"No, that's our friend Thoruk." Ha'zi says. He turns to see Marco approaching them and greets him, "Hey Marco-- Oof!-- um, good to see you, too." He squeaks out from the hug. As the King addresses them, the boy pipes up, "Well, the hobbit Daugo isn't here... I think... plus Grimnir.."
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
- Thread starter Captain Aasim
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"Greetings Lord Celebon. Good day to you!" Zaro said whilst turning from his men
"No that's Thoruk, Grimnir isn't here." The Dunlending shook his head to Miriel. He raised a brow as Marco moved towards him and Ha'zi, suddenly the Gondorian pulling him into a bear hug and Card stood in shock. "Uh, yeah we're great." He managed as he accepted the hug reluctantly. "Your... friendlier." He commented idly, pulling out of the hug. "Hopefully something nourishing I'm starving." He nodded to Marco.
Cardiloc's eyes went wide at the sight of Elessar, this was no mere Gondorian but a true numenorean. He had a sudden memory of when a Dunedain Ranger called upon his father's mead-hall and was given gracious hospitality. He remembered his older brother laughing with the man as they shared company, his father taking counsel with such a man on the outside world, and his sister gazing at the man in a trance. It seemed a lifetime ago...
Without a moment's hesitation, the Dunlending walked up to Aragorn and knelt before him. "The Karoltai are at your command, lord." He breathed out to the man.
Cardiloc's eyes went wide at the sight of Elessar, this was no mere Gondorian but a true numenorean. He had a sudden memory of when a Dunedain Ranger called upon his father's mead-hall and was given gracious hospitality. He remembered his older brother laughing with the man as they shared company, his father taking counsel with such a man on the outside world, and his sister gazing at the man in a trance. It seemed a lifetime ago...
Without a moment's hesitation, the Dunlending walked up to Aragorn and knelt before him. "The Karoltai are at your command, lord." He breathed out to the man.
"Good day, Captain," Celeborn nodded back at Zaro as he followed Aragorn to the front of the Citadel.
Aragorn stopped as the Dunlending knelt before him.
"My friend, you need not lower yourself to me," Aragorn said softly, placing his hand on Cardiloc and raising him up. He turned to the crowd and announced, "Since the remaining Giants have arrived we shall feast, then discuss our plight and on the morrow, be ready for our travels!" He gathered them all and bid them to follow him to Merethrond, the Great Hall of Feasts.
Marco saw the King and began to drool. Whether it was from the sight of Aragorn Elessar II or the notion of food, no one knew. What was clear was that he followed Aragorn.
Celeborn passed by Zaro, "Let us feast, we have much to discuss on the scouting formations." And asked him to follow them to the feast.
Glorfindel waited, analyzing the newcomers. Two men, one was the bat and the other on his back had armor, a knight of sorts. The Dalishmen. The dwarf, perhaps the Elemental like Celeborn said. He had heard Ha'zi state that the Destroyer, the one they called Grimnir had yet to arrive. Hopefully, he did. Otherwise, they would have to journey on without him.
"Let's eat," Dimitri said as he followed after them. It was at that point that they noticed Daugo. The hobbit was by one of the buildings far in the rear of the Citadel. He had changed a lot since they saw him.
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Aragorn stopped as the Dunlending knelt before him.
"My friend, you need not lower yourself to me," Aragorn said softly, placing his hand on Cardiloc and raising him up. He turned to the crowd and announced, "Since the remaining Giants have arrived we shall feast, then discuss our plight and on the morrow, be ready for our travels!" He gathered them all and bid them to follow him to Merethrond, the Great Hall of Feasts.
Marco saw the King and began to drool. Whether it was from the sight of Aragorn Elessar II or the notion of food, no one knew. What was clear was that he followed Aragorn.
Celeborn passed by Zaro, "Let us feast, we have much to discuss on the scouting formations." And asked him to follow them to the feast.
Glorfindel waited, analyzing the newcomers. Two men, one was the bat and the other on his back had armor, a knight of sorts. The Dalishmen. The dwarf, perhaps the Elemental like Celeborn said. He had heard Ha'zi state that the Destroyer, the one they called Grimnir had yet to arrive. Hopefully, he did. Otherwise, they would have to journey on without him.
