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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Huh?" A collective gasp came from eight of the fighting individuals as their heads swung towards Thoruk in attention like a group of thirsty pelicans.
"Silver? SILVER!" The first cried and rushed toward Thoruk before slowly being followed by the others. They swarmed towards Arandil and the Dwarf like a group of lemmings.
Meanwhile, Dimitri was still surrounded by three men. They seemed too focused on the Forochelrim to have their attention bought.

Iver saw the magnificent sky above him. The tree top just covering the moon as it soared above with a bright light blue hue. He felt the heat on his cheeks and steam slowly evaporated from his nose, the bones cracking together back into place almost naturally. Had his body adapted to specifically healing his nose? Above him, the stars gleamed brightly as he heard the crunch of boots as someone's boot came landed just above his head, missing his face by two inches. Eight men were running their way toward the glistening Mithril helmet that Thoruk proudly waved about and Iver was directly in their footpath.

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"No rest for Iver" He said and tried to use his new super speed to get up before he will get his brain smashed like his nose. He would try to start punching those assholes in places that their armor won’t cover if he would see that he can keep on being as fast as his body healing his nose
 
As instead of the 3 gondorians, 8 others came running towards Thoruk he stopped waving with his helmet before saying "Fak..." He tightens the grip around his axe as the gondorians come closer when he suddenly realises someone lying next to a tree, between him and the gondorians. "Iver? He thinks as he looks towards their direction, waiting on what will happen next.
 
Instead of running, Iver's legs flopped over one another in his haste. He did manage to stand just before a Gondorian knocked into him and both men toppled to the ground. The stampede passed Iver and charged at Thoruk, swords flying through the air as they screamed obscenities at the dwarf. They clearly wanted his helmet.

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Iver try to punch the guy in the face and get up, he was getting annoyed by that asshole who didnt watch where he is going
 
"Shit" he thinks as he puts his helmet on and grabs a second axe off his back. "Arandil, do something aswell ya bugger, if they dare trying to touch this helmet they'll die" he says, not calm anymore, as he was about to face 7 gondorians all by himself. "Next time I won't trust a man's plan for sure" he adds, swearing around, readying his axes to knock out the gondorians or if needed injure them.
 
"Ow-" The man groaned as Iver pounded his fist into the Gondorian's face. He fell back clutching his nose and moaning.

The seven soldiers, in their blind euphoria, charged Thoruk. The first jumped at the dwarf, throwing himself directly for the Mithril helmet and ignoring the axes. The second fell on Thoruk's legs and clambered on him, his sword brushing against dwarven plate. The third fell atop the first and so on until Thoruk was crushed under the weight of seven armed men all of which were scrambling for his helmet.

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Iver looked at the man and then realized that this guy didn’t have any healing powers nor was he in his 'to kill' list "I’m so fucking sorry, are you ok?" He asked like the man could be ok after getting his face punched.
 
" Wrlly?" Thoruk mumbles underneath all of these fat, stinky gondorians who've never ever heard of something called bath. As he sees a few of them trying to rip of his helmet his body gets filled with anger. How did he even think about helping this useless scum. His anger was stronger than his will to help them get out of the ban of this... stone, as he tries to swing his axes in order to injure them and toss them off his body.
 
"Shi-huh?" The man shook his head and winked a couple times, staring at Iver. "Who're you?" He asked. Iver could see the lustful greed had left his eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!" One of the Gondorians screamed as Thoruk's axe embedded itself in his chest plate. The man struggled to pull off him but the others on top of him forced him down and pushed the axe further. Suddenly the weight lessened and Thoruk saw the men on him be lifted up one by one and tossed to the ground. Glorfindel glared at the dwarf with dark eyes, grasped his axe and heaved it out of the screaming Gondorian before tossing it to the ground.

"Tch." He murmured and towered above them.
Each of the seven men was in disarray, unable to contemplate what had just occurred. Not exactly focused on the elf but more themselves. The one who was stabbed by Thoruk had blood seeping down his chest plate and was clutching at his right breast in pain.

