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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"The so called valar who don't care about you or this world? Your wasting your faith there, they have deceived you." Cardiloc shook his head.
 
"I take it they won't be doing anything anytime soon," said Daugo as they left Edoras proper. "I thought for a second I might've convinced the King."
 
"funny thing. I got caught by the city guard who sold me to slavers, the slaver's ship crashed on an island where I've been stuck for the last 20 years" Iver said, knowing that if he will tell his father the real story he wouldn't believe him. "So, I see you did pretty well in the last 20 years" he said knowing that his father's pride well get talking for at least 20 minutes straight at the best scenario.
 
After not failing to find any blueprints Pyrus was about to try and summon chains himself when Azura asked him why they couldn't take the monsters out. What did she mean? Turning around to look at the cage he first noticed the inhabitants, men, dwarf, and things that looked like Iver. Immensely grotesque. The second thing he noticed was that the other Maiar had slung their chains and rope around the prison itself. Pyrus would visibly pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh, holding out his hand he would say to himself "It's okay. This can be fixed." "If I'm going to be honest with you I expected you guys to do exactly that. I'd recommend you guys start to get your ropes and chains off the cage." He would say heading over to the door and bringing his Warhammer down upon it if it didn't have a lock.
 
"Men are painfully scrupulous. Our goal was to inform them and that we did. Tomorrow we ride for Minas Tirith and the Land of Stone, Master Burgins." Celeborn told him.

They returned to the camp outside of Edoras and it was still being set up and a fire started with food being cooked, salted meat on skewers. Daugo saw the riders of Rohan, caravans along the North-South road and various other bypassers, including a group of dwarves which walked in from the west and entering the city. The Riddermark was a beautiful place with roaming hills and sprawling golden plains. The sunset and it was glorious. Elves gathered around the campfire and began to take wooden plates and started to fill them with salted meat. A Rivendell sirloin was served to Daugo.

"So, you have seen Morgoth?" One of the scouts asked him, "What was he like? Mighty? Terrible? Did he smell like death?"
A few chuckled at that.

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"Don't listen to them, Mineltar!" The flaming Maia said, flying around Dimitri to avoid his attacks, unleashing a hail of fire onto his Giant's back.

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"Damn it, Iver. You should've hired body guards or bribed those sad shits who took you!" His father said, showing legitimate concern for him, "If you had you could've returned with a bucketload of profit and we could be much more richer. That and you'd be here," he laughed.

"And yeah, for the past twenty years I've gone from a Merchant to Regional Trade Guild Manager to Director of International Trade and now I'm the Minister of Trade." He smiled, kicking over a nearby candlestick with his boot.

"See that," he pointed at it, "That was from Mistrand, the capital of Rhun. It cost me thirty gold and it's made from shards of obsidian. It's worthless to me. I have fifty of them back in a closet. Money is worthless to me." Iver noticed the lack of 'us' when he spoke.

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The cage lock cracked open under Pyrus' warhammer. The Maia began to remove their chains and follow in Pyrus' feet.
"Okay," Another one known as Lem said, "What next?"
"The bodies," Azura whispered to Pyrus, "Tell them to collect the bodies." She nudged him on.

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Sadly, Grimnir found his pockets empty. The man stared at him.

"One gold." He huffed.

What would he do?

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Grimnir'd look at the man, "I am the blood of Durin the Deathless, I have his Axe and I need to head to Erebor." He'd say as he plays with the Axe. "I know you beornings, most of them, good folk, dont dissapoint that view".
 
Dimitri ignored the fire. It tickled him, felt almost like a feather. He walked slowly towards the Maia holding his father and mother hostage. "Long ago, the Edain were hunted like rats and tortured by a Maia named Sauron and his cruel minions. They hunted us relentlessly, butchering everyone in the their paths to find even one remotely important person. Then, your kind came and saved us. You were hailed as heroes by the Children of Illuvatar, for you protected the innocent and put the orcs to the sword. But now, times have changed. Evil has returned to Middle-Earth. The Maia now have reversed the roles. One of them seeks to put innocents to the sword and protect the orc and his dark master from death. If you plunge your sword into those people, you will be no better than the orc and Sauron. The actions of the past, praised across all time, will be destroyed in a second. But if you don't, you will maintain and enhance the legacy Manwe, the Valar, and all the Maia worked hard to maintain. Do not shame the West. Do what is right."
 
A smile cracked across his face. "I may have been a bit overly colourful with my description," he said, "but the threat remains."
 
With Azuras statement he was suddenly hit with the realization that his brothers and sister were possibly looking at him with a leadership status. The fuck? Anyways he would smile and nod to Azura "Alright, collect the bodies, make sure you tie they're limbs together as best as you can, we don't want the, to escape or kill us." He'd say going to try and picture metal chains once again.
 
"My life has been nothing but strange powers and occult events ever since I set foot on that island." Sigeric replied dryly. He hoped that he would not end up as deranged as Iver. Sigeric wondered whether the merchant and company had arrived yet. He had no doubt that their fool's errand to Mount Gundabad had been fruitless. Riding towards the gates of Dale, Sigeric took in the sight of the familiar city.
 
