"sure thing lad" Iver said and entered showing Marco the way. "This is gonna be awkward" Iver told Marco. After Sig was out of hearing range.
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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"Actually, I think i see someone that can help her." Ha'zi remarks, and points at Marco with the others. "He's a pretty nice guy. Kinda says a certain phrase a lot, but he can probably watch over Ela for us." Ha'zi runs over to Marco as the group is leaving, "Hey, Marco, would you mind watching Card's sister for us? We don't exactly have a babysitter here..." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Marco found a room next to Iver's and was unloading his sword, sheath, and backpack when he saw Ha'zi calling his name. He turned around and answered, "I don't think so," he paused and thought for a moment, gazing off into the distance. This might work. He knew someone who'd care for the girl. "Okay, I have a place. I'll leave her at my old house with my mother. Is that okay with you? it's just on the way down, on the fourth level. The Eldrith Estate." He asked aloud to Iver, Ha'zi', Card and Miriel.
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"We will come with you. You met my father time for me to meet yar mother" Iver replied.
Ha'zi smiled, happy that they wouldn't have to worry about Ela. "Thanks Marco! Let me just get her over here... she's a bit tired from that long council..." He goes back and guides Ela over to Marco. "Hey, Ela, this is our friend, Marco. He's really nice and his mother'll watch over you today, ok?"
Ha'zi gets ready to leave then decides to pull something out of his bag. "Here's this for you, Ela. In case you get bored or lonely at all, I'd want you to have this." He hands her 'A Practical Guide To Raising Your Mumakil.'
Ha'zi gets ready to leave then decides to pull something out of his bag. "Here's this for you, Ela. In case you get bored or lonely at all, I'd want you to have this." He hands her 'A Practical Guide To Raising Your Mumakil.'
Glorfindel gazed down from the rocky outcrop of the Citadel, staring upon the lower levels with his elven eyes. He heard a bird's call.
CAW.
Looking up he saw a small eagle flying above the city. A damn eagle. Why did it always have to be eagles? He unsheathed a small knife and let the sunlight glint off it, signaling the eagle with a flash from his knife's reflection. The bird swooped low and landed next to him.
Their eyes met.
"Manwe bids you return to Valinor. He has summoned you, Glorfindel." The eagle spoke in clear Quenyan.
Glorfindel sheathed the knife, "No. My fight is here. Not in the West."
"You will do as commanded, elf. Revoke the summons of the Elder King and face his wroth." The eagle said, ruffling its wings and looking out over Anorien.
"May Mandos judge me fairly." Glorfindel countered.
"Mandos no longer judges; not after his betrayal. Manwe judges. Do well to think on that, Noldor."
Glorfindel visibly squinted at the eagle. What was this? A lie. Had the eagles become deceitful too?
"Manwe's soldiers slew my kinsmen. How does the Elder King judge when he needs to be judged for his crimes?" Glorfindel remained calm albeit his anger flaring.
"It is not your place to question the Elder King!" The eagle squeaked and began to take off, "You have been warned, elf!" It flew away.
"So I have been," Glorfindel muttered when he disappeared into the skies. He looked down upon Minas Tirith and contemplated it all. It was so similar to Gondolin. His memories came back to him. The war. Morgoth's endless hordes, the dragons, the fire-drakes, the Balrogs, Gothmog.
His hand clenched around the knife. So many of his brethren had fallen to him. Feanor, the strongest elf in will and power; Fingon, the High King of the Noldor; Ecthelion, his friend and so many more. Glorfindel had been unable to save him, unable to stop Gothmog. And he had died to protect the remainder of his troop. If that insipid creature was roaming Arda once more, he would be the one to end him. Even with his own life.
His eyes arose and looked out across the Anduin and to the Ephel Duath. The Ash Mountains. He saw something beyond them. A shadow. Clouds. Rain. Rain? There was rain in the Land of Shadow? He blinked and looked again. Karoltai, Morgoth walking amongst the living and rain in Mordor. These were strange times indeed.
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"Uhhhh, I dun want dat stupid book!" Ela pushed it back into Ha'zi's hands, insulting him. "And I dun wanna go with this weird man! I want Card! I want mama!" She screamed a bit too loudly inside the barracks and ran back over to Cardiloc, clasping onto his legs.