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"What ya looking at pointy eared one?" Thoruk says as he gets up. "I told that guy over there if they wonna get my helmet I'll kill them" he says as he points towards Arandil while picking up his axe. "Besides that, atleast I tried to do something, not like you elves, looking at them, slaughtering each other, should I bring you some lettuce and tea next time?" he asks the elf, rather pissed off by his sheer presence. Thoruk ignores the injured gondorian as he turns around, slowly walking away, seeking no battle against glorfindel, not in these hours of chaos. "I had no interest at all in involving either your kind, neither the humans" he addes, walking off.
 
Dimitri felt life surge back into him, as if a dead god had returned to life and granted him strength again. Perhaps the ancient god Aasim had returned from his duty to play with the puppets. Bah, that was just legend... right?

Anyways...

"Back, you mad fools! Or it'll be your skulls that taste the wrath of Fatebreaker!" Dimitri growled, grinning fiercely like a berserker. He was ignorant of the world around him, the blood-rage of Tulkas flowed through him. The thought of power and the wealth the Gem of Feanor could bring was all he desired, for he could surely give great praise and glory to Tulkas Exalted with such power!
 
"Oh fuck this all," said Daugo, too weary to deal with these useless buffoons slaughtering each other over some shiny piece of rock. A beautiful rock, indeed, extraordinary. Mesmerizing...

But nothing more than that. What did draw his immediate attention was the blood-caked boot poking out of the bushes, which provided a suitable excuse for getting away from the fray until things settled down.
 
"Eru be damned, from which hell hole did those 8 Gondorians fucking appear from?."He then yelled at the Ithilien rangers watching to come help the injured gondorian next to Thoruk and the one with the bashed kneecaps.
"Let's try and help Dim, but im hesitant on killing them instead of knocking them out at this point. These soldiers are a lost cause."
 
"Not until ye suffer!" One of the trio jabbed from Dimitri's flank with his sword. The attack came quickly and aimed at Dimitri's left leg.

The man grunted back at Iver, "Orim. Damn, what's happening?" He continued to shake his head.

Thoruk could feel the elf's eyes staring at him as he walked off in his prideful bounds. All around him were rangers, soldiers and a few elves. They appeared to be watching him but none said anything back to the dwarf.

The bloody boot was barely visible through the foliage but Daugo could see it belonged to someone. A sliver of skin indicated that somebody was wearing it, perhaps a corpse, hidden by the tangled roots of the bush.

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Arandil then again called for aid from anyone that could hear him, so he could tackle down and knock out the Gondorians around Dimitri before anyone would die.
"Help me damn you, Dimitri will butcher these fools. Help me knock them out before anyone dies.
 
"Pitiful humans" Thoruk thinks as he walks a bit further before sitting down leaning onto a tree, putting off his helmet. "I'll just not try to help them if there is a next time, instead I'll just look around and do nothing like these elves..." he mumbles, still a bit angry, yet somewhere thankful that Glorfindel helped him. As he looks around he realises that everyone is starring at him. At first he isn't sure of what to do, but then he gets his axes off of his back and sharpens them, using each others blade while starring back at the elf and the injured gondorian. "What would you have done if you were here instead of me now Irdis?" he asks his former shifter-friend with a cold face, continuing to stare down Glorfindel.
 
After awhile, Ha'zi managed to get up from his face-plant, the fall along with the process of getting up being incredibly awkward. He spat whatever dirt remained from his mouth out then looked around for where that gem might be. As he was doing so, a sort of rhymic flashing caught his eye and so Ha'zi sprinted towards it, thinking without a doubt that would be his wonderful gem.
 
Sigeric considered Eonwe's words. Yes, it made sense. They could not afford to slaughter each other over the Silmaril. And yet, he still found himself desiring it... However, it seemed that the straightforward approach would yield low odds of success. He would have to find another way. For now, he had to stop these buffoons from slaying each other. As he stepped forward into the commotion, Sigeric noticed the struggle between Thoruk and the crowd of Gondorians. Before he could intervene, the fight was broken up by Glorfindel. That left Dimitri and his foes. He watched the Forochelrim fight against a trio of soldiers, while another held his smashed kneecap on the ground. Sigeric was noticing a pattern here. He instinctively reached for his weapon, only to realize that he had none except for the Maiar blade. It looked as though he would have to make do without them. He stepped toward Dimitri and his foes, and issued a forceful command. "CEASE THIS MADNESS, DIMITRI! THE SILMARIL IS GONE!"
 
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