"Let's eat," Dimitri said as he followed after them. It was at that point that they noticed Daugo. The hobbit was by one of the buildings far in the rear of the Citadel. He had changed a lot since they saw him.
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Iver left his giant bat form. "Ya, ill just wait here for a while" he said, testing on the floor.
"That is true. However the lesson for today is on your mind. It is a weapon. The more you develop your patience, the better thought out your actions are. The better you anticipate your opponents moves. The more you can think up unusual strategies to defeat your enemy. That is when you act, Burgins." The trainer said, staring into the flames.
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Daugo saw the arrival of his friends.
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Daugo saw the arrival of his friends.
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Cardiloc nodded to Aragorn, gratefully accepting the King's offer to lift him up. He shuffled over to Ha'zi and sighed. "There are few men with such grace like the King..." He breathed out to Ha'zi, following everyone else inside the hall. He motioned for Ela to come to his side.
"A'right" He said. He hoped that she will invite him in but it seems like their reletionship died the day before, and now he is about to confirm the kill. "Our dad is dead, he died in the explosion that took place in the palace. He and king Bard are both dead" he stopped, looking for her reaction.
Ha'zi's stomach rumbled at the sound of a feast. Only eating hare wasn't that satisfying of a meal, so the boy was hungry as he could be for another fulfilling feast. He says to the group as he follows the others, "Let's get some grub." Now the question is: are elves better cooks than men?
((Time-Bubble))
Sigeric stood amidst the ruins, gazing at the scattered corpses. Who was truly responsible for this? Sigeric was no stranger to death. He was reminded of Aldamos, where the corpses of the slaves littered the field after the Karoltai assault. This sight, however, struck him far more deeply. How could he have allowed this to happen? No... ...he couldn't be swallowed by self-loathing for what had occurred here. The only thing that Sigeric could truly rely on was his faith in himself. If that were to fail him, he would be lost. He could only let this horrible calamity strengthen his resolve. Sigeric thought back to that day on the island - that fateful moment when Morgoth was released. He and his fellow shifters had made a horrible mistake, that would no doubt lead to thousands more deaths. He had not allowed that sense of disillusionment to deter him from his purpose then, and he would not allow it to now. Who was truly responsible for this? Sigeric had his answer. Morgoth.
Standing amidst the rubble, and looking upon the body of King Bard II of Dale, Sigeric of Redhaven swore a silent oath that he would stop at nothing to destroy the Dark Lord. The struggle against Morgoth had just become personal...
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((Minas Tirith))
Sigeric stepped off of the flying giant, taking off his helmet and looking around at the crowd of familiar faces. The others would notice that he appeared far more solemn than usual. Sigeric quickly counted the numbers of his old comrades, and examined the faces of those who were strangers to him. It appeared that only Grimnir was missing. That did not particularly bother him. He followed the group to the dining hall.
Sigeric stood amidst the ruins, gazing at the scattered corpses. Who was truly responsible for this? Sigeric was no stranger to death. He was reminded of Aldamos, where the corpses of the slaves littered the field after the Karoltai assault. This sight, however, struck him far more deeply. How could he have allowed this to happen? No... ...he couldn't be swallowed by self-loathing for what had occurred here. The only thing that Sigeric could truly rely on was his faith in himself. If that were to fail him, he would be lost. He could only let this horrible calamity strengthen his resolve. Sigeric thought back to that day on the island - that fateful moment when Morgoth was released. He and his fellow shifters had made a horrible mistake, that would no doubt lead to thousands more deaths. He had not allowed that sense of disillusionment to deter him from his purpose then, and he would not allow it to now. Who was truly responsible for this? Sigeric had his answer. Morgoth.
Standing amidst the rubble, and looking upon the body of King Bard II of Dale, Sigeric of Redhaven swore a silent oath that he would stop at nothing to destroy the Dark Lord. The struggle against Morgoth had just become personal...
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((Minas Tirith))
Sigeric stepped off of the flying giant, taking off his helmet and looking around at the crowd of familiar faces. The others would notice that he appeared far more solemn than usual. Sigeric quickly counted the numbers of his old comrades, and examined the faces of those who were strangers to him. It appeared that only Grimnir was missing. That did not particularly bother him. He followed the group to the dining hall.
