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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Daugo nodded, somewhat buzzed already. He thought for a moment, trying to recall a tune that his father often sang when on his way back home after heavy drinking and gambling. "Arright. 'Ave a listen, see if you kneow this 'un." He breathed:
Me wife... me wife's forgot 'er swordcraft.
At first she knew, she did know, yes!
But now the sword's all rusty and its edge is gettin' dull.
She must needs care for it, to clean its shaft
To sharpen it and oil it up and give it loving care.
But back in town there is a gal with lovely auburn hair
Who knows how to handle me sword and get it sharp again!

Oh! What do I do with a wife that luvs me and
A lass with hands like a blacksmith's?
Must I give up one for the other
Or can I juggle both? With...
out me wife I can barely eat nor look unlike a brigand.
But a knight is a knight because of his sword and
Me sword does yearn for the lass!​
 
He began walking towards the noise, hoping he might find someone there to speak to so he can locate Lasser. He had taken his sword, but sheathed it, so he would not seem hostile. During the whole walk he was thinking of the letter he wrote, he wanted it to be given to either Iver or Thoruk, but by the looks of it, he won't be seeing either of them for a while.
 
"not cool Orome" Iver said as the valar kicked the duck, "it's your wife's home and you disrespect wamen it's residents" he continued.
 
Perfect, not only had he failed to freeze time but he had a massive headache. He needed to keep the Silmaril to himself or it’d destroy the gondorians. He looked back at Sigeric.
 
"Na," Equas said. The peoples gathered around and began dragging the elk towards the large campfire.

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Arandil saw a massive elk corpse being brought to cook in the distance. There were many people out. Yet none of them were Lasser.

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Cardiloc was hastened off with the others and after being blindfolded he was dismounted from the horse on one of the upper levels. He felt someone brush against his side and push him forward, a hand kept firmly on his shoulder.

"Move it," Mateus said.

Tamara was having difficulty following the riders as they reached the higher levels and took a detour route off to the side of the fourth level. Then they dismounted and entered a house which appeared to be empty, not a guard in sight.

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Ha'zi and Sigeric were brought up to the fifth level when Vardamir dismounted and they were relieved of their mounts at the garrison stable.

"We're going to see the General," Vardamir said. "Prepare your reports on the situation," He told his men. Rambo needed to review the fact that every man under his charge was dead. That would not look good on his report. Then again, they fought giants.

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Whatever minor solace Dimitri found in his mind was swept away by the tides and winds of agony that brutally bashed down his walls and invaded his fortress. Even his own voices betrayed him, their own memories manipulated. Dimitri wasn't merely experiencing a hellish nightmare. No. No. That would be too simple. No, what Dimitri was enduring was a complete eradication of his former self. His master Tulkas ceased to exist. Telimekhtar was but a foreign word on his tongue. His friends, his parents, the Karoltai, everyone he knew and had a morsel of care for disappeared. All that was left was his servitude as a devout follower of Manwe. Manwe and Manwe alone. And as he tried to resist, every possible way he attempted to retain his goals, his identity, his own freedom - was found, corrupted and erased. Until there was nothing left but Manwe and Dimitri's undying, unyielding love for the Elder King, his King, his Manwe.

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"I was never fond of pests," The Trickster muttered. They passed a few ladies and their eyes raised in surprise at the sight of both males. "We're outlawed here. We can expect the eternal guard or at the very least some resistance to come down on us soon. So be prepared for that. Let's go. We need to find her."

The Trickster walked forth, towards a large temple in the distance.

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Iver followed him in haste, "can't you just snap your fingers again and get us there?" He asked, tired from his sleepless nights and constant physical activity.
 
Tamara would look around once more. No guards? That seemed quite uncommon for the fourth level. She would slowly creep towards the house they entered, trying to avoid crossing the street at a point where people could see her. She would then look out for a window, trying to see what they were doing inside. Yet if she would find no window she would remain at the door the others entered and try to hear if there is anyone near by.

