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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Daugo snorted loudly. "A looong time ago," he said with a hiccup before taking another shot. He dozed off for a second before coming back--more or less--to his present reality. "You ev-ver killed sommmmeone and enjoy--hic!--enjoyed it?" He realized right after that Celeborn was there. "Ohhh, Kelly's here... Join us, Kelly..."
 
"Thoruk my King, Thoruk Ironbeard." he says. "So not even a good lad like your father is safe from those buggers..." he replies with a grim look appearing on his face. "I'm sorry to hear so, but the son of the greatest king I've ever witnessed, as a dwarf from the iron hills, is truely worth aswell to hear what bad news I have to bring in these dark hours" he says. "My king, may I tell this to you, without someone else listening, This is not ment to be heared by other eares yet." he says as he bends his knee. "I will lay down my weapons, but it's from very high importance my king." he says as he looks up towards the throne.
 
Ha'zi was a few feet away from Dimitri as he saw the man pray at the shrine of some strange figure. The boy stared at the powerful man depicted, and Ha'zi thought he looked a bit familiar to him. Reminded him of those odd people standing in the Trickster's 'family' photo. He still wondered about that place and the crazy man who lived there, or at least seemed to...

Geez, Ha'zi, focus. He shook his head and got rid of his trailing thoughts. Now he thought of what to say to Dimitri. How would he even begin? "Sorry your, uh, acquantices got kidnapped?" No, let me think... Ah, screw it, here we go.

Ha'zi stepped forward hesitantly to the man and began, "Hey... Dim, I'm sorry about what happened back the- What the fack happened to your hand?!?" He said, surprised, as the man's hand turned into stone in front of him. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]
 
"Oh just ignore me." Cardiloc grumbled, flying off to find his family. He landed where he had left, shifted out of his dragon form and began searching for them. "Mother!" He called out as he approached the charred house.
 
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Iver exhausted most of his gold on the clothes. He now looked like a Dorwinion Merchant and Marco....well Marco needed a haircut and a trim of his beard but he looked adequate after all Iver's efforts. He found he had very little coin left for weapons but nonetheless the market was open and he could see an assortment of items from strange pike-tridents to a man who claimed he had a flaming sword to sell, his beard dyed green as he shouted for customers to come and see. It was neither flaming nor looking like a sword, more an oversized sickle.

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"There is no need, Thoruk Ironbeard. After the War and the devastating losses sustained by the Seven Clans, Dwarf-folk trust in one another. Under this very mountain do five of the Seven live. Many refugees came to us after Sauron send his demons to the east and destroyed the Orocarni Mountains." Thorin went on, "Guards, you can leave us." The dozen dwarven soldiers guarding the King left the room through niches in the wall and the main door. The other Dwarves in line filed out as well and the doors shut leaving Thoruk and Thorin alone.

"So, what is this unfortunate news, laddie?" Thorin III Stonehelm asked.

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Celeborn stared at Daugo with a mixture of disgust and pity. "Oh lord." He said, apathetically taking a seat next to Daugo on the grassy floor.

Turmir raised his cup and dropped it on his face, either accidentally or intentionally. Either way, he was down for the count. Celeborn went over to him, wiped away some wine on his face and dragged him into a nearby tent, plopping him down before returning back to the campfire. Daugo had won....until someone else joined the game.

"Yes." He picked up a glass, poured from the wine barrel and drank. "I killed many things. Animals, orcs, even their children. I enjoyed it for a time. The power I felt when I ended a life. It almost satisfied me. I felt control. But then, then, I met my wife. Galadriel is her name. She brought the darkness out of me and expelled it. Uncorrupted me, Daugo. Do you know how many I slaughtered in Beleriand, the land before Middle-Earth? Do you know how many I killed during the wars? How many I hunted down and exterminated? I lied to myself. I told myself I was doing it for Eru. For my fellow brothers and sisters who died. But truthfully, it was because of the rush. I enjoyed it. And I hate myself for it. I murderer families of orcs. Children. They may have grown up and been manipulated into slaying others, but they were still children and I ended their lives. My wife saved me from that. What about you?" Celeborn said, maintaining his composure.

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Cardiloc saw his sister crying at the steps to the house. She was alone.

Dimitri and Ha'zi saw that the dragon landed half a mile from them. Would they follow after Card or continue on their way out of the valley?

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Dimitri kept walking towards the exit, following the Old God's Way west till he hit the Quartz Path, which lead north towards the eastern side of the Fords of Isen.
 
Dimitri walked out of sight of Ha'zi. Would the Haradrim boy follow Dimitri or go after Cardiloc? It was evident the party was dividing...

After six hours of walking through the dark of night, Dimitri came across a fortress in the distance set upon a river. It was illuminated by the moonlight and the torches which draped its walls. He could see movement along the battlements and some from below near what looked like a stable.

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"Oi, it really works!" The man said, raising the oversized sickle and saying something in a foreign language, he touched the sickle and flames appeared, dancing across it. A flaming sickle-sword. Then a gust of wind came by and blew out the flames instantly.
"Damnit." The man said, hitting the sword before pouring oil on it and rubbing his fingertips. Iver saw he had a small wooden match and he touched it to the oiled sickle, setting it aflame. "See! A flaming sword! And only thirty gold coins!" Iver had five left...

