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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Cardiloc ran into Ha'zi, knocking him to the ground by accident. "Shit, sorry!" He apologised to Ha'zi, pulling him up. "The Maiar are here, Dimitri is likely already engaged with them. I'll transform into a dragon, stand back." He instructed him, running almost 50 metres away he transformed into a huge fire drake. He motioned to Ha'zi to climb onto his back and flew off when he was on. Heading towards Dimitri.
 
"Oof," Ha'zi grunted as he was knocked into. He grabbed Card's hand and pulled himself up, brushing off dust. "Yeah, I thought so. I hope Dimitri is ok." He backs far away as Cardiloc transforms then climbs on his back, spear ready to fight.
 
As Cardiloc turned into a dragon he saw more ahead of him with his stronger eyesight.

He noticed the Dwarf Giant battling with multiple figures on the ground. They were throwing fireballs at him whilst other fireballs carrying more Maia crashed into the ground around Dimitri. He was being overwhelmed.

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Iver would land not far from erebor but still out of sight. After leaving his bat form he said "Thoruk, you go to erebor and ill go to dale. Marco you can join whoever you want" Before he started walking to his home city. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]
 
"I'll go with you," Marco said to Iver, following him on the way to Dale.

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Whilst Sigeric contemplated the names of his family, he heard some voices.

"Just a little to the left."
"Please, please, please, please."
"That's pretty good."
"Wonder when he'll find out about the scheme."
"Haha, easy as pie."

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Iver walked his way to Dale but he didnt head to the king's place, he walked toward his old house.
He passed the streets he used to walk as a child, and some new streets that were added lately. He saw that some houses were destroyed, some remade and some were left, untouched by passing time.
He felt weird, it was like visiting an old and known place yet every time he took a turn he saw something new, something that wasnt there before.
He roamed the streets, confused. His beloved known city was no more and she was replaced by something familiar yet different.
He found his street and rushed home. Did his house changed? How did the time and war effected his home?
 
Sigeric was uncertain about the well-being of his house, but he knew that he could not abandon his mission. Eonwe had told the group that Dale had been assaulted by the forces of Sauron. If they had invaded from the south or the east, Redhaven would be a keystone in Dale's border defenses. His family stronghold could withstand a siege, and his father, Lord Sigmund, was a competent tactician. He was mainly concerned about his older brother, Sigurd. Knowing him, he would have led the defense personally, and charged out of the gates. His heart sank as he realized that they would all be 20 years older than when he last saw them. They probably thought that he was dead. Sigeric's thoughts were interrupted by several voices nearby. He turned to investigate.
 
Daugo knew what character to put on for this instance, he had used Daugo the Prophet before... But then he thought about it, and settled on being as honest as he could. "Your Grace, Lords of the Rohirrim," he said, nodding slightly in their general directions, "my word does not carry even half as much weight as does Master Celeborn's. It is wise to listen to what he says. I am but a simple hobbit of Bree, but in the last... twenty years, or so, I have been subjected to terrible hardships and have borne witness to the most incredible of events. I was there when he, Morgoth Bauglir, Father of Darkness, the First Enemy, was brought back into the world. In fact, I was forced to help make this happen. I saw him with my own eyes."

Then he tapped a little into Andreth's memories. His face darkened. "He is... He is terror incarnate. Looking at him is like looking at the very nightmares you wish you never dream, like all the evil in the world piled up to give him life, though it was the other way around. The ground shivers and whimpers with every step he takes, the air around him quivers with death, and the Sun herself cowers behind thick clouds. He is power, unfathomable power. And he has come." As he remembered Morgoth, he got more and more scared himself. He had never thought about him so much...

He went on. "I cannot give you proof of his coming back, but I can give you proof of my powers, which were used to bring him back and I intend to use against him." He breathed in deep, ready for the pain, before scratching his arm with all his might, hoping to create a nice, long gash to scare the horse-lords, while praying to the fucking Valar not to let him transform right then and there. Thankfully he knew how to control himself, or rather, Andreth knew.
 
Iver found his family home had been removed and replaced with something else. Something even more glorious. A great mansion stood upon the foundations of his old home with huge rectangular tinted windows and dwarven and Dalish architecture clearly present in the carvings on the huge mahogany doors, the beautiful ponds that layout front in a little garden and the stone-path that led to the house's doors, a white picket fence surrounded the front garden.

"Is this yours?" Marco asked Iver, admiringly.

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Sigeric found no one around him. In the distance were some fisherman on the river, there was a shepherd taking his sheep across the bridge, a lumberjack hauling a log back with his friend and a miller's wife pulling roots out of the ground. Sigeric saw most were silent and some like the lumberjacks were talking, however, he could not hear them from his current location. Yet..still the voice came.

"After this one, I'll meet up with Jarais."
"Yeah, almost there."
"Stupid fool."
"And that's the last one for the day, time to head in."

Who in the void was speaking?

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The Eorlings watched on as Daugo spoke and some retched when they saw the Hobbit slice open his arm with the shark-tooth blade (I assumed you used it).

"What madness?" One of the men called out.
"An outrage!" The Queen exclaimed looking away.

Yet Eomer looked on, interested to see where this was going. Daugo's wrist opened up and he bled out onto the floor for a few seconds before the wound started to seal up, steam rising from it in a slight haze.

"How is this possible? How did you witness Mooorgoth yourself?" Eomer asked, raising his hand tot he audience.

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As Thoruk walks towards the gate of their mighty dwarven kingdom he glances at the statues next to it. "Aye, good ol memories" he says. He stoppes for a few seconds and turns towards Dale before turning around again "Feels like ages, I wonder what kinda familiar faces I'll see."
 
