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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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"Lord Celeborn is out by the Rock." One of the elves replied. The Rock was the rock formation that the Citadel was built upon. The rock which juts out of the Ered Nimrais with the city of Minas Tirith is formed around.
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"Of course!" He'd say slightly shocked, confused, and interested in what he had to say, setting the saber into the sand.
"Aye, guess I overcomited a bit aswell by killing you.." he thinks as he scratches his forehead. "Jumping and concentrate it towards my feet? Ok. But only 1 percent?" he sits down and thinks a bit as his hands still heal. "I wonder..." he leaves his hands down like normaly, but then he uses only a tiny bit of energy and leads it into his little finger on his right hand, yet still a bit damaged. As he feels a bit of power gathering in his finger tip he then let's the wind blow head towards the tree, hoping for a small slash like when you shoot a bolt.
Once Pyrus had sat down, Mairon started to speak.
"When we were created and descended into Valinor, we were all separated. You know this, of course, however, I feel that you and the others, you know, our brothers and sisters who recently joined, do not know the true story. You have some ideas but nothing solid and most of those ideas were corrupted by Manwe or the other Ainur who were jealous and hated us." He reasoned.
"When we were separated, I remember having a brother. Eonwe was his name. We were estranged at the beginning but grew closer after our respective Valar brought order to the chaos and confusion of the Years of the Lamps. I loved him. He was stronger than me, more powerful, but he was blind. He loved Eru and Manwe more than I. His own brother. His true brother.. I felt alone. Under Aule I tried to convince him to allow me to create my own toys. I wanted to build contraptions of flight and speed, something that could ride the waves out on the open sea, an automated servant that could bring spare parts and aid my work. Anything. But, as you know, Aule isn't one for favoring students with a knack for creativity. He shot me down. Even destroyed my own creations behind my back, though, I had built them without his permission. He stripped me of my title and called me Gorthaur the Cruel. The irony was too much for me at the time. I was young like most of us then. I wasn't able to comprehend how or why a lowly Maia could be cruel for trying to create out of his own passion? I wasn't hurting anybody. All I wanted was to have my own toys. My own creations."
"That was when he found me. They call him Morgoth now. The Black Enemy. Because they fear and hate him. He was known to me as Melkor or Melko. He passed me one fateful day eons ago outside the Mansions of Aule. I was with tears, I am not above admitting that I cried when my own master broke my heart and tossed it down the drain. He came to me, kneeled before me, me, a lowly Maia of Aule, a servant, a pathetic runt." Mairon was becoming visibly teary-eyed.
"And he said to me, 'Why are you crying child? You've done nothing wrong. You're not alone, brother. I am here for you.' and took me with him. I was among the first he rescued from the Valar. I owe him everything. Melkor allowed me to create, allowed me to rule, allowed me to become more powerful than all my peers, he entrusted me with powers I could not imagine, bestowed upon me knowledge of Ea that had been hidden by the Valar, he gave me a purpose, allowed me to fulfill my dreams, he saved me. That is why I am so loyal to him. The rest of you are loyal for your own reasons. He gave you freedom, powers, life. Before the Wars. Before everything changed, he used to smile and laugh. He was happy. But now, he is like this. Devoid of emotion. Even then he is still striving forward, Pyrus. For our sake. For his own. Most of you probably believe he just wants to destroy the world and take revenge. That is a viable cause, yet Melkor is just like me, he's like you. Betrayed. Betrayed not by the Valar but his own master. Our father. Eru." Tears had fallen to his cheek and dampened the sandy dune.
"How I had been devastated by Aule and cast out of his service is nothing compared to what Melkor suffered. He fought Eru's wars for him, was his strongest pupil, his loving son, but was cast down for the same reason. Wanting to create. He sang his own song in the chorus that created Ea, you remember? He had his own followers. He was powerful and strong and mighty and so Eru cast him down. Betrayed his first creation. Yet, it was Eru who created Melkor in the first place. How can a faulty anvil be blamed for being faulty if its smith does not upkeep it? You see, Pyrus, Melkor, like all of us, was betrayed. His fight does not end with the Valar. It ends with Eru. And a time will come when we must choose. Our neglectful father or Melkor, our oldest brother, who has carried us up from perdition and saved us from damnation. Who shall you choose, Pyrus?" Mairon asked him.
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His finger blew back as the full force shot out of it and destroyed the tree in an instant blast of wind. His finger broke and was bloodied red from the internal damage. The blast had sent him falling back and he smashed his head into a tree.
Irdis' voice peeped up, "Damn idiot." Before darkness closed on him and his vision went black.
He awoke the next morning when the birds began to chirp and he heard a rooster howling in the distance. His body had mostly healed except the finger which was still broken and swollen. He just realized what had happened to him and that he was late. The Expedition might've left him! He needed to hurry back to Minas Tirith before it was too late!
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Everyone had awoken, eaten a hearty breakfast which was provided to them in the King's Barracks and had time to prepare for the journey ahead. The Shifters were gathered and Lord Celeborn met them on their way down through Minas Tirith. It seemed that alot of the early waking cityfolk and dwellers had taken to the streets to see them go and threw flowers at their feet.