"Yeah, fack, no thank ya." Marco said to the man, grabbing Iver's shoulder and pushing him along to the next stall.
"That was a rip-off and overpriced, Iver," he said, "Let's get something from that guy. He looks Gondorian and not like a complete fool." Marco led him to a dealer with dark hair who showed them a collection of swords on racks. There were some which were standard make with normal cross-guard hilts and long blades then there were some rapiers and a couple other weapons like spears with serrated tips and a halberd. Additionally, there were some armor stands showcasing full sets of steel and plate armor, though they seemed extremely pricey.

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"Laddie?..." he says looking up. "Well, let's get straight to the point." he says as he shakes his head and gets up. "Well my king, I bet Dain told you stories about Morgoth, the dark lord, that wanted to destroy whole middle earth." he scratches his fore head a bit. "Well.. he has been brought back into our world and is currently raising an army in Mordor my lord. Before you say anything, I know you won't believe me, so let me tell you a bit more and show you a prove that it's true" he says as he sits down on one of the stairs infront of the throne. I bet your father never told you about 8 giant-shifters Morgoth once created. These giant-shifters are normal people like us, but with unusual powers, they can transform into gigantic monsters and... Ah, I don't want to tell you everything, the point is, these giants are the key to his prison and well, let's say "the giants" freed him..." he stands up and walks a few steps away from the throne. "My King... I killed one of these shifters and now it's shifter-abilities belong to me." he says with a cold face expression. He concentrates his last few powers into his arm in order to show Thorin the lightning flowing through his arms into his father's axe. "I don't have much power left my king, I'm exhausted from the journey, but I hope this will atleast partly prove that I'm speaking the truth."
 
Sigeric arrived at the gates to the most fortified section of the city, in which the King's Hall was located. He had considered stopping to purchase new clothes to make himself look more presentable, but had decided that the attire and plated mail armor acquired from Sarge's house were suitable. Besides, he was suffering from a severe lack of coin. If the gates were open, he would enter, and ask permission to leave Alfrid Kuntsworth at a nearby stable.
 
"Sure thing, but would you really pass the opertunity to buy a flaming sword? If it was real of course" Iver said as he followed marco.
"How much for the serrated spear?" Iver asked the merchant.
 
He would grin upon summoning the chains, his powers were hopefully growing. Going to one of the prisoners he would tie it up good so that its knees were on its chest and arms firmly at its sides. Lifting it on his shoulder he would look at the group. Grasping Azura's hand he would say "We go back to Mordor, our job it done."
 
Thorin watched with interest as Thoruk shot electricity out of his hands and into his axe.

"So, you mean to tell me that Morgoth the Slayer, Morgoth the Destroyer, Morgoth the Disgusting, has come to Middle-Earth because a bunch of giants? And you're one of them? And you can do," he pointed at Thoruk's lightning, "That?" He paused.

"How daft are you, laddie? Do you need to see a healer?" He seemed to be looking towards the doors.

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"Two gold." The man said. "It comes with a smaller javelin, which is one gold, if you'd like..." the man offered Iver.

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The stableboy took Alfrid Kuntsworth off Sigeric's hands, leaving him to enter the open doors to the King's Hall.

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Azura teleported Pyrus back to the plateau of Gorgoroth. The other Maia began to materialize out of the air around them, carrying the prisoners.

Pyrus saw that Morgoth had been busy. A great fortress stood in front of him and already people were manning the battlements. It had no moat or bridge but a mere gate. Along the walls a couple of Maia looked down and hailed them. The gate was already open. They didn't expect anyone to just waltz into Mordor and see this. Most of the other fortresses like Baradur were rubble at this point so a huge one would attract attention, however, who would ever build a fortress in such a desolate place like Mordor? The answer came to Pyrus when he would enter the fortress, his brothers and sisters following him.

Morgoth sat upon a throne of obsidian which had been rounded out. Nearby him was another person. Pyrus saw his face as he entered. Long silky brown hair falling to his shoulders, dressed in brown gowns, a slight smile on his lips as he talked with the Dark Lord. He had seen that face before. He had seen it since the beginning of creation. During the Years of the Trees. He had been led by that face. Fought wars under his command. Even admired him for a brief time. The last time he saw him was in Bree, a week ago. Eonwe?!

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"I'll take a bastard sword." He said grasping the handle of the blade and hefting it. He twirled it lightly in the air and sheathed it back in its scabbard. "Yes, this shall do. One of these please." He told Iver.

"That'll be a total of five gold coins, sir." The dealer said to Iver.

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Sigeric strode through the open doors of the King's Hall, his posture giving away his highborn origins. He took in the familiar yet different surroundings, looking towards the King's seat.
 
Iver handled him the coins. "Have a good day" He said as he walked off. "Well marco, we should go to the king's hall and talk with the new king" he said as he heads toward the king's hall, his new weapons on his back.
 
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