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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Before Thoruk could even react to what happend he listend to the second voice that appeared. "What do you know about my desires? And who are you anyway?" Thoruk would ask the second voice.
 
Iver pressed X to doubt when the trickster said he has friends. "Why do you think i can trust you enough with my plans when you don't even trust me with your real name" He muttered, clearly still angry about being thrown into the water. "Now, unless you can point me toward the girl that was thrown down here i don't have the power to deal with your bullshit" He added angrily, getting tired of the guy.
 
"You're not bringing that man to the capital. High command does not know the situation here. We don't have to go running back to those incompetent fools to ask them to think for us. And we don't have to worry about him shifting again. In all likelihood, he won't survive much longer. Now make haste. We need to find the Captain." Sigeric turned towards the area from which the flare was shot, and proceeded there as quickly as he could.
 
There was a pause after Thoruk's questions.

"I am the overseer. The judge. I know all. See all. And I see you, Thoruk. I see you." The voice no longer seemed to be echoing in the cavern but rather in Thoruk's mind. The cavern broke away, the statue disappearing and the ashes vanishing as the world reshaped around him. He was in some sort of dark chamber with a single torchlight illuminating the room. He was sat at a table upon a dusty mahogany seat. On the opposite side of the table was a figure shrouded in dark overalls and cloaked in an ebony garb. He could barely make out a fine fair chin but not much else.

"I see you." He repeated and Thoruk noticed his head rise. He saw two purple eyes stare at him like those of a wild animal in the moors at night. "I know what you seek, Ironbeard. You cannot behold to such foolish ideals. Your people will burn. Your cities shall fall. And the darkness will engulf you. You cannot save them all, Ironbeard." The words were spat like poison to his ears from the disembodied mouth. They repeated over and over in his mind and he was hit by flashbacks of his family, Erebor, his father, the dwarves, the seven clans, Thorin III Stonehelm, and then horror. Absolute horror. Blood. Dwarven blood running down the stones of Erebor. A great dragon, greater than the Lonely Mountain, lumbered over the Iron Hills, crushing mountains beneath its colossal body. It was the largest thing he had ever seen and its orange fiery eyes met him. Suddenly, he heard a voice and saw his father.

"BEGONE, ANACALAGON!" Thrak Ironbeard proclaimed to the beast as he used a mobile windlass to fire at it.

"Burn."

Flames brighter than the sun and like rivers of lava blasted forth from its mouth. They splashed down upon his father and for a moment he could almost see his body incinerate into ash. Then the flames burst outwards over the earth, charring it and rushing up to meet Thoruk. He felt the flame. He felt the dragon. It was alive. He was alive. Then he was dead.

His eyes opened and he was back in the seat across from the figure. An almost laconic smile spread across the marble-like features of the man across from him.

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"Tsk. Tsk. Iver. Iver. Iver. What are you doing?" The Trickster smiled, walking around him in a circle. "Chasing after dead girls. Who by the way, are no good for you. Seriously. You should thank Miriel for killing that bitch. She would've killed you. Now, let's actually get back on track. Iver. Why are you fooling around with these excommunicated servants of Morgoth?"

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A squadron of horsemen blindsided Sigeric and Rambo.

"Guardian, hop on." One of the men tapped the back of his horse. "And you, where's your division?" He addressed Rambo. "Get that man some...who is that?" He was saying as he noticed the burnt body on Rambo's shoulder did not bear any black ranger or Gondorian insignia.

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“My division got wiped out, I was captain of the 5th Squadron, I’m the last one I think.” He answered gravely. “He’s a shifter, the snake one I think. If he lives either we’ve got a shifters power to use or a bargaining chip, they just took down the big guy, the armoured giant just slammed clean into him and made him fall, I think he kidnapped the shifter after that, was the big guy with us?” He explained, getting on a horse.
 
"Doesn't matter smirky boy, she still deserves a grave" Iver replied to his first question. "You know, for a guy who was claimed to be a servant of Morgoth by the other Maiar and Valar i don't think you get to use terms like that" He replied and started walking down the stream.
 
Thoruk, seemingly sweating of the pure possibility that this could happen, would open his mouth. "You know nothing about me. Nothing at all. You can say whatever you want, I will prevent this from happening with my life." Thoruk would say, not sure of his own word. "East..Orocar... maybe my king knows where this could be." he would think, standing there.
 
"Unclear. But probably not. Gag him and tie his feet and hands. I don't want any trouble from that one." The ranger sargeant ordered Rambo.

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"Hold on, boio." The Trickster waved his hand and Iver's legs failed to move forward. He was stuck in place. "Firstly, I can use whatever terms I like. I am, after all, the Trickster." He flicked his hand and Iver spun around to face him. "Secondly, her grave is with the fishes. Now if you don't listen to me right now there'll be a lot more like her. So, pay attention."

