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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Daugo snorted at the stupid joke. "Indeed there is. What I'm saying though, is that we must have absolute trust in each other. I trust you, of course, and I hope that you trust me." It was not the whole truth, as Daugo did not entirely trust even himself, but it was true enough for his moral compass to allow.
 
He sucked in a breath. Shit. Was he being too obvious about his motives? Wanting to not seem too suspicious, like having an extended hesitation to the hobbit's words, he simply answered after a quick second or two, "I trust you fully, too, Daugo. We've got to rely on each other to get anywhere, you know?"

He turned away for a moment following his response, then spoke up again, derailing the topic of trust. "What... what do you think your life would have been like... if we hadn't been, well, stranded there, I mean. How do you think it would've went back then before we were tossed into this disarray? I have a good feeling of how mine would've went," he said with a sprinkle of irony. "How about yours?"
 
Daugo exhaled, taking the bait despite noticing the abrupt change of topic. "My life was in its absolute lowest point when this began. It's only barely improved since then. If none of this had happened, well... I'd be in jail for the murder of Bob Newleaf. I might have managed to get off with a fine, might have maintained a relationship with my kids and seen them grow up, but... Everything would've been so bland, so mundane... I hate to say it, but I'm strangely glad that things happened the way they happened. Not everything, obviously," his mind went to his latent grudge with Dimitri, "but most of it has turned out well."
 
Mirecyla nodded once more looking at the bunch of papers all over the floor, this whole establishment was a fucking mess. Plus the staff seemed to be having some incest problems if their speech is that bad, that or they are related to Raddis. However upon mention of the tunnels her head perked up, could it be possible that she was going to kill Shelob? Or is she already dead and I shall remake her? All these damn questions and no one to make fun of. Damnit.

Sighing Mirecyla would take out her sword and rest it with the point facing down, although she didn't look threatening at all her attitude providing that something else was at foot. "Seeing as I am going to the Witch Kings keep it appears as if I shall become Queen of the Nazgûl, when I return those who have confirmed to serve me alongside master shall survive. Old Ronny kneel before me so I may knight you."
 
"Right," he replied dryly. "Ronny! Show this young woman out!" he boomed. He looked at her. "My son will show you to your mule. Put that sword away, you'll only draw attention t'yourself."
 
Mirecyla snorted as she put he sword away leaving the room, as she did so she would look at him one last time before saying “You shall die in the fire, so shall your son and all you hold dear. Good day fat man.” She said before waking to get her things
 
Mirecyla heard Old Ronny chuckling as she was led outside by his son, a tall, bear-like middle-aged man with a thick torso and trunk-like arms. "Papa gets worst threats every day," he said in a deep, resonant voice. They exited through a side door and came out into a small, dirty yard in which stood a huffing mule, packed and saddled. Ronny Junior looked over the mule towards the crowd of Minas Tirith's first level, narrowing his eyes. "Many guards about. 'Nything you need to worry about?"
 
"I feel a bit like that, too: somewhat appreciative that I got yanked into this ordeal," Ha'zi said remorsefully, closing his eyes as he pictured the images of his life that Mandos had shown if he hadn't been the Warrior. "I met some fairly great people: Card, Marco, Eonwe, Thoruk," the last he mentioned with a hint of bitterness. "And, lest not forget, you," he said warmly, then went back to his moody self.

"I also encountered Miriel... which I'm still not entirely sure is a good thing or not. But, I'm trying to believe just a bit that it's the former..." "...since we're going to have a lot to talk about," he trailed the latter half off in his head.

"Don't worry about me when we get there, by the way. To be honest, I didn't want to come solely for a reunion with a traitor. I've got some plans of my own that I'd like to pursue after that Fear giant came up to me the other day."
 
"Those eagles, those darn fucking eagles" Iver thought to himself as he flew in the storm, "why wont those fuckers attack Morgoth and target him?". Iver took a deep breath, he will not let them defeat him, Shiva saved once again and this time he will prove himself worthy. Iver would let out a terrible scream, challenging the servants of Manwe to finish what the guy in the flying boat started.
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"Gwahir, you and and your kin shall take care of that foul beast. The rest of Maia, we are going to finally end Morgoth and his schemes once and for all" Vana said and teleported her soldiers to the ether.
 
