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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Dimitri saw his life flash before him. His last memory of his father, him arriving at the Adorn. Killing his first boar. Being inducted into the Sons of Tulkas. Going off to Gondor and getting his arm cut off. And then that unfortunate night in Bree that started it all. What a journey it have been. Then he felt that primal fear grow in him. He didn't want to die, he had so much to do. "Tulkas Beloved, help me." He transmutes himself into stone or the strongest material he could become.
 
"The elf..." she would mutter. She would try and get a bit closer, yet still stay hidden as she followed them. "Wasn't he there when the guards all left?" Tamara would mumble to herself, thinking of the good time when there where less guards because, as it seemed, the whole army went out of the city and she had many succesful 'stealing-sessions' because of this. "If it happens again, that would be my chance to finally get some fresh clothes" she'd think as she looks at her old- well- pieces of clothing who had to stand to many casualties after the long time she had worn them.

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"Thank you" Thoruk would say, starting the sentence loud, then going more quiet, "for the elk." Not sure of what to realy do with the elk first, he would try and lift it, using the wind, bringing it back to- well- wherever there would be people, helping him to make good food out of it. He's not the typical chef to make a delicious meal out of this, it would rather end in some sort of ash if he tried himself. "Aye, let's hope it won't go wrong" he would think, scratching his head looking at Yellena transforming back to her human form, then shaking his head and concentrating on the elk.
 
As he watched and listened to Orome, Iver felt something deep inside, how his faith grow again, for even Eonwe can find love after everything he has done and Arien still loved him and forgave his deeds. However, he also felt sadness, for way too many did not seem to do the same. Miriel murdered her sister, Gondor kidnapped the shifters, Morgoth and Manwe were still after each other's throats and even he wasnt able to let go of his anger.
"So, even a mass murderer is doing better than me in his love business anything else?" Iver said with a sad smile, masking his sadness with humor.
 
Cardiloc was silent throughout this exchange, still in deep thought, let them take his eyes as well as his dignity. Then an absent minded thought occured to him, he had the Silmaril in his pocket, if only he could touch the rare gem...

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Rambo nodded at Sigerics words, Once Vardamir had spoken he looked back at his own ‘bogie’ first, then rode up to Glorfindel to check on him, why was he still so dopey even after he had treated his wounds, and what was the blade he had carried, it was no normal blade...
 
Dimitri's body completely morphed into metal as the winds whipped at his clothes, ripping them apart in the free fall. He hit the ground with a heart shattering THRONG and his entire body exploded into millions of pieces. Manwe stood over his crumpled remnants and looked over them with disgust.

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Dimitri awoke from that horrible nightmare. He was alive. His body whole. His mind in chaos. Was it all a dream? Some concocted nightmare from his conscience?

He lay on the floor of a most elegant cell with bars shaped of a strange translucent material containing him within the chamber. He was locked away.

"It truly pains me to witness your kind, suffer. All I wish for them is a painless passing. Unfortunately, I cannot bid you farewell yet, Dimitri. You are far too important to die." Manwe's voice appeared as if embedded into the deepest roots of his mind.

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Yellena arose from the dirt, she was mostly fine albeit some blood and flesh evaporating off her skin. She had retained her clothing for the most part.

The winds swooshed in and lifted the elk up, allowing it to hover as Thoruk focused his power on keeping it afloat. The corpse slowly began levitating towards the village. The dwarf would wonder whether or not he could do that to himself...

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Rambo saw Glorfindel was the same as before. No other wounds appeared on him but the elf was unresponsive to anything. Why was that? And the blade...he'd have to check on-

"You," Shin grinned at Rambo through yellowed teeth, "Either give us that one or follow us." He snapped his fingers in motion towards the Serpent Shifter tied down to Rambo's horse.

"Mind if we take that one, Captain?" Keratos asked.

Vardamir glanced at Cardiloc. Then to Sigeric and Ha'zi. "How much of a threat is he?" He asked them both. This was unusual. Their opinions usually mattered little to the rangers but here was the captain requesting it. Cardiloc's hands were restrained and with the sock in his mouth he couldn't reach his pocket nor ask for it to be removed. Though if he wiggled enough, he could brush the silmaril against the ranger who had found him and perhaps get them to remove it.

Tamara managed to hide behind a barrel and get within hearing distance. She picked up a few faint words from the men in the rear. It seemed they were transporting prisoners. The elf was one, then another two were men. One unconscious and the other farther up in the front with a sock in his mouth.

