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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Her heart swelled with malice, Apahtul's agonizing fear fresh in her mind, and her powers...

Failed. The guards were completely unfazed, the sergeant chuckling until she stabbed one of the two that had tried to grab ahold of her in the neck. Upon seeing this, the remaining six drew their swords and encircled her.
 
”Ah shit, this is bad” she thought to herself, her powers weren’t working which meant that this was Saurons doing, part of his play to get her to follow him. Or perhaps she was still affected from being inside the crystal, both very bad options but options that did give her some clarity. Rushing forward she crouched low and thrusted the shard of glass upwards for the groin of the second man, also reaching for the sword with her foot or hand knowing fully well the glass wouldn’t be able to protect her forever.
 
The shard plunged into the man's groin, shattering. He howled with pain, hacking at her with his sword but only managing to slash some skin off her forehead. Her hand brushed against the hilt of the other one's weapon, but it was a few milimeters too far. As she reached for it, rough, callous hands grabbed her arms and tackled her onto the floor with enough force to leave her gasping for air.
 
”Oof” she gasped as the man tackled her, trying to get some air as she sent her head rocking backwards while also struggling to get out of his grasp, attempting to use her power once more, this time not targeting them individually but as a group. However she bit, head butted, punched, kicked, etc all in order to get away from the man.
 
"Indeed. I can also influence them more subtly. Surely you noticed how quickly the Gondorians were swayed to my side. What I don't understand is how it relates to the Guardian. You can control fire, as the Behemoth can. Ha'zi can mimic us, much like the Warrior. Thoruk can command the elements. If anything, I would expect to be able to create weapons. I do wonder why I have this power, though I certainly shall not complain about it."
 
The ball of flames that was the Sun rolled over the stratosphere, clinking and crunching before coming to a halt nearby Dimitri who was watching over Aule and Telimekhtar as a battle raged between the flying vessel and the Dark Lord. The Forochelrim could not glimpse whoever steered the ship as it floated above him. Unfortunately, he instead received a close-up with Iver's new mutated form. Its spiked beak and horned skull greeted him. It truly looked unearthly. Something out of the stories his mother would tell him about the depths of Utumno. What had he done to become like this? Was this Morgoth's doing?

Those questions plagued Dimitri as Morgoth and Vingilote dueled through the heavens, both battling one another in turmoil. The vessel twisted, its golden oars rowing through the air, and dodged a telekinetic wave from Morgoth. It zoomed around but halted midway and faced Dimitri down. Suddenly he saw a single individual aboard it standing alongside the prow. He bore a massive shield with a single gleaming gemstone embedded at its center. In a turn of events not so dissimilar to the Trickster betraying them, Dimitri and Iver heard the familiar charging noise as the vessel aimed directly at them.

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BOOOOM.

The earth flung up beneath the tree and smashed through it, sending the creature flying into the sky. Thoruk felt the winds buffet it around and tighten crunching down on it. It was locked in place above him, unable to move, struggling as the pressure increased upon it.

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Ha'zi found the other two Karoltai walking across the great spur of Minas Tirith. They had passed the White Tree. Nearby Ostopher watched on with suspicious eyes.

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"Here we are," Arcturus opened the door to the chamber where Belzagar was. The General sat at his desk mulling over what appeared to be a signed document. A seal of two swans left as a mark upon it. He stood and turned the document over in anticipation as Squadron Five members filled the chamber and Shin carried in the bleeding unconscious Berethor.

"Is this the Hybrid Shifter?" The General's voice carried skepticism with it.

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"Well... I dunno, I can't pretend to comprehend the nuances of our powers. But yes. You should not complain. I assume you have already delved into the minds of most high-ranking Gondorians; anything I should be aware of?" said the Hobbit, seeing the Haradrim approach them.
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"Bitch has got some fight in her!" the man that had pointed her out to the sergeant said, pinning her to the ground and slamming her head against it to try and subdue her. The others sheathed their swords and went to help him, grabbing her extremities to immobilize her.
"Fucking right she does," wheezed the one she had stabbed in the groin. "Give her a good smack for me, will ya?"
The other acquiesced, punching her hard in the head.
"Some cock oughta get her nice and calm," growled another one, grinning with putrid teeth.

Again, her powers were conspicuously absent.
 
He kept after his fellow shifters, but stopped suddenly when he saw the squadron walk by, carrying some knocked out man wearing a shirt damp with red splotches. "What the... Hey, Galador, who is that?" Ha'zi asked, questioning one of the only people in that group he somewhat trusted.

The ranger in turn went to reply, but was cut off by Shin: "Screw off, brat. Important folk with important cargo coming through." Galador raised an eyebrow, muttered something to Arcturus, and continued on without a word, heading to where the Haradrim had just exited from.

