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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Cardiloc," He answered Mirecyla. "But I very much doubt your the King's daughter though," He grinned at her statement. "Why would the King's daughter be locked up in a cell with such dangerous 'criminals'." He cast a side ways glance to Glorfindel. "Now, I've given you my name, what is yours?"
 
Sigeric did his best to dispel his doubts about what the Gondorians were going to do with Glorfindel, at least momentarily. Given the mental connection between the two, Sigeric felt as though he would know if the Elf had been slain. He listened to Ha'zi's question. He was equally curious about Eonwe's condition. They needed to meet with him as soon as possible, after they completed the countless other tasks before them. Having been satisfied with Vardamir's answer to Ha'zi's question, Sigeric inquired about one of those tasks. "This General. What is your measure of the man, Captain?"
 
Mirecyla would courtesy "Princess Tarhil, daughter of the King." She'd say with as much elegance as she could muster. Pointing to Endo she'd continue "As of why I'm with Endo here, well, the rest of our group got killed. Most of them being criminals of major offense, Endo here however managed to convince the guards and nobels that he was the bastard of some lord so they let him off the hook. But by letting him off the hook it meant putting both of us in jail to straighten ourselves out." She'd say sticking to her story. However her joking personality would go away as she turned to the cell where the slayer was in. "Last I saw him he and a group of those Black Rangers left Minas Tirith for some unknown purpose, came back later with two shifters. One big black cunt who says he can absorb fear and another who calls himself the mimic. Guess you finally bit to much that you can chew eh?" She'd say, her words like venom, clearly something had happened between the two of them.

However in Mirecylas mind she was raging, that bastard would die, she didn't care how or when. But she knew she'd be the one to do it. Even if she died trying she'd rip his head of and parade it around home to show that even demons die eventually. She'd walk over to Evenis and lightly touch him. Did the slayer do this? What had happened during the breakout? Who else came? Who died? Who had risked their life to save her miserable life? Millions of questions flooded her mind in a riot, however with a deep breath she would stand once more and turn to Card-a-fuck. "You say you were locked up for disappearing for a year then coming upon a battlefield right. What'd you find on your journey? Oh, also what happened to Even, I put a lot of time into getting him inside.
 
“Glorfindel caught them? Why would he bring two dangerous shifters into a city full of people. Why are we held here, and not in Cair Andros...” Cardiloc stroked his beard. “That’s suspicious, but it’s more idiocy on his part and those artistocratic bastards who’ve shoved the elf in here as a scapegoat to preserve their dignity.” He grumbled, what was up with Glorfindel, why was he so quiet.

Obviously this woman had some enmeties with the younger Endo, and even more with Glorfindel by the way she spoke of him; and consdiering it was fairly obvious she was lying about being the daughter of rhe King and was travelling with Endo; Cardiloc hazarded a guess she had been captured by Glorfindel as well. “That’s disclosed information, not revealed to the likes of a ‘princess’, or a proto-giant. Now, as I’ve revealed my name, who are you really?” Cardiloc asked once more.
 
Mirecyla would lean against the wall and fold her arms frowning "Would of thought you'd be more trustworthy of me, but I see I'll have to give you my shortened life story." Mirecyla would tell Cardiloc, unsure of her opinion about him just yet, but his information was valuable... "This might cone as a shock but my father isn't perfect, in fact no one is. That's why eighteen years ago I was conceived as the bastard daughter of the King. Of course now I'm legitimatized now and am next in line to be heir." She continued to lie. Getting off the wall she'd walk over to Endo and Evenis.

"Because it'll be your word against mine I have no problem spilling as much secrets as I can, but to answer your question why I am with a proto shifter whatever the fuck, it's because I sympathize with them. My father sent out Glorfindel and a squadron of Black Rangers to capture a Proto Shifter to negotiate terms that didn't need to be brought up. See, my father and that elf both are to stupid to realize that we already have one enemy in Mordor, one bigger than we can imagine. We don't need another enemy that can be just as powerful." She'd pause and walk back over to get a better look at him. Obviously not the Destroyer, Flying, or Warrior. From what information she knew the Elemental and Behemoth were dwarfs. Which would leave the Dwarf, Guardian, and Hybrid, she remembered from Mordor going to face the Guardian and this was for sure not the same person. She also remembered the descriptions of the Karolti given to them by Miriel, this Cardiloc may be muscular, but not so much to be the Dwarf, right? Ehh fuck it.

