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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Ouch." Ha'zi jokingly winced in mock pain and kept walking. The Haradrim boy looked around for any interesting things as they were strolling in the causeway. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Ha'zi saw many gardens as they passed various residential areas. Miriel seemed to be walking blindly and looking around at everything. They passed a couple guard-towers, went beneath a few tunnels and eventually reached the fourth level where markets, temples, arenas, theaters, and other facilities were located on nearly every corner. There was a bar called the 'Rusty Pipe' and next to it some rather inappropriate looking establishment with the words 'The Sultry Scullion' written above it. Miriel laughed a bit upon seeing those and turned to Ha'zi with a smirk spreading on her freckled cheeks, "Know what that is?" she motioned to the Sultry Scullion.

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If it was a cartoon, Iver's jaw would drop to the floor. 2 houses in minas tirith, and on the top levels. But it doesnt matter how many houses you have, if Marco decided to run away from this and never chose to return it means that his parents and in this case father were shit. Iver didnt want to imagine what he has gone through that led him to leave so much wealth behind.
"Want me to stay with you Marco?" Iver asked before adding "Bros before hoes".
 
Ha'zi stared curiously at the weird building. He was a bit surprised by Miriel's happy attitude towards it and says, interested, "Not really, do you know?"
 
As the wind gratefully disappeares Thoruk looks around at the chaos that had occured due to his fault. "Aye...I-it was me.." he mumbles as he looks around at the scared faces and at the things that got thrown around: fruits, flower pots, even clothes. As he witnesses everything lieing around at the white streets he walks away to the lower level and ultimately to the lowest one while thinking "Not-a-good-idea-at-all." He puts on his helmet and lowers his head and keeps it down till he reaches his destination: the main gate.
 
"It's a brothel, of course!" She stated, snickering ludicrously before pausing, "You know what a brothel is, yeah?"

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"N-no. I-I need to do this alone, Iver. On your way back, knock on the gate fence and I'll come, okay?" Marco said to Iver, turning around, climbing the staircase to the porch and disappearing through the open door into the gargantuan house.

Now it was just Card and Iver as well as an insatiable sex-driven Hobbit.

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The Gates of Minas Tirith were huge. Nearly twenty meters in height. Thoruk saw that they were shinier than even the dwarven gates in Erebor and the Iron Hills. Hundreds of people streamed back and forth through them. What would he do here?

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Ha'zi  is still a bit disturbed by Miriel's cheerful attitude towards the place. Shyly he replies, "Yeah, I, uh, unfortunately do. My uncle goes to the ones in Harad. A lot. And I have to listen to his "wonderful" stories when he comes to visit occasionally." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
She laughed again, she wasn't this cheery over the past week but something seemed to come alive in her.
"I know a lot of ladies my age would detest them but I find brothels rather hilarious. The idea that males who are too lazy to commit to a woman go to one of these and bribe their way into a 'fun time' is laughable, though, it's also the same for the females who partake in such a business. Honestly, it's dishonorable, however, a much-needed utility in the realms of men. I doubt that there would be any brothels in elven kingdoms or dwarven ones, though, I have no clue so I might be completely incorrect." She spoke as they walked through a market, "These things are so minimal yet are critical for humanity." She paused on that note and changed the topic, "What was it like in that place you grew up? What was its name again? Hard?"

Ha'zi saw a multitude of items in the market. From vendors selling spiced corncobs to an arms dealer who looked like Margoz. Profuse smells and tastes flew by his senses and he was slightly distracted by these.

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As Dimitri practiced by himself his hands began to change, molding into the colour of the wood on his warhammer. As if it was becoming one with the weapon itself.

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Iver lost his lust. "Sorry Daugo, maybe after we are done" He said and walked back to his room. That old lady was a boner killer and even worse, his friend's mother.
 
Sigeric found a room in the barracks, and deposited his halberd and longbow, as well as his helmet. He had planned on just going to sleep, but found himself to be rather restless. Minas Tirith was a city that he had always wished to visit, though he would have preferred a different reason for his presence here. Sigeric left the barracks, deciding to explore the city.
 
