"My stomach desires-wants meat-flesh of the deer-things and the meat-flesh of mortal thing-things. Plants-things and water are-are not good for me-me." Dimitri explained.
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"why do I dream of her, she is dead" he asked himself.
"Well, she might be alive" a small voice in his head reapplied.
"I saw what Miriel did to her, that was brutal" he thought.
"Well we didn't see her body, you have recovered from worse" the voice once again replied.
"Well Orome said she is dead" he thought.
"Since when do you trust his words, he refer to himself as 'the trickster', trickery is in his name" the voice replied a third time.
"Well why would he lie about that?" Iver thought, knowing that the voice did not have a good answer to this.
"Maybe so you will stop looking for her and join his mission? It seems that you are the only shifter who is foolish enough to trust him and he is using your stupidity for his own benefits. The trickster, is tricking you" the voice replied one last time.
"No, Orome wouldn't do such thing, he wouldn't lie about this, he wouldn't..."
Iver thought, but he didn't need the voice to reply. Orome just tied him to a psychopath who broke his spine and called him foolish, he tried to kill him 3 times in the past, talked Hazi and for 2 agrees tortured the people of Ea for his amusement. What was he capable of doing to force Iver to join him?
The nice dream of the women he loved turned into a snowball of doubts that kept growing
"Well, she might be alive" a small voice in his head reapplied.
"I saw what Miriel did to her, that was brutal" he thought.
"Well we didn't see her body, you have recovered from worse" the voice once again replied.
"Well Orome said she is dead" he thought.
"Since when do you trust his words, he refer to himself as 'the trickster', trickery is in his name" the voice replied a third time.
"Well why would he lie about that?" Iver thought, knowing that the voice did not have a good answer to this.
"Maybe so you will stop looking for her and join his mission? It seems that you are the only shifter who is foolish enough to trust him and he is using your stupidity for his own benefits. The trickster, is tricking you" the voice replied one last time.
"No, Orome wouldn't do such thing, he wouldn't lie about this, he wouldn't..."
Iver thought, but he didn't need the voice to reply. Orome just tied him to a psychopath who broke his spine and called him foolish, he tried to kill him 3 times in the past, talked Hazi and for 2 agrees tortured the people of Ea for his amusement. What was he capable of doing to force Iver to join him?
The nice dream of the women he loved turned into a snowball of doubts that kept growing
"Mirecy," Even watched her kill the men. "Do you really believe rampaging through the city is a good idea? They'll surround and dispatch us. We'd be lucky to be captured alive."
Endo began to murmur something as Mirecyla's grasp on him faded. "Mama-"
Tamara overheard the two arguing.
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Thoruk found no answer as the wind breezed by softly. It was relatively warm and that brought him some joy. At least it did not winter. Snow did not bode well with water and he needed the river if he were to reach Erebor as soon as possible. Especially since his major form of travel, Iver, had up and vanished.
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As Iver fell down the rabbit hole, so to speak, he found himself reminiscing about himself. Who was he? Some Dalish noble's bastard? The adoptive son of a dead merchant? A giant? A servant of Morgoth? A slave to the Valar? To Eru? Who was apparently deceased...
Where was the happiness in this world? All he wanted to do was design and build his own cart and rule a trade empire out of his home city. Yet all this crap had come down upon him. Why did it have to be him?
Sigeric rejected him. Sigeric, his brother...
Ha'zi hated him. His friend...
Thoruk was the only true friend he had. Arandil was more of a third wheel. And Marco...what ever happened to Marco...
Who would miss him? Who would remember him? Was he just another pawn in this cosmic game?
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"If you truly desire it. Then you may have it, my child. I am ever giving." And Dimitri found his stomach satiated suddenly. The taste of ale lingered on his tongue and his breath smelt of beef. Yet, he did not feel...fulfilled. Complete. He felt a knot in his heart. Yet, he did not know why?
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"Uhhh, what?" The man took ahold of Cardiloc but attempted to restrain the Dunlending rather than follow along with his deranged fantasies.
