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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

“Berethor...?” He uttered before rancid fear took hold of the dunlending; Cardiloc pissed his breeches, he saw... saw him. “Y-y-ou.” He stuttered at the sight of Beren, Beren who had killed Ha’zi, Beren who had deafeated even Aranel herself. Beren, who he... who he would eventually die to if he did not correct his pasts. But more than that, in Beren he saw all his failuires; his greed and lust for the Silmaril and his hesitancy to reveal it to his friends which made him truly unworthy of the gem, his failure to reveal it which had caused the chaos at Ithilien, his failure to stop Miriel from transforming, his failure to stop Aranel from leaving with Laurel, his failure to stop his friend Radaa from dying. His failure to stop his mother from being kidnapped, his failure to save Marco and all that bullshit with the wing, his failure to stop Mirecy from escaping. but most importantly what he did that caused him to face the slavers nets in the first place.

It was his fault, wasn’t it? If he hadn’t been so bloody curious and hadn’t gone to look upon that strange craft he would’ve avoided being captured. He could’ve lived a long happy life at home, in the adorn, a haven from the troubles of the world. He might’ve raised his own family and his own homestead. But he didn’t, he’d been a stupid, naive, brash boy. He’d shamed his father when he surrendered so meekly instead of going out like a true son of Wuld. But the truth was, he was scared; scared and weak. He wanted to see his family again, he didn’t want to die, but his father; he would’ve been ashamed.

Tears fell from the Dunlendings cheeks, and his knees collapsed as he fell to the ground. He looked up at Beren, his face strucken with tears. “Y-you M-Monster, y-y-you k-killed Ha’zi...” He wept, utterly defeated; a weak, cowardly failure.

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“With you, sir.” Rambo sighed, looking back at Sigeric and Ha’zi apologetically. He charged after Glorfindel with Ostopher.
 
Furdin tried to shake himself out of this chaos. This was just some trick, the foul magic of Morgoth's servants at work.

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Dimitri took another long moment to think about his next answer. Was it...? No, no, he was a smith. Or him? His prophecies seemed powerful. Wait, of course! It was... "Eru Illuvatar! He-he made you-you all, and is-is strongest-mightiest of all-all things! He is King-Lord!" Dimitri exclaimed, his grin becoming so wide it could spilt his face.
 
FUCKERS! YOU'LL DIE FOR THIS!

Mirecyla would roar as the explosion rocked her sideways and onto of the building, what the hell was that? It certainly was a odd weapons and one she didn't like at all. Grabbing two fist fur of debris she'd chuck them at the people who she saw it come from. Deciding now wasn't a time to hold her fear back she let loose the dome of fear once more, not bothering to let it go back. But with it she added a twist, the dome itself would be composed of mainly despair, sadness, and a little bit of fear. But within the dome she seeks to create life, life out of fear. Spiders, demons, monsters, and more. Golems, bats, and nightmares. Horsemen riding hellish steeds and people without heads. She wanted life, and with her fear, she'd make Fear Constructs out of them....
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Mateus stared in awe at field of fear, it was fascinating in a scary way. Why hadn't the reports told them the truth? How would they be able to fight an enemy that command determined to underwhelm or write in an underwhelming way. Grabbing the bolts and rope he'd start to tie them together, cutting it so that the rope could connect to three bolts and be connected together.
 
Daugo took a moment to evaluate his choices, of which there seemed to be two, currently. He could go after Ostopher and try to make him see reason, to persuade him to let Glorfindel go and thus save his own skin from certain death. He supposed that, unless he were to attempt the use of force in this persuasive endeavor, success was looking bleak. On the other hand, he could allow Ostopher to go ahead without doing anything about it. The man would die, and an irksome member of the Gondorian military command would be gone with him, getting rid of the one that most strongly opposed his views in the meeting with the general. On the off chance that the Gondorian was able to neutralize Glorfindel, he would do what he could for the elf, whom he held in high regard despite his overly heroic antics, but he would not be negatively affected by his capture.

All other things being equal, option two seemed the most sensible. "What exactly did the elf do to gain such hatred?" he asked to no one in particular, though Ha'zi and Galador would likely be closest.
 
“Daugo… I don't truly know,” Galador said, following after the upset Gondorian. “His brash ways of action? His instability after Mordor? It's murky at the moment, really, but it's what’s wanted done of us.”
 