The Warrior fumed at the ranger's jab, then sighed. Shin wasn't worth getting stressed over. He was only a lowly dick. Better to get to Daugo and Sigeric before he lost track of them. Thus, he returned to his pace.

When he caught sight of the two, he sent a message to each, "Don't act too surprised, I'm coming right behind. Just got out of the meeting. Let's chat." He glanced briefly at Ostopher, his mouth shaped to express clear disdain of the gauntlet-wearing man. There could only be one of those at a time, and his fate would be revealed in theaters soon. He pressed on towards the pair.
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"Screw off, brat. Important folk with important cargo coming through."

"Did he really just tell the Warrior to 'screw off'? Geez, I can't believe this prick..." The other ranger whispered aloud within earshot to the adjacent Arcturus.

"Hey, quit your hushed talks, scrub. We're at Belz's place."

Galador gawked at the informality, but put his thoughts aside as they went in.

"Greetings, general! I would salute you, but, as you can see, we've made quite the catch!" Shin announced with a whimsical smile. "He is the- no... heh, I wish. This bastard is the Armored. Take him away, gentleman!"
 
Mirecyla grunted as her face was pushed into the ground still attempting to get out of his grasp but stopped struggling once the others also pinned her down. When she got punched in the head tears started to pour down her cheeks and her vision was dizzy for a few moment. However she snapped out of it when the man mentioned putting putting his cock, well, somewhere. She remembered back in the dungeon how she transformed into a monster version of her giant form. She would go to do it again, starting off with the claws and spikes.
 
The men looked at her strangely. As she struggled to transform, an empty feeling creeped into her mind, similar to that when a close friend or family dies unexpectedly: a void, a hole in that place where her powers had been.
"The fuck is she doing?" said the sergeant.
"Dunno," said the one that had tackled her. He barked a laugh. "Looks like she's constipated or som'n."
This caused a few seconds' cackling from the others, save the newly-castrated one and the dead one.
"You're right!" said the sergeant, getting close to her. "Hey slut, you're gonna pop a vein or som'n. Maybe you're right, Ganter," he said to the one that had suggested sexual assault. "Turn her arse-upwards, boys!" They grabbed her firmly and flipped her, trying to avoid bites or kicks or aught else.
 
Mirecyla was shocked were... were her powers gone? She contemplated on the thought and started to cry, the men blurred by the tears as the one thing she relished most in life appeared to be gone. Was his another illusion? A trick from Sauron? Was this it? Was this how her the great Mirecyla fell? Bested by a few sluts in armor and ready to rape the first girl they see? No, she had to keep fighting, powers or no powers she would not allow herself to be taken advantage of. The moment they flipped her over she went to attempt a kick up, putting pressure to her upper back and propelling upwards while also sharply drawing her knees upwards to her chest.
 
The tunnel echoed with the word "FUCK-fuck-fuck" as the kick connected with the sergeant's stomach, sending him reeling. The others were taken by surprise, and for a moment she was free and in a better position to defend herself...

And then she received a forceful whack to the nape from the blunt side of a sword, and her world turned black for around forty seconds. When she came to, her arms were pinned to the ground again, and someone was pulling down her breeches. She heard laughter and lustful breathing behind her.
 
Mirecyla didn’t betray that she woke up, until she felt her breeches lowering. Channeling a shout deep within her she would let it loose, a random sentence of black speech that she had heard from the Balrogs. A language full of hate and malice that churned men’s hearts and sent warning signals to the brain. It was the speech of the orcs and of malice incarnate... At the same time she would go to twist her legs and send a punch for the nearest men’s throat.
 
Sigeric watched idly as that obnoxious cunt known as Shin walked passed with several other Gondorians, dragging what appeared to be a body. He resisted the urge to pick Shin up and toss him over the edge of Minas Tirith's stone spur. The last time he had seen the ranger, he had been chasing Berethor... Sigeric would be interested in speaking to him later, assuming that he was alive, and Shin hadn't added to his killing spree. He looked back to Daugo. "As you know, we only arrived in the city yesterday, and I have been drained of power for most of that time. Unfortunately, I have not been able to delve into all of their minds as of the current moment." After a pause as he received Ha'zi's message, he continued. "We could ask Ha'zi what he uncovered in Belzagar's mind. It seems he just finished speaking with the General." Sigeric waited for Ha'zi to approach them.
 
The up close look of Iver's mutated face further reinforced Dimitri's sense of disgust. Truly, Morgoth's corrupting touch couldn't escape even these veteran adventurers. Would he fall victim to this fate too? But this didn't matter at this moment. He needed to keep his allies safe. The ship of Earendil was a welcome sight, especially when it blasted the Valar in the face. And when he saw the gemstone upon that huge shield, he knew it was him. Was that... Earendil himself? The Mariner? One of the only humans, aside from Dimitri, to see Valianor and live? The slayer of Ancalagon? Dimitri's First Age "boner" appeared out of nowhere.

