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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Well, its not like I'm gonna achieve any of my goals by doing nothing" He said to himself as he would go to the door he heard the sounds coming from, this time, learning from his past mistakes, he would put his ear on the door and listen before deciding about whether or not he should open the door.
 
At the gorgeous sight of all seven clans united Thoruk would look at their engineers in awe. This was the best thing he had seen in months. His own blood, prepared like this. "What could possibly stop them?" Is what he'd think. Yet it was his sure prideness of his own folk that spoke there. They won't fight against mere Orcs, but against their creators. "This is what I call craftsmanship my king. He won't expect this for sure. My brothers have worked realy hard as it seems. Outrageous work my king." he'd say turning towards him. "If there is anything I can help my brothers with, let me know it. I'll stay till sunrise my king, then I have to go and fulfill my duty. For our folk."

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Mumbled when she should've hurried. Cried when she could've helped and now she's frozen. From the moment the giant picked her up, till this point in time. She felt a bit guilty that she couldn't help them although they helped her. She felt useless for once. "Why can't I just stand and fight like a real fighter? Why do I even have a dagger if I can't use it?" she'd think, frozen in place, self-criticism harassing her mind.
 
When everything froze, Furdin was in the midst of bringing ERIKA (BUM BUM BUM) down on his hideous foe. It seemed that Eru Illuvatar himself had different plans, however. In a disappointed voice, he thought, "What a way to ruin a good hunt."
 
Those two damned rangers, why were they so persistent, and so powerful? She couldn't;'t do shit to fight back! However after a moment Even would stand up, she'd stare wide eyed at him, was he sure about this? He had just spent a good deal healing... She couldn't allow this to happen, and yet, was she given a choice? She should pushed harder for Even to transform. If only he had, then all of this would of been avoided... They could of just flown over the walls and out of here. Damn it all, damn it all to hell! Mirecyla was about to do as Even said when suddenly a voice

BE SILENT.

Everything suddenly froze upon that command. There had been another shifter besides that dimwitted Haradrim boy, how had Miriel even begun to fancy such a dumbass? It didn't matter She found that she couldn't, and neither could anyone else, or so she thought. She heard muttering from somewhere inside the crowd, if that was just an affect from the mental whatever the fuck, or perhaps someone was just immune to it? She couldn't tell, however there was one thing she damned knew. She would not allow herself to get pushed around by the fool of a took. She'd send whatever magic she had left to convey her message through the link that affected her

"LEAVE US ALONE!"
 
"All right, fine, I'll go in and see where it leads," is what Daugo would have said, had he not suddenly been hit by an inescapable command to be silent. He didn't know where it came from, nor why it was so overwhelming; he just knew that it had not come from himself. His inner voice instinctively reacted with a punctual 'fuck you!', and he looked at Galador to try and explain with gestures that something had made him shut up.
 
"And what makes you so certain she'll aid us?" Iver heard the Iron Hunter's gruff voice through the door.

"Because she's always had a certain predisposition towards me," The Trickster's chimed in reply.

"Her heart yearns for her husband, even if she does not want to admit it." Another more feminine voice intoned.

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"Well, some of our members wished to witness the great Giant of Erebor," King Thorin told Thoruk, "And members of our crafts guild wished to understand and study its powers. If it is possible for as much of this to be done before you leave..." He asked.

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"I see, now. I must ask. What are you doing in my house?" Lady Eldrith asked with a condescending tone.

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Mirecyla's command fell short of a mere grunt as her voice refused to sound. She couldn't breathe and slowly black dots appeared in her eyesight.

Furdin, Mateus, Shin, Keratos, Rambo, Ostopher, Kurio, Even, Endo, Tamara, Galador, Daugo, and many others in the vicinity of Sigeric all found themselves short of breath. None of them could move. Even Daugo's hands failed to obey him. Some of them began to shake like Keratos who fought against the control but this further exhausted him.

Berethor continued to shove through the frozen crowd on his route towards the fallen Executioner. Both his nasal openings were bleeding profusely and he could barely speak aside from a few whispered grunts.

