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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Mirecyla stares at them weirdly patting her body as she did so whispering out loud “What the fuck did I just so? 14 and I already gave fucking birth?” She shook her said and looked at her minions, no, her children... “Follow me.” She said before walking down to the guards, letting out a low chuckle and mixing her fear with it to amplify the sound
 
"What the fuck?" she heard one of the guards, a tall, burly fellow, say.
"Are those..." and then, the sound of swords drawing.
"FUCKING ORCS?" shrieked a third one, presumably the blond closest to her.
The Orcs followed obediently, looking around in wonder at the world they had just come into. They had an innocent appearance, like excited dogs being taken out for a walk.
 
”Orcs? Well yes but actually no. You see they’re my children and I’ll do everything in my power to protect them. Now do me a favor and bow to me, your new Queen.” Mirecyla said raising her arms wide and doing the model walk. One foot in front of the other, at the same time however she went to transform her fingernails into claws alongside her toenails.
 
Dimitri closed his eyes, and remembered what was promised to him, long ago in the dream world. He would be His Heir. The heir to the Lord of the Holy Halls! And this would secure his position! Quiet as a mouse, Dimitri tried to sneak over to whereever the sun was and turned himself into something heat-proof to grab the sun.
 
The burly fellow stepped up and fixed his sword in front of him, close to Mirecyla's neck. "Surrender, woman!" His companions flanked him, the blond one wielding a spear, the other one, another sword; but the former's face was white with fear, and droplets of sweat bejeweled his forehead. The Orcs stood behind her, meanwhile, awaiting further instructions.
 
”I said bow!” She roared letting her fear out for a moment to instill them with their greatest horrors, meanwhile she mentally commands the orcs to start to size up and get ready for dinner. She was told to go do something, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun first...
 
Though the burly guard stood his ground, it was truly a spectacle to see his slow implosion as tendrils of fear began to embrace him. His face turned deadly pale; his eyes watered and started streaming tears; his lower lip began to quiver as the sword he had trained on her also started trembling; and then, as if something had snapped, he started hacking wildly with his weapon, screaming and crying and thrashing around.

The blond one froze in place, shaken, unable to respond; while the third simply turned tail and ran away as quickly as he could, dropping his equipment on the way. Mirecyla's Orcs laughed and drooled even more profusely at the thought of food, stamping their feet and gnashing their teeth. Her claws finished forming, dark, long talons apt for tearing and rending.
 
”Capture the runner” she mentally told her orc children stopping the fear assault as her claws finished forming. Rushing forward she would go to duck under the hacking man and sink her claws deep into his throat. Going to rip them out if successful and then do a tornado kick towards the frozen man, going to try and rake his eyes
 
The Orcs gleefully loped after the running man, snarling, genitalia bouncing behind them. As to Mirecyla, the big man managed to slash at her upper arm, but was incapacitated once she brutally ripped his throat out, his body twitching horribly as blood pooled on the floor. She slipped on it as she turned towards the blond guard, so her claws raked his chest instead of his eyes; at this, he reacted, poking his spear forward with a yelp before also slipping and falling onto his back. As this happened, an agonizing yell came from outside, where the Orcs appeared to have caught up with the third man.
 
”Throw him in one of the chairs and don’t let him get out” she commanded snarling at the cut on her arm and the spearman. She’d swiftly look to see what he had been seeing before going to scamper
back up to square off against him.
 
Thoruk would sit down, grunting at Beren. As he was starring him down he would look at the river behind them. "That's it!" he would think, stopping the flow of the water, pushing it back, amassing a giant amount of water. "A floodwave could help me, even if I can't withstand it." Thoruk had a clear plan in his mind, not to kill someone, but to get his ass out of here. This guy was able to reverse Thoruk's powers, the only thing he had going for him. Yet the ginger seemed to hold back, so Thoruk would use this to his advantage, preparing a giant avalanche of water, ready to fire at the two of them, even if his giant could not withstand them.
 
Only two of her Orcs returned, dragging an unconscious man whose arms had been seemingly ripped off. If she were to look for the other ones, she would have seen the other four lying on the ground, steaming as the husks of the giants did once they were shifter-less; it appeared it was too strenuous on her powers to keep six independent beings alive while also using her fear abilities and claws.

She saw the same image of the spearman's friend being mauled by a horde of Orcs, but now, there were other people getting slain by them, including a pretty woman, two children, and an older woman that had his eyes. Perhaps his family?

When she came back to the real world, she saw that his spear was heading straight for her stomach.
 
She grunted at the realization, this was getting out of hand and needed to end soon. Upon entering the real world once more with the realization and the spearhead coming for her stomach she smirked. Throwing her hands forward to grab the spear handle before it could pierce her stomach. “Bow and you shall live fool.” She told the man
 
Amazingly, she lost no fingers with her little stunt, though the spear did plunge about an inch into her abdomen. The man struggled with her to try and wrench it from her grasp, but his eyes seemed not to perceive her, lost in some vision of terror. Meanwhile, her two Orcs watched from the sidelines, playing with the dying man occasionally.
 
She snarled and backed her way out of the blade. If she succeeded she would go to pull the spear towards her and go to bite out the mans throat. Her teeth already starting to transform into savage canines and jaws. However she sadly did kill off the two remaining orcs, severing he mental connection between them to compensate for the teeth
 
The Orcs collapsed like rag dolls as shark-like teeth sprouted from Mirecyla's mouth. It was over in a few seconds, the spearman lying in a puddle of his and his companion's blood, choking.

There really was a lot of blood, and someone was bound to notice if she didn't leave soon.
 
Mirecyla would spit out the chuck of flesh and blood in her mouth “Nasty.” She thought to herself, letting the claws and teeth evaporate before stretching, ignoring the soft gurgling sounds of the spearman choking on his blood. But alas she needed to go and she had the perfect way to get out. Picking up the sword Mirecyla walked over to the man who the orcs took care of and took off his helmet if he had one on, going to then jab the sword through his mouth and out the back of his head. Once done she would begin to take off and attach his armor onto her.
 
The armor was too big for her, and bloodied by the fact that her Orcs had torn the man's arms off, but, if she managed to clean it a little, she just might manage to pass by unnoticed.
 
She further went to clean it by wiping the blood with his undershirt, doing her best it get it as clean as possible to the point it’s not noticeable. Once done she would pick up the spear and go to pick pocket the three men until she found a set of keys. No doubt the door was locked
 
She found a set of keys on the one that had nicked her shoulder, but would find that the door was unlocked when she went to open it. Outside was a courtyard of sorts, with gables instead of trees, and a guard was dozing against a column to her left. There was a gate with large chains holding it shut, but a smaller postern door was a few yards to the right. A large dog was asleep in front theit. From the light, she saw that it was either early morning or dusk, though the mood seemed one of matinal drowsiness.
 
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