Sigeric was well-rested, Iver had a bad neck from the way he slept, Ha'zi had an incredible night, Miriel, on the other hand, looked like the personification of Death's sister with dark circles underneath her eyes, Cardiloc had slept enough and was ready for the day, Daugo too, Glorfindel walked alongside Dimitri on their way down and multiple females tossed bouts of roses, dandelions, lilies and tulips at both the Forochelrim and the Noldorin elf. Marco turned up a bit later, he had apparently slept over at his mother's house and seemed lively as usual. Ela was dragged out of bed by Lady Eldrith and made to throw a rose at the procession. She didn't like it but upon seeing Cardiloc and Ha'zi she ran out to them and hugged both their legs, giving the rose to Ha'zi and kissing Cardiloc on the cheek in a lovable manner before running back out of the way. She waved them as they passed.
Zaro, alongside Elladan and Elrohir backed up the shifters and moved swiftly through the streets of Minas Tirith, passing through the levels 'till they reached the bottom. They mounted up with the other regiments outside the main gates as the orange bright sun rose in the west over the Ered Nimrais, creating a splattering of fiery tones across the dark blue sky.
Crandiel and over six hundred Gondorian Cavalrymen were already gathered on their steeds outside. Horses had been provided to the shifters, a pony for Daugo and Thoruk under the request of Celeborn, specifically. Before they advanced, all the shifters realized something.
Thoruk was missing.
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"When we were created and descended into Valinor, we were all separated. You know this, of course, however, I feel that you and the others, you know, our brothers and sisters who recently joined, do not know the true story. You have some ideas but nothing solid and most of those ideas were corrupted by Manwe or the other Ainur who were jealous and hated us." He reasoned.
"When we were separated, I remember having a brother. Eonwe was his name. We were estranged at the beginning but grew closer after our respective Valar brought order to the chaos and confusion of the Years of the Lamps. I loved him. He was stronger than me, more powerful, but he was blind. He loved Eru and Manwe more than I. His own brother. His true brother.. I felt alone. Under Aule I tried to convince him to allow me to create my own toys. I wanted to build contraptions of flight and speed, something that could ride the waves out on the open sea, an automated servant that could bring spare parts and aid my work. Anything. But, as you know, Aule isn't one for favoring students with a knack for creativity. He shot me down. Even destroyed my own creations behind my back, though, I had built them without his permission. He stripped me of my title and called me Gorthaur the Cruel. The irony was too much for me at the time. I was young like most of us then. I wasn't able to comprehend how or why a lowly Maia could be cruel for trying to create out of his own passion? I wasn't hurting anybody. All I wanted was to have my own toys. My own creations."
"That was when he found me. They call him Morgoth now. The Black Enemy. Because they fear and hate him. He was known to me as Melkor or Melko. He passed me one fateful day eons ago outside the Mansions of Aule. I was with tears, I am not above admitting that I cried when my own master broke my heart and tossed it down the drain. He came to me, kneeled before me, me, a lowly Maia of Aule, a servant, a pathetic runt." Mairon was becoming visibly teary-eyed.
"And he said to me, 'Why are you crying child? You've done nothing wrong. You're not alone, brother. I am here for you.' and took me with him. I was among the first he rescued from the Valar. I owe him everything. Melkor allowed me to create, allowed me to rule, allowed me to become more powerful than all my peers, he entrusted me with powers I could not imagine, bestowed upon me knowledge of Ea that had been hidden by the Valar, he gave me a purpose, allowed me to fulfill my dreams, he saved me. That is why I am so loyal to him. The rest of you are loyal for your own reasons. He gave you freedom, powers, life. Before the Wars. Before everything changed, he used to smile and laugh. He was happy. But now, he is like this. Devoid of emotion. Even then he is still striving forward, Pyrus. For our sake. For his own. Most of you probably believe he just wants to destroy the world and take revenge. That is a viable cause, yet Melkor is just like me, he's like you. Betrayed. Betrayed not by the Valar but his own master. Our father. Eru." Tears had fallen to his cheek and dampened the sandy dune.
"How I had been devastated by Aule and cast out of his service is nothing compared to what Melkor suffered. He fought Eru's wars for him, was his strongest pupil, his loving son, but was cast down for the same reason. Wanting to create. He sang his own song in the chorus that created Ea, you remember? He had his own followers. He was powerful and strong and mighty and so Eru cast him down. Betrayed his first creation. Yet, it was Eru who created Melkor in the first place. How can a faulty anvil be blamed for being faulty if its smith does not upkeep it? You see, Pyrus, Melkor, like all of us, was betrayed. His fight does not end with the Valar. It ends with Eru. And a time will come when we must choose. Our neglectful father or Melkor, our oldest brother, who has carried us up from perdition and saved us from damnation. Who shall you choose, Pyrus?" Mairon asked him.
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His finger blew back as the full force shot out of it and destroyed the tree in an instant blast of wind. His finger broke and was bloodied red from the internal damage. The blast had sent him falling back and he smashed his head into a tree.
Irdis' voice peeped up, "Damn idiot." Before darkness closed on him and his vision went black.
He awoke the next morning when the birds began to chirp and he heard a rooster howling in the distance. His body had mostly healed except the finger which was still broken and swollen. He just realized what had happened to him and that he was late. The Expedition might've left him! He needed to hurry back to Minas Tirith before it was too late!
