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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Thoruk would turn his head, grunting into the direction of this stranger. He didn't seem to interfere so Thoruk gave the beast, or rather what was left of it, a final look, before squeezing it to dust with all his force, then turning towards the stranger, slightly shifting his head as if he was to ask "Who the hell are you?"
 
Daugo nodded, gesturing with his head for Ha'zi to hurry up.
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"Fuck!" yelled hoarsely the one that received the throat punch.
"Hold her down, dammit!" said another from behind. Cold air brushed her thighs, and she felt sweaty hands grab her legs to stop her from kicking and pry them apart, their nails digging into her skin. "She'll calm down all right!" said the owner of the hands, and she felt his weight press down on her. "Not so fierce now, eh?" he whispered at her neck.
 
He nodded, nonchalantly dropping the shifter without a care, which, as a result, caused the unfortunate Galador to tumble as well as the weight of the heavy man was gone at the front.

While the other ranger recovered, grumbling about idiots and wanting to have nothing to do with certain individuals, Shin responded to Belzagar. "I have, actually. After I followed the brute to the household he had entered, I discovered that the Hybrid, Cardiloc, was in cahoots with him and two others that looked disturbingly similar to each other, the smaller one being that individual we captured with the Fear giant. When I barged in, the Hybrid attacked me, hitting me in the back of the head, and I fell on to the floorboards." A smirk grows on his face at this part of the story. "I feinted my defeat, to much success, as they freely told about their plans: That they were leaving Minas Tirith, that I was to be used for information, and if they did not return, then this guy here, Berethor, is to contact the Guardian. I also heard the names "Ela" (I assume to be his sister), "Endo," and "Mirecy," the last one being someone "Berethor" is really anxious to look for."
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"Sorry, I was just getting something finished up with Belzagar. I might be able to go on your mission, Daugo- Sorry, Sig."
 
"Oh shit" Iver thought to himself as the light beam hit him. "Well, at least i got the other idiots out of the way" he thought to himself as he went completely blind and closed his eyes, giving up as the memory of Orome getting vaporized went through his mind. If a Valar could not stand it, why should he be able to do so.

"I will rest in my grave" was something his grandfather Arvid used to say commonly as he grew older and refused to let his son do all the work. "Well, it seems like its my time to rest" he thought to himself as it began to get warmer and cozy, just like it was with Shiva. A boost of energy went through his body as the thoughts of her went through his mind. She cared about him, she loved him and she was counting on him. Iver let his love ones down way too many times. From his brother who he left to die defending Dale, through his father, his sister and even his idiotic half brother, the hobit and the little brat that he left to defend Gondor as he ran away from his responsibilities.
But not anymore, he has the power, he saved Teli and faced his fears, he had the power and he will attend the responsibilities.

Iver knew he had no time, the warmth turned into heat and he felt it burning his new form. Moving aside would be slow as his form wasnt one for running, but he couldnt fly because of that stupid sky floor...
Iver would lift his arms and tempt to smash the sky with all of his new form's might, knowing that he only got one chance at this.
 
”Not so in control are you down?” She whispered back and throwing her head into his face, following swiftly with an attempted roll savagely to the side of the man who she hopefully slammed her head into. Meanwhile she tapped into that empty feeling, who gave a damn about that empty feeling? She never had a family anyways, in fact she had killed them. Also who did she think she was? She didn’t give a damn about having friends, the only ones she did had were probably had. She she powered into that source and let it hopefully explode outwards.
 
The man howled as she slammed the back of her head into his nose, breaking it. "Fucking bitch!" he cried. It was no use, however; she simply hurt her wrists and back trying to roll away from the grasp of two grown men, not to mention the other that was on top of her. Her explosion came, in a way, but as a shriek that bounced off the walls and penetrated everyone's skulls. "Yeah, scream," she heard from behind. His stench was overpowering, his strength unyielding, and the clink of an opening belt and the feel of something fleshy brushing against her skin were sickening. Alone, powerless in every sense of the word, she was reliving some of her bitterest memories.

Suddenly, the stench was gone, as was the flickering torchlight. The weight of the men on top of her, the laughter and lustful sighs, everything was no more. There was nothing except for her, and white, a white void that streched to infinity around her. What's more, if she ventured to look, she would realize that she even lacked a body, and that she was a mere consciousness in a sea of pallor. It was a timeless, bodiless state. And then he spoke:
"Child."
 
Mirecyla looked around and raised her arm, she raised it and saw nothing, no wait, nearly nothing. It was as if she was composed of mist or condensed air. An object but nearly gone, the outline of herself but with all the details needed. She looked around and saw even more nothing but continued to look, she recognized she should be relieved or shocked or perhaps even grateful, but she realized that she had been later in a trap. Those people probably weren’t real, neither was his escape most likely... “Am I still unconscious.”
 
"Yes." A long pause. "And no. Sauron has overriden your mind, child. Nothing of what you just went through was real, though it must have felt absolutely so. I am giving you a respite from it, though I am afraid not even I can contend with Melkor's right hand for too long. Do you understand, child?"
 
Dimitri giggled ecstatically happiness after seeing the empty ship. To Iver, or pretty much anyone, he would be look insane. What man would laugh at something mere moments after it tried to kill them? But to Dimitri, it made sense. After all, he was the one that rode across an entire island to fetch his warhammer and followed the Son of Tulkas in a very dangerous land. He knows what he likes, and seeing that empty ship got his warhammer even harder.

GUYSGUYSHEYGUYSDIDYOUSEETHESHIPITWASEMPTYIALWAYSKNEWTHATITWASOMEOMEGUYSWHATIFEARENDILLETSMEDRIVEHISSHIPIMHISBIGGESTFANSOHEWILLOMEOME Dimitri continued to rant in his excitement-filled mind. For once, the voices were silent.

