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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

His head throbbing, he rose with difficulty from his bed; the effort alone was enough for him to break a sweat. He looked around in confusion, and tried to piece together the events of the previous night. At first, his eyes darted frantically around the room, looking for his boys and wondering why he was in such a different place than when he went to sleep. Slowly, he concluded that the whole business with Nuri and his boys had probably been a dream (he dared not think that he had actually hallucinated the entire episode).

Groaning, he started to button up his undershirt and tidy his clothes. As he did so, he remembered how Gully's face had lit up when he'd seen him, and the disapproval in Bolham's voice. A knot formed in his throat, and he would have wept and wept if he had been hydrated enough to do so. Though tears did not come out, he sobbed dryly for his children and his ill fortune.

At length, he regained his composure. He still didn't rightly know where he was, so he walked up to the door as best he could and turned the handle.
 
"I do, actually, because that sounds like a massacre in the making. I strongly advise to cancel, push back, or at least move the festival to a different location.

He shifts forward in his seat, so that his elbows are now on the table. "Why I have this outrageous suggestion is because: One, the Protos have just attacked, and that was only in self-defense. And yet, look at how much damage that has done! Two, now that the aforementioned shifters have the Leviathan in their grasp, the festival is a perfect opportunity for them to use it. Whether as, in contrast to using us, a threat, or an actual terroristic strike. To have that many in one place... it sounds absurd to go through with, even if it's for a good cause, even if it is a display of Gondor's resiliency or power. It should not happen," Ha'zi grimly said, like some edgy apocalyptic prophet preaching to the masses of the end.
 
"My thoughts exactly." Sigeric said. "Gathering all of the leaders of Middle-Earth into one place at such a time is in invitation to our foes to strike. It isn't merely a possibility that there will be a mass assassination attempt. It is a near-certainty. And it is not only the proto-giants that we must worry about. Morgoth himself could have a plot in motion to sabotage the event. With the numbers that you are expecting to be there, no amount of security or vigilance will be enough to prevent something from slipping through our grasp." He paused, picturing sets upon sets of horrific outcomes that could result from such a scenario. And of course, at the root of Sigeric's opposition to the festival was the fact that it would unite Middle-Earth against an enemy whom they could not allow to be slain, rather than the far greater threat that they were blind to. He continued speaking. "Of course, it is crucial that the leaders of Middle-Earth meet to be informed of this threat. However, such a meeting should be clandestine, in a more secure setting. King Aragorn should be contacted immediately with news of the events that took place here, if he has not been already. If he decides to proceed with the festival, then so be it."
 
It was beautiful, a truly magnificent sight. Each book was worth more than mithril, and each bookcase a treasure trove. "Such beauty-pretty sight, the master is so mighty-rich to everything!" Dimitri whispers. He wandered around the the library, not daring to sully the books with his hands.
 
"We know," Belzagar said. "We're going ahead with it. It's impossible to cancel such a celebration and the King has sent delegates and prepared this for over a year. To cancel all at once would be an outrage. Especially to the public. Furthermore, the loss of the Leviathan is a near disaster but, as you mentioned," He nodded to Ha'zi, "We have one of theirs. And using some simple statecraft and bartering, it should be easy to negotiate a trade as well as a peace. This misunderstanding was caused by the elf and the only lives that were lost were Gondorian. I do not see how they could refuse an offer that would not only return to them their own but benefit them in the long-term with the greatest kingdom in Middle-Earth."

He continued, planting one foot over the other, "And we plan for Morgoth to attack. There is a reason that Gondor's Giants shall be at the forefront of this festival. You are not merely security. This is a trap. One designed to lure in the enemy and unify the world against them. Morgoth has no clue as to what exactly awaits him. The full force of Gondor shall be brought down upon him and our special divisions along with scientific branches have prepared quite the surprise for any who dare assault such a fortified zone as the Pelennor." Belzagar finished with a light shrug.