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Everyone had awoken, eaten a hearty breakfast which was provided to them in the King's Barracks and had time to prepare for the journey ahead. The Shifters were gathered and Lord Celeborn met them on their way down through Minas Tirith. It seemed that alot of the early waking cityfolk and dwellers had taken to the streets to see them go and threw flowers at their feet.
Sigeric was well-rested, Iver had a bad neck from the way he slept, Ha'zi had an incredible night, Miriel, on the other hand, looked like the personification of Death's sister with dark circles underneath her eyes, Cardiloc had slept enough and was ready for the day, Daugo too, Glorfindel walked alongside Dimitri on their way down and multiple females tossed bouts of roses, dandelions, lilies and tulips at both the Forochelrim and the Noldorin elf. Marco turned up a bit later, he had apparently slept over at his mother's house and seemed lively as usual. Ela was dragged out of bed by Lady Eldrith and made to throw a rose at the procession. She didn't like it but upon seeing Cardiloc and Ha'zi she ran out to them and hugged both their legs, giving the rose to Ha'zi and kissing Cardiloc on the cheek in a lovable manner before running back out of the way. She waved them as they passed.
Zaro, alongside Elladan and Elrohir backed up the shifters and moved swiftly through the streets of Minas Tirith, passing through the levels 'till they reached the bottom. They mounted up with the other regiments outside the main gates as the orange bright sun rose in the west over the Ered Nimrais, creating a splattering of fiery tones across the dark blue sky.
Crandiel and over six hundred Gondorian Cavalrymen were already gathered on their steeds outside. Horses had been provided to the shifters, a pony for Daugo and Thoruk under the request of Celeborn, specifically. Before they advanced, all the shifters realized something.
Thoruk was missing.
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Zaro sharpened his spear and new weapons one last time before the journey and mounted his stead petting it and giving it some extra food before the journey.
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Zaro had multiple nightmares of his parents and something else that he remembered from his past that he dreamed off.
"YOU WILL ACHIEVE NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN DEATH!"
"What a IDIOT OF A SON WE HAVE!" "YOUR ARROGANCE WILL BE YOUR UNDOING!"
Zaro turned roughly and rocked
"You are no longer our son, you have discraced us."
Zaro shook again
Zaro was wondering middle earth a few months after leaving Lothlórien when he stumbled upon a town/city (possibly in Rohan) in chaos. When Zaro approached he saw it being attacked by a giant force of orcs and fire everywhere. Men and women were being slaughtered and terrorized, children were separated, and mayhem was all around him. Cries and pleads were heard all around him, orcs were ransacking and attacking everything in sight. Zaro rushed forward dropping his heavy possessions and defended the townspeople while keeping as much of the orcs at bay. The orcs and uruks began to notice the strange elf that came out of nowhere. Zaro tried his best to stop the menace and he was met by reckless, impulsive, and mass force. Zaro charged the orcs and slashed at any surprised raiders nearby and was slowly being surrounded by the enemy. Zaro parried and blocked multiple strikes and slashed fighting off his attackers. Everyone was in a rouge and Zaro was slowly being overwhelmed. A berserker had stamped forward cutting in a whirlwind with two swords, Zaro had received multiple wounds until he finally blocked his last incoming attack and kicked him backward thrusting forward into his chest with his weapon. A large uruk had hacked him from behind before he could turn, right after he had finished off the berserker. "AHHHHHHHHHWA" he roared in pain. Zaro threw a tiny dagger from his armor at the uruks upper body and swang in a fury at him and at any incoming orcs. Zaro pierced the uruk only to have drawn massive attention to the others. The guards were obviously overwhelmed but some survivors and folk had started to rebel but what could they do to stop such a wild menace? Zaro was surrounded by a large group of orcs who had thrust and stabbed at Zaro with they're blunt, long, and sharp weapons multiple times, leaving him in severe agony. Zaro stroked his weapons to each side fighting like a demon in human form receiving deadly blows but fighting on as much as he could. Many of the townsfolk has retreated out of the town or into they're homes as he distracted many. Zaro had finally broken the circle around him but doubted he could continue his fight. Zaro threw his daggers and struck at the final wave limping and in mass pain but swayed by his adrenaline and fury he overcame the pain and continued to put up a wild and deadly fight. Zaro collapsed into a coma nearly dead, but all the orcs were defeated or had fled and the surviving townsfolk rushed out in cries of joy, depression, and relief for they're the savior.
Zaro had woke up abruptly several times that night.
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Zaro had multiple nightmares of his parents and something else that he remembered from his past that he dreamed off.
"YOU WILL ACHIEVE NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN DEATH!"
"What a IDIOT OF A SON WE HAVE!" "YOUR ARROGANCE WILL BE YOUR UNDOING!"
Zaro turned roughly and rocked
"You are no longer our son, you have discraced us."
