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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

As the world seemed to enclose around Mirecyla she would go to close her eyes, not willing them to close or forcing them to, but allowing them to. She had been told to be silent, and yet, what were commands save for something conjured by the physical world? Merely a objective, no, a choice. So Mirecyla, would grab ahold of that tethered order that wound itself around her spirit and went to push her hand through it like bread through butter. This was not real nor true. The only thing being true was her, her herself, and nothing more. The laws of the present realm and any other flowing through and out of her. Gravity a disregard, people an illusion, and commands a decision. One you can follow or choose to not follow.

Regardless if her eyes closed or not Mirecylas mind would go blank, the only words flowing through her being and essence was "I am Mirecyla. I am Mirecyla. I am Mirecyla..." She'd repeat that phrase over and over, until it was a burning truth that shown itself across and through every cell of her body. No one could say otherwise. Soon a mental map would appear, the world dark, save for a white path portrayed in a grey outline, like a continent surrounded by an ocean. Across the path would be several glowing circles, her lowest and first was a glowing fiery red, and the highest and last being violet. What puzzled her however was that the red one was glowing also golden, while the others were dimmed down. The next color was an orange, situated slightly higher along the path, she'd go to begin to step down to the path when she heard a sniffle.

Looking up she would see two people, both easily recognizable for they were her. One was a little girl, the cryer. Dressed in ripped, dirty, and ragged clothing, her hair wild and cheeks colored with dirt. She could practically imagine what she smelled like. On the other hand however the other girl stood with hands behind her back looking extremely stoic. Black hair tied in a bun while her clothes were light and loose, perfect for hand to hand combat and agility. The girl shaped before her power and the one after, the one fit for power and the other for help. They stood in the dark surrounded by black, Mirecyla cocked her head to the side and smiled, extending her hands and allowing for them to clasp hands with her. Pulling them into herself she'd begin walking to that orange light saying "Come sisters, we have a quest to achieve.
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Mateus would start to feel himself slipping away as he found he couldn't breathe still. Whatever unnatural giant, or god had stopped him. However when in his most dire moment a command would release him and allow him to breathe once more. Taking in deep breaths he'd go to try and lift himself off the boy
 
He stood there thinking who this person could possibly be, but hes mind was not clear ,and no familiar face from before came to his mind. He tried to get closer and see who he was. He cared not if the man would catch him staring at him and observing both of them.
"Is this an elf?" He thought to himself.
"Impossible, it seems my thoughts are becoming more and more foolish by the day."
He would get even closer but still kept a far enough distance from them. He stood there and began to read his letter again trying to find perhaps any mistakes or things he would want to add.
 
So this was the end of him, Radmir was about to get killed, chocked to death by one of those freaks of nature and their fucked up powers and there was nothing he could do, not even cry.
But just as he was about to fade away, he heard a voice in his head, allowing him to breathe. This shit was too much, he joined the black rangers when the nazguls were gone alongside sauron. He was supposed to fight orcs, men and maybe a troll or two but not a fucking monster and those freaks who could do mambo Jambo shit. He didn't like it, Radmir didn't like it at all.
 
Shin took in abundant amounts of breath once the godlike order was issued, gasping and heaving delightfully. It was a miracle. He was alive! The wondrous occasion was soured, though, as the ranger swiftly realized that not only was he still frozen, but his crossbow was in shambles right before him. And the worst part was that he couldn't even divert his eyes from the carnage. He would strangle that bastard who broke it... when he was freed, of course. If he was freed...
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Galador locked his vision with Daugo's, fear showing lucidly. It increased instantly as the weird order rung throughout his head, then somewhat lessened as his breathing returned and his vision started to clear.
 
