seemingly laughing as he trashed them in combat with only his fists.

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The Maiar assembled around Pyrus with ropes and chains and had already begun to leash them onto the cage bars with the frozen people inside. Pyrus could see many of them were human and some were even dwarves. A couple even looked deformed with strange augmentations and ailments to their bodies.

Pyrus found no siegecraft schemes on the ground. Calon and the other dead, about sixty-one Maiar, twenty-five dead Guardians and thirty-six dead dissidents of Valinor, scattered across the ground. Most of the bodies were just left there, looted and to rot.

"Shouldn't we just open the cage and carry them back to Mordor? Instead of dragging the entire thing?" Azura asked Pyrus. A couple of Maia muttered in agreement with her statement.

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Cardiloc breathed a sigh of relief, if he could contain the fight it would not spill out of control and cost the lives of his family. But he needed to find Ha'zi and Dimitri. He kept on calling the boys name, hoping to find him.
 
Ha'zi's dreamt of his trips to Far Harad's vast jungles with his mother when he was about 8 or 9. The Mors were rather poor citizens of Harad, and they were short on money for food. So Ha'zi's mother, Dace Mor, would secretly go on trips for the familiy to Far Harad with Ha'zi to bring in food for their household. Lod, his father, was fine with his wife's frequent hunting expeditions, as his job as a merchant left him little time to watch the boy, but worried for Ha'zi's safety. Dace reminded him that Ha'zi was in good hands, she used to hunt as a child, too, so she knew how to keep them safe.

The dream was focused on one specific trip: the day he saw his first Mumakil. They were doing small game hunts at the time, Dace was showing Ha'zi how to properly shoot a bow at a bird that had yet to see them, when there was a large tremor in the jungle. The ground and the trees shook and rumbled, many birds and small mammals soon departed from their spot to flee from the the source of these disruptions. Ha'zi backed away with his mother, eyes wide, "Wha-what's happening, ma? What is it?" Dace looked down to the boy, and motioned for him to stay quiet, a small smile on her face. They crouched down in the grass as a behemoth of a creature appeared, tusks as long and sharper than pikes, feet wider than barrels, and grey, tough skin rippling with muscles: a Mumakil, also known as the oliphaunt.

Ha'zi stared in awe at the Mumakil. He had never seen something so massive, so frightening, so... majestic. However, he had heard of them before. The Mors once lived near a Haradrim military camp, and there was the occasional cry and trumpeting from a Mumakil, then soon the sound of the ground quaking, as the Southrons were taming these beasts for war. Ha'zi had heard descriptions and tales of the beasts from his friends whose parents worked as soldiers or those who tried to see the creatures themselves. He was one of the latter, but unfortunately for Ha'zi, his family moved as his parents thought the area was unsafe if the beasts ever were to escape.

Now, he could clearly see why. They could probably impale 1.. no, at least 10, people at once, feet that could trample many, and is large enough to just out right frighten. But he.. he only saw it's beauty, not the harm it could pose. Then, another thought came to mind. If he brought down a Mumakil, his family would no longer be poor! They could finally move away from the poor parts of Harad. Giddy at the prospect of this, the boy grabbed his spear and aimed it at the beast's face. "Ha'zi!" His mother hissed, "Put that away, you're going to get us killed!" The boy gulped, and put it down gently, "Sorry, ma."

After the Mumakil finally moved on, Dace turned to Ha'zi, "It's ok, Ha'zi. I just don't want you to get hurt, you know? I love you with all my heart, Ha'zi. I couldn't bear to lose you." He hugged her, "I love you too, ma. I don't want to lose you, either." When they were done, Ha'zi and his mother spent some time in the jungle hunting small game, then finally left to return home with their prizes...

Ha'zi woke up from this happy dream, a tear coming down his face. Cardiloc was wrong, even if his father sold him away... he still loved the boy, and Ha'zi loved both of his parents. They had always cared and provided for him, in a time when they could only afford a tent as a living space. And more than anything, he wanted to be with them. To tell them the things he's done and seen, the people he met, the creatures he'd seen. A sad smile came to Ha'zi as he thought of describing the crocolion to his mother. She.. she would be proud of him. At least, he hoped so.

As Ha'zi was still processing these thoughts, he heard a voice calling him. Card? What did he want? To tell him that Lesier thought he was weak, so that's why he gave his spear to the Dunlending? He didn't want to go to Cardiloc, but he knew it must be important.

When he gathered his things, he heard and saw something coming down in the sky. Oh no... fireballs. More Maiar. That must be what Card wants me for. He grabbed his items with new haste, then ran to where he thought the cabin was, calling for the Dunlending, "CARD! Card, I'm here! Where are you!?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
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