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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Card nodded as Marcos legs began to steam, Joplin’s lifeless body before the Gondorian on the floor. “It is done then.” He spoke, walking over to his companion. The Dunlending knelt down and pulled him up from under his shoulders. “Sigeric, Thoruk, help me with him.” He looked over a the pair.
 
"Watch your time, Arandil." One of the Gondorians warned him.

"We've all suffered. You should know that. Your brother hasn't awoken from whatever sleep he has been put in." Another reprimanded the man.

Commander Magath kept his voice low and curt, "Bury the dead. Sleep. Then in the morning, if this Marco lad is awake, we'll question him and see whether or not this decision was ill-made. Hopefully there'll be something out of his cooperation that shall help us. Then we'll make for Osgiliath. The Ithilien Rangers have some equipment but it isn't enough. With the destruction of our camping gear we'll be forced to resort to alternative means." He turned to the Ithilien Rangers, "Is the Henneth Annun outpost still active?"

One nodded. "It's a day's trek from here."

"We'll transfer to it. From there we'll grab a ship south to Osgiliath. Since we've lost over 90% of our forces we can travel by boat down the Anduin." Magath laid their plans out. "Is everyone understood? If you wonder off or get lost I have no care in the world to retrieve you. Gondorian, Elf or Giant. Keep your senses and don't do anything witless. Now find some rocks and let's make a mound for these sorry saps." Magath walked over to a couple of rocks and picked one large one up, moving to the side of the road and beginning a pile. They lacked shovels and this was the next best alternative for Joplin and Elladan.

Celeborn looked up, saddened, "It makes no difference. I lead them to their deaths. All of them. And they died in vain. It's up to us to give meaning to their sacrifices." He looked at Ha'zi, his face a blank, seemed about to speak but kept quiet. There was too much bad blood between all of them.

Glorfindel spoke up instead, "You," he cornered the Karoltai, "Your Flyer has run away for some reason or another. But you must all answer for the acts of treason displayed in Mordor. I don't care if only one of you committed it, you all are taking the blame for this." Then he turned on Ha'zi, "You. Why did you kill my kinsmen? Why did you eat Lord Celeborn? And above all else, why did you not alert us to the fact the self-professed Gondorian Lady, Miriel, was an enemy and a Karoltai?"

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"Sure." Tytus replied and repeated the orders to them all.

Upon reaching the mountains, they settled down at the foothills near a murky river. The water tasted like shit but Thule was able to freeze it over whilst Penduilas heated it up to create a more purified substance.

Raddis tried to hunt a rabbit and failed. On the other hand Endo successfully caught a bear, yes a fucking bear, with the assistance of Yellena who beat it to death with her bare hands.

They cooked it with a fire that Tytus started and settled in for the night, sleeping under the trees. Some huddled for warmth whilst others slept alone. Miriel was watched over by Evenis. Berethor checked up on her before returning to his own area by a bush and laid down there. Tytus remained awake with Thule to watch over the camp. Equas went to sleep instantly, cuddling himself. Raddis slept in the furs of the bear Yellena caught. Surprisingly, they both shared a blanket together. Endo slept alone in a tree, quite uncomfortably. Meanwhile, Penduilas took turns for the watch squad.

Where would Mirecyla sleep after she ate a pound of chunky grilled bear?

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Cardiloc resorted to carrying Marco in his arms, buckling a bit under the wait. “Now wait just a moment? Treason? We only wish to help you, that’s why we fought against the proto giants for your sake!” Card looked dumbfounded at the accusations. “As for Miriel... she deceived us as well, we had our suspicions though...” [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
The dwarf, looking rather amused from the elf's anger speaks up. "At first, o' mighty princess, I'm not taking any blame for this, you chose to go with us, we didn't say that you have to, so that's your fault in the first place. Plus I wasn't even with you guys as you talked bout that you want to join us, I was training my abilities down at some waterfalls in rivendell, I had no interest in bringing you here, I knew what would happend to normal humans, or in this case elves.." he stoppes to look at the elf. "Or why do you think that no dwarves are on this battlefield my pointy eared friend?" he asks the elf before answering himself. "I spoke with King Thorin, he himself asked me for advice and I told them to prepare deffences and stand their ground. They are currently gathering every dwarf of every village in whole middle earth together, even the blue mountains, they are preparing for what will come and thats what you should have done aswell. Realy, I don't have any big hate against you, but to blame ME for THIS is just pure nonsense. You chose to do this and you knew what could happend or rather what would most certainly happen. I'm not sure what you will do now after blaming everyone for your own mistakes, but I will return to my kin and prepare them for what will come. I will stand my ground and protect every last dwarf and even every last man of dale, that's the least thing I can do after not defeating our all enemy" he says, going away from the elves, sitting down and leaning aginst a tree trunk.
 