As he heard the sounds of breathing from around him, Sigeric too breathed a sigh of relief. This power was more dangerous than he knew. How was he going to explain this incident to the Gondorians? It was at this point that he noticed Berethor approach the Executioner. "You seem to have aged much in the past several days. Or does Berethor have an older brother whom I haven't met?" He examined his rival. "Tell me, how can you move within my field of influence?" There was no apparent malice in his voice. The storm of irrationality that had consumed him earlier had been purged with the activation of his new ability. Those emotions were not truly gone, yet he found himself able to control them better than ever before. Sigeric noticed that the Armoured Shifter seemed entirely focused on the Executioner giant. The Shifter was exposed, but trapped within a translucent crystal, much like the Guardian's. This one was different, however. He had seen its likeness before, in Mordor. He recalled how Grimnir had frozen himself inside of a crystal in his final moments. Were all Shifters able to do this? Sigeric examined the Executioner Shifter more closely. She wasn't moving, and he could not tell whether her ability to breathe had been restored. In any case, he doubted that she had enough energy to fight any longer. Sigeric released his mental hold on the Shifter, turning back to Berethor. "She isn't going anywhere. Now, I would appreciate some answers."
 
Telimekhtar scoffed and hit the table lightly. It still shook, of course.

"Our true enemy is still lurking out there! When is it that I may wrap my coils around his throat and bring upon the end that which the Astaldo should have bestowed upon him? Speak Aldaron!"

The Trickster cleared his throat. He had an eyebrow raised at Iver's comment but lowered it as he turned to face the troublesome Ainu. "When you learn patience. First I must find the truth and it is with Varda herself."

Iver noticed the other figure remaining silent between the two Ainu. She was another beauty but his heart belonged to another for him to ever fall for her. She appeared quite gentle and elegant, seemingly timid. Yet all women did when they wanted to.

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King Thorin nodded and after descending into the depths, he personally led Thoruk to the private chambers of the King himself where he was treated to a luxurious dwarven bath with some fine mead and even offered the most exotic of wines from the eastern lands of Dorwinion in the King's coffers. Thoruk ate and slept like a king. In all rights but blood, he was one. Thoruk could even become the King...if he wanted...

The idea seeped into his mind as he drifted through a deep slumber. Awakening at his own time. He had the chamber to himself until a dwarf came to fetch him. Apparently, the engineers had been roused.

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As Arandil approached, he found no issues with his letter aside from the callous handwriting. He wasn't much of a literate but his brother had taught him how to...

Farangar...

"So, he's accepted the challenge?" Arandil heard Miriel's voice.

"Yes. He has to save face otherwise the others won't respect him." The blonde fellow said. He couldn't see his face from this angle but only his tattered clothes and wild long fair hair.

"As expected of Tytus. He just won't accept that he's wrong." The redhead murmured.

"He knows he's wrong. He isn't blind to Even's death. And his failure at diplomacy was the cause of that." He was close enough to hear them at this point but he couldn't glance otherwise it'd look suspicious. Arandil had to keep watch of the note.

"And what of Taras? And the other one?"

"We left Taras behind in the chaos as a back-door. In case the diplomacy failed, which Tytus did not plan on but did plan for- then Taras would locate Mirecy and Endo. In any case, for all we know Taras is dead. Though, I doubt those bastards could handle that sneaky weasel." The man replied, "And as for the Leviathan," He paused and glanced off to the north-east, "Well. Raddis is taking care of him."

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"Hrump!" Lady Eldrith muttered. "Now then, put on some clothing like a real gentleman!" She touched his arm, "Oogh," She oogled it, "Soo..." Her nose twitched. "Rank!" She hit Cardiloc's arm with a firm slap, "Get this man to the latrines immediately!"

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"Mirecy..." Berethor coughed and took a step towards Sigeric. "You-Sigeric-uh-I can fight you-" Sigeric saw him raising a fist. "Release me-"

All the others were left to listen to the conversation that passed between the two as a collective sigh of relief passed over whilst all those affected by Sigeric began to gulp in air.

Something on the Executioner Giant's slowly decaying body cracked. A bone piece. And following this, someone frozen by the command fell, their body racing to meet the ground.

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Furdin collapses to the ground, gasping for breathe and regaining himself. What in the name of the Valar could have such power? He pushed himself up with his greatsword, and looked around for enemies to cleave.
 
"We break into Manwe's palace in Valmar. Simple, really." The Trickster rubbed his hands together.

"And rescue Dimitrius," Telimekhtar added.