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Marco's eyes slowly opened. He saw a patch of forest stretch out behind him for miles in each direction. His head swelled in pain and his temples were slack with sweat. He could feel the movements of his captor as they hauled him along. He adjusted his neck and looked down.
His feet had been freshly cut from the ankles down. He could see the strange smoke that the wound gave off rise and dissipate in the air. He was unable to move his arms and couldn't see behind him but he could smell the bastard that was carrying him. He was rank. Or perhaps that was himself. He couldn't tell. How long had it been? Weeks? A month? It didn't matter. Half the time he was asleep due to the pain. Why did they keep cutting him? And why did his feet keep regrowing? Who were they? He heard them speak? One was called bear and the other tie? Who would give their children such stupid names?
He stifled a cry. He could still feel the loss of his toes, he wiggled the nerve ending around but saw no movement from the missing feet. He tried to say something but all that came from his mouth was a muffled cry through the piece of cloth that they stuffed him with. His stomach ached. His throat was parched. They had not fed him for days...
Why were they doing this to him? Where were they taking him? What happened since Mordor? His last memory was seeing Sigeric battling Grimnir.
"Ha'zi," He tried to mutter to himself. "Bad trip, bro. Bad trip..."
"He's awake again?" Tytus asked as they kept walking.
"Yeah, have his feet regrown?" Berethor asked as he shrugged, the man's weight was heavy on his back. They were forced to tie him up and haul him around like a back pack.
"No. Not yet." Tytus glanced at the Leviathan inheritor's legs.
"Good. We're nearly there. I don't want to cut them off again." Berethor muttered.
Tytus sighed as they continued to walk towards the village in the distance. How would they explain this mess to Miriel? And more importantly, what would this lead to...
Deep down...Tytus knew exactly what would happen. He sighed again.
Endo began to murmur something as Mirecyla's grasp on him faded. "Mama-"
Tamara overheard the two arguing.
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Thoruk found no answer as the wind breezed by softly. It was relatively warm and that brought him some joy. At least it did not winter. Snow did not bode well with water and he needed the river if he were to reach Erebor as soon as possible. Especially since his major form of travel, Iver, had up and vanished.
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As Iver fell down the rabbit hole, so to speak, he found himself reminiscing about himself. Who was he? Some Dalish noble's bastard? The adoptive son of a dead merchant? A giant? A servant of Morgoth? A slave to the Valar? To Eru? Who was apparently deceased...
Where was the happiness in this world? All he wanted to do was design and build his own cart and rule a trade empire out of his home city. Yet all this crap had come down upon him. Why did it have to be him?
Sigeric rejected him. Sigeric, his brother...
Ha'zi hated him. His friend...
Thoruk was the only true friend he had. Arandil was more of a third wheel. And Marco...what ever happened to Marco...
Who would miss him? Who would remember him? Was he just another pawn in this cosmic game?
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"If you truly desire it. Then you may have it, my child. I am ever giving." And Dimitri found his stomach satiated suddenly. The taste of ale lingered on his tongue and his breath smelt of beef. Yet, he did not feel...fulfilled. Complete. He felt a knot in his heart. Yet, he did not know why?
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"Uhhh, what?" The man took ahold of Cardiloc but attempted to restrain the Dunlending rather than follow along with his deranged fantasies.
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Marco's eyes slowly opened. He saw a patch of forest stretch out behind him for miles in each direction. His head swelled in pain and his temples were slack with sweat. He could feel the movements of his captor as they hauled him along. He adjusted his neck and looked down.
His feet had been freshly cut from the ankles down. He could see the strange smoke that the wound gave off rise and dissipate in the air. He was unable to move his arms and couldn't see behind him but he could smell the bastard that was carrying him. He was rank. Or perhaps that was himself. He couldn't tell. How long had it been? Weeks? A month? It didn't matter. Half the time he was asleep due to the pain. Why did they keep cutting him? And why did his feet keep regrowing? Who were they? He heard them speak? One was called bear and the other tie? Who would give their children such stupid names?
