"Oi, where the fuck is Iver? What happened to the lad? Last I saw him was at dinner, he had gotten up and went to take a shit somewhere. But I don't remember where."
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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"Well, 'Whatever floats your boat', do you want to talk about it?" Iver asked, adding a dad joke,
"Oh, right, I was in this camp with 'em." Thoruk thinks before opening his mouth. "Ya did me dirty, I'm hungry, I could even eat the shit gundabad orcs used to eat back then when we fought 'em. Also, shy would you let Iver go on vis own? Wasn't he they one supposed to stay here while we go ahead? I swear if that bugger just ran away I'm gonna find him and bring him back here..." his stomach would grumble again "Aye, ya know if they have something to eat or will we hae to hunt our own meals lad?" he'd ask Arandil as he leans on the door.
"I think were gonna have to hunt our own game. Small problem though, I don't have a bow. I only have a sword, a shield and my father's dagger. So im not equipped fully to be able to hunt down creatures, because everything outpaces me. If you have a bow or crossbow we might just be able eat today."
"Aye, throwing axes should do. Besides that lad, I could just use my power to hunt us something real quick. That just came to my mind because Cap wanted me to go big or go home it would be way easier to catch them using some wind then running after them or borrowing a bow from these... not so friendly fellows." he'd answer.
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Hering would continue working on his right hand. "Must I repeat myself or did you understand? There will not be anymore chances after this." Hering would say, tensing his legs
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Mirecyla would call out the window "I guess you wanted to fuck me sense you brought it up. Or did that change once I made you piss your pants?" Mirecyla would taunt laughing
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Mirecyla would call out the window "I guess you wanted to fuck me sense you brought it up. Or did that change once I made you piss your pants?" Mirecyla would taunt laughing
Sigeric exhaled sharply, holding his leg and barely managing to avoid falling. As the imaginary pain pulsed through the limb, he glared at Rambo. Steadying his mind, he attempted to delve back into Glorfindel's thoughts. What he had seen in the Elf's memories of Gondolin was equal parts tragic and awe-inspiring, and Sigeric was reminded of just how much this Noldor Elf had lived through. However, it was not what he had been searching for. Sigeric attempted to find Glorfindel's memories of whatever had happened at Minas Tirith. Perhaps it would help to actually remind the Elf of those events. He called up to him: "If these pretenses are indeed false, then you should have nothing to fear. If you come with us, we can listen to your story of the events that took place."
"-fucks wrong with that bitch?" Mirecyla heard the lead guard ask which followed with laughter. Their footsteps faded away like echoes in the dark until she was left alone with a snoring Endo. Taras did not return. Instead her hunger did and so did her weariness.
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The two men did not move.
"Definitely retarded." Endo proceeded in the action of a literal face-palm.
"He might be deaf?" Berethor mused.
"Why would they have a deaf soldier hunting a bunch of refugees from the future?"
Hering's legs tensed up, pressure building.
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All eyes fell on Daugo.
Ostopher appeared as if he were about to say something but one of the other men cut in.
"Leave them? To plan a counter-attack? Hope that these bea-" he paused. "These foes do not seek vengeance?" He rephrased it.
"I say we wipe them out. Leave no trace." One of the younger officers said. "Guarantee our survival and the protection of the Free Peoples from these detrimental types."
"If we proceed with caution, there may still be a way to settle this issue." General Belzagar stated through the hubbub of belligerent voices.
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The day was young and just before Thoruk and Arandil left they were stopped by Lasser.
"Where's yar pal?"
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The Trickster's head did not rise. Nor did he laugh at Iver's remark. "What is there to discuss?"
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"You best not miss, then." Came the stark reply as the elf trudged to the rear of the rib, moving out of Rambo's line of fire. He knelt down and seemed to fiddle with something in his palm then replaced it in his garb and used the Maiar-blade to cut through the spine of the arrow that protruded from his right calve. The wound bled profusely yet against the pain and with gritted teeth, Glorfindel tightened his armor padding around his kneecap to the wound and pressurized the area.
"I want him alive. The General wants him for questioning." Vardamir told Rambo. Then turned to the rest of the men who surrounded the rib cage. "Use your hooks!"
This resulted in a couple swinging their hooks into the rib and climbing up after the elf.
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The two men did not move.
"Definitely retarded." Endo proceeded in the action of a literal face-palm.
"He might be deaf?" Berethor mused.