"To bring aid to those which require it," the Lady smiled softly.

"You lot do that while I track down Vardy and give her a nice taste of the trickster's stick-ster."

Both Ainu stared at Orome in a mix of confusion and displeasure.

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Unfortunately, Furdin falling only resulted in further anger to the Gondorian as he still could not will his muscles to move him. It couldn't possibly be the weight of his armor weighing him down? His bodyweight was heavier!

No...it had to be...

He heard the voices and recognized one of them to belong to Gondor's Giants. He couldn't even will his vocal cords to speak yet they were. Was this their doing?

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Thoruk slept like a stone. The best sleep he had in decades. A life of a king. Hell of a live it could be. Yet he was no king, he was himself. Thoruk Ironbeard. It almost seemed like a bit too much hesitation as he had to stand up after this wonderfull sleep, yet he promissed to help them and they were his kin, so he should stand to his kin and not to his lazy ass, lying around in the best bed ever. "A minute lad" he'd mumble,getting dressed up and ready to follow the engineer. "A meal would be great after this... and then I have to go." he'd think, putting him back to reality, to all the problems he had yet to solve. His father, his 'god', his whole clan and even all of his kin. Their future would lay in his hands. Yet how would he shape their future? This was a question to be answered soon. Yet, after a good meal of course.
 
"Orome I get the first part, but maybe you should delay your plans of revenge to when people's life won't be at risk. We can't allow manwe to keep Dimitri, I mean maybe he would try and use him as a hostage for the rest of us to give up" iver said.
 
“Ma’am, I’m in a bit of a hurry, and while a change of clothes does sound nice; some dangerous prisoners have escaped the dungeons and my friends and I need to stop them.” Cardiloc explained quickly, he’d glance back at the door wondering what Endo had meant.
 
"Release you? So that you can fight me?" Sigeric gave a short, mirthless laugh. "I would consider it, if you were willing to negotiate with words rather than fists. You must have great resolve, to be able to push through my commands. It seems to be putting quite a strain on your body." Sigeric released his hold on Berethor only partially, allowing him to speak without effort, but not move. "The girl in this crystal - I believe you called her Mirecy? You can rest assured that I do not intend to kill her." Sigeric heard a sudden cracking noise come from the body of the Executioner. He saw the figure of Evenis, about to topple from its back. Given his inability to move, he wouldn't be able to absorb the impact. In the split second that he had, Sigeric gave an order to the Gondorians who were next to the giant, overriding their frozen movement.

CATCH HIM.
 
"I need answers." Orome cut Iver off.

"And anyway, my nephew will accompany you. I'm sure you'll have enough time to catch up," the Trickster smirked at Iver whilst Telimekhtar crossed his arms.

"I'll handle the rest." He turned to the Lady. "Thank you, my Lady. Your aid was well-received."

"You are most welcome." She bowed her head ever so slightly.

Iver caught an unspoken message pass between them. Orome's orange eyes gleamed in the torchlight. "I will make due on our promise."

She smiled sadly as he took her hand and lightly kissed it. "Do not falter, brother."

Iver felt a gust of wind before she disappeared leaving the three of them alone. Orome turned back. Something had changed with him. Unlike Iver, it appeared the Trickster was far less content.

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"There's food at the meeting, friend!" The dwarf told Thoruk as he led him through the tunnels of Erebor. They reached a grand door marked by a circle with a runic stone set between. After knocking, the door was opened and Thoruk was met by a host of elderly and youthful dwarves. A mixture of solemn stone-faced kin grunted as he entered.

"Our chosen warrior!" One of the younger ones exclaimed.
"The Ironbeard." An elder remarked.

They all seemed to be examining him. One even tweaked a pair of spectacles which zoomed in to focus on Thoruk.

A fat old one at the rear of the room slowly stood with much difficulty and proclaimed, "Welcome to the Guild of Mahal!"

A roar of pride erupted from the dwarves in the chamber as the door was slammed behind Thoruk.

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"No! No! You're not going anywhere! Dangerous this and that! I've heard it all-" She went off on a tangent as she grabbed Cardiloc's ear and proceeded to pinch it, pulling him away from the door Endo had vanished behind. Ela kept herself quiet as Cardiloc was manhandled by Lady Eldrith.