"You both underestimate the reckoning that is to come." He said, almost ironically.

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Creeeeaaaak.

The door opened to reveal a hallway. There was a single guard sitting, snoring on a chair outside his room. It was Galador.

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Tamara flashed past Evenis.

"-uh?!" He had to blink as the girl outpaced even him and Even was a quick sprinter. He turned around swiftly and ran after the elf who casually strolled through the collapsing tunnels as if it were a walk in the park.

Mirecyla felt Endo's weight over her spine as she attempted to carry him and for the most part succeeded but the weight was too much. She couldn't do this forever and sucking him dry of fear was not a smart idea in hindsight. Luckily, the girl came running towards her a rather insane speed. She was almost like Miriel. Quick like an arrow. What was she doing?!

Behind her, the tunnel over the Hybrid's body collapsed inward with a mighty roar, shaking the foundations of the dungeons.

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Cardiloc was trapped inside the boar and would be squished to death if he did not escape immediately.

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"Uh," Iver heard Orome. But it did not come from the Trickster who was cooking. Instead, he heard a swoosh of air behind him and there he was with some female.

"Eru, you lot are idiots." The Trickster shook his head and waved his hand at the projection of himself which had accompanied Iver and Telimekhtar this entire time. It faded away into a pool of shadows. "You could have just apologized to one another and the rope would've released you." Orome shook his head and snapped his fingers.

Iver and Telimekhtar were now standing face to face, snuggled against one another, the rope tying them together.

"Now apologize so the Lady Este and I may proceed with our work."

The Iron Hunter snarled.

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And so Dimitri spent his days as a servant to Manwe, venturing through the great halls of his palace in Valmar. Occasionally, he saw Sentinels of Manwe, sometimes Eternal Guard, sometimes elven scholars who gave him more than the appropriate quizzical glance, and once, he met Varda.

Yet, most of his time was occupied by Mineltar who visited him each day with food and drink. Dimitri took on an extremely different diet than his previous one. Mead was replaced by water. Meat by vegetables. Dimitri was completely pacified and his devotion to Manwe kindled each day and revitalized. All remnants of the old, one-armed Forochelrim disappearing into an abyss.

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Mirecyla kept trudging forward, she stopped absorbing Endos fear and instead focusing on the others in the room. At this rate he'd be out of f ear and full of courage, courage made people stupid and stupidity got people killed. As she kept going she knew she'd give out eventually, but then that girl gave zooming up to her. What the hell? Who was this? "Help me with the weight." she'd command, not bothering to wait for her answer as she transferred part of Endos body onto the girls, continuing forward. Where the fuck did Even go? Or the invisible cunt Taras!
 
Though Dimitri was now a servant of that ((filthy wazzock)) Manwe, even he could grow bored of his master's place. One day, Dimitri decided to go outside and venture southwards. He had heard of some beautiful mountains down there, and wanted to see yet another one of his master's creations.
 
Strange.

Daugo crept forward, shielding his eyes from the light with his hand, and tapped Galador's elbow. "'Morning, man."
 
Ha'zi nodded along, faking agreement while he really analyzed the General. Belzagar surprised him again and again. Here was someone in the Gondorian high command that, as far as he knew, was actually honest and smart. Yet, he could tell some things weren't as they appeared to be. The man, just like all the rest, was so damned cocky. Why did they believe they were the greatest all the time? Why did they think it would actually work whatsoever? There's no way such a feat could be accomplished. First it was the Mordor expedition... now it was the festival.

Despite these blasphemous thoughts, Ha'zi replied with, "That's... That's better. At least many precautions are being made. We still need to be wary, of course," which hopefully reassured his allegiance. As he spoke, his thoughts lingered on what had been said was the cause of the attack. He wasn't entirely buying the whole diplomat heading there then coming back scenario.