Cardiloc looked down at her, pat her head and whispered gently, "Ela, we will get mama back but first I have to do this thing. I must go for a long time. I will return. And we will get mama back. Just stay with my friend and wait for me, okay, Ela?" He took her outside of the barracks, gently guiding her along to the doors and pointed out across the land to the east.
"See those mountains? I have to go in there. Okay. I will come back."
"But, Cardiloc! I want to go with you! I don't know any of these peoples and they scare me..." Her great brown eyes filled with tears at the prospect of losing her brother. He was the only one she had left.
"You can't come with me because it will be dangerous. It's far scarier in there. See those dark mountains. I have to go and fight a bad person. Alright, Ela? If you ever feel scared, look out over the mountains-" he pointed at the Ephel Duath, "I'll fly over them and come back to you."
Ela was not fully deterred but resisted protesting.
"C'mon Ela, let's take you to a new home," Marco said to her, offering his hand. She did not take it but followed him.
"Let's go Iver," He said to the Dalishman, "Come with us, Card, I'll show you where she'll be staying." And the three of them departed, Daugo could tag along as well if he wanted as they were heading down the fourth level.
Ha'zi and Miriel were left alone. Sigeric was also there but he seemed too pre-occupied with finding himself a room.
"Hey, let's explore the city, how about that?" Miriel asked turning to Ha'zi, almost completely out of the blue.
Iver, Marco, Ela, Cardiloc and potentially Duago made their way down the sixth level, through the fifth, and unto the fourth. It was an arduous journey but filled with many sights. There were plenty of gardens and stores that they passed as well as beautiful residential blocks before they reached a large mansion-like house. It was one of three in its own residential space and dwarfed the others. There was a fence that surrounded it and Marco walked up to the gate and rapped on it a couple times. A gardener walked up to it and asked, "Who goes there?"
"A family friend," Marco responded after a bout of thought, "A nephew of Lady Eldrith."
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((I've assumed control of Cardiloc as I expect Wither is at a camp and offline for the next two days.))
CAW.
Looking up he saw a small eagle flying above the city. A damn eagle. Why did it always have to be eagles? He unsheathed a small knife and let the sunlight glint off it, signaling the eagle with a flash from his knife's reflection. The bird swooped low and landed next to him.
Their eyes met.
"Manwe bids you return to Valinor. He has summoned you, Glorfindel." The eagle spoke in clear Quenyan.
Glorfindel sheathed the knife, "No. My fight is here. Not in the West."
"You will do as commanded, elf. Revoke the summons of the Elder King and face his wroth." The eagle said, ruffling its wings and looking out over Anorien.
"May Mandos judge me fairly." Glorfindel countered.
"Mandos no longer judges; not after his betrayal. Manwe judges. Do well to think on that, Noldor."
Glorfindel visibly squinted at the eagle. What was this? A lie. Had the eagles become deceitful too?
"Manwe's soldiers slew my kinsmen. How does the Elder King judge when he needs to be judged for his crimes?" Glorfindel remained calm albeit his anger flaring.
"It is not your place to question the Elder King!" The eagle squeaked and began to take off, "You have been warned, elf!" It flew away.
"So I have been," Glorfindel muttered when he disappeared into the skies. He looked down upon Minas Tirith and contemplated it all. It was so similar to Gondolin. His memories came back to him. The war. Morgoth's endless hordes, the dragons, the fire-drakes, the Balrogs, Gothmog.
His hand clenched around the knife. So many of his brethren had fallen to him. Feanor, the strongest elf in will and power; Fingon, the High King of the Noldor; Ecthelion, his friend and so many more. Glorfindel had been unable to save him, unable to stop Gothmog. And he had died to protect the remainder of his troop. If that insipid creature was roaming Arda once more, he would be the one to end him. Even with his own life.
His eyes arose and looked out across the Anduin and to the Ephel Duath. The Ash Mountains. He saw something beyond them. A shadow. Clouds. Rain. Rain? There was rain in the Land of Shadow? He blinked and looked again. Karoltai, Morgoth walking amongst the living and rain in Mordor. These were strange times indeed.
