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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"He's still my nephew. My little sister's bitchy nephew but still my nephew." The Trickster said conflictedly.

"You insolent wretches failed to protect my father. Tulkas saved you. He saved you and all your worthless lives. Slaughtering a few mortals and that elf was nothing compared to what my father would have done in his wrath!" The Iron Hunter roared and threw the dart directly at Iver, the blade soaring in an arc at the Dalishman's forehead.

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Vardamir took the report with a silent nod. "The night's off lads. Be here by dawn on the morrow. Sharp. Understood?" He called out to the gathered rangers who spread across the barracks' courtyard.

"Sir," Came the usual reply. With that Vardamir followed after Arcturus on their incline to the citadel with Ha'zi and Sigeric in tow.

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Ha'zi briskly followed, trying to be adjacent or at least somewhat closer to the rest. He payed attention to where exactly they were being taken, though he also made sideward glances to see if, yet again, that they'd possibly be watched or followed.
 
In another time (and IRL. RIP Mom), Dimitri would do everything in his power to help this person. But that time was not now. Dimitri was a twisted shell of himself. Anyone that knew even for a day could see that. He spoke strangely, he was hunched over like some cripple, and most importantly, he had a strange, cruel gleam in his eyes. But didnt know that. "Who are you-you, prisoner-slave?"
 
"The way I see things lass, meaning in my own opinion, there is nothing greater than to fight, defend and die for your king and home. I have been part of the army every since the war of the Ring began. I had to flee from my old village because of Sauron's swarming orc forces. I vow one day to get back there, I do miss home."
 
Mirecyla would give a cruel smile and look Endo directly in the eyes, growling as she spoke "And I swear upon Morgoth and the fucking Valar that if you even plan on doing it, I'll unleash a hell upon you worse than you have ever experienced." She'd say, the normal girl back if not even more pissed and agitated. "Taras I think bailed on us, or is doing a noble attack in his eyes and waiting for the right time. Evenis isn't safe here and personally I've had enough being in this cell. I got two ideas, hopefully one of them works." Mirecyla would say, once again she would picture her giant, the transformation, the power, everything. But she specifically focused on her spiked hide, how it looked, the shape and texture of them, once again everything. Unlike last time where she tried to give herself claws only on her fists, Mirecyla wouldn't focus them anywhere, just letting them form in their natural areas.
 
Rambo headed towards the nearest tavern, it had been a long tiring day and he had lost most of his comrades; he needed a drink.
 
"Oh Dimitri, you came! I told your father you'd come but they took him!" She exclaimed excitedly in an old womanly way before noticing his stance. "Oh my Dimmy, what's wrong?"

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The blade passed over Iver's head as he sped up and matrixed dodged the shard.

The Trickster was watching this unfold with an atypical face-palm.

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"What are yo-"

SPRAANG.

Mirecyla's shirt ripped as three spikes shot out of her spine, bloody and blackened. They pierced the curved stone wall, cracking it and sending an ear-splitting ring through their cell. Her back ached and the pain brought her to her knees.

"Mirecy, you idiot-" She heard Evenis' voice as her vision went black and she fell into darkness.

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He found the first one closed. Then the second was in the process of shutting down. And the last refused soldiers, for some reason. Eventually, he was walking down the street on the third level when he saw an open pub ahead of him. There were some people wandering outside and a few sitting around and the best part was that the bar seemed to be very active as music radiated through its doors.

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Ha'zi noticed some people watching from their homes but no real stalkers in the dark.

After traversing the fifth and sixth levels, the rangers and Karoltai reached the Citadel where they were disarmed and escorted into the a back-chamber. Ha'zi and Sigeric caught sight of the aftermath of the battle that had occurred early that day.

Merethrond had been half-destroyed, rocks blown out as if an explosion had rocked the city. One of the towers was damaged and there were giant footprints leading from it out towards the outcrop rock of Minas Tirith. A large skeleton littered the ground and something even stranger caught their eyes. At the edge of the large rock was a massive netting that had been knocked into place over something. As Ha'zi scrutinized it, the netting appeared to move slightly but went still afterward. Was something under there?

Before that question could be investigated, they were led into the chamber where citadel guards stood at attention. A round table occupied the middle of the chamber and they were instructed to sit by Arcuturus. The drill sergeant left the room, leaving the three men alone with the citadel guards.