He gritted his teeth, struggling to not show it or make sound. Was this really political intrigue? Withheld secrets to coerce us into thinking or, rather, not thinking about a certain subject? He had to figure out, he supposed. And with his dip into mimicry and testing of new abilities, now would be as good as ever. Taking a slight breath, Ha'zi tried to inconspicuously peer into the mind of Belzagar, wondering what could be found.
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A New Challenger Approaches!

Dupli-Card: Ready to smash the timelines! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Seeking a hasty escape before detriment occurs, Cardiloc pushes him to get the hell out through the opening in his nape. Once out, he'd quickly evaluate what's happening before deciding on any brash actions
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Cardiloc looked around frantically, searching for someone to contact. He had fucked up, he knew now. He had transformed underground. And he could tell that the results would catastrophic. It didn't matter what time it was, he had to get to someone! So, without delay, he moved all around, glancing everywhere. He had to find Ha'zi. He had to find someone. He had to inform of this!
 
Sigeric held many of the same sentiments as Ha'zi at that moment. "After what we have been through, I think we understand the coming reckoning better than anyone." Whether or not he was speaking of the same reckoning as Belzagar was left ambiguous. "Let us hope that we are better prepared than we were when we entered Mordor. I understand that you have some experience with one of these Dark Lords, given your service in the War of the Ring." Sigeric noticed how restrained Ha'zi's response had been, and how the Haradrim was now deep in concentration. He knew that look. What was he trying to find? Sigeric continued speaking, to divert Belzagar's attention from Ha'zi. "You mentioned that we sent a messenger to meet with the proto-giants. When and how did we find their location, if you don't mind me asking?"
 
Iver would have shove the wooden spoon Orome's illusion used up Orome's ass so darn high it would  pierce his heart and kill him. However he was snuggling one of those annoying immortal brats, and it was the one who killed the only high elf he liked.
"Tulka's san, I apologise for my harsh words and actions" he said, bottling up his feelings once again.
 
"Hurry" Tamara would say, helping the other girl as she lays Endos arm over her neck and helps her carry him. As the cave started to colapse even more there was no time for long excited conversations, and so she would hurry dragging him, hoping the other girl could keep up with her as she follows the path where the others went before the cave would colapse all above her.
 
"I'll separate your head from your sple-" The ropes tightened further causing them to buckle against one another. "I'm sor-sorry-" The Iron Hunter gasped as the ropes released them.

The Trickster sighed. "My lady, Este," He showed her off to the two ingrates, "My troglodytes." He motioned at Iver and Telimekhtar who were hugging one another awkwardly, the compression having yet to fully wear off.

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And so, with Manwe's permission, of course, Dimitri was allowed to venture south. He was watched, as always and Minaltar visited him with food and drink to keep him strong. He scaled mountains that dwarfed the Misties and saw sights of the great oceans of Ulmo and the forests of Orome to the south. It was...beautiful...

Manwe appeared on the mountain tops next to Dimitri with a flash of lightning as he stared out across the lands of Valinor.

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"Hu-huh?" Galador's eyes shot open and he nearly punched Daugo but his aim was off and just missed the Hobbit's head.

"Sorry!" He exclaimed, standing up, his legs shaking from awakening so suddenly. "Don't do that again," He warned the Hobbit and rubbed his eyelids.

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Duplicard ceased to exist as Mandos literally appeared, touched him and caused the Karoltai to disintegrate.

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Cardiloc saw the typical guards far by the fountain pool and the White Tree. None of them had moved from their station.

Nearby, there was a tarp covering something large which was bolted to the rock of Minas Tirith.

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Ha'zi's concentration hit a dead wall. Literally. It appeared he was too fatigued to even utilize his ultimate abilities or perhaps his connection to Sigeric had been disrupted. But for some reason, he could not delve into Belzagar's mind, or the minds of those around him for that matter.

"Squadron Zero located them after a lengthy search and using the aid of common folk who they massacred in their rampage from Mordor, or so the rumors go. Their current location is kept private for an obvious reason. We cannot have further tension should any of our men attempt a rogue operation, now can we?" He said making an obvious jive at Glorfindel and his treachery.