"I see......." He said. "Anyways it will be nicer to talk after I'll take a shower and won't smell like horse shit" he continues. "Anyways that guy out there is Marco and he helped me escape the island. I believe I owe him at least a shower and a good meal"
 
"How 'bout you pay us later, then?" The Beorning told Grimnir, digesting the lies and staring at his fearsome axe. "Go on through," he stepped aside to allow Grimnir passage.

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Is this right? Mineltar questioned himself, holding the old man down. He had killed before. Orcs. Men. Vile things and innocents. All in the name of Manwe. All at his beck and call. Why was he questioning his orders? No. He couldn't. He wasn't like the others. Like Mairon who became cruel after disobeying the Valar, like Ilmare who was deceived from the righteous path, like Eonwe who fell from grace. They all had one thing in common. They disobeyed the Valar. The Valar were righteous. They were correct. This. All of this. It had to be for something. The deaths. The cruelty. There must be a greater cause. Of course there was. And these people, these Giants, they were blind.

"I AM DOING WHAT IS RIGHT!" He proclaimed to them. "SINCE YOU WILL NOT YIELD, I WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE THESE PEOPLE BACK TO MANWE!" He ended, allowing them to imagine what the leader of the Valar would do to Dimitri's adoptive parents. Then he called to his compatriots, "Scions, form up and retreat back to the Blessed Realm!"

Dimitri saw Mineltar lower the blade from his old man's throat and grab both his parents. A ball of flames wrapped around them and they shot up into the air, breaking the sound barrier. The Flaming Maia who was burning Dimitri stopped and flew into the air as well, turning into a fireball. The other Maia similarily began to fly into the sky, disappearing with thunderous booms. They were gone. The Scions of Manwe. His adoptive parents. And who knew what fate lay ahead for them...

Cardiloc and Ha'zi saw the Maia retreat. Dimitri's words had a major effect on the outcome of this battle. Two Maia bodies lay ripped apart on the floor. Two soldiers following orders. Two casualties of this war. And they would not be the last.

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"You're alright, Master Hobbit." The elf stated, "Up for a drink?" He raised a glass and poured it before offering it to Daugo. The others watched on, amused.

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Metal chains appeared in Pyrus' hands, materializing out of the air. The exact ones he needed.

"Roger that." Rios, a Maia of Varda said as he chained the limbs together and carried one of the frozen people out on his shoulder. Lem and the rest did the same and pulled the rest of the dwarves and men out of the cage. They were frozen in a trance of sorts, a sleeping spell of sorts, perhaps?
"What now?" Lem asked.

"Tell them to return to Morgoth," Azura said to Pyrus. It was clear that there was no official leader of this group. Morgoth was their boss but none of these fallen Maia had attempted to claim a leadership role. Would Pyrus?

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"Your life. You still haven't considered the fact you're immortal now." Berra mused, "And you've had a fortunate life. I mean, compared to mine. You saw my memories. I was a gutter rat raised in poverty in the wilds. My people were killed and enslaved by the armies of Morgoth. He slew my family in front of me and kept me as a pet. A play thing. Experiemented on me. Turned me into a monster. Forced me into this plan, this game, this story of his. But I refused to play it. I made a family. I had friends. I lived happily on that island. For nearly two centuries. Until the day you showed up. My world changed. My family, friends, everything. And I died, and you survived. And now we're here. It's a strange world, Sigeric. And now we're apart of one another. Anyway, I'll stop bothering you. Remember what I taught you and next time you want to transform quickly, try biting down on your tongue or something. It's faster, a bit painful but more effective. Always keep a goal in mind. I'll be around, mate." Berra spoke to him and left, disappearing from his consciousness as he strode through the open gates and into the city.

Dale was absolutely beautiful. He saw signs of recent destruction. Some fires in the city had left burn marks on the stones, a few houses had changed and some roads had been broken, but mostly everything was the same. He saw the high streets which led up to the King's Hall at the top of the hill.

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"Go on, bring him in," Iver's father said, giving him the directions to the bathrooms, "And remember, don't use my lavender oil or the orange coloured towels." He added, jokingly.

Iver found Marco outside and after a nice, hot, warm, steamy shower he found himself, for the first time in a long time, relaxed. Marco was still bathing, he apparently did not do it as often as Iver had.

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"Egil died in the Battle of Dale. He was part of the personal guard of the King and died with him." His father said, seeming rather dejected, "Erica married some Laketown boy and moved out to Esgaroth. I disagreed with her choice." His father told him, sighing and lounging on the couch.

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Where would Grimnir go to reach Erebor? Would he head to the Old Forest Road or go around Mirkwood?

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"We've brought them some time at least.." Cardiloc sighed, flying down to the house with Ha'zi. He landed with a great thud, cocking his head towards Dimitri he spoke. "Did you know them?" He questioned the Forelchrim man.
 
"Fuck it," Ha'zi angrily swore. His face quickly turned red, embarassed. "Sorry about that," the boy muttered. He really needs to stay away from the more adult members of their party more often.

It did show how bad the situation was now, though. Whoever those people were-
Dimitri's friends or something- are probably in a worse place now. Instead of death, they got kidnapped... what would happen to them now? The Valar will just kill them, like they probably did to Ëonwë.

Dang it, Ha'zi. If only you got there sooner instead of bemoaning about your own miserable life. You could have saved them.

Ha'zi sighed, frustrated. "Card, take me down there." He said sharply, looking down at Dimitri.
 
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