Zaro shook again
Zaro was wondering middle earth a few months after leaving Lothlórien when he stumbled upon a town/city (possibly in Rohan) in chaos. When Zaro approached he saw it being attacked by a giant force of orcs and fire everywhere. Men and women were being slaughtered and terrorized, children were separated, and mayhem was all around him. Cries and pleads were heard all around him, orcs were ransacking and attacking everything in sight. Zaro rushed forward dropping his heavy possessions and defended the townspeople while keeping as much of the orcs at bay. The orcs and uruks began to notice the strange elf that came out of nowhere. Zaro tried his best to stop the menace and he was met by reckless, impulsive, and mass force. Zaro charged the orcs and slashed at any surprised raiders nearby and was slowly being surrounded by the enemy. Zaro parried and blocked multiple strikes and slashed fighting off his attackers. Everyone was in a rouge and Zaro was slowly being overwhelmed. A berserker had stamped forward cutting in a whirlwind with two swords, Zaro had received multiple wounds until he finally blocked his last incoming attack and kicked him backward thrusting forward into his chest with his weapon. A large uruk had hacked him from behind before he could turn, right after he had finished off the berserker. "AHHHHHHHHHWA" he roared in pain. Zaro threw a tiny dagger from his armor at the uruks upper body and swang in a fury at him and at any incoming orcs. Zaro pierced the uruk only to have drawn massive attention to the others. The guards were obviously overwhelmed but some survivors and folk had started to rebel but what could they do to stop such a wild menace? Zaro was surrounded by a large group of orcs who had thrust and stabbed at Zaro with they're blunt, long, and sharp weapons multiple times, leaving him in severe agony. Zaro stroked his weapons to each side fighting like a demon in human form receiving deadly blows but fighting on as much as he could. Many of the townsfolk has retreated out of the town or into they're homes as he distracted many. Zaro had finally broken the circle around him but doubted he could continue his fight. Zaro threw his daggers and struck at the final wave limping and in mass pain but swayed by his adrenaline and fury he overcame the pain and continued to put up a wild and deadly fight. Zaro collapsed into a coma nearly dead, but all the orcs were defeated or had fled and the surviving townsfolk rushed out in cries of joy, depression, and relief for they're the savior.
Zaro had woke up abruptly several times that night.
Ha'zi was rather taken aback by Miriel's invasive personal questions. Why would she want to know so much about him? He'd like to ask her something for once, but at least she was interested in Ha'zi. They had come to be friends pretty quickly.
"Well, I don't know exactly. About 14 or 15 I guess when I was sold into s-slavery.. um." Ha'zi's eyes started getting a bit moist as he was talking, and quickly wiped them away, not wanting to embarass himself in front of Miriel.
"No brothers or sisters for me. Just me, my dad, and mother for the first 15 years or so of my life."
"I, um, don't know really about my mom's age when she d-died. She s-seemed to be, uh, 30."
Ha'zi let out a breath of relief, happy that he was over with that. He was going to just wait for the drinks to come before talking again, but the boy realized this was the open window he'd been waiting for to question. "Hey, Miriel, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you so interested in the island and the Giants?"
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After his great sleep, Ha'zi quickly prepared himself for the day by equipping himself with the necessary clothing and weapons he had for the expedition that day. When he was finally suited up, he exited and closed his room, then met up with Miriel and set out with the others.
"You think you're ready for today?" Ha'zi asked her as they walked with the rest of the group. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
"Well, I don't know exactly. About 14 or 15 I guess when I was sold into s-slavery.. um." Ha'zi's eyes started getting a bit moist as he was talking, and quickly wiped them away, not wanting to embarass himself in front of Miriel.
"No brothers or sisters for me. Just me, my dad, and mother for the first 15 years or so of my life."
"I, um, don't know really about my mom's age when she d-died. She s-seemed to be, uh, 30."
Ha'zi let out a breath of relief, happy that he was over with that. He was going to just wait for the drinks to come before talking again, but the boy realized this was the open window he'd been waiting for to question. "Hey, Miriel, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you so interested in the island and the Giants?"
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After his great sleep, Ha'zi quickly prepared himself for the day by equipping himself with the necessary clothing and weapons he had for the expedition that day. When he was finally suited up, he exited and closed his room, then met up with Miriel and set out with the others.
"You think you're ready for today?" Ha'zi asked her as they walked with the rest of the group. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
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"You, me, Melkor, we're all alike. Just like both of you I was betrayed, me and the closest of my brothers Cannon (I believe that was his name) had our own ideas that we wanted to create. Weapons of war that could kill the children of Eru. I would of been sen to on the Doors of Day if he had not took my punishment. When I was sent to get the prisoners I fought and killed him. It saddened me greatly to strike him down, but he supported a leader who wishes to destroy the world. Pyrus would say, shedding tears of his own.
"Melkor is many things, however he is not a monster nor is he evil. He wishes to take over Arda not destroy it like Manwë. Eru created many things, many sons and daughters, however he failed in raising them. Instead of supporting us he grew fearful and cast us away. When the time comes I will support you and Melkor. Your all I have now and have been a better family than when I was with Aule. He would rest his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance. "Be strong brother, we have yet to see failure.
"Melkor is many things, however he is not a monster nor is he evil. He wishes to take over Arda not destroy it like Manwë. Eru created many things, many sons and daughters, however he failed in raising them. Instead of supporting us he grew fearful and cast us away. When the time comes I will support you and Melkor. Your all I have now and have been a better family than when I was with Aule. He would rest his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance. "Be strong brother, we have yet to see failure.
((Time-Bubble))
Sigeric thanked the Elf, and left the citadel barracks. He walked along the great spur of stone, searching for Celeborn. This great monolith of a city felt eternal, in a way, as though it were a seaside cliff that stood unchanged by the crashing waves of time. And yet nothing could last forever. Sigeric did not doubt that Morgoth could destroy all traces of Minas Tirith, and all other great cities of Men, if given the chance.