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"Uhhhh, I dun want dat stupid book!" Ela pushed it back into Ha'zi's hands, insulting him. "And I dun wanna go with this weird man! I want Card! I want mama!" She screamed a bit too loudly inside the barracks and ran back over to Cardiloc, clasping onto his legs.
Cardiloc looked down at her, pat her head and whispered gently, "Ela, we will get mama back but first I have to do this thing. I must go for a long time. I will return. And we will get mama back. Just stay with my friend and wait for me, okay, Ela?" He took her outside of the barracks, gently guiding her along to the doors and pointed out across the land to the east.
"See those mountains? I have to go in there. Okay. I will come back."
"But, Cardiloc! I want to go with you! I don't know any of these peoples and they scare me..." Her great brown eyes filled with tears at the prospect of losing her brother. He was the only one she had left.
"You can't come with me because it will be dangerous. It's far scarier in there. See those dark mountains. I have to go and fight a bad person. Alright, Ela? If you ever feel scared, look out over the mountains-" he pointed at the Ephel Duath, "I'll fly over them and come back to you."
Ela was not fully deterred but resisted protesting.
"C'mon Ela, let's take you to a new home," Marco said to her, offering his hand. She did not take it but followed him.
"Let's go Iver," He said to the Dalishman, "Come with us, Card, I'll show you where she'll be staying." And the three of them departed, Daugo could tag along as well if he wanted as they were heading down the fourth level.
Ha'zi and Miriel were left alone. Sigeric was also there but he seemed too pre-occupied with finding himself a room.
"Hey, let's explore the city, how about that?" Miriel asked turning to Ha'zi, almost completely out of the blue.
Iver, Marco, Ela, Cardiloc and potentially Duago made their way down the sixth level, through the fifth, and unto the fourth. It was an arduous journey but filled with many sights. There were plenty of gardens and stores that they passed as well as beautiful residential blocks before they reached a large mansion-like house. It was one of three in its own residential space and dwarfed the others. There was a fence that surrounded it and Marco walked up to the gate and rapped on it a couple times. A gardener walked up to it and asked, "Who goes there?"
"A family friend," Marco responded after a bout of thought, "A nephew of Lady Eldrith."
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((I've assumed control of Cardiloc as I expect Wither is at a camp and offline for the next two days.))
As he peeps through the window and sees a few of his kin inside, praying towards the statue what seemed to be Mahal, he gets a bit confused. "What are sons of Durin doing out here in the lands of Gondor?" he asks himself. "Aye, best would be if I go in I guess." he mumbles as he walks towards the door, knocks twice, not to hard and slowly opens the door.
No one bothered to stop Thoruk from entering. The door was open and he saw them sitting in prayer to the Statue of Aule. Should he pray as well? Pray for strength? Pray for success? Pray for victory? Pray for help? Should he even pray to a Vala after everything they had done so far?
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"Geez," Ha'zi sighed, deflated. He held the book in haphazardly in his hands after Ela's freakout. Ha'zi felt really guilty for her. She must have been so bored of him. Talking about nonsense while her mother was just taken away.
He brightened up a bit at Miriel's sudden offer. "S-sure, that would be nice. Where should we head out first?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
He brightened up a bit at Miriel's sudden offer. "S-sure, that would be nice. Where should we head out first?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
"I wonder..." Thoruk steps in, closing the door behind him. "Doesn't seem like they would mind" he thinks as he moves towards them and sits down, putting his helmet off and puts his axe and his helmet next to him. "I'm not that kinda prayer, I've never been, but a bit faith in Mahal won't be that wrong." he thinkd, starting to pray for his kin and everyone he had met on his journey, like Iver or Marco, not realy for Grimnir at first but after a few minutes even for him. He sits there, eyes closed, no worries going through his head, just the pure pleasure of everything beeing silent. He actually enjoys it, although he had never been that kind of guy to pray. He keeps on praying for a few more minutes before slowly opening his eyes and whispering towards one of his kin "I'm sorry to bother you, but what brings you and the others towards the white city?" he asks, calmly, freed of any stressfull thoughts.