He stifled a cry. He could still feel the loss of his toes, he wiggled the nerve ending around but saw no movement from the missing feet. He tried to say something but all that came from his mouth was a muffled cry through the piece of cloth that they stuffed him with. His stomach ached. His throat was parched. They had not fed him for days...
Why were they doing this to him? Where were they taking him? What happened since Mordor? His last memory was seeing Sigeric battling Grimnir.
"Ha'zi," He tried to mutter to himself. "Bad trip, bro. Bad trip..."
"He's awake again?" Tytus asked as they kept walking.
"Yeah, have his feet regrown?" Berethor asked as he shrugged, the man's weight was heavy on his back. They were forced to tie him up and haul him around like a back pack.
"No. Not yet." Tytus glanced at the Leviathan inheritor's legs.
"Good. We're nearly there. I don't want to cut them off again." Berethor muttered.
Tytus sighed as they continued to walk towards the village in the distance. How would they explain this mess to Miriel? And more importantly, what would this lead to...
Deep down...Tytus knew exactly what would happen. He sighed again.
This’d have to do... Cardiloc pictured the street he had last seen before he was blindfolded, and teleported there.
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“Sergeant Rambo of the 4th Ranger Corps, sir. Now hurry, it’s probably best if I get you to Captain Vardamir.” He explained quickly, pointing towards the door.
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“Sergeant Rambo of the 4th Ranger Corps, sir. Now hurry, it’s probably best if I get you to Captain Vardamir.” He explained quickly, pointing towards the door.
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"They won't be able to muster in time. The gates are open for trade I'm guessing Andie can always climb up then slide down the walls. Plus as I said, they can't even get close to me in giant form." She'd argue back
"Ahgh!" The citadel guard hit the ground as he fell forward. Cardiloc appeared in the middle of the third level. A carriage was coming straight at him as he stood on the road and the horses did not stop. The guard had fallen directly in their path. He would be run over if Cardiloc did not save him.
"Card," A voice spoke. One he had not heard for a long, long time. "What are you doing? You just abducted a random man and now he's in danger? Stop being so reckless. You're panicking. Calm down. Teleport the guard away and relax. You need to find whoever is in charge. They will help you. And for Morgoth's sake, please, don't forget the Silmaril. You absolute dope." Ilian said with a slight giggle.
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Rambo noticed the door to exit the sleeping quarters was at the far end of the hallway. Through it he could reach the courtyard and from there make his way to the armoury or the higher officer quarters.
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"Mirecy, if we do that immediately that'll gain the attention of everyone in the entire city. Save that once we get close enough to the walls. If we spot us, then transform. It's unnecessary now and I have no clue what the layout of this city is, I assume its their capital, and from everything I observed yesterday...it's one hell of a climb if we're on the higher levels. If we're near the bottom, then sure. Transform and get us over that wall. Okay?" Even argued.
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"Card," A voice spoke. One he had not heard for a long, long time. "What are you doing? You just abducted a random man and now he's in danger? Stop being so reckless. You're panicking. Calm down. Teleport the guard away and relax. You need to find whoever is in charge. They will help you. And for Morgoth's sake, please, don't forget the Silmaril. You absolute dope." Ilian said with a slight giggle.
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Rambo noticed the door to exit the sleeping quarters was at the far end of the hallway. Through it he could reach the courtyard and from there make his way to the armoury or the higher officer quarters.
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"Mirecy, if we do that immediately that'll gain the attention of everyone in the entire city. Save that once we get close enough to the walls. If we spot us, then transform. It's unnecessary now and I have no clue what the layout of this city is, I assume its their capital, and from everything I observed yesterday...it's one hell of a climb if we're on the higher levels. If we're near the bottom, then sure. Transform and get us over that wall. Okay?" Even argued.
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Mirecyla grumbled a but before whirling on Tamara. "You! Where are we?"