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((Expedition))
The Dalish nobleman rode with the other Shifters, clad in his full set of plated mail armour and barbute helmet, his weapons slung across his back and sheathed at his hip. For the first time since that evening in Bree, he actually looked the part of a knight. He watched as the citizens of Gondor gathered to toss flowers at their feet. It felt like a funeral. It was quite likely that they were marching to their deaths, he supposed. As they rode out of Minas Tirith's great gates, Sigeric saw only the Trickster's play, as he was slain before the entrance to this very city. His thoughts were interrupted by the nearby Daugo's question. "Must we lose track of every Dwarf within our party?" He asked, to no one in particular. Thoruk had always seemed to be of an honorable disposition. Sigeric knew that he would not abandon the group, as Grimnir quite possibly had. He turned to his fellow shifters. "Were any of you with him last night, during your excursions into the lower city?"
Sigeric thanked the Elf, and left the citadel barracks. He walked along the great spur of stone, searching for Celeborn. This great monolith of a city felt eternal, in a way, as though it were a seaside cliff that stood unchanged by the crashing waves of time. And yet nothing could last forever. Sigeric did not doubt that Morgoth could destroy all traces of Minas Tirith, and all other great cities of Men, if given the chance.
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((Expedition))
The Dalish nobleman rode with the other Shifters, clad in his full set of plated mail armour and barbute helmet, his weapons slung across his back and sheathed at his hip. For the first time since that evening in Bree, he actually looked the part of a knight. He watched as the citizens of Gondor gathered to toss flowers at their feet. It felt like a funeral. It was quite likely that they were marching to their deaths, he supposed. As they rode out of Minas Tirith's great gates, Sigeric saw only the Trickster's play, as he was slain before the entrance to this very city. His thoughts were interrupted by the nearby Daugo's question. "Must we lose track of every Dwarf within our party?" He asked, to no one in particular. Thoruk had always seemed to be of an honorable disposition. Sigeric knew that he would not abandon the group, as Grimnir quite possibly had. He turned to his fellow shifters. "Were any of you with him last night, during your excursions into the lower city?"
((time bubble))
"Fack..." Thoruk thinks as the tree went flying back like a branch in a tornado as everything goes black. His mind paints some pictures, pictures of the previous shifter. "Damn Idiot" is what he can hear clearly while seeing the wife doing a mixture of laughing and facepalming. "That was just my finger tip, how dou you plan on using 1 percent if even my fingertip uses 100 percent?" he asks Irdis as he, himself also materializes in his dream and walks towards Irdis. "This is no where near a simple task, I'd be glad if you could tell me HOW to use only 1 percent. Guess you're traped inside me and It'd be to make both of our lives easier, don't you think?" he asks as he scratches his forehead as he looks into Irdis eyes.
((now))
"Ohhh.." he grumbles, grabbing his head. "What was...ahhh" his voice goes a bit louder then expected as he tries to get up, pressing his hands into the still quite soft ground. He looks towards the finger he had used earlier. "It hasn't healed yet? It feels like I've slept for weeks.." than he remembers that their journey was about to start. "Oh shit" he says, jumping up, searching for his helmet and his axe, pulling it out with the right hand..."ahhh, no-no-no, not a good idea." he says to himself, picking the axe up with his left hand, pulling it out of the soft layer of grass and moss. "I hope it hasn't been days." he says, putting on his helmet, running towards the gates of Minas Tirith.
"Fack..." Thoruk thinks as the tree went flying back like a branch in a tornado as everything goes black. His mind paints some pictures, pictures of the previous shifter. "Damn Idiot" is what he can hear clearly while seeing the wife doing a mixture of laughing and facepalming. "That was just my finger tip, how dou you plan on using 1 percent if even my fingertip uses 100 percent?" he asks Irdis as he, himself also materializes in his dream and walks towards Irdis. "This is no where near a simple task, I'd be glad if you could tell me HOW to use only 1 percent. Guess you're traped inside me and It'd be to make both of our lives easier, don't you think?" he asks as he scratches his forehead as he looks into Irdis eyes.
((now))
"Ohhh.." he grumbles, grabbing his head. "What was...ahhh" his voice goes a bit louder then expected as he tries to get up, pressing his hands into the still quite soft ground. He looks towards the finger he had used earlier. "It hasn't healed yet? It feels like I've slept for weeks.." than he remembers that their journey was about to start. "Oh shit" he says, jumping up, searching for his helmet and his axe, pulling it out with the right hand..."ahhh, no-no-no, not a good idea." he says to himself, picking the axe up with his left hand, pulling it out of the soft layer of grass and moss. "I hope it hasn't been days." he says, putting on his helmet, running towards the gates of Minas Tirith.
"So will this be easier or harder than Gondolin?" Dimitri asked Glorfindel. He waved at his adoring fans, many women, and did that BOOM, BOOM, FIRAHPOWAH thing.
"ffs we need to put a collar with bells on those dwarves" Iver said before adding "want me to go bat and look for the wanker?"
((All time-bubbled events.))
"Not at all," Miriel said as the barkeep returned with two glass chalices containing a bluey, greenish liquid with some pulp in it.