"With time and influence I brought 12 protos into the city. The three shifters and nine who just have abilities, mixed with the orphans and poor of Minas Tirith they are essentially invisible, plus with me already hanging out with the same poor and orphans it was easy to meet with them in our distinct locations. However an altercation between a violent drunk dude, don't remember his name honestly and some guards resulted in his death and our arrest arrest. I told you earlier we didn't need another enemy, it's true, but I snuck them into Gondor so they could kill my father. His time of rule is over and the time of me is soon. Daughters are supposed to love their fathers yes but when said father locks you up in jail, well, I think you understand." She'd smile "Now. What brought the Hybrid back home? After all, I am your higher ranking superior."
 
Daugo kept chuckling as he rose from the floor. His coccyx throbbed painfully, but he was drunk enough to not mind it much. "'m sarrey, 'm sarrey," he burped, "c-couldn't hulp it." He wobbled back towards the inn, somehow ending up a little way from the door he had meant to get to, and had to grip the walls when a wave of dizziness washed over him. Grunting, he slid down and sat on the ground with some difficulty.

He had stopped chuckling by then, and the joy of intoxication had passed. He sat with his back against the inn, looking at the stars and slipping into a dreary mood. He had hated the song he had just sung when he was young, since it always forebode a long night of his mother yelling at his father for being a drunk idiot that was going to be the ruin of them all. Ulso, his father, merely regarded her with a glazed look from the couch or corner he had chosen to plop down on, occasionally snorting, burping, or making an unrelated comment.

Daugo was only now beginning to see that he was not unlike his father (though he did humbly think that he was vastly smarter). As a child, he had never understood the need to get away from the person he was by whichever means were available, nor why he wished to run from his reality but was too cowardly to actually do it. And now he did. He wondered if Ulso had had a reason to feel that way, or if the Burginses were simply prone to dissatisfaction and despair. All of their vices came from that need to get away; from what, he didn't rightly know, but it was real, and deeply-rooted. He himself found refuge in alcohol, from time to time, but he also thoroughly enjoyed being with people that didn't know who he truly was. He liked lying, and he was good at it. He liked manipulating people without them noticing, and he liked women, not just because of sex, but because he felt the most alone at night. A bit more worrisome to him was the fact that, in retrospect, he didn't absolutely hate killing. He liked the thrill, and the control he acquired over the life of another being.

"What a misserble pieceuf shit you are, Daugo," he mumbled.
 
“Nice story, I can’t say I know much about Kings and their bastards, I was raised in a homestead not here in this epitome of civilisation. Now drop the bullshit story, or I shan’t help you get released. Now, I’m just in here temporarily, hopefully. But you, your a proto giant, obviously. Your enemies of Gondor, I fought against you sons of bitches when Miriel betrayed us and you ambushed us. You tell me your name,your real name and what your shifting abilities or powers are and I’ll get you out of this cell once I’ve been cleared. Deal?” He offered her, obviously her plan to kill Aragorn was utterly stupid and he sincerely doubted he had fathered her. But if she was a proto giant she could be of some use. He still needed to find ‘Mirecy’ though, perhaps this Endo knew?
 
Mirecyla would sigh and shake her head "I'm not lying Cardiloc. I truly am the daughter of the King. You may remain here temporarily, but that can change depending on how you continue with this discussion. Despite how badly you wish for me to be a giant I can't fulfill your wish. But how about this, ask me something only the daughter of the King or perhaps high ranking person in the government would know. Then you'll know your answer.
 