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"Well, then I'll have to thank her later" he'd think, looking at the elk. "Finally some food" he'd mumble before turning towards Equas. "Aye lad, could ya come and tell me when the food is ready? I'd appreciate it. I'm right over there at the end of the village" he'd say, pointing into the direction he came from. He would wait for an answer to come and after doing so he would then walk off towards the end of the village.
 
Cardiloc moved, he had no idea where he was but tried to use his ears, he had been taught by his ftaher to hear for the footsteps of animals and while he had hunted with the man he had tried his best to do so, perhaps this skill along with his powers might help him find out where he was.
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It certainly wouldn’t, but he was just following ‘orders’, besides every other squad suffered high casualues what would be the difference. He headed to his barracks to begin writing it up, it would feel alien without his men however.
 
"Well isn't this quite a catch? So the hunt is over. I presume Thoruk is here too. Where is my short little dwarven friend?" He would shout. Feeling sure that this must have been the hunting party returning.
 
He nodded, relieved to have a distraction from his ashamed thoughts. He could already see how he'd have it, focusing mainly on the 'who' and 'what' of the situation. While they stopped at the stables, Ha'zi ran through his head the long menagerie of individuals and groups involved: Squadron 10, Glorfindel, Tytus, Evenis, Berethor, Cardiloc, the ill-fated Gondorian back-up, Marco-

He stopped, blinking. It was clear that Marco had been kidnapped from the House of Healing, of course. But what about the other with him? Eonwe... What had happened to the Maia? Where was he?

"Captain, what is the status of the being that was cooped up with the Leviathan before the attack?" He asked, turning to Vardamir for an answer.
 
Dimitri gave out one great primal scream as his life was warped into something, tears running down his face. His devolution to Tul... Wait, why was he crying? Manwe didn't give him permission to, and he didn't want disappoint his master. And why was he in a cage? Did disappoint his master? Oh Manwe, Dimitri hoped he didn't.
 
"If I knew where she was I would take us there. I'm improvising," The Trickster shrugged.

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The men tapped their feet and drinks to the rhythm of the beat. Daugo finished and another drink was passed to him. His head was woozy and he noticed Ramdir's head planked over the table. Before Daugo could even touch his drink, a couple men hefted him off the ground and into the air, chanting and cheering, "A sword needs a sheath! A sword needs a lass!" And rushed him out towards the doors.

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"Who?" Vardamir asked waiting for their dispatch to appear. They were outside the fourth level courtyard, the barracks open. Some men had left to use the utilities, others had taken to the cafeteria to eat whatever leftovers the fourth level garrison had that morning.

Rambo finished the letter. He remembered the names of his fallen men. Antilius, Weylan, Orester, Herriot. He had no clue about their families. None of the rangers really dispelled such information and even if they did it was quite clear most lacked them. He heard the captain had an older sister and two brothers who used to be in the navy. Apparently, they'd gone missing many years before the war. A storm or something else must have killed them.

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Tamara heard retreating footsteps and found the windows on the house were boarded up. Strange. Every level was typically crowded except for the sixth. Or so she'd become accustomed to.

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Cardiloc's blindfold was removed after ten minutes of walking through the dark. His eyes adjusted to the torchlight as he was left inside a cell, the door shutting behind him. He saw them drag Glorfindel into the one next to him and throw him in with far less courtesy than they showed him.

The Serpent was placed inside the cell opposite Glorfindel and Cardiloc found himself staring at two figures in the cell opposing his own. A young dark-haired girl whose stench was so strong he could smell her from his side and...Endo?!?

Mirecyla watched with an almost child-like glee as the guards along with some strangely adorned rangers dragged in company. She saw Evenis and her heart was caught in her throat. The Slayer must have gotten him too. Then another man, some feral-looking barbarian who reeked of fear. And lastly, the Slayer himself.

Wait? What?

Why was the Slayer being put away by his own men? The atmosphere smelt of betrayal and Mirecyla found an aura reminiscent to one of her time in Angband returning to the air. Something was at work here. But she couldn't care less. The Slayer was there in the cell to her right. Once Taras returned, he would be all hers...