His face was stricken as the elf began his argument again. "Look, Glorfindel, I'm not even going to explain this to you anymore. I was already beaten and had my arms fucking sliced off, both by you, the last time I tried and it still didn't make a difference. You know that i had no control over any of this. And I'll just leave it that, thank you very much." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
“Indeed, this wasn’t what I personally wanted to do but your captain Crandil thought otherwise. All of you knew the risks about travelling into Mordor. But that doesn’t matter anymore, we achieved something there we heavily weakened the enemy. Many of his Maiar died and his giants had defected. We should head to Osgiliath tomorrow, then Minas Tirith.” He reasoned with the Gondorians.
 
Dimitri cheered on his Lord, the awe-inspiring Vala Tulkas as he clashed with the wet blanket of a Dark Lord, Morgoth. There was the occasional wince as He seemed to take a bit of a beating, but Dimitri's faith never faltered and it rather increased tenfold with each blow landed on the foe by his Lord. There was no belief in the Forochelrim's mind that the weakling Morgoth could actually win against such a legendary fighter, so his cheers were repetitive and never stopping, as to praise and encourage Tulkas. "TULKAS, TULKAS, TULKAS, TULKAS, TULKAS, TULKAS, TULKAS, Tulkas, Tul.... Tulkas?" The sounds of his echoing encouragement faded as horror unfolded before Dimitri's eyes. True horror. Nothing had scared him, nothing had come as close, to when his Lord, the Almighty Champion of the Valar Tulkas, faded from the world.

Dimitri felt as if time slowed down as the despicable Sauron plunged a blade into the boastful hero, the fighter’s great resounding laughs turning into soul crushing screams. And it wasn't even done yet. The atrocious act developed into an even worse scene as Tulkas, Tulkas the Great, Tulkas the Almighty, Tulkas the Champion, had all the light fade in his eyes, then surge back out all at once, his very essence exploding before Dimitri.


This couldn't be happening. Tulkas couldn't die. He is unkillable. Impossible to defeat. Invulnerable. Some pitiful being like Sauron wouldn't be able to slay him, to slay Tulkas. It would have to be Eru Himself, not him. That filth will pay for this damned act.


With a rage unlike any he had before, Dimitri charged at Sauron and the hellspawn he had similarly dreamt about slaying, warhammer raised and ready to swing it with a vengeance for his Tulkas. But for the Forochelrim, the cruel elements known as fate and irony came to strike him down, as an elven rider intercepts the raging man from his suicidal charge, and drags him away from the slaughter and onto their steed, very similar to the way Dimitri himself once did the same thing to Daugo, taking the hobbit away from his own loved ones. The elf berates the Man as he struggles, cursing and thrashing as he demands for his savior to turn around and take him to Tulkas. Soon the world turns black, just like His eyes before the deafening chaos, as a blow comes to the side of his head. The group of elves that had come to assist their comrade with the raging Dimitri haul his unconscious ass and ride off together away from the chaos behind.

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Dimitri sulks in the shadows, his anger at the elves as a whole churning. He gazes with little interest at the whole event happening, with divisions forming and hate rising among the survivors. He only thinks of a time to strike at these damned pointy-ears, and considers now a good time as they were all distracted by their own internal squabbles, but decides later when their defenses are down would be best. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"I should not watch my tongue , brothers, I'm trying to keep the rest of us alive. Picking a fight with shape shifters will end you without a doubt. Simmer down, I beg you."
 
"The fuck does he mean by 'treason'?" Daugo asked aloud, confused and annoyed by how frequently these people were starting to lash out.
 
"He probably means me, to be honest. None of the others did anything bad besides seeming to assist some of those giants on killing Osman. I'm the one that did real damage." Ha'zi replies despairingly. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
Daugo gave Ha'zi the look of an understanding uncle waiting for his nephew to admit wrongdoing.
"What did you do, Ha'zi?" he said, walking over to where he was, so that he didn't have to talk so loudly.
 