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"I would recommend you focus, Ironbeard." The voice grew louder in his mind. "I know all. And no matter how stubborn your kind is, they are doomed. It is your choice whether they all burn or some survive. You cannot go east, Ironbeard. That shall be your doom."

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He located it. He'd need to drop the man and tie him up.

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He lowered himself, and dropped the man on the floor. He’d first tie his hands behind his back and then his legs. After this he’d turn the man around and gagged him with the rope. Once this was completed he’d stand up. “I’ll need omething to stop his body from harming the horse, a mat or something.” He explained.
 
"What do you know about my kind anyway? Tell me what you want or get out of my head." Thoruk would say, seemingly getting annoyed by whoever was speaking to him.
 
"Make due," The sargeant said. "You two help him." He ordered two of the rangers to assist Rambo and they came forward with an additional saddle for the prisoner. "Guardian, hurry up. There is commotion to the northeast."

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"And why's that?"

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"I want a great many things, Ironbeard. I want a world at peace. I want balance restored. Harmony. I want to return to my time. To my being. You continue to act like you know everything, dwarf. Yet you know nothing. You could not fathom your own existence if you spent millennium attempting to understand it. You are a bug. An insectoid nuisance on the face of Arda. You are nothing but another child of Eru that exists within the cosmos of Ea. You cannot even begin to comprehend half of what I say or what I reveal to you. That is how minuscule and meaningless you are. Especially in the face of one of the Aratar. Do you even know whom you are speaking to, dwarf?" The tone of condescension thickened and the pounding voice grew louder and louder in Thoruk's mind, threatening to implode. Sweat trickled down his brow and it was as if his mind was about to shatter.

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"A world at peace? You're not the only one who wants to achieve this. I never said I know everything, yet I know myself more than enaugh to judge if you're wrong or not about me. I'm a son of Durin and that is all I need to know." he would pause for a bit, looking around, searching for the voice. "Aye, you might be right, I don't realy understand what ya talking about, I don't even know what exactly happend since I became this" he'd say, talking about the shifter powers within him. "Who you are? I asked you earlier. Would I do so if I knew?" he'd ask the voice.
 
With the help of the other two, Rambo put the man laying face down on the across the saddle. He then mounted up and prepared to ride.
 
"I am one of the Aratar. An Ainur beyond your conceptions of existence. You worship your entity known as Mahal, dwarf. I am of the same race as he, a brother, in fact. And I have brought you here to aid you. So that you may aid me. I am known as Mandos, Judge of the Fallen, Seer of Fate."

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"Because we cant do anything against the Valar and their kin, we are lucky non of them just decided to fucking snap his finger and kill 50% of us. We cant intervene in the battle of such higher powers and for some reason i don't believe submitting to one of them will save us" Iver paused for a moment.
"We are only going to live until one of them is going to kill the other one and then will decide to erase us. I left Gondor to spend the last days of my life with my sister since she is the only real family i have left, but she disappeared, probably died so i thought about looking for those other shifters. Maybe they had an idea about defeating a Valar, but even though their life goal is fighting the Valars they don't know of any way to kill one of those".
Iver stopped talking and looked at the trickster with anger and and something that might be sorrow or sadness. "But you are not bothered, you will be unharmed if either of them will win, you are one of them, aren't you? You are one of them all powerful beings that instead of doing something with your pitiful life you pick on mortals, bully them with your powers. You could be the savior of us all, but bullying mortals is what you chose to do.
You dare coming here, asking for what i am doing, demanding answers instead of asking yourself the same questions"
 
God fucking damnit! Hering intensely thought, this was just not his day! How had all three of the shifters gotten inside? Did that mean Glorfindel and the Eagle had perished? Was Gondor being ravaged by these beasts? So many thoughts spilled into his head until one came back up. How had they gotten in? A little girl in noble dress came back into his mind, little girl shoes standing next to shifter shoes. Hering would growl "Traitorus.... Bastard!" Lifting one foot up off the ground and slamming his heel down hard on the toes of the man behind him. Then going to with his other leg attempt to knee the struggling man in his grasp in the spine.
 
"I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other! Melkor, Manwe, I don't care who wins! I just want it to be over!" The Trickster contradicted Iver. He exhaled. His breath was cold in the long night. He blinked slowly and looked back at Iver with something having come over him.

"You're wrong. I'm..." He paused.

"No. You're right. I didn't care. I didn't give a shit about you or anyone for that matter. And why should I? I don't even remember who I was. Who I am. What I am. But it became clear. I remembered. Most of it, anyways. And the pain that came with it. You want to know me? You want to know why I do this? Why I'm like this? You want to see me? Know me? Fine. But I warn you, Iver. If you do this, there is no going back. I know you've been hiding your memories of my brother. But you can't hide what I'm about to show you. You cannot. Are you prepared for that, Iver?"

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Hering's kick did little and his knee damaged the man in front of him, causing him to fall back. The hands around his neck tightened and his breathing slowed. Black spots appeared in his eyes and everything faded away as he slipped into a black abyss.

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