Cardiloc ascended into the sky, facing down at the battle. "You want to jump?" He questioned Hazi, rearing his head down.
 
((I wasn't entirely sure I still had it so I left it up to the imagination xd))
"It's an exceedingly long story that involves me getting enslaved and the vessel transporting me being shipwrecked on an island prison created for some of Morgoth's vilest weapons; this is where I got my powers. But the essence of it is that me and several others were tricked and, in some cases, forced to participate in a ritual to bring back Morgoth. And now, here we are, warning you of what is to come. I beg of you to listen."
 
'Bleedin' hell, little cunts can't fight properly.' Dimitri cursed, which came through as wild roars from his giant. He keeps pushing through towards the next Maia, attempting to kill it by slicing it in half. After that, he would move back to give himself some room.
 
"Ye-yeah s-sure, but could you g-get me closer down? I-i don't want to hurt a-any innocents accidentally." Ha'zi gulps.
 
Sigeric continued to look around, confused. This had to be at least the third different set of voices to enter his head. Except, this time was different. Multiple voices, without cohesion. They did not seem to be addressing him directly, either. Suddenly, an idea occurred to Sigeric. Perhaps these voices were not trespassing in his own mind. Perhaps he was hearing the thoughts of others... Sigeric gave one last glance at the nearby villagers, before continuing north to Dale. He looked back into the memories of the Guardian shifter, Berra, and tried to remember any similar ability. Sigeric had been avoiding looking into the depths of the previous shifter's memories. He feared losing his own identity in the vortex of thoughts that were not his own.
 
There were many dwarves going in and out of Erebor, the mighty dwarven gates wide open as Dalish caravans took wares to and fro. Thoruk saw many a dwarf gathered around the city and that the signs of the recent battles were still there. Some boulders had remained unmoved from being tossed by enemy siege artillery meanwhilst there were some burn marks that had remained in certain areas of the forest around the valley-floor.

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The door opened after two minutes of waiting. A man in a bathrobe, with old grey hair and a entrepreneurs smile answered the door with a glass of wine in his hands, sipping it during the afternoon, "What do you want?" He asked looking at Iver and Marco. Iver had deja vu. He was looking at his father. A few exceptions. He had gotten fatter, much fatter, had greying hair and was still the rich asshole he had been years ago, with that churlish smile on his lips. He did not seem to recognize Iver.

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Eomer's eyes were on Daugo. The hobbit felt as if he was being stared straight through. The King had yet to speak when the other Rohirrim began to argue.

"And we're supposed to believe this nonsense?"
"An island? Moooorgoth? What gibberish! Praise Bema for not letting this delusional blind us."
"There are tales of a Dark Lord before Sauron, an evil Master. So, he isn't making this up."
"Of course he is! Look at him. A hobbit with magiks that is attempting to deceive us into a fool's errand."
"Why would an Elven Lord vouch for him if he was incorrect?"
"Shut up you fools, the King is thinking. Allow him silence." Erkenbrand silenced them.

Eomer waited until they quieted down again.
"And you believe this Hobbit?" The King inquired to Celeborn.
"Yes. In Rivendell there was an incident where ancient beings with great power had attempted to stop the Hobbit and his companions. It resulted in the deaths of many of my fellow kinsmen. If we are to prevent more deaths, then I believe, we must stop this Dark Lord. Yes, I vouch for, Mister Daugo Burgins, for that is his name."

"And you?" Eomer turned to the Hobbit, "You partook in a ceremony to release this Dark Lord, did you not? How can I trust you not to be an agent of his?"

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The Maia tried to dodge his swipe but the Dwarf Giant's claws were too quick and Dimitri cut him in half. His friend, enraged by this, began to burn. Her entire body, armor, everything melting off her as she turned into a fire spirit and flew into the air above Dimitri, letting loose a torrent of flames upon him. It was like raining fire and his skin burnt to the touch.

Ha'zi and Cardiloc were above the fight shortly and saw Dimitri getting plastered by some sort of fiery demon flying through the air.

Around him, multiple other Maia had begun to appear. A total of maybe twenty emerging from the forests.

Both the boys could see two people shackled at the front porch of a burnt house and three Maia standing over them.

"SURRENDER, KAROLTAI. AND WE SHALL SPARE THEIR LIVES!" The voice of one of the Maia boomed at them all. Ha'zi and Cardiloc could see that he had raised a sword above the neck of an old man and was awaiting an answer.

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Sigeric experienced quite a set of memories. From some memorable ones of Berra and her friends being tortured, yes quite memorable indeed, to those of her using her abilities to build bridges in Angband between the Thangorodrim for Morgoth, then to others of her making sweet, sweet love to a certain Destroyer Giant Shifter, though, that relationship ended rather quickly. None of these memories gave any idea to what was happening to him. And the voices became louder as he approached Dale. People began to stream by. Men on barges sailing south to Dorwinion, riders on horses going west into Eryn Lasgalen, farmers, fisherman, villages and stablehands. He passed them all. Even merchants and soldiers. Eventually the voices reached a point where all Sigeric could hear was screaming. His head was about to explode from it all. He saw the city of Dale ahead of him, past Esgaroth upon the Longlake.

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Iver took his hat off. "Father? Its me, Iver" He said with tears in his eyes. He missed his dad, even though he was somewhat a jerk he was still his father and he cared for him and loved him.
 
Daugo shrugs slightly. "I've got two children, Gully and Bum. I swear to you, on their lives, that I am not in league with the Enemy, for, if he wins, then my sons will die. That's the best I can give you, Your Grace. It is up to you to decide whether this is enough."
 
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