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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"My only proof is showing." Cardiloc sighed. "And the whole truth would be difficult to swallow.. But I will reveal some, I was taken, by a powered individual, not a shifter though. Ha'zi can vouch for me in this, as he was there when it happened and also when this individual revealed his intentions. He told us, Iver the Flying Shifter was also there, where he had come from and what his intentions where. You see, he wanted the Silmaril, the gem which caused so much trouble in Ithilien in the first place. He then took me because I would not give it up, and I have been away for a year, I trained for a while with this person, for he wishes to help our cause, then today I arrived in Minas Tirith and I did There is more to this story, but I will only reveal it's full content within the King's presence. As for that assassination accusation, why would I want to kill the King? Especially after I fought for the free peoples on the plains of Mordor, I do not fight for anything or anyone other than the free peoples. Who do you think I serve other than that?"
 
Ha'zi sighed, far more agitated than before. "I don't think you truly realize the scale of this. Sure, Glorfindel may have been trying to stop the enemy shifters. Sure, you may have been helping, somehow. But Marco shifted. Ridiculously close to Tirith. And, as evidence shows, Glorfindel engaged irritationally. All they wanted to do was be left alone, it seems. We even had some clearing up from them before shit hit the fan. Overall, you are not at all in a position for that kind of favor, request, demand, or whatever you wish to call it..."

"What?!" He said, close to an exclamation once he fully processed the fraction of the story told. "I-I don't remember any of that, Cardiloc. And that story sounds b-bullshit. You could've easily been taken by an agent of the Dark Lord and manipulated. S-still, you're not getting anywhere close to Aragorn, no matter what relationship we have."
 
Lucky for Iver, he took a shit right before going down here, and the rain for his pants wet. The look on Orome's face alone was enough to scare Iver, but Varda did a pretty good job herself.
However, her tone, urgh, that annoying tone used by those noble twats back in dale. This tone made Iver angry.
"Yes, one of those hideous creatures" he replied, copying her tone.
 
“Ha’zi Marco was not close to Minas Tirith, we were far from it, and I didn’t have any control over when he shifted. Berethor had a knife to his throat, we were on the serpent, I was clutching to the serpents wing while Glorfindel charged at Berethor. He was blasted off by Tytus, then the serpent jerked and Berethor accidently slit his throat. I tried to stop him Ha’zi, but I was too late. Marco transformed I was blasted away. I landed near the battlefield then I found this man,” He pointed to Helvion in front of him. “I don’t think I got your name, anyway then I collapsed from using too much energy.” He finished. “And why would I serve the Dark-Lord? He has nothing to offer me, you know howbhe treated the former Karoltai, you really think I’d want that Ha’zi? I can understand your suspicions, sure, but I need to tell everyone what happened and what I’ve learnt in the past year, just not yet as the information is pretty detrimental and it’s not good news. But, for your comfort, I will reveal it to you first, but only you.” He offered the Haradrim, he seemed genuine enough, but he was troubled; what had Cardiloc seen?
 
Ha'zi's eyes narrowed, and he aggressively replied, "How is it for my comfort if I have to repeat the fact if I don't remember any of that!? And that still sounds ridiculous, Card, if that were true. If it was true, and I knew, fully and actively knew, whoever whisked you away to fairytale land, or whatever, wouldn't I have done something about that during your, may I remind you, 11 month absence?!”

“It's incredibly redundant that I have to say this to you and your thick Dunlending skull, but let me reiterate: You've been gone for almost a year, without a trace. Suddenly, you apparently appear after this stretch of time during one of the most problematic events at Minas Tirith. Now, after an engagement with the nearby ex-Morgoth shifters, you instantly want to preach something directly to Aragorn, the King of Gondor who sounds to have almost died today, or to me, or to whoever you think you have some semblance of a connection with just to get near him. While I sincerely doubt you'd have been corrupted, but, Card, you got to look at this realistically.”
 
“I understand that Ha’zi, but this news cannot be told in the middle of a public street, I will tell everyone in the great hall or in a cell if your really planning to put me in one of those, just not out here, I’m sure you can understand my caution, but could we please speak no more of this if I cannot convince you to truat me. How is my sister, Ela?” He asked the Haradrim.
 
"It sure can be told on a public street, because all it is is just the ramblings of a captive shifter. As for your sister, no clue. While you've been galavanting, Sigeric, Daugo, and I have been training on an island for the past 11 months. Now," he turned to his fellow rangers, "can someone get that sock back, or something more efficient, to cover his trap?"
 
“If you want my silence, you may have that...” Cardiloc sighed, he remained quiet for the rest of the trip dwelling on his thoughts, if he couldn’t even convince Ha’zi with his word; how on earth would he convince everyone else?
 
"Uh huh. You're still getting the sock, Card- unless you have anything not problematic to say for the rest of the trip, that is."
 
"Then talk about anything else instead of kings, pleadings, and messages, ok? Just.... a normal conversation between a Haradrim on horseback and a restrained Dunlending, alright?" He replied, a little cheekily.
 