"G-giant form? Her giant... p-powers?" Tamara would mutter, a bit scared if these people were lunatic or something like that. "W-what is this madness?" she'd ask, not sure what to realy do at this point. Run out and maybe get caught by guards or stay in a room with these... crazy people? She would definitely try the first possibilty. She would slowly back off towards the door, trying to open it as she heared the girl asking her. "M-me? We are in gondor, Minas Tirith, we-we're on one of the higher levels. S-so better watch out, the guards could be here in a matter of seconds if they saw the elf march out f-from here" she'd say.
Cardiloc slowed down time, and lunged towards the man, pushing him out of the way and himself to avoid the incoming carriage. He thought angrily. “So you didn’t show up to tell me I could teleport or control time? Or help me with that bullshit with Berethor and Tytus and the serpent? Or with Endo and that woman? Thanks a lot Illian.” He looked over at the citadel guard apologetically. “Sorry about that, do you uh, know what level the prisons are on, I was blindfolded before I was sent there.”
"It's not my duty to babysit a man-child. And anyways, I couldn't have helped you with those even if I wanted to. You're too thick-headed to listen to me and you're overwhelming boner for your friend's future daughter makes me wonder if I'm really the insane one here..." She went on and on whilst Cardiloc talked to the guard of the citadel.
"Th-the-what th-the-" The man stumbled as his head whizzed from the temporal jumping. "Wh-wher-what-wh-???" He stammered.
"Great, look what you did to him. Now he's almost as retarded as you." Ilian taunted Cardiloc.
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Even saw the panic from the girl and realized what was happening. He lowered himself to his knee before Tamara and asked softly, "Hey, it's okay. Listen, you're not going to be in trouble if you help us. We'll protect you, okay? Like the elf. He is our friend. We're strong like him. We can protect you, okay. But only if you help us. So, please, I'm beggin' you...please help us. We just want to get out..." Even shot Mirecyla a hard-glance to shut her up.
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"Th-the-what th-the-" The man stumbled as his head whizzed from the temporal jumping. "Wh-wher-what-wh-???" He stammered.
"Great, look what you did to him. Now he's almost as retarded as you." Ilian taunted Cardiloc.
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Even saw the panic from the girl and realized what was happening. He lowered himself to his knee before Tamara and asked softly, "Hey, it's okay. Listen, you're not going to be in trouble if you help us. We'll protect you, okay? Like the elf. He is our friend. We're strong like him. We can protect you, okay. But only if you help us. So, please, I'm beggin' you...please help us. We just want to get out..." Even shot Mirecyla a hard-glance to shut her up.
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"O-ok" she would mutter, looking at the others, a bit worried. "And w-why are you prisoners?" she'd ask them, before slowly opening the door.
Tamara saw the streets were busy as per the usual afternoon traffic, however, there were no major garrison platoons marching through. She did see two guards, though, they were merely strolling past with the bystanders and citizenry.
Even looked at Mirecyla with some understanding passing between them before answering Tamara's question. "We were taken captive because we did not want to serve in Gondor's wars. They want to use us as soldiers in their armies." He explained.
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Even looked at Mirecyla with some understanding passing between them before answering Tamara's question. "We were taken captive because we did not want to serve in Gondor's wars. They want to use us as soldiers in their armies." He explained.
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"So, you are n-not some madmans?" she'd ask Even. "I-I can get you out of the city, b-but you have to do me a favor." she'd say, looking at him.
"Name it."
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"Wolf lady we're both in the same boat together, like literally, so how about you be of some use and stop insulting me, and as for your claims of me being too thick headed, the fact the first time you speak to me in months you start criticising me doesn't help. I'm not exaclty in the best situation at the moment, could you please not make this even worse..."Cardiloc furiously thought to himself, then he replied to the citadel guard. "A street in minas tirith, the third level I think I kept count, where I was blindfolded before I was marched towards the prison, speaking of that, where are the prisons?" He questioned the man.
"I-I want to see it. I want to see the white tree. B-but the guards never let me look at it.." she'd say, her face slowly changing from fear to sadness. A small, single tear would paint her left eye more blue than ever, blue like a diamond, then slowly pouring down her face.