"Now do you have any further questions? We should wrap this up and we can continue at a later date. I'd very much like to have some sleep before dawn."

Vardamir kept silent. It was clear he too was scrutinizing the situation with some adherence.

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"This way!" Evenis cried and led them around corner after corner, through tumbling tunnel after tumbling tunnel. The collapse eventually came to end behind them but they had to keep moving forward. The guard was far ahead and only by the fact that the elf was walking, which was difficult enough for them to keep up a healthy pace with, that they managed to reach the exit.

Mirecyla found that the girl was able to carry most of Endo's weight alone. And Mirecy thought she was strong. Ahead of her she heard Harris scream something.

"PRISONERS ESCAPING! PRISONERS ESCAPING!"

Two guards sat at the steps to a grand spiral staircase that led upwards through a cavern. The men sprang to their feet, one dropping a bottle of ale in the process, and raised their weapons. Harris ran past them continuing to wail and began ascending the stairs with many huffs and puffs of exasperation.

"Halt!" The men yelled at the prisoners.

Glorfindel ignored the command and continued onwards. Even followed but kept his distance from the elf.

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"Shit, I'm glad I'm so small," he jested. "What exactly happened last night? I assume we're in some kind of barrack, though I can scarcely recall ever getting here."
 
"Yeah, we're borrowing some of the empty rooms on the third level barracks. It's mostly a cavalry division but I know some other rangers from Squadron Ten are stationed here for now." Galador said brushing his hair back and yawning. "And you-" He stifled a laugh, "Oh, Daugo. I found you bloated, laying in a pool of vomit and piss outside the tavern. Ramdir did not look half as bad as you then."

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"I can only imagine," he chuckled, though a crease appeared in his brow soon after. He was not one to blackout very often; he prided himself in his tolerance to alcohol, though it did make his pockets ache when he wished to get drunk. Still, the facts were the facts, and there was no sensible explanation to what he thought he could recall from the previous night. "You don't," he began, feeling stupid for asking, "know a Nuri, by any chance?"
 
Mirecyla continued to walk forward, supporting probuably a third of Endos weight while the girl took the other two thirds. Damn, did she really loose all of her muscle, and more importantly why was Endo such a little bitch? His wrist snaps and he doesn't even have the decency to walk in pain? What an asshole. However Mirecyla would need to train when she got home, perhaps couples training with Berey? She blushed, when had she started to call him Berey? No matter. However the screams from Harris drew her out of her day dream, two guards blocked her way and in front of them was the Slayer. She still fealt ackward about not trying to kill him yet, it'd have to be later. "Even get your ass over here and carry Endo, I'm best suited for this fight right now." Mirecyla would say, claws still attached as she examined the two guards.
 
"Y-You can handle them" Tamara would say as she looks at Mirecyla. "I'm not a fighter" she'd add, following Even, yet going slower as they were to approach the guards.
 
“Ha'zi, I don't feel so good-” Duplicard's remains drifted away in the wind. May he rest in the arms of the Laurels angels.
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Unfortunately for the now deceased Duplicard, Ha'zi was stressing over other matters. He puffed out a hot, angry breath of air at hitting the mental firewall.

Why didn't he access it? Was it because the General had a more mature, steely mentality? Or perhaps it was just a matter of exhaustion… though he had faith in this simple ability’s success. It would be attempted again at another time. He'd be able to do it then, he confidently thought.

Warding off his miserable mood, Ha'zi switched back into his loyal soldier persona, nodding to the man's every word. He then said, “I agree that it is getting late, but I have one more inquiry if you don't mind: Have there been any successful attempts to extract those affected by the Screaming Giantization attacks here, and, if so, what are their conditions?”
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Cardiloc raced towards the guards, ignoring the odd, encompassed shape, figuring it was just a remnant of the damage done earlier. As he ran, he shouted, panting, “Guards, guards! The Protos are escaping!”
 
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