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"You-took-Mirecy-" Berethor barely got out before Sigeric's order passed. "Give-her-back-first."

Shin, Furdin, Keratos, Kurio, and Mateus heard the same voice and their bodies and minds were compelled to follow the action.

CATCH HIM.

Tamara felt nothing as she remained curled in a ball hidden beneath the Executioner Giant's armpit. She did hear something though. It was an earsplitting crack.

The body of one of the prisoners fell from the Executioner Giant's shoulder. Yet...it was already too late.

Rambo and Ostopher could only breathe as they watched the scene unfold before them. They were too far to hear but they could definitely see it.

Daugo and Galador heard a faint explosion.

Ramdir pissed himself as he was frozen.

POOOF

Sigeric's eyes were blinded by a minor flash. When it ended he saw a crumpled, pathetic imitation of a lizard. It's head was cracked, half its jaw broke off on the marble stone of Minas Tirith whilst its tail dragged lifelessly behind its body. It had two tiny arms for appendages, no larger than those of a toddler and its tongue lathered a blueish liquid across the floor. It slowly slithered away from him, making its way around the Executioner's shoulder.

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With air flowing freely into his lungs once more, Daugo figured that he could at least try to speak. And so he did, essaying to part his lips and venture a whisper.
 
"Tis best I act normal and keep reading my letter, to try not catch their attention. Seems like ill need this information for the days to come." He thought to himself as he continued to read and acted as he was doing something else rather than listening to their conversation.
 
Iver looked at Orome in disbelief, he was gonna leave him with his edgy, psychopath nephew. "W-wait, where are you going?" He asked Orome.
 
Mateus as he tried to move to get off the boy suddenly felt another command rush through him. His limbs working without his control, he tried to get them to listen to him but realized it wouldn't work. Deciding to work with it he would go to rush the lizard, making a move to jump on its head
 
"I have to take care of some business with Varda. I'll be a distraction whilst you rescue your Forochelrim friend. Once that is done, we'll return him." The Trickster laid his hands on the table and pointed to a mark near large mountains titled 'Pelori' and a golden field that encased the spot.

"This is Valmar," He said before placing another map over it, "This is Manwe's palace. It will be crawling with his minions from eternal guards to his scions and knights and Vanyar and so on. But luckily," the Trickster gave had the audacity to smile, "You have me. I can get us through his defenses and into the core of his palace. You two will search the neverending dungeons of the Elder Douchebag whilst I find said Bagdouche's pencil-licker and give her a ring-around-the-rosies."

The Son of Tulkas stared blankly at Orome.

"If you catch my drift."

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"Has there been any progress with him?" Arandil overheard Miriel.

"None so far. He seems clueless. Perhaps Joplin really did get the better of that one. Either way, it won't matter when he's repurposed. I assume you've found a," The stranger coughed, "Suitable replacement."

Arandil noticed out of the corner of his eye, the stranger turned around and looked directly at him.

"Perhaps. But not yet. We still have Garath as a back-up option." Miriel spoke.

"Hmm," The stranger kept his eyes trained on Arandil. "Isn't that risky? Remember what happened to the others? Joplin is a prime example. We can't afford another mistake like that."

"In any case, we have to. They killed Joplin, Even, and so many others since this began in Mordor. They have two of our friends. This is war. And in war we have to abandon our humanity if we're to defeat these monsters."

"What's your name?"

Arandil heard the stranger shouting.

"Hey! You! I'm speaking to you!"

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A slight, "Plft." Came out of Daugo's mouth as his tongue and vocal chords refused to obey his own will. Why on Arda was Sigeric so dictatorial these days?

Mateus saw the damn thing slithering past him but he managed to lock his arms around its neck. A tiny arm clawed his hand leaving three scratch marks whilst the snake's body writhed slowly in his grasp. It was barely putting up a fight...

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"Don't you think we should know a little bit more about whats gonna happen once we get there? like how are we gonna pass the defenses and such?" Iver asked, knowing this is going to get messy.
 
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