Iver's heart skipped a bit. She, she wanted... Him.
Not many people wanted Iver around: glorifindel tried to kill him and the gondorians suggested doing the same. His sister, his own kin, either suicided or escaped Laketown with her family. Sigeric, his brother hated him so much that he refused to even consider their relation. Hazi, the fucking kid, hated him because he wouldn't join his idiotic crusade.
Those who did want him around didn't want him around, they wanted his power: from girls who wanted his wealth back in Dale, the king of Gondor who only spared his life because of his experience with the flying giant, the protos who wanted him as hostage or thoruk who simply wanted a ride to erebor.
And now, now she wants him as well. But she is not like the others, who came and demanded things from Iver. They wanted him to sacrifice his freedom, his time, his wealth. They wanted him to hurt and kill, yet they offered nothing in return.
She, the Aranel looking being, she offered him redemption, salvation, peace inside his head. All she wanted in return was him, not his wealth, not his power just him
"If that is what you desire, you can have me"
 
Daugo pursed his lips. "So, we're going out of our way to capture one of the most dangerous beings on this earth because he's a little off his rocker? Shit, it would be insane if he wasn't!" he started walking in the general direction of the squad, but slowly, without any intention to be in the foray.
 
Those bastards... While everyone else was getting affected by who knew what kind of indescribable horrors down there, these fuckbois were celebrating? What the hell?! He wouldn't stand by and let this happen to his mates, his comrades. Bullocks to the protocol! Seething, Shin worked the crossbow to fire in a triangular range, all at vital spots in the upper body of that brute.
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"Yeah, well, this is what happens when 'one of the most dangerous beings on this earth' decides to do something dangerous, I suppose. Nothing we can do about it except restrain the guy and hope for the best."
 
Mateus looked over from his work to see what Shin was doing, why was he adjusting the crossbow sights? Looking at where his gaze was he saw the murderous gleam in his eyes, something he had seen many a times. "Shin no! We cannot risk such an action!"
 
"Finally" he'd say to himself, walking towards the entrance, straightly aiming to go towards the king. There was no time for conversations with anyone else at this point. "Good old mountain" he'd mutter, enjoying the view only for a few seconds as he steps into the lonely mountain.

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What ever was happening, it was too much to handle for Tamara. A giant. Hordes of guards like she'd never seen before. Guards flying around, stuck at a place like they were glued to the ground. A horrible sight, nothing more and nothing less. She would stand there, fearing for her life. Cowering in a corner, praying that this giant-thing would not come after her. A sight she'd never ever forget anymore...
 
"Eh, I think he could still be reasoned with. But if there's nothing that can be done... well, to put it in better terms, he should be made out of commission, if you get my speaking. He's been alive for a long, long time, and not all of that has been pleasant, I reckon. Maybe it's time for some rest for the elf."
 
"It's long past his time, if you ask me, but that just means he's incredibly good at staying alive. He fought in the First Age, he fought in the Second Age, and he fought in the Third Age; d'you think he can't easily handle a few sons of a kingdom of mortals?"
 
"Oh, and why can't we? Furdin, Keratos, and, hell, even Cochran are being... I don't even want to guess what. We've gotta help 'em, and this is the best way how at the moment, Mateus."
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"I don't doubt he could- and you should watch your tongue with a question like that, Daugo. We're in a group with Gondorians, in Gondor, if you hadn't noticed. Also, it could just be that fighting for three whole Ages has finally caught up to him mentally."
 
"All we know is that her ability is fear, get to close and your trapped inside of it. All that will happen to them is that they'll get screwed up a bit. We can't let personal feelings get in the way of the fact that they will be fine. We survived worse right?" Mateus would say trying to convince Shin.
 
"Why would I get anywhere close to it? You seem to be blind to the fact that I have a long range crossbow in my hands. And, sure, we've survived worse, I'll give you that. But I'm not gonna let them be terrorized, or worse, while I can do something about it."
 
Shin's crossbow went off just as Mirecyla threw a barrage of rocks at Kurio and Arthor. Arthor threw his fire-spear and it blew the rocks apart as they came soaring at them. A few pieces cutting him as he shielded his senior officer, pushing him into an alleyway. A large rock pinned Arthor's leg and he fell to the ground.
"Arthor, young chap!" Kurio harkened. "I suppose, I'll have to make up for that." The older man mumbled as he stood up and reached for the last fire-spear. "This bitch'll pay."

Mirecyla heard a whizzing as she unleashed her full fear across her surroundings. An arrow clipped the side of her neck and another two hit her shoulders. She saw an archer and a pikeman far up the street outside of her scope of terror. Meanwhile, other men lay frozen or crying in the streets.

Suddenly, Furdin found himself actually fighting the troll. It picked him up once again and began to crush him, he felt the pressure around his sides.

Keratos, on the other hand, was on his knees grasping at the air. "Forgive me, Euphemia. I couldn't protect you from them..." He whimpered.

Mateus saw Shin's arrow hit the girl's neck. He was going to kill her at this rate.

Meanwhile, in the alleyway of the collapsed house, Tamara saw something through the rising dust. A hand reached out to her. "Ple-please," She heard the one calling himself Evenis. As the dust slowly cleared she saw his body buried beneath the rubble. His entire lower half, as well as his right shoulder, were trapped. Blood seeped through the debris. "Please, I need you to do something fo-for me..." He reached his left hand out to Tamara.