"Well, first, you need to put those books away." Miriel giggled slightly at the Mumakil one, "Secondly, we need to find rooms. Let's do both now." She said, taking his hand, unexpectedly and leading him into the barracks. She spoke to one of the Gondorians, kindly addressing him as a sir and notifying him that they are a part of the expedition group tomorrow. He showed them to two rooms in the back of the barracks. They were tiny and cramped but had a single bed each and a desk with a candlelight. The urinals were down the corridor and made public, of course. Miriel thanked the soldier and turned to Ha'zi,
"That's your room, and this one is mine. Put your stuff in and let's go." Miriel said. She hadn't brought much. Just some coin, clothes and a bag to carry it all from her father.
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The dwarf turned to Thoruk and whispered back, "We be traders from them Glittering Caves. We've come to sell our gems and buy materials like white marble and fish for our great Lord Gimli." The dwarf paused, "What brings ye, here, laddie?"
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"That's your room, and this one is mine. Put your stuff in and let's go." Miriel said. She hadn't brought much. Just some coin, clothes and a bag to carry it all from her father.
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The dwarf turned to Thoruk and whispered back, "We be traders from them Glittering Caves. We've come to sell our gems and buy materials like white marble and fish for our great Lord Gimli." The dwarf paused, "What brings ye, here, laddie?"
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"King Thorin of Erebor sent me on a mission, nothing groundshaking, but still important" he whispers back, gratefull that the dwarf seems not to know that he was a shifter. "Not necessary that everybody knows about everything yet, beein a celebrety is rather awesome, but still not my kinda style" Thoruk thinks. "I wish you best of luck for your journey back home lad." Thoruk whispers, taking his helmet and his axe, standing up and heading towards the door. "That was actually kind of good for my spirit but still not my thing" he says, opening the door.
"Oh-h, heh, yeah." Ha'zi puts away the Mumakil book and goes along with her, lightly blushing at her holding his hand.
When they arrived at the room, Ha'zi put down his bow, spear, and other miscellaneous gear, except for the daggers he had on him. Might be useful later. He turned to Miriel and jokes, "So, where are we heading off to now for our big expedition?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
When they arrived at the room, Ha'zi put down his bow, spear, and other miscellaneous gear, except for the daggers he had on him. Might be useful later. He turned to Miriel and jokes, "So, where are we heading off to now for our big expedition?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
As Thoruk was leaving the Monastery of Aule, a strange feeling came over him. He felt wind sweep around him and if he turned back to look at the Shrine of Mahal, he would see the fires of the candles slowly flickering in his direction... Was he doing this? Or was it merely the wind? Or, did he control the wind itself?
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Miriel had let go of his hand after she went into her room and put down her bag. She came back out with a couple coins and smiled at him, "To be frank with you, Ha'zi, I have no damn clue what I'm doing and am just seeing where the road takes me. Let's just walk down through the rest of the city. We never saw it since Card flew us to the top level. Why not take a stroll?" She offered, hanging in the doorway to his room. She was actually shorter than him. Or perhaps Ha'zi was tall. He hadn't been paying attention to himself. Had he grown? What height was she? She was just a few feet shorter than Card and the Dunlending was nearly as big as Marco. How tall was he now? He was a few inches taller than her but the difference was that she held herself up, head high whilst Ha'zi was not as confident in himself and kept his head low.
"You coming or what?"
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Miriel had let go of his hand after she went into her room and put down her bag. She came back out with a couple coins and smiled at him, "To be frank with you, Ha'zi, I have no damn clue what I'm doing and am just seeing where the road takes me. Let's just walk down through the rest of the city. We never saw it since Card flew us to the top level. Why not take a stroll?" She offered, hanging in the doorway to his room. She was actually shorter than him. Or perhaps Ha'zi was tall. He hadn't been paying attention to himself. Had he grown? What height was she? She was just a few feet shorter than Card and the Dunlending was nearly as big as Marco. How tall was he now? He was a few inches taller than her but the difference was that she held herself up, head high whilst Ha'zi was not as confident in himself and kept his head low.
"You coming or what?"
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"Sure you were," She laughed, "Now follow after me, kid." She scolded him with another laugh and walked out of the corridor expecting him to catch up. "How old are you even?"
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Iver laughed, Marco got impresed by his house but that thing, that monster, and in tirith. "Marco, what a tiny place u got here" Iver said joking. Iver bet he could go bat inside that thing
Ha'zi raised an eyebrow at "kid." "Uh, that's a bit complicated. I'm supposed to be around 16, 16 and a half maybe, haven't been keeping count. But staying on the island and all that messed up some things. I was born way earlier than you are. So, you shouldn't be mocking my age, kid." He jokes with a grin.