"Why would they have a deaf soldier hunting a bunch of refugees from the future?"
Hering's legs tensed up, pressure building.
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All eyes fell on Daugo.
Ostopher appeared as if he were about to say something but one of the other men cut in.
"Leave them? To plan a counter-attack? Hope that these bea-" he paused. "These foes do not seek vengeance?" He rephrased it.
"I say we wipe them out. Leave no trace." One of the younger officers said. "Guarantee our survival and the protection of the Free Peoples from these detrimental types."
"If we proceed with caution, there may still be a way to settle this issue." General Belzagar stated through the hubbub of belligerent voices.
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"Where's yar pal?"
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The Trickster's head did not rise. Nor did he laugh at Iver's remark. "What is there to discuss?"
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"You best not miss, then." Came the stark reply as the elf trudged to the rear of the rib, moving out of Rambo's line of fire. He knelt down and seemed to fiddle with something in his palm then replaced it in his garb and used the Maiar-blade to cut through the spine of the arrow that protruded from his right calve. The wound bled profusely yet against the pain and with gritted teeth, Glorfindel tightened his armor padding around his kneecap to the wound and pressurized the area.
"I want him alive. The General wants him for questioning." Vardamir told Rambo. Then turned to the rest of the men who surrounded the rib cage. "Use your hooks!"
This resulted in a couple swinging their hooks into the rib and climbing up after the elf.
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He couldn't help but wince at Glorfindel's cries. This was going beyond pathetic. It was like overkill for a wounded animal. There was nothing that could be done for him, unfortunately, except this. Although, that arrow was entirely unnecessary. He cast a glare towards the ranger responsible, then retrained his sight onto Glorfindel. Sighing, he spoke to Vardamir, seeing as there wasn't much else to do. "So, while you were away from this mess, did you get any information about the attack, Captain?"
"I mean," he sighed. "Yes, it would be far simpler to kill them, and I won't defend them past the point of reason. I won't... defend them, but I do see their value. I agree with the General. Unless we've somehow messed with their lives more than Morgoth, we might be able to make their acquaintance. I need not remind you illustrious gentlemen just how much of an advantage it is to have a gifted individual as an asset."
"At least let me see it then." Dimitri demanded. He got ready to try and break out of his bonds, hoping that by making his arms metallic, he could become strong enough to get out.
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"Yeah well fuck you to." Mirecyla would mumble before leaning against the wall. Then waited, waited, and waited some more. Where the fuck did Taras go? Sighing Mirecyla would head to her corner and wrap herself up into a ball and lulling herself to sleep, but as she was falling asleep she thought to herself "Would be cool if you could see what everyone's dreaming of eh Mirecy?" She'd muse before falling asleep.
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"Very well then. Let's get this over with!" Hering would say, tensing his legs to propel himself forward, but as he did so he'd also make it seem as if he naturally fell backwards, pulling hard with both of his arms as he fell while muttering "shit." Tucking his head into his chest so he didn't slam it as hard on the floor or wall.
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"Very well then. Let's get this over with!" Hering would say, tensing his legs to propel himself forward, but as he did so he'd also make it seem as if he naturally fell backwards, pulling hard with both of his arms as he fell while muttering "shit." Tucking his head into his chest so he didn't slam it as hard on the floor or wall.
Cursing at his stupidity, Rambo spurred his horse, quickly nodded to Vardamir and wheeled around behind Glorfindel’s position.
"well, I don't know about you valar, but when a man is going through a lot talking with someone usually help, a shoulder to cry on. You seem to go through a lot, and based on our past encounters I don't believe you have someone and neither do I, I mean the closest things I have to real friends is a dwarf that was ready to let me die a couple of times in the past and only travel with me because there is nothing better for him to do, the second guy is a Gondorian I barely know to the point that I don't even know why he joined us." Iver answered
"Ehm...". He would then get close to Thoruk and whisper in his ear."I don't have a damn clue where he went after he went to take a shit. What are we gonna do?"
"Yes," Vardamir answered Ha'zi. "The elf precipitated a battle between the enemy giants. The report details that the garrison and ranger forces available were unable to defeat the Armoured and Snake. There was also a third one, which can only be the Screamer, however, they claimed it was some winged beast like the Snake but smaller in size. They reported that the elf and this one were in coordination. He's up to something." Vardamir motioned at Glorfindel.