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Ostopher and Rambo charged down the street leaving behind Sigeric, Ha'zi, Galador, Ramdir and Daugo. The five stooges.

Rambo saw a majority of their ranger units converging on the elf. He was dodging arrows left and right, leaping over buildings and causing general panic. He even managed to knock one of the rangers that got close enough down and steal his horse. The elf then proceeded to race towards the third level gate where a vast garrison stood ready to stop him, the gate sealing and people rushing in panic away from the streets. How on earth was he able to cause them this much trouble whilst injured from the previous day? And to top of their humiliation was the fact he was no armed.

If the Karoltai and co, wanted to catch up to Glorfindel they'd need to hurry.

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"Yes. And now I'll kill you." Cardiloc heard Beren say. The man's arm transmuted into a shade that resembled an elongated blade.

"Waaaaaaggghhhh!!!" Ela screamed backing up into a corner.

Berethor's entire body shook but he managed to take a step forward through the aura of fear.

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Thunder in the skies above Dimitri.

"Who is Eru's chosen king?!" Manwe bellowed at Dimitri, the winds whipping at their clothes.

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"Oh, but Iver," Aranel twirled her neck to the side, "I can't be here for long. I'm too weak."

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After more walking, Thoruk found the throne room to the King and passed the guards. Fortunately, the King was sat upon his golden chair and was hearing the pleas of common dwarves.

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"Huagh-" Marco gasped as his head was violently yanked out of the bucket of water.

"Wen're ya gooona yous dat poowah of 'urs?" Raddis allowed Marco to take a breath then slammed his head back into the bucket. The usual struggle came along with many muffled, drowned out screams whilst he stared at the shorter man.

"When it becomes necessarily."

"An' wen'll dat be?" Marco's body surged more and more.

Lasser shrugged. "You gonna pull him out?" He asked. Raddis did so.

"Haaahh-uhhgghhh-" Marco drooled. His right eye wasn't even fuctional and his head titled sideways into Raddis' grasp.

"Look at me." Lasser commanded him. Marco remained static. Raddis jerked his head towards Lasser. The shorter man bowed to head height with Marco and their eye aligned. Lasser's right pupil darkened.

"What did they do to Mirecyla and Endo?"

Marco's mouth moved, almolst of its own accord as water sloshed around in it. "I doown't nooow. Who's marcyellus and ender?"

"Bah, moore watah shald jog 'is memoory!" Raddis shoved his head back into the bucket. Marco barely struggled.

"At this rate, he's going to drown. This isn't working. Not even my power can extract the information needed. It appears he wasn't lying to us the first time when you snipped off his fingers and toes. Pity. Watching you feed them to him was gruesome but I thought he deserved it for withholding information. Sad, really that he was just as in the blind as us. He doesn't even seem to recall Joplin or stealing his powers. Now, please cease the wanton torture. You can do that later. I think we've done enough for today." Lasser said in his monotone voice. Raddis kept Marco's head beneath the surface of the water.

"Raddis-"

"Joost havin' me fooon. Kiddin' a'reeeght!" Raddis cackled and pulled Marco's head out of the water. He let go of it and it fell forward, lifelessly. Lasser paused. He placed a finger on Marco's neck and waited. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't push it next time. You're lucky he ain't dead."

"I knooow whaaat I'm doion." Raddis huffed.

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Damn that archer! Damn them all, she didn't have time for this bullshit. Mirecyla would think, grabbing two different fistfuls of rocks and throwing them in two different locations. One at the pike an and archer, the other back at the ones who threw the spear. She knew how tricky these bitches could be. After throwing the rocks mashed attempt to stand and grab ahold of both Tamara and Even, putting them on her head and sprinting away.
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"I'm not saying to get close to it I'm saying don't be a dumbass and cause her to try and kill them or worse! Put down the crossbow and help me tie this shit so we can work on tying her legs together. Now Shin."
 
Cardiloc was in deep despair, he barely even registered the man's words, but he saw. His arm morphed into a sword, the Dunlending gulped. Then he saw his sister, terrified, why was he not protecting her. He looked over at Berethor, the man was unaffected; why wasn't he? Getting his courage up, the Dunlending clenched his fists and seethed as he looked over at Beren. "You shouldn't have killed your father, my best friend, you son of a bitch."He roared, willing time to slow as he charged at the man.
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"Sir, I counsel patience, try and reason with him. We're only wasting resources trying to bring him down." Rambo suggested to Ostopher.
 
Shin smirked at his work, glad to see the Giant was upset. "By the looks of how that bitch is faring, I don't think that's.... necessary." His haughty mood died on that word as he saw a volley of hulking projectiles was sent his and Mateus's way, rapidly approaching. "Shit... INCOMING!" The ranger dived, intending to drop his pike-holding partner and himself to the ground.
 
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