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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Fucking finally," he mumbled as he saw the Dalishman exit the room. He moved towards him, but made a motion that meant 'keep walking'. "So, Sigeric," he said, looking around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. "You going to give me the non-bullshit version of what you said in there?"
 
Mirecyla laughed and shook her head, did they really put her back underground in some dungeon?Even what happened with the Hybrid, Slayer, and Even?! These Gondorians for all their grander were very stupid, the Hybrid more so for transforming underground. Mirecyla sighed and said out loud “Oh what the hell.” And began to walk down the tunnel, jokingly she would wave her hands as if she was making the shadows surround her like a shield, thinking about the fear of darkness or suffocation as she did, although she didn’t expect anything to happen it she still wondered if it was possible...
 
The shadows tossed this way and that as Mirecyla waved her hands, mirroring her movements as they always had and always would. They got darker, and the air grew stuffier, as she continued walking, with the floor sloping gently downwards and flights of neat, square steps appearing at regular intervals. Light only filtered in through small shafts that cut through the ceiling every so often, its sickly beams revealing swirls of dust floating around. She passed by many cells, all empty save one, which contained the rotting corpse of a prisoner that had apparently hanged himself with his breeches; but it was a long time until the tunnel met another passage.

It was dark, and she would have missed it altogether had it not been for a flickering orange glow that emanated from it: torchlight, perhaps? Soft, shuffling sounds came from the direction of the light, as if someone was walking barefoot that way.
 
"Lets move lads. We cant waste time." He said as he began to run into the woods to escape.
"You six take him as far away from here. Try to head south-east towards Gondor or any other kingdom of men. You 4 just gotta stay with me as we try to escape." He said as he was running.
 
After the Trickster betrayed all that he stood for, Dimitri was careful of jumping to the conclusion of salvation. But this was the most hopeful thing he had seen since he had been kidnapped from the gardens of Valianor. The mightiest man to walk the earth was on that ship. Dimitri rose up and ran over to his comrade Teli in the chaos, seeking to bring him somewhere safer... and disposed of his shit on the way to him. After that, he nervously awaited to see who would exit the most famous boat in mankind's history.
 
Mirecyla would be disappointed to say he least that the shadows hadn’t been moved, all save for her own. While she walked down the dungeon examining the different cells and the hanging man whom didn’t bother her in the slightest, she felt a sense of familiarity. Perhaps she wasn’t truly in the Gondorian dungeons, and if she was then there was a angry and very powerful Maia down here with her... Continuing warily on she would stop upon hearing the footsteps, she looked around for a place to hide but saw none, so she crouched down share of glass at the ready, waiting for whoever was down here to appear.
 
"I-is someone there?" asked a raspy, high-pitched voice, quivering with apprehension. The light grew stronger and the footsteps slightly louder, until a young man came into view, hardly older than twenty. His clothes were ragged and dirty, full of holes and loose strings, and he carried the torch (and, as Mirecyla would notice from its metallic sheen, a blunt blade) without confidence, his hands shaking. Patches of hair clung to the top of his lip and his chin, and, though it was hard to tell for sure in the torchlight, he had a certain Easterling look. The light had made his night vision quite poor, so Mirecyla could easily surprise him.
 
Thoruk would hesitate but stay quiet. He would push one fist into the ground, trying to check how big the thing on the other side was or how many there were. Into the other hand he would summon electricity, keeping it in his finger tips, ready to let lose, if necessary to stun whatever was behind the cart. After checking on what could be on the other side he would slowly creep towards the corner of the cart, peeking around it.
 
Mirecyla lunges forward without a moments hesitation, the man reminded her of Endo but she knew he was nothing like him. As she jumped at he man she’s led with her left knee, which just so happened to be aiming for his groin. Her other knee would go for his gut while she wrapped her left arm around his neck and pointed her right hand which had the shard of glass at his Adam’s apple. She recalled doing this to Equas and some of the others when they had pissed her off or they were doing hand to hand combat, she smiled for a moment at that before putting back on the serious face. If she succeeded she would let loose a bunch of questions upon hitting the floor “Who are you! What are you doing down here! Where are we! Where’s Sauron! What have you done to Evenis and Endo! Are you with the Karolti! Speak!”
 