Sigeric found the rest of the sixth level to contain mostly residential areas and some specialty stores such as a 'monocule maker' as well as some convenience shops from corner stores to milk delivery offices. The fifth level was similar but expanded with more stores containing luxury goods. A middle-sized market selling various items but mostly those of Gondorian make. There was a large furniture store here and a jewelry maker. If he made for the fourth level he'd find a larger market along with multifarious saloons, brothels, bars, haircutters, and a public garden-park.

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Ha'zi laughed along with her at the ridiculousness of brothels. "The sad thing is, I think I actually overheard some of my group trying to find a brothel. They really are an odd bunch."

He walks along with Miriel, enjoying her company and the sights and smells of the city. Ha'zi looks curiously at what the Margoz look-alike is selling before thinking about her sudden question. "Well, you pretty much got the description of the place with that name," he jokes. "Harad is a hard place. It's militaristic, but also pretty chaotic. There's a brothel and a bandit around every corner, and slavers roam the streets looking for kids. And then there's the cultists." Ha'zi shudders at the memories of them. "They would perform sacrifices and strange rituals, praising "the new god", Sauron. A lot more people started disappearing when they were active... Not something I'd like to really talk about."

"But yeah, Harad was brutal. Although, it was my home, and I endured it with my family. And now, my home's gone. These people," he motioned to the entire city around him, "conquered it. I don't know what it's like now, but I'd rather not want to return there now." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"And your family?" Miriel asked, glancing at him. She remained quiet throughout the entire Sauron cultists ordeal. Sauron had a major impact on Middle-Earth, on Gondor especially. But there was something else to it.

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Iver arrived at his room and sat on the bed, he already missed his home, and father......
No, now wasnt the time to think of his father but how could he keep his mind away....
His eyes layed on the books he brought, he never bothered reading them. He had two books, and he picked the first one, "Legends and Myths of Arda" was his name. Maybe it included the stupid myth about the elf who didnt have ego the size of a mountain. He thought as he started reading.
His reading skills were a bit rusty but years of reading simply left their mark on him.
 
Sigeric found that he had little interest in the various shops lining the sixth and fifth levels. He lacked the coin for some of the more expensive ones, and of what use would luxury goods be in the coming war? Finding himself in the garden on the fourth level, the Dalishman sat down and began to read from "Fall of Beleriand". There must be more valuable knowledge within concerning Morgoth...
 
Thoruk shakes his head. "Not even close to the ones at Erebor" he says, coughing and scratching his forehead. He walks through the gate and as the wide fields of Minas Tirith lay infront of him he searches for a place where not to many people would be, most likely a forest, is what he thinks off as he heads out, towards a rather quiet place to train his newly gained ability without causing chaos.
 
Ha'zi faltered a bit when speaking this time, "M-my family is, or, uh, was pretty complicated. I had f-few cousins, and, uh, some were cultists, so they were removed from the family. My uncle and g-grandparents live farther away from us, as me and m-my parents lived close to Far Harad."

"Not much else I can say about my uncle, but my grandparents were different. They helped us out as much as they could until grandfather passed away. Gram left Harad in grief and we never heard from her again."

 
"Well shit, said Daugo. Suddenly his little debaucherous expedition had collapsed amid tears and Minas Tirith-ness. He paced around the Fifth Level purposelessly, his mind going over to Andreth's side for a bit. He tried to recall what he'd been able to do as the Behemoth, to see if he could try other techniques besides the kill-everything-nearby routine of the transformation. It was strange. He at once loathed his powers and had grown attached to Andreth and the feeling of warm comfort that being almost immortal gave him. He feared transforming... but he was nevertheless curious as to how it would feel. All the others had been able to do so, except him.
 
"Again?" Dimitri exclaims, frustrated at the lack of progress he made. He thanked Tulkas for the blessing he received, but at the same time, didn't trust it. He didn't know how it worked or how to control it. Perhaps his previous shifter did though. 'Gormas, do you know how to control this?'

Also my screen resolution just went down to 1280x1024 and my graphics card details say "N/A" for like everything.
 
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