Cardiloc looked over at Ha’zi and grumbled. “Your an ass Ha’zi, what happened to that young, naive Haradrim I met on that island.” A grin dawned his features. “So, you’ve been training, what did you learn?” He asked curiously.
 
"Have you nothing to confess, Karoltai? Nothing to confess before the end?" Manwe's voice blasted Dimitri with such force that the air swelled around the Forochelrim, sweeping his clothes this way and that. His knees became one with the ground in his prostration to the Elder King.

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As Arandil was opening the door, a hand knocked into his face, lightly brushing it aside. He was surprised and almost frightened by the random action of being punched so weakly.

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The bear bit into the elk's leg and began dragging it like a dog with a bone in its mouth. Thoruk saw he wasn't even required to help since Yellena was able to do all the heavy lifting.

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Tamara stumbled out as over three score horsemen passed her. She noticed they also were different with their cloaks representing dark coal with a mixture of symbols ranging from the white tree to the axe of Lossarnach among many others. There were two young men among them, one with tattered old clothing and the other, a brown-skinned Haradrim of some sort, similarly dressed to the soldiers with the exception of a red sash. Another red sash adorned a taller man who appeared to be in deep-thought.

"Will somebody please shut them up?" Shin yelled from the rear of their troop.

Helvion grabbed the sock and shoved it into Cardiloc's mouth, fingers and all. "There we go. Now quiet down, you schmuck."

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It was half an hour later when Daugo was downing his second cup of beer. It wasn't as frothy as he expected yet the sweet and sour taste was quite strong and he already knew this would be a good night. Though, the next morning would be the opposite. Ramdir was already woozy and Galador was, on the contrary to popular belief, enjoying being the only unintoxicated one in the room.

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Varda reached out to Iver but before her hands could touch him, he was whisked away into thin air.

"Oh, what a bore." Varda sighed, gazing up at the sky. She lay there a while before sighing once more and disappearing from sight, a breeze of wind being the only evidence that she was ever there.

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Iver appeared in what seemed another unusual yet beautiful place. He was floating on air. Literally. He could almost swim through it as if underwater. He was able to breathe and all around him was blue sky, a clear contrast from the dark night he had been rescued from. Ahead of him stood the Trickster staring out at one of the weirdest, albeit, not the weirdest thing Iver had seen; a small cottage which lay above a transparent layer of land that opened up into the air below. The cottage was built of a material that appeared diaphanously thin. He saw through a large window a figure, their back turned to Iver and the Trickster.

On the outside of the cottage, was a breathtakingly bright fire enclosed within a golden sphere. It slowly moved, guided by a lady whose body blazed on flames similar to those creatures Iver had seen roaming the plateau of Gorgoroth when he attempted to find the shifters after the ambush in Mordor. It came to a stop and she disembarked from an almost invisible station, then began to walk towards the cottage. Her flames shedding off revealing a humanoid appearance beneath. Her hair was fiery orange like a hearth's fireplace, her eyes, and eyebrows a similar color. She was dressed in a heavy dress that shielded her body. It appeared to be a mix of silken weave and plated armor. Iver had never seen such a thing.

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Cardiloc grumbled, but then he focused on trying to move the sock itself elsewhere, to that barren wasteland of Ha’zis alternate timeline perhaps, to where Ithilien had been. If successful, he would be able to speak, if he was able to he’d state “You put another sock into my mouth and I’m going to loose it.” A wave of anger washed over his face as he glared at Helvion.
 
Iver started swimming towards Orome. "You know, for a second there i thought you would forget me" He said to him as he got closer and closer.
 
Ha'zi was caught between a snicker and scowl by Cardiloc's muting, but nevertheless turned away and emitted a sigh, muttering, "Well, I tried. Good luck being silent for a while more." He kept his eyes glancing around now, wondering if any bystanders had heard the things Card had spoken of.
 
The initial shock of meeting an ancient and power being was beginning to wear off, and some of Dimitri's natural defiance had come back. "All I shall confess is that all I have done since I stole the Dwarf Giant from Morgoth is in for the future of Arda, in defiance of Morgoth, and in defense on myself." Dimitri said through clenched teeth. The emotional pain was difficult to overcome, even for a heartless man like Dimitri.
 
Cardiloc instead ending up chewing on the sock. Ha'zi's eyes swept past the sleepy streets of Minas Tirith, picking up a few bystanders who moved out of the way. Nothing too interesting.

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The Trickster remained quiet as Iver swam up next to him. The Dalishman saw Orome's eyes were focused on the cottage, specifically the individual within. They were broad-shouldered, quite tall and had curled tawny hail covering the nape of their neck.

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"Then you have elected the path of pain." Manwe cried and a hundred eagles swarmed Dimitri, lifting his Dwarf Giant into the sky, higher and higher, dragging him through the clouds.

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Reality briefly swooned as the second beer started to kick in; a promising start. "It'll take more than that to make me feel it," he said loudly. "You up for another 'un, Rammy?"
 
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