What was this power that had taken hold of them?

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"If this is all they ask for I'll give them a opportunity to see it and study it. Yet, If I transform and get out of the giant body it will disappear after a certain amount of time as you might know from the last time my king. So they would have to tell me what exactly they want so I can help them. Whenever they're ready just tell me my king. We need a bit space as you might know, so tell me where and when and consider it done." he'd say to Thorin. "And about my powers in this form" he'd say, trying to light a little flame in his hand "I don't know if they can study those, but we can try to." he'd add, extinguishing the flame again.
 
Galador had a small smile at finding this rather lackluster, though helpful discovery. Moving aside, he motioned to beckon Daugo forward, but he stopped, along with stopped doing everything, staring blankly forward at the hobbit while his hands were frozen in an odd jazz hands-looking manner.
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Ha'zi wasn't affected whatsoever, as his mind was already as blank as a canvas, except this was a canvas that been forever neglected and unused. He continued to unuse it.
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Shin fell over and crashed onto the ground, hitting his head quite painfully.
 
"Well, I don't want to get caught and it seems that they are not that busy" Iver mumbled to himself as he stood up and knocked the door.
 
The voices went silent and a moment later the door opened on its own. Iver saw the Trickster, the Iron Hunter and the woman introduced to him as Lady Este standing around a small roundtable which displayed a map of some landmass that he could not recognize.

"Welcome, Iver. I hope you slept well." Orome said to him.

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"Woah," Thorin III Stonehelm glanced at the small flame as it extinguished, "I shall have them informed at once. Come. Allow me to take you to your residence. When the time comes you will be notified." He led Thoruk away from the training field and back down the staircase into the heart of the Lonely Mountain.

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"Well, would you care to explain where you've been for a year?" Lady Eldrith inquisitioned Cardiloc.

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Tamara felt her breath catch in her mouth. She couldn't breathe.

Neither could Shin. He stared helplessly at his crossbow which lay in a mess on the ground. He could see the man who had touched him stride past towards the giant. That bastard dared to damage his crossbow...

Every other person in the vicinity began to suffer from the lack of oxygen. Soon the first, the youngest, would experience respiratory impairment.

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"Aye, thank you for everything my king." he'd say. "Not many dwarves would understand my position, nor have trust in what I say." he'd add as they had down into his beautiful home again. The lonely mountain.

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She would try and gasp for some air as hard as possible while thinking... While thinking nothing as it seems. She had nothing to think about or more like nobody to think about. She had been all by herself for her life, would it also end with her beeing alone?
 
"Ya, thanks a lot for that bed Orome, this is legitimately the greatest night i had in over two years" Iver said with a wide smile on his face, ready to kick some ass and talk some shit with Orome and the other two strangers.
 
“Travelling my lady, and training. I cannot tell you where, for I have not revealed it my closest or even Ela here.” Cardiloc explained.
 
Mirecyla waited for a moment, then a moment more. Nothing happened. She looked across the wave of people and saw that they were all in a similar position as her, she began to really start to panic when she could feel the air escape her lungs and black spots appeared in her vision. What could she do? What could she do! She couldn't move, she couldn't breath, she couldn't do anything. She had wore her energy and magic out. Help was absent, death was near, and her spirit nearly destroyed. Wait.... That was it. Her spirit... She'd never truly tried this. The closest being the thousand years sleep, her dreaming, and that vision. However she'd try.