She took a sip from her drink and put it down before beginning, "The idea of giants, the world ending, danger, excitement, all of it is quite intriguing but more than just that. It's exhilarating. All my life," she paused, "I was frightened of what was out there in the great beyond. My world was just my family. My sisters, father and mother were all I had. We were poor farmers in Anfalas. My father was a harsh man who took out his anger for the poor harvests, bad trades and blamed even the rise of Sauron on us. My oldest sister," she coughed, "Was loved the most by him before she passed in with the flu. Then it was just Aranel, myself and Laurelos. He never really liked Aranel, abandoned her a lot. My mother raised the three of us. Both her and my father died in the later flu. The three of us had somehow survived, at least for that while. On our own. Until the Lord of Langstrand adopted us from our tiny hamlet and allowed us to live with his other children. Aranel and Laurelos both ran away from home as they hated trying to adapt to that lifestyle. I stayed. I wanted to learn about the rest of the world, to see it with my own eyes. Lord Artano of Langstrand told me of great places. Huge mountains in the North, wide wilds across the east, the great steppes of the red mountains, the southern deserts and the jungles of Far Harad, the yellow plains of Rohan and the elven realms. Great inland seas and the longest river in the world. I wanted to see it all. It was so exciting. Then you and Cardiloc came along with prophecies of doom, destruction, Morgoth, Giants, a mysterious island and the Valar. You can see why I want to join you in your adventure. I want to see it all."
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Sigeric saw two figures at the end of the rocky outcrop. One had his foot on the ledge and the other stood, staring out into the east. Celeborn and Glorfindel.
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"Listen here," Irdis said to Thoruk, "This newfound power of yours is uncontrollable for the moment. So don't try to use it. It would destroy your body. I would only advise trying it in a situation of desperate measures. Don't try to control its output, let it flow within you, naturally. Got it, kid? Now wake up and let your wounds heal..." she faded into his mind, disappearing.
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"Huh?" Miriel asked, turning to him slightly. Had she not slept? Ha'zi saw dark circles beneath her green eyes and she seemed quite tired. "Yeah, of course, I'm ready for today, Ha'zi." She pushed him lightly for even doubting she was and saddled up to her horse, placing her spare clothing, change and other apparel into its many bag-pockets.
"Easier, hopefully," Glorfindel muttered, not partaking in Dimitri's muscular show-offs. They made it to their horses and the elf hopped on gracefully. Dimitri had a handkerchief thrown at him with the address to a certain noble lady in Minas Tirith. It was coated with an outline of her lips.
Glorfindel turned to Iver, "That is unnecessary," he inclined his head towards the North-South road where a single dwarf was running like a madman through the procession of Gondorian Cavalry.
"It seems our dwarf friend has found us."
Thoruk saw the others ahead of him as he panted. He had run for an hour straight and his broken finger was wringing with pain. Daugo and Sigeric noticed that he had wounds across both his arms, cuts and swelling as well as bruises.
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Mairon looked up at Pyrus and suddenly embraced him. The Maia was actually crying, full on crying.
"Forgive me," he said, "It's just that I can never cry in front of Melkor. I can never bring myself to do it in his presence. He does not know that I truly see him as more than just a brother. He is like a father to me, Pyrus. And I cannot lose him. Not after we just had him returned."
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"Not at all," Miriel said as the barkeep returned with two glass chalices containing a bluey, greenish liquid with some pulp in it.
She took a sip from her drink and put it down before beginning, "The idea of giants, the world ending, danger, excitement, all of it is quite intriguing but more than just that. It's exhilarating. All my life," she paused, "I was frightened of what was out there in the great beyond. My world was just my family. My sisters, father and mother were all I had. We were poor farmers in Anfalas. My father was a harsh man who took out his anger for the poor harvests, bad trades and blamed even the rise of Sauron on us. My oldest sister," she coughed, "Was loved the most by him before she passed in with the flu. Then it was just Aranel, myself and Laurelos. He never really liked Aranel, abandoned her a lot. My mother raised the three of us. Both her and my father died in the later flu. The three of us had somehow survived, at least for that while. On our own. Until the Lord of Langstrand adopted us from our tiny hamlet and allowed us to live with his other children. Aranel and Laurelos both ran away from home as they hated trying to adapt to that lifestyle. I stayed. I wanted to learn about the rest of the world, to see it with my own eyes. Lord Artano of Langstrand told me of great places. Huge mountains in the North, wide wilds across the east, the great steppes of the red mountains, the southern deserts and the jungles of Far Harad, the yellow plains of Rohan and the elven realms. Great inland seas and the longest river in the world. I wanted to see it all. It was so exciting. Then you and Cardiloc came along with prophecies of doom, destruction, Morgoth, Giants, a mysterious island and the Valar. You can see why I want to join you in your adventure. I want to see it all."
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Sigeric saw two figures at the end of the rocky outcrop. One had his foot on the ledge and the other stood, staring out into the east. Celeborn and Glorfindel.
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"Listen here," Irdis said to Thoruk, "This newfound power of yours is uncontrollable for the moment. So don't try to use it. It would destroy your body. I would only advise trying it in a situation of desperate measures. Don't try to control its output, let it flow within you, naturally. Got it, kid? Now wake up and let your wounds heal..." she faded into his mind, disappearing.