The elf cut the rope attached to a hook and one of the rangers fell letting out a groan. He sliced through two more before the first man climbed up over the bone. Glorfindel backed up as the fellow unsheathed his blade.
"Surrender now and I won't have to use this."
"This is a set up is it not?" The elf brandished his blade.
"What's that?" The man moved in closer.
"I see. Let me surmise," Glorfindel smiled in an almost melancholic manner. "Your orders are not merely to persecute me. I will not even make it within sight of the city if all goes to plan, correct?"
"Sir, please, put down the sword and come with us."
"You will have to take it from my cold dead hands." And Glorfindel braced himself as the ranger rushed forward.
Rambo circled into range just as the duel began and as he did so, Sigeric found himself failing to sink into Glorfindel's memories. A blazing heat rocked his forehead and the pain in his leg increased twofold.
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The chamber filled with a mixture of murmurs. Some men nodded at Daugo's statement whilst a few remained silent and Ostopher rolled his eyes.
"General?" A colonel asked.
"Muster the garrisons in the Anorien region. Instead of an assault, we shall send a diplomatic mission to resolve the issue. If they refuse peace, then we'll discuss the possibilities of war. Otherwise, our priority should be the festival."
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The chair hit the ground with a crack and one of the stools broke. Hering was still affixed to it yet his left hand had slipped through, although both his wrists were crushed under the weight of the chair and by default, his own body.
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Dimitri's bronze hands burst through the chains and accidentally smacked into the helmet of whoever was carrying him. He dropped and crashed onto the ground, the bag still well over his head. The earth was shaking and his skin flared with heat, burning. What was happening? A hole burnt through the bag and Dimitri came face-to-face with the flames, them searing his eyebrows.
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"So?" Lasser raised an eyebrow.
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"I've had millenia to cry. To regret. To lie. To conceal the truth like the coward I am."
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The elf cut the rope attached to a hook and one of the rangers fell letting out a groan. He sliced through two more before the first man climbed up over the bone. Glorfindel backed up as the fellow unsheathed his blade.
"Surrender now and I won't have to use this."
"This is a set up is it not?" The elf brandished his blade.
"What's that?" The man moved in closer.
"I see. Let me surmise," Glorfindel smiled in an almost melancholic manner. "Your orders are not merely to persecute me. I will not even make it within sight of the city if all goes to plan, correct?"
"Sir, please, put down the sword and come with us."
"You will have to take it from my cold dead hands." And Glorfindel braced himself as the ranger rushed forward.
Rambo circled into range just as the duel began and as he did so, Sigeric found himself failing to sink into Glorfindel's memories. A blazing heat rocked his forehead and the pain in his leg increased twofold.
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The chamber filled with a mixture of murmurs. Some men nodded at Daugo's statement whilst a few remained silent and Ostopher rolled his eyes.
"General?" A colonel asked.
"Muster the garrisons in the Anorien region. Instead of an assault, we shall send a diplomatic mission to resolve the issue. If they refuse peace, then we'll discuss the possibilities of war. Otherwise, our priority should be the festival."
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The chair hit the ground with a crack and one of the stools broke. Hering was still affixed to it yet his left hand had slipped through, although both his wrists were crushed under the weight of the chair and by default, his own body.
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CLANK.
Dimitri's bronze hands burst through the chains and accidentally smacked into the helmet of whoever was carrying him. He dropped and crashed onto the ground, the bag still well over his head. The earth was shaking and his skin flared with heat, burning. What was happening? A hole burnt through the bag and Dimitri came face-to-face with the flames, them searing his eyebrows.
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"So?" Lasser raised an eyebrow.
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"I've had millenia to cry. To regret. To lie. To conceal the truth like the coward I am."
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"And do you feel ready to forgive yourself?" Iver asked.
Rambo nocked an arrow to his bow, he’d then draw it and held it up the point of the arrow facing towards Glorfindel’s shoulder. He would track it as the elf moved, all he needed was a clear shot.
"No." The Trickster sighed.
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The elf managed to disarm the ranger in a number of seconds and held the blade to his neck, using him as a shield and redirecting his body into Rambo's line of sight. How had the elf known where he'd be?
"Go on. Take your shot."
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The elf managed to disarm the ranger in a number of seconds and held the blade to his neck, using him as a shield and redirecting his body into Rambo's line of sight. How had the elf known where he'd be?
"Go on. Take your shot."
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