"B-but why would you want to be in an army? Why fight wh-when you can be at peace?" Her eyes seemed so doughy as if they might burst into tears at any moment and her voice was shaky. Was she sad or simply nervous?

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Thoruk saw the campfire ablaze and people gathered around the logs, taking slices of elk meat from the chunk roasting on the spit.

The voice of Mandos repeated in his thoughts.

No. It appeared he would never be. Ever since that dreaded island, he would never be. Not unless Morgoth and Manwe and all his enemies were eliminated. Only then it seemed would be his freedom.

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"Mmmanwe's currs." Telimekhtar almost growled in defiance at Iver.

The Trickster was too busy eyeing the Dalishman in an offended manner after that mention of one of his many copies being slain.

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"Heh, my name's not Daw-go," A voice said, appearing right next to the Hobbit. The sheer shock should've frightened him but he was too drunk at this point to give a shit. It was a woman. She sat a meter away from him. He was sure she wasn't there when he took his place but then again he was intoxicated. "How are you, lil' 'un?"

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Vardamir sighed a bit as they waited and the question of the general was raised, as it inevitably would be.

"General Belzagar is a stalwart and true man. As rational as the pen and as blunt as the sword. He is a capable, likely the most capable leader on the homefront. He served in various wars and battles and reclaimed Minas Morgul from the Shadow and led the southern campaign against the Haradrim with exceeding success. His fourth army is among the most seasoned of Gondor's and has suffered the least casualties. Mostly due to the fact that they participate in minor yet important battles, and are led by a leader they trust and respect. He comes from one of the noble houses of the age of Ship-Kings or so I've been told. All of this makes him out to be quite the leader but personally, Sigeric, I dislike his methods. I go by the book and he prefers to throw it out the window." Vardamir shrugged as a group of rangers appeared down the causeway to the fifth level, approaching them.

At its head was Arcturus. Rambo remembered his old drill instructor instantly by his face. He had a crooked nose, one that Rambo had given him for the racist comments and harsh treatments. It had earned him his respect and place among the rangers as well as four months of extra toilet duties. Although many believed both men had enmity to one another, it was quite the opposite. Arcturus was the closest thing Rambo had to a best friend in the fifth ranger squadron.

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Mirecyla could not see Evenis. He had been dragged past her cell and from the way the rangers acted, it seemed he was in the cell next to hers. Blocked by cobblestone bricks and the natural stone of Minas Tirith.

Glorfindel remained curled in a corner of his room, unmoving from where the rangers had dropped him.

And Endo was unresponsive. It appeared he had submitted to Mirecyla's game and merely nodded every once in a while at her statements. Which further weakened Cardiloc's theory.

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"Indeed there is, my child. Indeed there is. Time shall bring the opportunity to do so. For now, you may venture into my realm."

The jail cell slid open magically.

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He would sit down at the nearest place that would be free and would take a slice of elk meat, biting into it, staring into the fire. It seemed so cold to him, like it wasn't even fire. He wouldn't speak a word with anyone, nor look at anyone, he would continue to eat, taking a few slices and, if there would be, something to drink. "Cold times" is what he would mumble to himself. He had made his decision. He had to leave as soon as possible.
 
"Do you think he's the one responsible for the attack on the proto-shifters when they arrived here to negotiate?" Ha'zi asked Vardamir, though it was really an open-ended question. "The ones we confronted seemed very adamant about the fact that they were the victims here."
 
"I don't understand why the proto-shifters took the risk of coming here in the first place." Sigeric said. They seemed content to disappear off of the map entirely. Did it really take them eleven months to decide that they wished to join with us? Or did we have leverage over them which forced them to come here?"
 
Dimitri's confidence soared. He smiled, and silently thanked Illuvatar for making his master so generous. "Thank you-you, most generous and mighty-strong of master-lords! Truly, you-you are worthy of all-many praises-worships! I-me shall not-not disappoint you-you!" He said, beaming like a madman. He scurried out of the cage, going in no particular direction.
 