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"So, you've killed people?" Dina asked.

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"Huh, oh, jea" Thoruk would mumble as he keeps on staring into the fire as he takes some water. Uncommon for a dwarf, yet he had to drink something. He had to find either Arandil or Iver, who maybe returned, after this meal.

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"Knew it" she'd say quietly in joy. She would try and open the hatch and look what was beneath it.
 
"Do something!" Iver shouted at Orome. "Your fucking nephew tried to murder you and me, at that order" He shouted again.
 
The natural, youthful curiosity that Ha'zi possessed beckoned him greatly to inspect it, and even continued to after they had far passed it. He wanted to know everything about the event, immensely. While the spoken words and physical sights built a believable picture of what truly went down, he felt it wasn't nearly enough. And that movement beneath... that particularly sparked interest. Was it a ranger whose luck had run out? Some poor, every-day sap?

This topic pulsed throughout his head, though it was far too dim as the space was filled with buzzing due to the awkward situation he was currently in. Pangs of nervousness also accompanied him as he sat there, contemplating how and what'd he say once the General finally appeared. After an uneasy cough, he weakly spoke, wanting a form if conversation to be born instead of uncomfortable silence, "So, um, when is he expected to appear, then?"
 
"Not people, orcs dear lass. Those foul things have no roots tracing back to their ancestors, the elves, anymore. I'd kill them, without hesitation even if it wasn't war time. I have attracted this hatred for them ever since they swarmed my village in the woods of Gondor. They killed people I lived with for my whole life. They swarmed my home's land, they pillaged, they killed, they butchered, but worst of all? They eat the flesh of men and women they defeated. They are truly foul creatures. For my hatred for anything always has a good reason behind it."

"Though , sadly, I did have to confront fellow men eventually, like the Rhunic people, in the battle of Minas Tirith I hesitated when confronting them countless times. But I did my duty and fought them either way, no matter their race. In that same battle I was greatly injured, caused me to miss the final confrontation at the Black Gates. Sad thing that was, I really wanted to see the orcs being engulfed by the earth itself."

"But you may find this all harsh, and cruel and sad. All of it is, but this... this is war. In war you either kill or get killed lass. And I for one prefer the latter."
 
"Nyuree..." he tasted the name in his parched lips. Trying not to forget his manners, he propped himself up a little and extended his hand towards the newcomer. "I'mmm Daugo".
 
Mirecyla stood in a daze wondering if it wou- SHHLINK she'd bite down on her young hard to keep her from crying out in pain. Next thing she knew she heard stone crack and an immensely loud ringing. However the sudden pain was unbearable, she'd slide down to the floor and murmur to Endo "Well would you look at that, it works!" Before passing out. Hopefully the spikes disappeared.
 
Throughout the ruckus Mirecyla had caused Cardylocks was fast asleep, dreaming of hunting with Wulf and also fantasising about getting with Ha'zis future daughter.
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Rambo headed to that pub, it sounded cheery.
 
The Trickster twitched slightly and raised his fingers. "Both of you-" He snapped them and Iver and Telimekhtar vanished from the entrance to the temple.

"Just...stop..." Orome rubbed his forehead. He was sweating.

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Iver was in the Trickster's Mansion once more. He was back in the pantry, his hands and feet were bound to a chair. He heard a voice behind him cry out in anger.

"Bedlam-ridden rats!"

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The meat tasted tough in his mouth and wasn't juicy but it was nevertheless rare meat and that in itself gave Thoruk some solace. He'd never tasted elk and this could be the first and last time he would have the chance.

Equas finished his meal and finally asked, "So, you're just gonna leave t'day, right?" Just as this was said, Thoruk spotted Arandil speaking to a short ginger woman nearby the campfire.

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"So, do you enjoy war? Do you love killing?" Dina asked Arandil. "You must if you're so inclined to be a soldier." She muttered demeaningly.

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The grey cloak took his hand and shook it lightly. Her fingers felt wet or perhaps that was the moisture. It was quite humid outside of the bar. "I see. And what ails you, Dow-go?"