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"Sure," Equas said as Thoruk walked off.

"Who?" Someone said behind Arandil.

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The transformation was complete.

"Dimitri, are you feeling alright?" Manwe's soothing voice entered his mind. It was like light blossomed into his soul and those feelings of neglect vanished in an instant. Here was his gracious master, giving him love and attention that Dimitri did not work to deserve or earn.

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Cardiloc grimaced at Glorfindel being so abruptly shoved in there, it disgusted him, he looked at Mirecyla curiously, then at Endo, his eyes widened. Surely he had not gotten hismelf caught? Where was Berethor???
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Rambo remembered all his men, each and every one of them, High command had continued to use this failing strategy and it all it had awarded them was an alienated elf, a barbarian and one close to death shifter. Let the shifters fight each other, that kind of warfare was no place for mere man. He thought ahout Vardamir, he had heard rumours about the event, but no one spoke of them in his presence lest they face a months latrine duty. He finished his report, noting his lone survival, ascent of the armoured, capture of the serpent shifter and his brief standoff with Glorfindel.
 
Tamara would grab her dagger and slowly crouch towards a window. She would scratch the window with her dagger for a while, then dissapear behind the corner of the house as swift and quiet as possible, trying to lure someone out and be abble to look through the open door for a second.

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"Aye, thanks" he'd say, walking off towards the end of their small town. There he would sit down next to the nearest tree and try to calm down. He would try to focus on nothing for a moment. Just breath out all of his stress for once. Then he would focus his powers underneath him. Trying to lift himself up with the wind, only slightly.
 
"There. She should be there." The Trickster pointed at the temple. They began to climb the many steps up to its entrance and after a serious sweat-fest for Iver, they finally reached the top. He may be fast but he was not used to such slow-paced aerobic exercises which wore out his fast-twitch muscle fibers. Just as they reached the top, the Trickster turned around and smirked at Iver's obvious annoyance. A tall figure appeared behind him. Iver instantly recognized them. It was the one who had taken Dimitri and killed Celeborn. The Iron Hunter.

And if Orome was aware, he showed no signs of it.

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Tamara waited for quite a while yet no one came. She heard no noise come from the house aside.

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"Now, all of you play nice." Keratos said. "If I hear of trouble and have to come down here a second time, one of you will die. That much is certain." He glanced at Glorfindel and scrutinized the elf. Shook his head. Sighed and left. Furdin and Shin followed. Mateus looked at Cardiloc and told him.

"Someone will bring food by the morning. Hang in tight and if your story holds up you'll be out in no time. Okay?"

A number of thoughts hit Cardiloc at once whilst the man talked to him. He ignored him for the most part as he was too focused now on Berethor, Endo, Marco and the Silmaril. As well as the fact that Glorfindel had been vandalized by these men.

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"Oh, he just brought us this great beast," Arandil remembered the voice and turned to see the woman from before. Her features arranged into a winsome smile.

Thoruk felt the wind swirl beneath him and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor, his ass aching after he unintentionally flipped himself over with the wind.

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Cardiloc gave an absent minded nod, but he was too focused on what had happened to Endo and Berethor. Yet who was this woman with Endo? Cardiloc checked if his hands were still bound, did he have that infernal sock in his mouth. “Uh...” He cleared his throat, if he could speak he began. “What you in for?” He raised a brow to Mirecyla and Endo.
 
What neither knew was how the effect of replaying the most painful memories that are made a million times more painful could unhinge a person. For Dimitri, it had a devastating effect. His personality was almost reversed, and even the way he spoke changed. "Yes-yes, masterful of lord-masters! I am feeling good-looking, yes-yes! What can I-me, Dimitri the Humble, do for my greatest Lord?" Dimitri asked eagerly.
 
"Ah, you're the kind soul that has kept me fed and semi-strong. I thank you very much, though I do not know your name, and perhaps you do not know mine. So let me begin with: Who are you?" He said with a smile.
 
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