Ela rushed up to her big brother, her tiny fingers wrapping around a single of his fingers.
"Hey, could you explain your powers to me, again?" Miriel asked Ha'zi, walking alongside him. She was taller than him and obviously older but still had the making of being young. Though, her height was a serious intimidator to Ha'zi who had only recently hit puberty.
"So, to my knowledge, there are eight of you. You called yourself the Warrior. What exactly does that entail? What's your Giant like?" The question seemed out of nowhere but they had just been talking about the Destroyer.
They all entered the double doors of Merethrond. The Great Hall of Feasts was humungous and the largest table all of them had ever seen in their lives was spread out across the entire hall. It had nearly six hundred seats and an array of food scattered across it. From giant roast boar to eel soups, peacock porridge to great oxen from Rhun, lavish wines and meads, toasted breads and roasted vegetables, fruit baskets of exotic luxuries from Far Harad and the Shire, even a damn Mumakil leg which sat in the middle of the room basking in oil. It was thicker than Grimnir's head and chunkier than Thoruk's arms.
"Seat yourselves, friends!" A voice called to them from the back of the hall. It was Elladan, the elf they had met in Rivendell. "And enjoy the feast!" He was strumming on a small instrument, whilst an elf that looked exactly like him, an identical twin played the flute. Other musicians adorned the room and a carpet spread across the floor.
Dimitri walked up and sat down at one end of the table, near the ox. Marco took a seat next to him.
"'Ey, come over 'ere guys!" He exclaimed to his friends as they entered.
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Erica seemed unmoved for a moment. She hated Erland. He had tried to force her and Vlad apart. But she never wanted him dead.
"Is this the truth?" She asked, her eyes tearing up although she tried to hide it. "Is father really dead?"
Please say no, she urged. Please be a lie. Please. I haven't spoken to him in eighteen years. I didn't even say goodbye. Please, Iver. She thought. She hoped. She dreamed.
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"Hey, could you explain your powers to me, again?" Miriel asked Ha'zi, walking alongside him. She was taller than him and obviously older but still had the making of being young. Though, her height was a serious intimidator to Ha'zi who had only recently hit puberty.
"So, to my knowledge, there are eight of you. You called yourself the Warrior. What exactly does that entail? What's your Giant like?" The question seemed out of nowhere but they had just been talking about the Destroyer.
They all entered the double doors of Merethrond. The Great Hall of Feasts was humungous and the largest table all of them had ever seen in their lives was spread out across the entire hall. It had nearly six hundred seats and an array of food scattered across it. From giant roast boar to eel soups, peacock porridge to great oxen from Rhun, lavish wines and meads, toasted breads and roasted vegetables, fruit baskets of exotic luxuries from Far Harad and the Shire, even a damn Mumakil leg which sat in the middle of the room basking in oil. It was thicker than Grimnir's head and chunkier than Thoruk's arms.
"Seat yourselves, friends!" A voice called to them from the back of the hall. It was Elladan, the elf they had met in Rivendell. "And enjoy the feast!" He was strumming on a small instrument, whilst an elf that looked exactly like him, an identical twin played the flute. Other musicians adorned the room and a carpet spread across the floor.
Dimitri walked up and sat down at one end of the table, near the ox. Marco took a seat next to him.
"'Ey, come over 'ere guys!" He exclaimed to his friends as they entered.
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Erica seemed unmoved for a moment. She hated Erland. He had tried to force her and Vlad apart. But she never wanted him dead.
"Is this the truth?" She asked, her eyes tearing up although she tried to hide it. "Is father really dead?"
Please say no, she urged. Please be a lie. Please. I haven't spoken to him in eighteen years. I didn't even say goodbye. Please, Iver. She thought. She hoped. She dreamed.
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Cardiloc walked up beside Miriel, wondering why she chose the company of a fifteen year old over his own. "Hazi can shift into a giant a few dozen feet tall, the giant has great strength, he's useful against other giants in one on ones." He causally explained to her as they approached the hall, then he smelt the food and his eyes turned wide. "By my ancestors..." He gaped as he marvelled upon the food, the dunlending headed over to Marco and made sure to sit as far away form Dimitri as possible.
