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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Aye, why should I...." he stoppes as he thinks about their peace and harmony, this would be necessary to withstand an attack of the dark lord. Teamwork . "Aye, but you better not lose em, or you'll taste my fists, ya understand? he says, handing over his two axes. He looks at his fathers axe for a bit "Especially not this one, got it?" he asks handing it over before taking his helmet of to show the king of dale some respect.
 
"Okay, then." The rosy-haired youth stated almost matter-of-factly. "So, let me get this straight." She paused giving them a skeptical look, "You three were sent by someone with a funny name, to 'warn us' of a 'dark lord' that has 'returned'. Sorry to undermine you, but, the 'dark lord' was defeated a year ago. So, tell me, what're you really here for? Money is that it? Or is this some sick joke to disturb the Lord of Langstrand? Are you one of the Beffildor Brothers? Are you lot a couple strays? Or a bunch of bandit kids? No, you're not bandit kids. You're probably straying from Andrast who wondered over to see civilization." She said pointing out the fact that Ela was a wild-haired barbarian, Ha'zi a brown-skinned Southron and Cardiloc a Dunlending who had yet to shave his growing mustache and looked like a pimpled savage. Aside from the elven armor that they both had, the two looked like savages to the rosy-haired girl.

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"Uhh, yeah, I'll keep them here. Come back to me and get them on your way out." The door-man said, wondering why Thoruk was taking his helmet off to him. He was but a simple servant of the King...

"You may pass," he allowed Thoruk into the tunnel, and went to Sigeric. "Weapons, please?"

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"This Dark Lord is the master of Sauron. Now, all three of us are natives to this foreign land and franklly have no reason to be here other than to warn your people of the great peril that awaits you. Whatever Sauron may have accomplished this Dark Lord will do tenfold. Sauron was given thousands of years to gather his strength, we cannot allow ourselves to be so blind. I wouldn't have believed it myself, but I saw him. Ha'zi saw him too. Do you really think I'd walk so far south for any other reason than to tell you he's back?" Cardiloc responded stubbornly to the woman.
 
"Well. You could just be mad." The woman stated, poking the earth with a stick and drawing a mark in the dirt.
"Do you have any proof or evidence to back up your claims? You seem to be genuine and it would be regrettable if it turns out you were correct. So, I ask for a simple thing. Proof."

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"I'm many things, but a madman I am not." Card reasoned with her, he showed her his shifter mark. "I have a mark of my own, one Morgoth branded me with." He stated to the woman.
 
"So, you're proof is a black mark on your chest?" She asked, amused by him. "Here, come to sit, I want to show you something." She patted the area on the wooden porch next to her. Ela still held onto Card's hand and looked up at him with big brown eyes, as if asking him silently not to let go of her.

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"Of course." Sigeric said. He handed over his halberd, rapier, and bow. In his haste, he had forgotten about this entrance. It could have saved him quite a bit of trouble earlier. He followed the others through the tunnel, glad that bastard Erland wasn't asking any questions.
 
Ela watched as her brother walked away and went over to Ha'zi. The Haradrim boy seemed to be walking around the town and that left the two of them alone.

"Here," The woman said, pulling back her hair and revealing something behind her neck. It was some sort of burn mark, a tattoo from an iron that seemed to resemble a bone. "My father used to beat me," she explained, letting her hair fall to cover the mark. "He once seared the symbol of a bone onto my skin in order to prove how much of a dog I was to him. That I would be his subservient bitch, so to speak." She laughed a little, calmly. Cardiloc couldn't understand why she was so calm about this and why she was telling him all of this. "One day my life changed and here I am. The daughter of the Lord of Langstrand. I'm not his true daughter, no. He took pity on me. My true father died a long time ago when I was little. I had so much anger for him. For what he did to me. How he beat me. So much anger for the world. How was it, that I, a young girl, was beaten from the age of a baby. How could the world allow it? How could he-" she paused to look up at the skies, "allow it?" Her green eyes fell on Card. "How?"

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Erland took them through the darkness of the tunnel and opened another door at the end of the stone wall. "Here, follow me," he turned to see Iver, Thoruk and Sigeric, "Now who the hell are these two?" He asked Iver, "Ah whatever, it doesn't matter. Just shut up and keep close." He exited the tunnel through the door, assuming the others were following, they entered a small staircase and Erland was already starting to ascend it. Once at the top he opened another door and stepped into the new room.

It was huge, with great chandeliers, massive rectangular glass windows that revealed Ravenhill and Erebor in the distance. And, sitting down on a chair at a fireplace that was booming, was a young man with dark brown hair, a fine beard, well groomed and wearing excellent robes. He sipped some tea and put down a book, stood up and turned to see the four of them.

"Hello there, Erland." The King said, putting down his tea as well.

"Bard." Erland smiled and went to shake his hand but instead received a hug. The King had a warm smile and a kind face.

"Welcome. I have heard great stories of you Iver," he spoke turning to the youngest of the three men, "And I hope we may become great friends." He went to shake Iver's hand, then Sigeric's and lastly Thoruk's.

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"Your grace." Sigeric shook the King's hand. This was strangely informal. "We have in fact met several times before, though you may not remember me."
 
King Bard bowed his head in response to all of them. He turned to Sigeric, "Now that you mention it, I think I do. You used to be part of the court, I remember you. Yes. Lord Sigmund's son. The younger one. Sigron?" He asked before turning to them all and walking back to his chair to sit.

"I am Bard II, pleased to meet you. Please, all of you, take a seat. Who might you be," He inquired to Thoruk, "A friend of Erland's?" The King was quite cordial about everything and sat down to sip some more tea.

"A friend of Iver's. Iver tends to have many queer friends these days." Erland responded.
Erland glared at Sigeric upon hearing what Bard II said but kept quiet and took the last of six comfy chairs.

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"The dwarves of erebor used to call me their chosen warrior, lord bard." he says with pride, ignoring that Iver's father had already given an answer. "But I am just a normal warrior amongst the armies of durins kin." he says, modestly as he is.
 
"I shall refer to use as the chosen warrior then," Bard II smiled at Thoruk. "So, what may I do for you?" He inquired to no one in particular.

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"That's the other part I need to mention, you see Manwe the supposed benevolent Lord of the Heavans has decided that being nice isn't fun enough. There's a reason they never helped you or in the war against Sauron for that matter. He's turned his back on all of us and doesn't care about me or you. Which is why I need to warn the Lord of Langstrand, we need to prepare against him because of we don't he will destroy the world and that includes your people." He reminded her.
 
"At this point, I can't tell whether you're a madman or you're incredibly deluded. What's Manwe? What are you even talking about?" She turned on him. "I want proof. If you don't have any, just leave and stop wasting my time." She sighed.

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"Fine," She said, taking Cardiloc's hand and pulling him along down the street as the stars began to shine. "How big?" They walked towards the end of Langstrand's street.

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"'Righty, go on den." The Rohirrim stated, letting Dimitri into Edoras. His horse climbed the steep incline to the Golden Hall where the King was apparently. Four Royal Guards stood at the open doors, like sentinels in the night. Dimitri saw two figures at the end of Meduseld, one golden-haired man and a skinny frail dark-haired woman sitting in a smaller seat next to him.

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