On possibly reserving him at Ataraxion.

[sonof_thrain]

A horror game?

Did you really lose your wits this time? What in Durin's name made you think I'd want anything to do with this? I have a quest to complete. Or, does that not register now? I know you've been searching for somewhere to place me and this might be it, am I right? At least, I can see some familiar faces in this hell you are about to send me.

My nephews and one burglar are already there I see. Is that why you wish to send me? Nay, horror aboard a floating vessel in space. Madness. Witchcraft for sure. Know this, I will not take lightly to being scared out of my wits by some hell spawn aboard this floating craft. I do not fear most things but Ataraxion seems inhuman.

I think I need an ale, or two.

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[coveredinrust]

Good luck. You'll need it.

[sonof_thrain]

What do you mean by that?

[coveredinrust]

I mean that if you're going to be forced into a horror game, of all things, you're going to need as much luck as you can get. I've seen the things they do to those in games like that. It's not pretty.

[sonof_thrain]

What kind of things?

[coveredinrust]

Physical and emotional torture. One muse of my mun's-- a fragile, sick girl-- was cut open, and the... things... there placed something inside of her.

[sonof_thrain]

[He swallowed.] Durin, no....

I will fight anything which threatens me. Then resist. It is all you can do against such threats.

[coveredinrust]

[she nods wordlessly, and then a humorless smirk touches the edge of her lips.]

I guess it's a lucky thing that my mundane isn't sure that I'd survive an ordeal like that. It's one reason I personally haven't been put in one of those games. I guess being "sick" has its advantages.

[sonof_thrain]

I do not know what made my scribe believe he could place me in such a place. Perhaps, because I have seen my fair share of fights, he thinks I can handle it.

[Don't be cocky now, Thorin.]

I have seen others of my kin already there.

[coveredinrust]

That's lucky. For you, anyway. Not so much for them.

[sonof_thrain]

If they need aid, then I will bring my sword to the battle. I will not stand idle as they are placed in danger.

[coveredinrust]

And again... good luck with that.

[it's stated with her usual cool indifference, but there's less of an edge to it than normal. could it be that she... actually MEANS it?

maybe.]

[sonof_thrain]

Thank you. [He would need it.]

Madness. Sometimes, I feel as if my scribe has lost all senses he ever had to start with.

[coveredinrust]

Implying that he ever had senses at all. Muns don't seem to be born with that kind of thing.

[sonof_thrain]

Aye. That could be a true word. A horror game. Why? [He sighed.]

[coveredinrust]

Because they think that it's fun to torture us.

[sonof_thrain]

Then they are deprived. I do not wish to be part of their torture plans.

[coveredinrust]

No one does. Except for the sadistic ones who are doing the torturing.

[sonof_thrain]

Torturing? What kind of torture are we speaking of here?

[ploughed]

Yes, being drunk. Surely that is the best way to face horrors you barely comprehend.

[sonof_thrain]

What would you suggest, elf?

[ploughed]

Having your wits about you, for a start. If you can manage that.

Hope we both make it to Ataraxion ;)

[sonof_thrain]

I always have my wits about me. [You dare insult me, elf? I wouldn't if I were you...]

It seems my scribe has lost all of his.

:)

[ploughed]

[ Iorveth doesn't look convinced about that. ]

Do you truly expect more from a human?

Re: We'll rock the house- uh, ship, dude XD

[sonof_thrain]

Perhaps not. I have nothing against who he is, just his manner of thinking at times.

totally!!

[ploughed]

And that's it? You'll show mild irritation and be done with it?

[sonof_thrain]

Of course not. I refuse to be coaxed into mortal danger because of a whim from him.

[ploughed]

Then perhaps you aren't completely hopeless.

[sonof_thrain]

[He glared at the elf.]

I am not completely hopeless, far from it. You would do well to harness that tongue of yours, elf.

[ploughed]

[ Iorveth snorts. He's not terribly elegant. ] You're not the first to suggest as much.

[sonof_thrain]

Perhaps not. [He could see this elf had a tongue on him. Yet, Thorin had a tongue too.]

Is your scribe also sending you into one of these games?

[ploughed]

That is her aim, but I have no desire to play along with some dh'oine's whims.

[sonof_thrain]

Dh'oine? What is that? [Silly elven speak. Ugh.]

[ploughed]

It's Elder Speak for human. [ He practically snarls the translation. Humans are the worst Thorin you don't even understand!! ]

[sonof_thrain]

You despise humans then? [Just as maybe, Thorin despised elves.]

[ploughed]

Of course I do. I have a brain in my ploughing skull. [ His tone says HOW CAN YOU NOT? He's not used to Tolkienverse humans. ]

[sonof_thrain]

No need to lose your temper, elf. We are not the same. [Keep it down, elf boy. Don't give Thorin a headache.]

What makes you hate them so?

[ploughed]

Oh, no real reason. [ He couldn't sound more sarcastic if he tried. ] It's simply that they're systematically oppressing and killing off all the Elder Races. Including yours, Dwarf.

Well done for getting into Ataraxion, by the way ;)

[sonof_thrain]

[No need for the sarcasm, elf. Thorin can dish that out also.]

Humans do not kill off dwarves from where I come from. Orcs and Goblins are more our enemy then Men. Nay, my quarrel is with a mighty dragon.

[ringbearer]

You'll find the three of them safe and well.
[ there's a pause. it isn't every day you meet both fili and kili, your younger uncle and the king under the mountain. frodo smiles wryly. ]

Though I cannot speak much for the kitchen.

Scratch that. I've reserved him at Animus now ;)

[sonof_thrain]

They are safe? It eases the worry in my heart some. I thank you, hobbit. [He nodded.]

The kitchen? Have they?- [Oh no. Not more pillaging.]