"Wh-wh-whwhat!?" the youth sputtered as she overpowered him within seconds. "I-I-I-I-I I don't... oh..." The smell of piss filled the room. "I-- m'name-- I'm Apahtul... y-yes... Apahtul... I don't know who a-any of those p-people are," he whimpered, starting to cry.
 
A flaming whip lashed Iver's neck as the Balrog whipped him as he neared their party. His skin sizzled with heat yet he barely felt it as power surged through him.

Dimitri found Telimekhtar injured badly and barely conscious. Iver had just abandoned him and rushed after the Balrogs like a mad man, per usual.

Meanwhile, the vessel maneuvered around and the sound of something charging up echoed through the stratosphere.

Va-vaaa-vaaaa-VROOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!

A radiant blast of thermogenic properties was fired like a bolt at the Balrogs of Morgoth who surrounded a glowing orb of light that resembled the Sun. All but the largest fled. Gothmog, Chief of the Balrogs was sent flying through the stratosphere and tumbled down into Arda like a flaming comet.

The other Balrogs panicked and fled running from Vingilote with cries of anguish. The Sun was left loosely hanging from the stratosphere, threatening to fall to Arda.

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Equas nodded in acknowledgment and the six with Marco broke off to the south. Suddenly Arandil heard Tytus scream. There was a sound like a giant transforming followed by more screams and shouts.

They were halfway there. Just a little further and they would be at the forest....

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The earth told Thoruk that something no larger than a man was awaiting him on the other side of the cart. When he peeked he saw something terrible. A six-foot tall fellow, thin as bones wearing some sort of stained red gown chewing on what appeared to be a meaty hairy dwarven leg. Nearby was Grimsby's head and Grimsbold's torso, torn apart to the point where nothing remained but bone. Not even a morsel of flesh remained. They had both been killed by...by this thing...

Whatever it was he couldn't make out its face. Its back was turned to Thoruk and the only defining feature aside from its gown was pale white skin and hair whiter than snow coated with bits of blood and gore.

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Oh yes he was very much indeed like Endo, but at least Endo had the balls to actually attempt to fight back at her, both mentally and physically. She quickly brought the glass shard up to his cheek and did a quick slice across it before bringing it down near his groin “You fucking rat! Who gave you permission to piss yourself? No one did! Now answer my question you fucking piss whore, where are we. What did they do with my friends. Who do you work for. And where is that cock sucker Sauron!” She yelled, pressing the shard slightly deeper
 
A blank mind... how was that possible? Only the dumbest of fools or those with special conditions could have such a thing... Why wouldn't he, a strategic, busy man have anything at all occurring in his thoughts?

Ha'zi wished he could have dwelt more on his subject, but, alas, things were getting quite awkward in the physical world, as only the Haradrim and Gondorian official were left in the meeting room. He nervously cleared his throat, then spoke at last to Belzagar. "General... I know this is likely not the best of times to ask of such a thing, but I wish to attend the diplomatic mission to their site. If Marco could be taken down with such ease as the Leviathan... then why not Daugo with the Behemoth? I find it necessary to make sure my hobbit friend is kept under watch by one of his own. Please, consider this." Ha'zi would say the last part with subdued effort, as he pushed himself to mimic Sigeric's mental persuasal techniques to influence the general. He latched on to their connection as mystified players in a grand scheme, pawns and pieces in place for an overarching resolution. He thought of their significance, their bond through being chosen to see and do what others could not. Lastly, he staunchly held on to the thought of seeing his children. If what he saw could be prevented... if he could reach them... Then it would all be worth the toiling.

Ha'zi could not stomach the thought of what his children's lives were like. Was Miriel actual mother material? How was living with a bunch of savages like? How would it affect them? Was the encampment in any way aligned with Morgoth after Mordor? How did his children feel about him? Their absent father..