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"Aye!"
"Aye!"
"Aye!"​

The cheers arose from the motley crowd as Daugo sung his tune. A few began to dance, oozing about the floor, their boots clacking over the wooden tiles. Ramdir clapped along to the beat of the rhythm.

"And they got married today!"​

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"Trust me, Iver. Love is not something I'd willingly jump into. It's a messy road of happiness that eventually ends in sorrow, pathos and grief. It was best you never came into contact with Aranel..." He let slip before changing the topic. "I brought you here, firstly to escape Varda's immediate vision. But also to show you what we are fighting for. This is it, Iver. Do you see that little thing?" The Trickster's head tilted slightly towards the window where Eonwe and Arien were smothering the little child with kisses. She could be no older than seven, perhaps, eight years of age. Yet it had been little more than a year since he last saw the Maia. How was that possible? The little girl let out a squeal as she clung to her parents, her little fingers grabbing her father's hair in a childish manner as she shook her head this way and that. Arien was smiling whilst Eonwe was drowning in what seemed to be love.

Iver's heart slightly melted.

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"Better not now, otherwise I could-" Thoruk would look at Yellena, transformed back as it seemed for abit, almost loosing focus of keeping the elk hovered above the ground, then shaking his head. "Could go very wrong, better not here" he'd finish his thoughts, moving on. Thinking about asking Yellena if she could transform into other animals aswell, yet not bringing out more than a "Ye-" then stopping it. "Maybe at another point" the dwarf would think, scratching his beard.

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"The elf is a prisoner? Then he couldn't have been with the guards when they went out." She'd have to rethink where she knew the elf from. Maybe someone from the upper levels, maybe even a friend of the king? Elves are quite rare in gondor, so it had to be a special one. Then again there would be the question why he's a prisoner and who are these other guys? "Whoever they are, they are the reason for more guards going through the streets of my city as it seems" she thinks. "Hope they'll leave soon. On the other side... maybe they can help me see the white tree?" she'd ask herself, playing with the thought of freeing them if the oppertunity would come. Yet, not sure of what to do she would follow them further, maybe getting more information or seeing where the guards would bring them.
 
"Wellllll...." He began, reverting to a hushed voice, "it's a bit detable. I mean, we are all well-versed in his giant animal form abilities, which are clearly something to reckon. He also can, as the name suggests, mix and match different parts of various beasts, allowing for some really terrifying results. Now, based on those powers, he's rather threatening."

"But... he's also a bit of a dumby. After all, he had that legendary gem in his pocket for, like, a fucking year, and completely forgot about it until it fell out of his pocket. Not too bright overall."

"Other than that, he's an experienced hunter and fighter, as he is a Dunlending after all. And there's also...," he transitioned to an even quieter speech, "...that we have no idea where's he disappeared to, and that he looks like he's been there far longer than possible. He may have even been involved with the Dark Lords. Lastly, he's very persistent on seeing the king right now, and is trying to latch out to people that have a history with him. So, not very trustworthy and pretty suspicious, too."
 
The hypocrisy... Cardiloc fumed, after all Ha’zi had done with Miriel who betrayed them, but he remained quiet, it was true wasn’t it? Until... that little shit, latch out? Why was Ha’zi such a fucking cunt. Cardiloc grunted, his mouth sockless since Sigeric had removed it.
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Yeah you can take him.” Rambo nodded to Shin. He’d sigh as he kept an eye on Glorfindel, then he looked over at Furdin. “Never known an elf to be so unresponsive, one shifters unconcious and the other couldn’t keep his trap shut.” He confided with the armoured man.
 
Dimitri woke suddenly, covered in cold sweat, and tried to figure out what the fuck just happened. He struck down his father and dozens of Maia one moment. But the next, he was locked up in some magic cage. He couldn't physically comprehend what was real and what was fake. "You have to, I need to kill him. Free me, free me now!" He demanded.
 
"All in due time. All in due time. For now, pray to your King. Beg for my forgiveness." Manwe said.

Dimitri heard muffled noises from around him but he could not piece together where. There was some shuffling outside his cage.

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"Hah," Furdin's laugh came out as a mix between a cough and a hiccup. "You got that right. And this one," He looked at the elf, "I don't even know how you become like that." He laughed even more at Glorfindel's own enterprise.

Mateus disembarked from his horse, cut Evenis' constraints and hefted him up onto his shoulder then placed the unconscious man over his horse.