Cardiloc sighed, if he was going to find out who she really was, he’d have to play her game. But that’d require regaining his strength so he could actually get into her cell. He moved into a corner, defeated, the Dunlending quickly fell asleep again.
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Rambo grinned as he approached, finally someone of fimilarity in this sea of grey, unknown faces. He’d really wanted to smash that mans face in all the times he’d accused him of being sexually submissive to Melkor and all his servants. Also called him a darkie and even worst names. But after he’d broken his nose Arcteus had ceased his insults and the two men ended up becoming fast friends. They even considered each other equals. Rambo watched as the group approached.
 
"Hey, you dropped me into a fucking dungeon after forcing me to reveal my secret because i couldn't tell i was crazy and later you caused the rape of a child so don't give me that look" iver said offended that Orome was offended.
"You gave Dimitri to Manwe?!" Iver asked quite loudly. "Orome, he works for Manwe, fucking kill him or something" he said in an angry and worried voice.
 
Equas sat next to him and ripped chunks of meat out of a piece of bone using only his teeth like a feral beast. Thoruk found no other drink than water or some fruity mush that was offered to him. It smelt sweet but he was a dwarf and quite the untrusting one at that.

"Yaw oh-key, Thor-ook?" Equas said between mouthfuls.

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"A wanderer," She replied. Daugo's eyes were blurring but he could see that she was wearing a grey hood. She was short and petite and whatever skin he could notice was as fair as the moon. "You may call me, Nuri."

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With Cardiloc asleep, Evenis unresponsive and the Slayer seemingly brain-dead, Mirecyla and Endo were left alone in the cells.

Once they were sure that the Dunlending was asleep, Endo spoke, "I swear to Morgoth, if you fucking touch me again, I will reveal your secret to him and I'll also make sure that everyone in our fucking village knows you want Berethor to shaft you." He had clearly had enough but kept his voice low. "Now, I see what you're doing but how much longer do we have to sit here for? Where the hell is Taras?!"

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"Why would the General cause the attack? Nothing was gained from it and we only lost out. And no. Even if Belzagar wanted to, he couldn't have. He only arrived in the city after orders from Admiral Balkazir for the nearest army to reinforce the garrison. And no one would dare risk the safety of Gondorians, especially not that of the capital. And if you're implying they were the victims then why did they slaughter so many of my men and go out of their way to defeat the Leviathan, who is now in their hands, I presume? If they truly were the victims they wouldn't have turned my men into fucking giants." Vardamir rebuffed both of them, losing his composure in doing so.

"Captain!" Someone called. Vardamir turned to look.

Arcturus and more rangers alongside citadel guards walked towards them.

"Come with us, the General bids the Karoltai and you," The drillmaster said, excluding the rest of the rangers. He noticed Rambo and kept a stern face.

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Dimitri found himself running past other cells, most empty but some filled. He recognized none of them and could only assume they were traitors and dissidents, spawns of Morgoth, sired into this world by the enemy. Twisted foul creatures that his master had to lock away from the world.

"Dimitri?" A voice asked as he passed. It was an elderly woman with whitening hair. She clutched the bars of her cell and looked out at him with surprise.

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"He's my nephew," The Trickster said as an excuse.

"You imbecile. I protected him. Manwe's hounds snatched him away in the dead of night. I cannot rescue him." Telimekhtar spat at Iver, spinning one of his blades in response, revealing he was ready to use it.

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"Your least favorite one" Iver replied to the trickster angrily before he turned to the Iron Hunter.
"Protect him my ass. You snatched Dim in the dead of the night and fucking killed Celeborn on the way, you piece of shit" Iver spat back/
 
Ha'zi's face reddened from the slew of words that tumbled out of Vardamir's mouth. As intended from this, he felt ashamed to even consider these thoughts now, seeing all those lives lost and damage done by the trio of shifters. But he still persisted with a "Captain, I still think that-" only for him to pause as the others arrived before them, a look of distaste spawning due to the sight of Arcturus. Clamping his mouth shut, Ha'zi nodded and went to step forward, ready to depart.
 
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