"I am sorry Erica...." He said, "At least before he died he made peace in his heart with both of us. He has forgiven you and Vlad" he lied, a sweet lie to lighten the pain. "He wanted the family to reunite and made peace with your decisions you made. At the end he has forgiven us all, understanding that we are free to take our own path. Please understand that he thought that he is doing good, in his eyes he defended you" Iver silenced.
"Essentially he can beat giants to a pulp wit-." Then Ha'zi left, leaving Card with Miriel and his sister. Let's get somewhere to sit." He decided, sitting in the middle of the table Dimitri and Marco were sat at.
Tears streamed down Erica's cheeks and she rushed to hug Iver, embracing him tightly as she cried. She tried to speak but only unintelligible garble left her mouth and she just held onto her brother as she wept. Memories passed through her. 'Papa, I'm here!' she had cried when he found her after a game of sneak and hide. 'Papa, I wuv you' more tears erupted from her eyes. 'Papa, I want to marry him, he is a nice boy' she had said to him.
'I hate you! I wish you were never my father!' Those were the last words that had passed between them.
'I hate you!'
'I wish you were never my father!'
She felt her legs fall loose and she crumpled to the wooden planks that lined Esgaroth and held onto Iver's legs. Her swollen stomach that carried her fourth child brushing his knees.
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"Oh, okay." Miriel said as Cardiloc walked off to Marco with Ela and Ha'zi steamed off on his own. She made a quick decision and caught up to Ha'zi, "Hey, where are you going? Let's sit together." She indicated Card and the others, her hand gesturing backward.
Ela sat there, attempting to reach some of the huge plates in the middle of the table, and failing. She stumped down and looked at Cardiloc, expectantly. "Could ya?" She asked, attempting to be polite.
Dimitri grabbed a huge bowl of rice, piled a crap ton of vegetables onto it, then dumped even more meat. Chicken legs, rabbit breast, ox meat, some stuffed peacock, two quails and some peppers for extra spice. Marco was stuffing himself with oxen meat.
Sigeric saw the others gathering to sit by Marco and Dimitri. Iver was still outside, doing whatever. Crazy bastard's been through a lot. Thoruk was waiting out there as well. Daugo had yet to show.
Zaro sat nearby the people who seemed to be the shifters. They were all rather queer looking. One was some northerner with tanned skin, the other was a somewhat hairy youth, one was gobbling down a bunch of food, another was a little girl and there were a couple more. His elven regiment seated themselves around him and ate in silence, taking bread, mead, vegetables and meat.
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'I hate you! I wish you were never my father!' Those were the last words that had passed between them.
'I hate you!'
'I wish you were never my father!'
She felt her legs fall loose and she crumpled to the wooden planks that lined Esgaroth and held onto Iver's legs. Her swollen stomach that carried her fourth child brushing his knees.
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"Oh, okay." Miriel said as Cardiloc walked off to Marco with Ela and Ha'zi steamed off on his own. She made a quick decision and caught up to Ha'zi, "Hey, where are you going? Let's sit together." She indicated Card and the others, her hand gesturing backward.
Ela sat there, attempting to reach some of the huge plates in the middle of the table, and failing. She stumped down and looked at Cardiloc, expectantly. "Could ya?" She asked, attempting to be polite.
Dimitri grabbed a huge bowl of rice, piled a crap ton of vegetables onto it, then dumped even more meat. Chicken legs, rabbit breast, ox meat, some stuffed peacock, two quails and some peppers for extra spice. Marco was stuffing himself with oxen meat.
Sigeric saw the others gathering to sit by Marco and Dimitri. Iver was still outside, doing whatever. Crazy bastard's been through a lot. Thoruk was waiting out there as well. Daugo had yet to show.
Zaro sat nearby the people who seemed to be the shifters. They were all rather queer looking. One was some northerner with tanned skin, the other was a somewhat hairy youth, one was gobbling down a bunch of food, another was a little girl and there were a couple more. His elven regiment seated themselves around him and ate in silence, taking bread, mead, vegetables and meat.
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"Eh? Oh right." He pulled a plate over for his sister, then he scanned the table for some meat.
There were some quail legs nearby on one plate. It was too far away for Cardiloc to reach from his side of the table. Some elf was next to it and didn't seem to be doing anything.
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