Letting go of all outside influences Mirecyla would begin to draw herself into her body, attempting to distance herself from the rest of the world. Everything she knew, hated, loved, etc. She'd let go of those material objects. All that was true was her and what she was became true. She pictured a extreme sleep, a overal stop of time where it was her and her alone. A , a hardening of it also similar to the crystallization of Miriel. A meditation of sorts that transpired Mirecyla into her inner self. If she succeeded she knew it'd probuably only delay the inevitable, but there was perhaps a chance, she could I break the hold.
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Mateus had one moment been pushing through the crowd when next he was frozen. A man somehow able to break through this hold was able to move through the crowd, pushing mateus to the ground and causing him to fall onto a little boy. He knew if he didn't move the boy would get crushed, Mateus then attempting to roll over
 
The voices had gone silent. The chaos within Sigeric had been purged. His mind felt completely serene, for what seemed like the first time ever. He looked around at his surroundings. Time had stopped. Or were only the people frozen? He moved his arm, and was surprised to learn that he was unaffected. He had done this. Sigeric realized that he had ascended one step further up the path to fully mastering his power. He reached out and moved the leg of the woman who was stepping on him, setting her foot down on the ground and standing up. He began to make his way through the crowd, his footsteps echoing through the street that had become as silent as a tomb. This power, this control - It was intoxicating. He saw the enemy Giant, locked in combat with several Gondorians. Ha'zi lay on the ground nearby. Could these people see him? He wondered whether their senses were frozen as well as their minds. Upon closer inspection, Sigeric noticed that something was off. Their faces were all beginning to become discolored. And the only breath that he heard was his own. He remembered the command that he had given them. They were incapable of doing anything that could create sound. Sigeric quickly focused his power once again, seeking the same state of mind in which he had delivered his first command. He projected another.

YOU MAY BREATHE.

His eyes shifted towards the crowd. He had heard something. There seemed to be another figure moving through it. Who was it, and why were they immune to Sigeric's hold upon them?
 
Furdin took a deep breathe, finding his ability to do so returning without warning. As soon as he was better, he lifted his weapon once more and continued his attack.
 
That fucker! Shin struggled and pushed against these mystical bonds holding him back, pressing to move so he could make mince meat of the jackass. What he started to realize when he fought back, however, was that not only was he unable to move, but also breath. Wide eyed, the ranger clawed desperately and futiley at nothing, fear for his life to be at an end all too soon.

Shin remembered his love for activity, raucous and constant. This... this complete absence of sound went entirely opposite of his idiosyncrasy, magnifying the overwhelming terror of the situation, along with the stillness of everyone else around. He was truly, utterly scared; a feeling he hadn't had since his mangy childhood. And with the settling of dots popping up in his vision, Shin knew his time was coming to a close.

A weak, anticlimactic finish for him, to be sure. He expected a great feat in battle, a just climax; not slow, helpless suffocation. He didn't deserve this. Not him. Not Mateus, nor anyone else from his squad. They were to be legends, not cannon fodder! Shin started to cry, thinking of this, his comrades, his crossbow... except he couldn't even attempt it, couldn't even be allowed to have this small relief, because of the blasted spell. It felt foul, to not even be able to mourn his own life. So, Shin, the outcast of Lossarnach, the simpleton, the outcast, the sadist and masochist, the insignificant crossbowman of squadron ten accepted his fate, like a true Stoic.
 
"This is it, Burgins," he had thought as the last of his air ran out and his lungs began to ache. He had assumed that his regenerative abilities would sustain him for a stretch, but had begun to entertain the idea that he might just suffocate right then and there. It had come almost as a relief.

Luck was not about to end his life just then, and the new message allowed him to breathe again. He wanted to cough, to scream, but he could one wheeze with gladdened lungs. His eyes looked at Galador's.
 
The skin around Mirecyla's giant form began to turn a sheen torquise. Her mind fell into that darkness as her body was encased by a layer of crystal just as Sigeric's order surged through them. Yet it could not reach her. She was forsaken forever.

All those in Sigeric's vicinity collectivity gasped for breath. However, Furdin could not move his body and niether could any of them except...

Sigeric had to blink twice as he sighted the Armoured Shifter moving slowly through the crowd and towards the Executioner. He noticed the subtle differences, specifically the beard from the boy he had seen in Dale. This was no boy.

"Mirecy-no-" He heard him say something along those lines through gritted teeth. It was only then that Sigeric saw the hardened crystal shell that surrounded the Executioner Shifter.
 
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