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"Huh?" Miriel asked, turning to him slightly. Had she not slept? Ha'zi saw dark circles beneath her green eyes and she seemed quite tired. "Yeah, of course, I'm ready for today, Ha'zi." She pushed him lightly for even doubting she was and saddled up to her horse, placing her spare clothing, change and other apparel into its many bag-pockets.
"Easier, hopefully," Glorfindel muttered, not partaking in Dimitri's muscular show-offs. They made it to their horses and the elf hopped on gracefully. Dimitri had a handkerchief thrown at him with the address to a certain noble lady in Minas Tirith. It was coated with an outline of her lips.
Glorfindel turned to Iver, "That is unnecessary," he inclined his head towards the North-South road where a single dwarf was running like a madman through the procession of Gondorian Cavalry.
"It seems our dwarf friend has found us."
Thoruk saw the others ahead of him as he panted. He had run for an hour straight and his broken finger was wringing with pain. Daugo and Sigeric noticed that he had wounds across both his arms, cuts and swelling as well as bruises.
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Mairon looked up at Pyrus and suddenly embraced him. The Maia was actually crying, full on crying.
"Forgive me," he said, "It's just that I can never cry in front of Melkor. I can never bring myself to do it in his presence. He does not know that I truly see him as more than just a brother. He is like a father to me, Pyrus. And I cannot lose him. Not after we just had him returned."
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Well this was unexpected. As he was embraced he didn't know what to do, so hesitantly he in turn embraced Mairon, patting him on the back once. Twice. And then stopping. A strange situation he was in. "Don't worry we won't. The fence will make sure of that along with everything else. Even my powers. I may not know him as much as you do but I understand, I truly do, and just as I was given life I will give my life to ensure he lives."
Ha'zi gulped and his heart pounded as he replied to Miriel, "I understand that. Living in Harad m-made me feel trapped. My family couldn't go anywhere, and no matter what positive things there were in that place, they were overshadowed by the feeling that.. that we would have nowhere to go, no one to help us."
Ha'zi said "Thanks" as the barkeep dropped off their drinks. He took a sip of his to try it out before continuing, "All I ever wanted to do was leave and explore the world. The jungles and deserts of Far Harad. Sail along the coasts of Umbar. Meet people and places I never would have seen if I were to stay in my homeland. The place gave me a feel of adventure... and I'm not sure if I regret wanting to get out. Because when I finally did, I was hit, hard."
"Starting with that island. My f-friend... Lesier... he took care of me on the slave ships. He was the only one who understood me, and he was like a father to me. If we were to ever get back home to the mainland, I'd wanted to live with him and whatever family he had left."
"But that... that island.. it took away everything for me. Lesier, he was obliterated by that horrible Destroyer. Right in front of me. I- I could have saved him. But I was too late and too foolish, and the only person I had left in my life... was gone."
"It only got worse from there onwards. We only lost more people, our lives were manipulated and twisted, and even the gods tried to destroy us."
He stopped, and really looked at Miriel with a sad expression, "There's nothing exciting about what we are going to have to do. People, so many people, will die. All just to allow us, the Karoltai, to beat Morgoth. And I don't even know how we can beat him. But we have to try. So that people can continue to have a happy life with their loved ones. So there is a place to call home left in the world. So that there is a world left to be explored and a life to live."
"Miriel... the world is a cruel, beautiful place. No matter what happens, there is some light and happiness. Every hardship you've experienced takes you somewhere special and you get to learn from your mistakes. My adventure, no matter how much I hated, was disgusted by it, brought me a family. Brought me to places I would never see before and people I never would have met. Brought me to you." He smiled and snifled.
"So.. do you think you are willing to do this, to really join us? You could really lose everything to try and stop Him."
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"Just checking up on ya." He grinned, then looked up ahead at the others, and remembered something. "Hey, Miriel, I need to talk to someone for a second. Be right back." Ha'zi quickly maneuvers through the crowd of people gathered, focusing on reaching two figures: Celeborn and Glorfindel.
He'd almost completely forgotten about his book. Now was a good a time as ever to get them to look at it, while he still had the chance.
When he finally got close to them, he pulled out the strange Valarin book, and showed it to the two intimidating elves. "Uh, hey, would you mind trying to tell me what this says?" He said nervously. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Ha'zi said "Thanks" as the barkeep dropped off their drinks. He took a sip of his to try it out before continuing, "All I ever wanted to do was leave and explore the world. The jungles and deserts of Far Harad. Sail along the coasts of Umbar. Meet people and places I never would have seen if I were to stay in my homeland. The place gave me a feel of adventure... and I'm not sure if I regret wanting to get out. Because when I finally did, I was hit, hard."
"Starting with that island. My f-friend... Lesier... he took care of me on the slave ships. He was the only one who understood me, and he was like a father to me. If we were to ever get back home to the mainland, I'd wanted to live with him and whatever family he had left."
"But that... that island.. it took away everything for me. Lesier, he was obliterated by that horrible Destroyer. Right in front of me. I- I could have saved him. But I was too late and too foolish, and the only person I had left in my life... was gone."
"It only got worse from there onwards. We only lost more people, our lives were manipulated and twisted, and even the gods tried to destroy us."
He stopped, and really looked at Miriel with a sad expression, "There's nothing exciting about what we are going to have to do. People, so many people, will die. All just to allow us, the Karoltai, to beat Morgoth. And I don't even know how we can beat him. But we have to try. So that people can continue to have a happy life with their loved ones. So there is a place to call home left in the world. So that there is a world left to be explored and a life to live."