"OMEOMEOME (Oh my Eru) ITSEARENDILHESSOCOOLOMEOMEMAYBEHE'LLSAYHITOME ANDAUTOGRAPHMYWARHAMMEROMEOME" Dimitri thought to himself.

Giddy as a Dwarf with a pound of mithril, it took a few seconds for Dimitri to register that the beam of flaming death was firing at him! "Oh shit." Dimitri shouted, before rolling out of the way of the beam and to a safe position. "Iver, move!" he shouted.
 
ROOOAAAAAARRRRRR Thoruk would tighten the grip around it, looking at it slowly suffering till he would press the wind together and squeeze every last drop of its live energy out of its body.
 
"Eru damn them all." He said as he realized there was no way he could help them, and that the poor boy will have to face the bastards alone.He knew what would be the outcome, Equas would be defeated and tortured for betraying them. But after hearing the clone's words he did something he never had done in a midst of a fight, he ran and fled.

He had run once before but only because he wanted to escape the village, though that did not turn out well. But this was the very first time he dishonored himself and fled a battle. He left those who wanted to help him and saved him, to fend off countless foes at once. Only fury and anger remained inside the Gondorian, no more pity or sorrow. But he could do nothing against them, and so south he went.

And as he ran he said."By Eru's name, ill slaughter them, ill slaughter them all.. In this life or the next."
 
Oh no, Iver thought to himself. He doubted that he could stand the beam that just vaporized Orome, so with Dimitri jumping out of the way Iver had to act quickly. He would tempt to shove the sun, Aule and Teli out of the way of the ray and jump to the other side, assuming that the idiot on the ship was aiming at him and not at the others.
 
VROOOOOMMMM.

A ray of light beamed from the prow of Vingilote and hit the Flying Giant. Iver felt his scales melting as it blasted his hind burning through the armored vertebra.

Dimitri watched as the Mariner targetted Iver. His ship moved in tandem with the Flying Giant as it rushed away yet Dimitri could see no other individuals aboard. Were the legends true? Was this vessel blessed with the ancient magic of the Eldar?

Meanwhile, in the distance Morgoth mustered his strength, the Balrogs gathering around him in an effort to counter-attack whilst Earendil was occupied blasting Iver.

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Arandil reached the forest. It was dark this night and he could hear the sounds of terrible battle behind him. Something like a bear growling, giant roars, a few screams but Tytus' iconic shout was missing from the chorus.
What would he do now?

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CRUNCH.

The creature's body crumpled up in the sky above Thoruk with sickening sounds. Bloody fluid splattered the Elemental's hair as he squeezed it dry like a grapefruit.

"Interesting," Thoruk heard an unfamiliar voice. "I did not expect to run into you here but isn't this place full of surprises?" Eight meters to his left was a lean man dressed in baggy red stained overalls. Much like a shawl. Was he speaking to Thoruk? He seemed completely at ease, the sight of a giant and some creature being crushed by air pressure above it was not phasing him in any way. Who was this person? Another threat? Or a friend?

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Ostopher's eyes casually trailed after Ha'zi. The Haradrim did not need to read his mind to know that he was disapproving of them.

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"I see. Take him away. I want him sealed in the catacombs until the special bunker is built." Belzagar told one of the citadel guards that lined the chamber.

"What about the Hybrid? Have you located him yet?" The General asked Squad Five and Shin.

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"Head south, head south.." he kept telling himself. But as he was running and travelling in the night, he could not understand why the clone valued him more than Marco. The boy's cries and pain will seemingly continue he thought to himself. But deep down , he was distraught, Equas would endure more suffering than he could possibly handle at the hands of the big black buffoon and that diabolic whoreson. But everything was out of his control, he was too weak to do anything again, and this fueled him with anger and fury.

But one thing was stuck in his mind more than anything, one thought."Im going to kill them, I'm going to slaughter them, all of them. I shall not stop until I draw my last breath." Had he not dropped his sword and shield he could have possibly helped. But that was all in the past now he had to keep on going like Equas told him to. But something else puzzled him. Tytus.. Dina told him that if Tytus would win he would have to flee the village, but in the end he saved his life. But that thought brought him rage, as he remembered Dina siding against him and not helping him while he was captive.

Too much had gone down, but the Gondorian kept going in search of any village southward so that he can hide or rest.But until then he would continue on his run without looking back. He feared that the shifters would track him for quite a while, so he tried to head towards villages that were far from the shifters'. Though these events were not as grand or catastrophic as the expedition, Arandil was still shook to the core yet again, as he remained yet again.. powerless in the face of such foes and danger.
 
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