"Didn't you already hear from him? I killed. I was some mindless beast only focusing on killing and eating. I fucking ate Celeborn, that's why he's in the shape he is, same as I. And to top all of that off, Miriel betrayed us, Daugo. She is a shifter." Ha'zi explained, droplets forming in his eyes. "And they blame me for all of that. All of it. Even Miriel." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
Mirecyla would cough and gag, pulling out another long hair from the bear, setting it atop the growing pile she would glare at Raddis and Yellena. Whoever skinned it did a poor job. Or was this simply payback? Payback for her being an asshole to them? Probably not though, standing up she would finish her chunk of meat and pick up the hairs, throwing them into the fire. Looking around she noticed everyone, well mostly everyone cuddling up. Suddenly she wished that she hadn't thrown away the pile of fur. Hugging herself she would lay down, pulling her knees into her shirt and eventually some some trouble her arms made it through, and the front of her face, including her ears. "If someone wants to get warm they can come begging." She mumbled to herself.
 
Equas tried to cuddle up to Mirecyla, rather awkwardly.

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"You killed Eargund and Beredur, you bastard." Harris spoke to Ha'zi.

"You bite off Celeborn's arm. The only reason we're alive right now is because he was there to lead us back in retreat." Karstir stated.

"Yeah, fuck you Haradrim boy." One of the Gondorians said. His friend hit him lightly.

"For all I care, dwarf, you can go back to the north and rot. We don't need a bearded fat-bellied roiler sarding about everything because he's got a stick bigger than a tree trunk stuck up his arse." Another Gondorian said to Thoruk in the midst of the argument.

"Can we please just cease this mindless bickering?" Celeborn asked them. The request did not come as an order but instead the pained agony of a broken elf on the verge of his own delusions being shattered.

"We understood the costs of this mission. The price. I did not expect myself to survive. I wanted to die back then. For myself to wake up in the Halls of Mandos along with my grandsons. For my daughter to visit me. For my wife's warm hands and healing voice. But I was not given death. Not yet. Even after Ha'zi attempted to eat me. I don't care about any of it anymore. I don't care if you're an elf or a man or even a dwarf. All I care about is ending this damned apocalypse and slaying both Morgoth and Manwë. The world would be well rid of them. So, please, I beg of you, put aside your differences. If not for an elf who's burying his grandson then the greater good of Arda. Are you able do that?"

Glorfindel quieted. Magath continued pulling rocks and rolling them over to the burial mounds on the side of the road. The Ithilien Rangers watched in silence whilst the Gondorians sheathed their blades and so did the pitiful remainder of the elves.

Marco was quite light in Cardiloc's arms and they still did not know where to put him.
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"Master, you've been asleep for near a fortnight." Aranel answered him.

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"We sleep back to back and I swear if I hear you snore I'm punching you." She would mumble, making it very clear to him that nothing would be happening or will come close to happening.
 
" Fighting each other will get us to fucking nowhere ,except either to the Halls of Mandos or Eru-knows where men go. This is what Melkor wants, us fighting and arguing with each other like a bunch of whores." Arandil began to become very frustrated but pleased that they listened to the elf.
"We have to get moving. Good to see you actually sheathed your swords. Now don't unsheathe them again. We need to be united. The elf spoke and you silenced stay that way.The elf is wiser than all of us" he said to all the Gondorians."He does not spew random bullshit like most of us. His words have meanings. Now let us move on. We can't afford to lose time with all these injured."
 
"We'll talk about this later, Daugo." Ha'zi whispers to the hobbit, then faces his insulters, each wicked sentence feeling like a stab to the gut. The boy felt hate towards all of them, especially that one Gondorian who spoke particularly despicably to Ha'zi, and was close to sending out a fiery kick at them. But Celeborn's words suppressed his violent tendencies, and so he stayed silent.
 
"And stop insulting the Haradrim. Wait that is why you all despise him isn't it? Because he is from Harad? Your birthplace means nothing now. Whether you're Rhunic, Avari, Noldor, Numenorean. There is one enemy lads, and only one. Melkor. He is the one that has returned to plunge all of Arda into darkness and chaos. Remember that. He is the only enemy. Not Rhun, not the Woood-elves, not Harad. Only the dark lord, that doomed our ancestral home thousands of years ago in the second age. For his second in command attempted to make Melkor's presence stronger even after he was banished from Ea.
So I bid you stand united , protect the shoulder of the comrade next to you, no matter his race, no matter what House he belongs to. In this war we unite against a common foe."
 
"Lord Celeborn, I say we head towards this Henneth Annun, now." Cardiloc spoke to the elf, he gazed down at Marco for a moment, they had made the right choice there... hadn't they?
 
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