"Miriel... the world is a cruel, beautiful place. No matter what happens, there is some light and happiness. Every hardship you've experienced takes you somewhere special and you get to learn from your mistakes. My adventure, no matter how much I hated, was disgusted by it, brought me a family. Brought me to places I would never see before and people I never would have met. Brought me to you." He smiled and snifled.
"So.. do you think you are willing to do this, to really join us? You could really lose everything to try and stop Him."
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"Just checking up on ya." He grinned, then looked up ahead at the others, and remembered something. "Hey, Miriel, I need to talk to someone for a second. Be right back." Ha'zi quickly maneuvers through the crowd of people gathered, focusing on reaching two figures: Celeborn and Glorfindel.
He'd almost completely forgotten about his book. Now was a good a time as ever to get them to look at it, while he still had the chance.
When he finally got close to them, he pulled out the strange Valarin book, and showed it to the two intimidating elves. "Uh, hey, would you mind trying to tell me what this says?" He said nervously. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
A lot passed between Miriel and Ha'zi as he spoke. The young man couldn't quite tell what she was thinking and as much as he tried to, her emotions were masked very well. She had finished her drink in the meantime and Ha'zi noticed his had been overwhelming with tastes that he couldn't put his nose on.
"Ha'zi," she leaned forward on the table, "I don't have much to lose in this world. And these moments now, I feel like I know you better than most people in my own life. And I never truly open up about myself or my family to others," She took his hand in hers, "I am willing to join you. If you'll have me." There seemed to be something in her eye but she brushed it away with her other hand.
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Celeborn stared at him with confusion, "I have not seen such dialect in any scriptures, Mister Haaazee?"
Glorfindel's eye caught the tome and his heart skipped a beat. He stared at the words on the book with horror but quickly masked it.
"That is the Book of Vana." He said, keeping his voice low.
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"Thank you," Mairon coughed, disengaging from Pyrus and standing up with his brother. "We've spent enough time here. The fence and our other defenses shall work against the Free Peoples, however, there are more pressing threats than they. Manwe's Army, the Might of Valinor, the Host of the West outmatches us in strength. If they were to descend upon us we would not stand a chance. Melkor lacks the strength to recreate his most fearsome weapon, the dragons. They were the reason the Host of the West suffered high casualties in the War, had it not been for Earendil, Ancalagon would have wiped out the West's arsenal and brought fire and fury to Valinor herself. We need to return and bolster our siblings for battle with them. Fighting the Children of Illuvitar, even the Karoltai, is easy but against the thousands of Ainur under Manwe's employ-" he paused, "It shall require a feat of strength that we do not have." He waited for Pyrus to initiate flight and would follow.
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"Ha'zi," she leaned forward on the table, "I don't have much to lose in this world. And these moments now, I feel like I know you better than most people in my own life. And I never truly open up about myself or my family to others," She took his hand in hers, "I am willing to join you. If you'll have me." There seemed to be something in her eye but she brushed it away with her other hand.
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Celeborn stared at him with confusion, "I have not seen such dialect in any scriptures, Mister Haaazee?"
Glorfindel's eye caught the tome and his heart skipped a beat. He stared at the words on the book with horror but quickly masked it.
"That is the Book of Vana." He said, keeping his voice low.
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"Thank you," Mairon coughed, disengaging from Pyrus and standing up with his brother. "We've spent enough time here. The fence and our other defenses shall work against the Free Peoples, however, there are more pressing threats than they. Manwe's Army, the Might of Valinor, the Host of the West outmatches us in strength. If they were to descend upon us we would not stand a chance. Melkor lacks the strength to recreate his most fearsome weapon, the dragons. They were the reason the Host of the West suffered high casualties in the War, had it not been for Earendil, Ancalagon would have wiped out the West's arsenal and brought fire and fury to Valinor herself. We need to return and bolster our siblings for battle with them. Fighting the Children of Illuvitar, even the Karoltai, is easy but against the thousands of Ainur under Manwe's employ-" he paused, "It shall require a feat of strength that we do not have." He waited for Pyrus to initiate flight and would follow.
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His body felt like jelly as she grabbed his hand. It also could have been the drink, made him feel weird. But it was probably just her. "Of- of course I'll have you! I'd probably be bored out of my mind on the way to Mordor if you weren't there." He laughed.
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The boy stared up at Glorfindel in confusion. "Who's this "Vana"?" He whispered back. "And what's important about her book?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
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She smiled and left go of his hand, leaning back in her chair and said after a long awkward silence, "So, you wouldn't mind me telling Card that you find him boring?" A sly smirk crossed her face and she stood up, "Catch me if you can." The challenge was issued and she strode off without another word, not running but walking rather quickly, her slender form moving through the bar and towards the door.
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Celeborn listened intently to Glorfindel, "She is one of the Valar, the Lady of Orome and Queen of Forests." He mumbled, staring at the book, his hands hovering above it as if drawn to the book, "May I?" he asked, waiting for Ha'zi to hand him it.
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Celeborn listened intently to Glorfindel, "She is one of the Valar, the Lady of Orome and Queen of Forests." He mumbled, staring at the book, his hands hovering above it as if drawn to the book, "May I?" he asked, waiting for Ha'zi to hand him it.
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