Rambo passed the two of them, completely missing the Behemoth Shifter in his pursuit for a drink. And a drink he would have. Upon entering the bar, he saw people in an uproar, singing, shouting, dancing, and mewling like wild animals. This was most unusual. Never before had Rambo been to such a lively pub. This would prove interesting. Most of the tables were taken but he spotted one in the corner near the barkeeper's array of fine vintages. There was a man sleeping on one chair and two other chairs empty.

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Ha'zi had spoken too soon as the doors opened in the chamber revealing a side-entrance to which the a large fellow entered the room. He was alone and draped in a fur coat over placoid-scale armor with a belt that contained a fairly zealous sword wrapped in its sheath. He was adorned with simple medallions over the coat and had the insignia of his rank established. It wasn't too fancy like most of the higher ups that Ha'zi had seen and it merely displayed the necessary information. This had to be Belzagar.

"Welcome," He said to the three of them. "I trust you bring some good tidings?" The General took a seat opposite Vardamir at the roundtable.

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The hatch came clean, revealing steps delving into the dark underground. Was this a secret passage? Indeed. It had to be! But...to where?

Would Tamara answer this question?

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Mirecyla awoke. She was no longer in the cell. Instead, she was standing in a field of scarlet flowers. The wind was soft and gentle and she heard her name.

"Mirecyla,"

She turned around to see Berethor standing five meters away. He had that dopey smile that he would make whenever she acted tough around him. "I found you." He reached his hand out to her.

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Klink. Clank. Klink. Clank.

Cardiloc felt himself waking up for a nice steamy dream of Laurel. His head was a bit groggy and he was smiling like an absolute idiot whilst he slept on the hard, cold floor.

Clank. KLINK. CLANK.

Something. A noise. It was coming closer. It was like keys jingling...
 
"I don't like war, I don't like killing, deep down I despise mindless killing. But I love my kingdom, my people, my family and King. And if I have to kill to protect them, or even die, I will gladly do both. But that doesn't mean I enjoy war and killing, not at all."

"You don't know how horrible war is, until you witness it firsthand. I heard helpless women and children scream as orcs ravaged through Minas Tirith , and I couldn't do a damn thing. In an expedition into the valley of Udun to find out what was going on concerning Melkor, I watched my comrades from my regiment, people I trained and ate with for years, turn into piles of ash in mere seconds. My own brother had his face burnt and went into a coma. I do not even know if he is alive. That is another reason I yearn to head back home. I.. I haven't seen him awake, nor have I talked to him in a year.. and I miss him." He said , shedding tears. He wiped the tears off, trying to keep it together.

"Listen lass, I hope you never witness war firsthand... no I pray you never witness it. Your life here? It is secluded, relatively safe and peaceful. I only pray that it remains as such . I've witnessed much, and my mind has been left scarred, but I keep on going, well I try my best at least. Anyways ,Dina, may Eru bless you, so you may never partake in a war or bare witness to it.".

 
Iver almost shat himself, "Orome he is gonna fucking kill me!" He screamed in anger rather than fear, raging due to the Valar's actions. Iver tried to turn his head around, expecting to see the iron hunter charging him a fucking axe or something.
 
"Oh, y'know, thworld 'nd life 'n genral," he replied, absentmindedly registering Rambo's entrance ino the inn.
 
Mirecyla would wake up in a field of flowers, the ground soft and forgiving compared to the stone of the cell. She'd dig her feet into the dirt and went to bend down to pick up a flower when she heard a voice behind. 'Mirecyla' the voice said, but she knew that voice very well... As she turned around a smile would break her face upon seeing Berethor, tears started to form in her eyes as she found herself leaning into his hand. How had he-. Mirecyla would step back. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Her instincts kicked in and she went through everything.

She had woken up standing, only cunts without brains can do that and she for sure had a brain, where was Endo, Taras (the bastard), or Even? Why would she be in the field and not in the camp. Could this be some dream? Some sick dream being given to her by Cardiloc or someone else? She couldn't figure it out. "Berethor, if this is really you I'm sorry. But if this is some fuck tard piece of shit trying to mess with my mind you picked the wrong person and did it on the wrong day. Avada Kedavra!" Shed yell, pointing her hand and sending out a little bit of her power to see what would happen. But instead of her usually focusing on someone in general, she'd focus on the mind, attempting to break inside and see what it had to offer.
 
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