Dimitri snapped out of his delirium momentarily when he glanced over to see the enemy preparing for a counterattack. "Iver, head for Morgoth! Then dodge out of the way!" He shouted at the disgusting, hurt reptile-bird thing. What was it even now?
A bird?
A reptile?
Sigeric's whore mother?

Oh, and he kept playing babysitter for Mahal and Teli, tending to their wounds if he could and just keeping them out of harms way.
 
”I see. I don’t give a shit about your excuse but tell me who you are please.” She said the mysterious voice wondering where she was and how she didn’t realize it sooner. Sauron had looked into her fears and even told them to her. This was merely a test of her resolve she had been trying to affect them, no wonder she wasn’t able to tap into her power, it was all around her! “I do understand Mr White.”
 
"Good. I have been called Aglarlom by some," the voice said in a pensive tone, as if remembering something from a distant age. "I wish to help you, child. I am sympathetic to your... struggle against he who was once called Mairon, but am unable to do so in a very direct way at this moment. It is my intention to destroy him, eventually. Does this sound agreeable to you?"
 
”What do you go by now? But yeah I want him dead, for good. Maiar blade to the heart and all, but I need to be more powerful I need to unlock more of my fear powers and just practice... I already can affect him slightly, can you help me?”
 
Dimitri's cries went ignored by the new Flying Giant which raised its thick rock-like wings and brought them down on the stratosphere with such force that it cracked and pieces of the sky fell apart. The beam of ray had paused long enough on its back for Iver to do so yet it took only two seconds for it to penetrate through the thick hide, blasting outwards and leaving a gaping hole through the shell-like hind that led out through the center of its chest.

The Flying Giant convulsed and collapsed, the corpse unable to survive a direct blast from Vingilote. Its corpse hit the cracked stratosphere and Dimitri watched on in a mixture of surprise and horror as Iver, the fool who had survived everything since that damn bar in Bree, fell to his death. The reptilian carcass fell into the abyss taking whatever remained of the Dalishman with it.

Vingilote maneuvered towards Dimitri and a voice called down to Dimitri from behind the great shield, "Unhand the Brilliance of Anor!"

Much to Dimitri's dismay, not only was Earendil too concentrated on him but so was the Dark Lord and his cabal. A frontal assault of Balrogs rushed towards him with vehemence. They crossed beneath the shadow of the ship and flew with a speed that was supernatural for such large beings.

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Arandil managed to run for another ten minutes before requiring a break. His legs ached and his lungs were on the verge of collapse. He had not done such an intense sprint for quite some time and this was evident. He had become lackluster and weak even in physical prowess which further infuriated him.

But before he could even catch his breath, a branch broke and four meters to his left he noticed movement in a bush.

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"Funny," The man threw off his coat, "I swear you were shorter the last time we fought."

Thoruk saw the bastard smiling smugly and noticed a fringe of red hair coming off his head. Another fucking ginger. Thoruk had enough of them starting with Miriel and ending with Arathor-Aranel whoever the fuck. Enough was enough.

"Pity you hurt my Norio. Now I'll just have to kill you." Beren shrugged before the Elemental and allowed his head to tilt to the left slightly in a rather childish fashion.

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"Interesting," Belzagar appeared to be taking mental notes, "And what happened from there? Where did they go? To the upper levels or lower? What are the chances of capturing them before they find a way out of the city?"

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"It has been a long time since anyone has called me anything," the voice replied wistfully. For all the hurry it said it was in, it took a long time to continue. "Yes. I will help you. I have a plan. I cannot free you from Sauron's mirage, but I suspect he will speak to you not long after I return you. He shall demand that you become his faithful servant once again: you must seem to agree. I will help cloak your true intentions from him; he must believe that you are wholly his and his alone. I shall contact you when it is safe, give you further instructions. For now, you must feign loyalty. My plan can only work if he trusts you completely."
 
"Who in Durins name is Norio and who's that bugger?" Thoruk would think, grunting once before preparing a fireball in his hand, aiming for the sky, when charged enaugh he would shoot it straight up into the sky. If he learned one thing about these gingers; they always tend to be stronger than expected, so he wouldn't make this mistake this time and prepare for the worst, trying to get up a storm as fast as possible. "Let' hope he doesn't vanish like the other one" Thoruk would think, using his other hand, slowly moving it up and down, left and right, trying to create a little whirlwind, keeping it close by as a measurement of protection.
 
”I mean done, but how do I know I can trust you? Valar and Maiar aren’t exactly on good terms with me you’d see. If your able to read my mind and everything.”
 
The voice acquired an amused edge. "Then you shall be glad to know that I am neither."

The white was gradually replaced by dots of darkness, and, before she knew it, she was back in the tunnel with her legs spread and the stench all over her. The man was groping her again, but when he spoke again, his voice was one loathsomely familiar.

"Oh Mirecyla, Mirecyla... Do you wish this to stop?"
 
Mirecyla all to easily brought up tears, her voice cracking as she said “Yes, please. Please stop master.” She cried a sob escaping from the back of her throat. Although knowing that this was fake the panic of being taken advantage of again helped her deal with this.
 
Mairon growled from behind her. "Do not soon forget who is your master... 'Tis easy enough for me to do this whenever I feel you are out of line; and, as you could not tell what was real from what was not, you shall not be able to when I do it again." His voice deepened. "Swear fealty to me."
 
Mirecyla did exactly as Mr. White had said, moving into her hands and knees with tears still streaming down her face she said “I Mirecyla shall serve under you until the day comes I am set free.” She said hoping that was good enough and wondering what had been in store for her
 
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