"There are prisons on nearly every level. You're going to have to be a bit more specific?" Then the man followed this with a, "How are...we here? I was at my post on at the citadel and then you brought me here. Who are you really?" He took a step back from the Dunlending.
Cardiloc looked, smelt and was everything that a barbarian could and would be. It was almost poetic that the men he was trying to help were turning against him. Then again, he was dealing with his own inner conflicts.
"Oh, grow up your brat. I helped save your worthless life on that island countless times. And I've been watching you so far. Now, stop complaining and crying, Card. Man the fuck up. Actually. What are you trying to achieve by asking him of the prisons? All you're doing is wasting time. Find the men that can locate where we were put. Find the rangers." Ilian provided him with actual advice.
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Even glanced at Mirecyla with a 'this girl is nuts' look but replied to Tamara with an innocent, "Of course. If you help us escape trouble, we'll help you see the tree." It was a lie of course. But a necessary one.
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Cardiloc looked, smelt and was everything that a barbarian could and would be. It was almost poetic that the men he was trying to help were turning against him. Then again, he was dealing with his own inner conflicts.
"Oh, grow up your brat. I helped save your worthless life on that island countless times. And I've been watching you so far. Now, stop complaining and crying, Card. Man the fuck up. Actually. What are you trying to achieve by asking him of the prisons? All you're doing is wasting time. Find the men that can locate where we were put. Find the rangers." Ilian provided him with actual advice.
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Even glanced at Mirecyla with a 'this girl is nuts' look but replied to Tamara with an innocent, "Of course. If you help us escape trouble, we'll help you see the tree." It was a lie of course. But a necessary one.
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"Cardiloc, from the North, one of the Karoltai, giant shifter. And I uh... teleported you, I guess. It means I moved you from one part of the world, to another. In this case from the citadel down here." He introduced himself quickly, and silently thanked Illian for the helpful advice. "The black-rangers took me," He remembered, before asking the citadel guard. "You know where their head-quarted?"
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Rambo woke up, and looked around... what the hell was that noise!? He stood up quickly, and headed to his door. After opening it quickly he looked around the hallway for the source of the noise.
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Rambo woke up, and looked around... what the hell was that noise!? He stood up quickly, and headed to his door. After opening it quickly he looked around the hallway for the source of the noise.
"Aye this dang lad Iver, have ta tell him wada facking idea that was when a see him next time." he'd mjmble around as he sits down, stopping the high pace for a bit. Just enjoying the warm weather on his, well, mixture or wood and other things that somehow floatet above the water. After a while of slow pace, enjoying the noises of the nature. Only wind, some birds and the streaming water were with him, a sight he would've enjoyed so much that he would stay, yet, not in these days. He would slowly get up and he would stand up again, stretching, then twisting his ankles in a weird way before using his powers again. The slow pace was over.
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"R-realy?!" she'd look at him and jump at him like a little girl in joy, giving him a hug, then suddenly realising what she was doing. She would then let go of him and back off two steps. "I-I'm s-sorry. I was- I am just to excited. I've wanted to see this tree for my whole live.." she'd say, getting a bit red on her cheeks. It was seemingly not what she wanted to do in the first place, but her joy just overcame everything else. "I-I can show you a way down that's free of any guards. I can show you the right way and then we can see the white tree together..." she'd stare at some point in the room, happy, almost daydreaming a bit.
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"R-realy?!" she'd look at him and jump at him like a little girl in joy, giving him a hug, then suddenly realising what she was doing. She would then let go of him and back off two steps. "I-I'm s-sorry. I was- I am just to excited. I've wanted to see this tree for my whole live.." she'd say, getting a bit red on her cheeks. It was seemingly not what she wanted to do in the first place, but her joy just overcame everything else. "I-I can show you a way down that's free of any guards. I can show you the right way and then we can see the white tree together..." she'd stare at some point in the room, happy, almost daydreaming a bit.