"Hm, hope I'm not getting a cold" he thinks, turning away. He closes the door with a rather friendly face expression. After he had closed the door he looks at his hands. "Was that me?" he asks himself as he tries to create a small blow of wind to be sure if it was him or not. "Aye, could be me after all, I feel strengthened but also calm" he mumbles as he tries his best to create just a small blow of wind, without any hesitation.
"Yeah, it's not much. It's only my mother's house. My fathers are on the fifth level. I don't want to go back there." He said to Iver before the gardener left them, walked down the paved streets and to the house. He knocked on the door and waited. An old hunched lady opened it and looked out, she had a monocle on her left eye which she held up with saggy-skinned fair hands. Her hair was white and her eyebrows were salt and pepper. She must have been in her late hundreds, which was old for a modern-day Gondorian. After some words were spoken she turned and looked at the gate and motioned for it to be opened.
The gardener returned and opened the gate for them to enter. Marco walked in, Cardiloc followed with Ela, and the gate lay open for Daugo and Iver. "Wait, let me speak with her," Marco said to them.
He walked up to the old haggard woman and kneel at her feet, kissed her hand and lowered his head whilst speaking. Iver couldn't make out the conversation but it was clear Marco's voice was breaking. The old woman was hostile at first but eventually hugged him and cried aloud, "My boy is home! My little Marco!" They embraced for what seemed like forever until Marco let go and turned to them, "Mother, these are my friends. The girl is my friend's sister. She needs a place to live in and someone to teach and help her. As I told you, I have an important duty with my friends to do, mother. That expedition tomorrow. Can you raise her, mother?"
The old woman nodded and croaked, "I always wanted to have a daughter."
Cardiloc had a moment with Ela and spoke to her alone. Once they returned, the little girl hesitantly dragged herself over to Marco's mother and the two departed into the house. Marco looked at Iver, Cardiloc and Daugo,
"Sorry, lads. I've gotta see my mother. We have a lot more to discuss. Go on without me."
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"And I'm seventeen days of birth ahead of you," she paused, "kid." She smiled back and led him out onto the streets of the sixth level, walking down towards the causeway that led to the fifth level.
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The wind started to pick up all around Thoruk. Instead of a small bowl, he ended up sending crates and wares flying around him. A cat screeched as it was smacked by a wooden box which toppled over. Some people walking took cover underneath a tunnel or shelter behind nearby buildings. The wind dissipated suddenly. He wasn't able to control wind as well as he could for lightning. Interesting...
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The gardener returned and opened the gate for them to enter. Marco walked in, Cardiloc followed with Ela, and the gate lay open for Daugo and Iver. "Wait, let me speak with her," Marco said to them.
He walked up to the old haggard woman and kneel at her feet, kissed her hand and lowered his head whilst speaking. Iver couldn't make out the conversation but it was clear Marco's voice was breaking. The old woman was hostile at first but eventually hugged him and cried aloud, "My boy is home! My little Marco!" They embraced for what seemed like forever until Marco let go and turned to them, "Mother, these are my friends. The girl is my friend's sister. She needs a place to live in and someone to teach and help her. As I told you, I have an important duty with my friends to do, mother. That expedition tomorrow. Can you raise her, mother?"
The old woman nodded and croaked, "I always wanted to have a daughter."
Cardiloc had a moment with Ela and spoke to her alone. Once they returned, the little girl hesitantly dragged herself over to Marco's mother and the two departed into the house. Marco looked at Iver, Cardiloc and Daugo,
"Sorry, lads. I've gotta see my mother. We have a lot more to discuss. Go on without me."
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"And I'm seventeen days of birth ahead of you," she paused, "kid." She smiled back and led him out onto the streets of the sixth level, walking down towards the causeway that led to the fifth level.
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The wind started to pick up all around Thoruk. Instead of a small bowl, he ended up sending crates and wares flying around him. A cat screeched as it was smacked by a wooden box which toppled over. Some people walking took cover underneath a tunnel or shelter behind nearby buildings. The wind dissipated suddenly. He wasn't able to control wind as well as he could for lightning. Interesting...
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