And what of what would happen when the rangers come, bomb and blades in line? He doubted that it was as noble as advertised. More like an army coming to threaten... Would ruin come to them? Would any be spared? Would his children and Miriel...

He wouldn't let anything happen, he couldn't. He had to be there. Had to see. Had to be witness for if it was true. For if everything he was told or had suspected was right- that the Gondorians were really monsters, and that he should have went with that girl. That there really was a place with all the Protos. That his children were being hidden from him...

Belzagar's mind may not be able to be read, but Ha'zi would be damned if he didn't at least try to manipulate the man...
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"Aye aye, captain," he muttered disdainfully. "Come along, everyone." Shin would cheerfully say as he turned to his companions. "To the general we go!" He would move along, tugging on the body, and, subsequently, Galador.

Grunting, he'd follow the oddball ranger. "Is he always this delusional?" He'd mutter to the accompanying Arcturus as they followed after Shin.
 
His whimpers grew louder and he yelped when the shard cut his cheek. "W-w-w-w-w-w-e're in th-the dungeons of M-m-minas Tirith! I don't..." his chest heaved as he tried to calm himself. "I don't know who your friends are, and I d-don't work for nobody! I... I was a p-prisoner here!"
 
Thoruk couldn't believe his eyes, his kin.. nothing more of them left than a few pieces of bare flesh and bones. Rage came upon him, his clear mind beeing devoured by his hatred. He would encrease the power in his second fist to a maximum with electricity, so much that even he himself could feel the pain. He would step up, go around the corner and shout "YOU WILL LOSE YOUR LIFE!" with nothing more than hatred and anger in his head. Whoever or whatever that thing was, it wouldn't survive the next few seconds. He would launch all of his stored lightnings directly at it, preparing to bite onto his tongue if this wouldn't seal the deal.
 
”How’d you get out? Also do you know who I am?” She asked him going to relieve some pressure, but at the same time she unleashed her power, delving deep into his innermost thoughts to view what he feared the most. What would it be she wondered, darkness? Death? Fire? So many wonderful options!
 
This was his chance for glory, though it may cost him his life. Though it was huge, the sun looked like he could pick it up with ease. Dimitri began to turn himself to stone as he app-

'LEMME JUST PICK UP A BIGASS GLASS LANTERN TWO TIMES MY SIZE WHILE A BATTLE IS GOING ON' a voice mocked.
Go tend to Teli, and the far more important one, Mahal. Helping one of Middle-Earth's most powerful beings and a Son of Tulkas is far better than the Son. Now, move!

Dimitri saw reason, once again, and stop turning to stone. He ran back over to Teli and dragged him to a safe place, away from the Mariner's Vessel and the Balrogs. He would do the same for Aule.
 
"We-- th-there was a-a breakout," Apahtul said, his face turning pale. "There was a f-fight... I escaped." He went quiet for a heartbeat before continuing. "I don't know who you are, lady," he whined. As she delved into his fears, the amount of items became overwhelming; the man was a coward!
 
"Tell me more about the breakout, what caused it, why was it caused?" She asked, getting off of the man entirely and removing the glass shard, but keeping it near her waist. She would extend a hand to him allowing him to stand, but she concentrated on the deepest fears. The man may be a coward but there was always one or two fears that stuck out more than the rest...
 
"I didn't know ab-b-bout it until y-yesterday, but I think it w-was a long time in the making. M-maybe months, yea. I don't know who c-came up with the plan, only that," he gulped, "they started fighting real quick. Got real bloody. M-my friend Roneas got k-k-killed dead," he said, caressing his neck where the shard had been held against it. Apahtul took a few breaths before going on. "The guards are all about the upper levels. I snuck down here coz I heard it was abandoned... and that th-there's a way out this way, yea." He dropped the knife he'd been holding to take her hand, stuttering a "thank you" as he got up.

Mirecyla found nothing special, only the usual fear of death, mild claustrophobia, fear of heights, and fear of blood. The list dragged on and on after those.
 
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