Vardamir considered Ha'zi's statement and since Sigeric appeared slow to respond and they were waiting in the middle of the road, he made a quick decision. "Put him in the dungeons," He signalled to squadron ten, "He's all yours."

Keratos kicked his horse and it bucked forward towards Helvion. "Hand over the prisoner." The big man said.

"My apologies," The captain murmured to the Karoltai, "It was either this or resorting to the elf's tactics of cutting body parts off in order to prevent any possibility of him transforming. I'm sure you understand considering the conditions. Once everything is sorted out and if your story checks out, you'll be released." He said to Cardiloc.

Tamara overheard the men in the rear talking as they gathered the prisoners. Where were they taking them? The prison?

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Slowly but surely, Thoruk lifted the elk into camp where a myriad of people stared in a mix of awe and curiosity at the stupendous sight of a floating, bleeding elk.
 
Cardiloc looked over at Sigeric and Ha'zi one last time, then he spoke. "Sigeric, you should probably take the Silmaril, it turned half a squadron of black rangers mad and Ha'zi too. Keep it safe." He told the Dalishman. "And try to see me, I'll reveal all to you first, considering Ha'zi has a stick up his arse." He then looked over at Helvion and gave him a grudging nod. "I understand,"
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"He seems broken really, poor bastard." Rambo said softly, nodding to Furdin. "Your company putting the elf in a cell then?"
 
"Thank you. Sorry for acting up. I spoke before I thought, and before I even saw. Do forgive me. And thank you again for the food. You be well now." He smiled back at her.
 
"I," A familiar voice responded. The shape of Mineltar appeared in view of his cell.

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"Aye," Furdin said. "Deserves it, though. He caused this mess. He should be executed for his crimes but that's just me."

Helvion allowed for Keratos to take hold of Cardiloc, dragging him onto his own horse. They weren't allowing him to get the silmaril to Sigeric.

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The short lady's fear was replaced by a lovely smile. "You too, Mister!" She turned around and skipped away leaving Arandil with a basket of stale bread but bread nonetheless.

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"Guess it will suffice. I should be happy that I am even getting food, they could have just left me to starve. It's best I saturate my hunger and go and find that Lasser. Need to ask him some questions. But first, I need to write a letter that I will keep near me at all times."
One would be asking himself, what is this letter? The letter was of a few of his wishes of his, when his time comes. He wishes to be buried in his old village, next to his fore-fathers and elders that have long sinced passed into the great unknown fate of men. And he wishes that his parents or if his brother lives, to be notified, and returned to them his sword, his shield, and his necklace that he made out of wolves' teeth back when he was but a teen, when he began to get a hang of how to hunting works in the woods of Ithilien.
 
Iver's heart slightly melted, from sadness as well. He did not fight for himself, he doubted he will be able to find love or ever be truly happy like he was before all of this happened. What he did and what he saw will hunt him for the rest of his life, lingering shadows of the horrors of the past.
"You know" He said, "She wasn't the first" he sighed, "there were some before her, dark haired, brown skin, even one with red eyes and pale skin" Iver said, memories of better times flooding him, times that are now gone and will never return,
 
“Sigeric, take the Silmaril.” He told the Dalish man, he’d be lifted by Keratos. “It’s in my pocket, my right pocket.
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”He’s an elf though, probably thousands of years old, it’d be a loss for the free peoples, ain’t many elves left.” Rambo shook his head.
 
Tamara would stay close by, to see where they would bring the prisoners. To the king? To the prison? The answer would come to her soon.

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"Meal" he'd say, removing the air and letting the elk sink onto the ground in a almost wizard-like move with his arms.
 
Sigeric resisted the urge to protest. Why was Ha'zi purposely trying to make Cardiloc seem untrustworthy? Did he really believe that? Sigeric dismounted and joined Keratos, pretending to help him lift Cardiloc and carry him to the horse. As he did so, he discreetly slipped his hand into the Dunlending's right pocket, taking the Silmaril and placing it into one of his own pockets. As they finished lifting Cardiloc onto the horse, Sigeric attempted to read the minds of those tasked with transporting the prisoners, seeking to divine their intentions.
 
Dimitri's guard instantly increased when he heard the voice. It inspired hate on par with Sauron, and resurrected bitter memories. "Ah yes, the lapdog. Why are you here? Sent to torture me for my false crimes?" Dimitri said, "Or perhaps you seek a third beating?" He mocked.
 
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