Mirecyla shook her head no “Nothing that people like you can worry yourselves about, after all why do you think I stole this armor?” She told the man adjusting the sword on her belt and then hopping on top of the mule. “Tell your father I say thank you.” She said before leading the mule to go follow the leaving party
 
Daugo's left eyebrow rose a little. "Anything you wish to share with old Daugo here?"

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Ronny Jr. nodded slowly and slapped the mule's hindquarters before turning around to reenter the leathershop. The equine brayed loudly and started trudging its way forward. The military procession was long-gone by then, replaced by a less orderly and looser stream of people coming and going from Minas Tirith. Mirecyla saw that there was a large amount of soldiers at the main gate, stopping people haphazardly to check on large wagons and, more often, to see the faces of young women and short or slight men. They appeared to compare the people they registered to a piece of paper one of then carried; perhaps a sketch?
 
He only nodded. Suddenly, a message systemically blipped into the hobbit's thoughts: "As you're likely aware at this point, I can copy and mix the abilities of those I have an emotional connection with. If I go to the camp, I could try and interact with the Protos that I have a low empathetic link to, and attempt to build it up so that I could access their powers, allowing for a whole lot more abilities to use," he told, completely ad libbing his entire supposed motive on the spot.
 
Mirecyla continued to ride down the road ignoring the guards. Luckily she was already in guard uniform so they would hopefully leave her alone. But just to be safe she would use her fear to increase her size slightly, if that not working incorporating the bulk of her giant is what she would try to imitate instead.
 
The Hobbit nodded, somewhat disturbed. He did not like the idea of anyone possessing such incredible power, though it did assuage his other concerns about his attachment to Miriel. "An interesting plan," he said diplomatically.

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As she passed by the checkpoint, a guard eyed Mirecyla closely, squinting and comparing her to the sketch. He beckoned another one to give him his opinion, but the other shook his head. She was able to make out the words "...too big..." and "...girl not a fucking..." And then she was through, riding at an easy pace with the stream of people leaving the White City. She would eventually have to consult her map to see which way was quickest to the Morgul Vale, but for now, she could continue on the main road or find somewhere to eat in one of the townships that surrounded Minas Tirith.
 
Mirecyla after passing the checkpoint would let go of her powers to increase her size smirking at the guards. She could only guess why they would call her a whale but as she wasn’t she couldn’t care less. She reached into her pack and started to snack on some foods, she could ration then later for now however she would be fine.
 
CHAPTER 14: THE STORM

"Aran-" Dina kept quiet as he swept her off her feet. Something deep within her overpowered her ability to resist him and she yielded herself to the Gondorian. Their steamy affair was short-lived as Arandil heard voices approaching them.

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"Oh," Keratos mumbled, "Sorry I didn't hear you." He said to Tamara.
"It's because we're going off to fight for them. Or that's what they think at least," Furdin grumbled. "Stupid peasants."
Shin and Mateus were riding alongside defending their precious cargo. The girl was both an asset as well as a liability, more so than Gondor's giants. She was their trading token and they would not let down Belzagar, especially not after the previous events.

The rest of their contingent, around a hundred men strong, most of which came from the eleventh black ranger squadron continued their journey north along the Kingsroad. Many nights passed in which Tamara was taught basic movements with a knife by Keratos whenever they slowed down to camp. He showed her how to stab, to jab, to swing, to punch. Shin and the others noticed this but none dared to question their superior. Ha'zi had become very aware of the relationship between the large ranger and the serpent shifter's inheritor. He also become aware of their plan to trade her for Marco. Yet what would he do about it?

Many days past and this turned into weeks and before they knew it a month and a half had passed. They had traversed into the lands of Rohan and passed through them without a chance encounter from the local eorlings. As they were passing north across the vales of the Anduin, a storm took their party by surprise.

Rain spattered down upon Daugo and his pony whined in the muddy soil.

"What the fuck is happening?" Ostopher asked himself whilst staring up at the skies. He raised a hand to halt the train of horsemen behind him. They stopped in their tracks. Lightning erupted across the sky and Daugo noticed something quite worrying. A large shape illuminated just barely enough for him to recognize it. It was too large to be anything he knew and that in itself was worrying. The shadow disappeared as the lightning strike faded.

"We need to make it to the forest. All soldiers, double-time!" Ostopher yelled out to them. His order was carried down the line of men by others who repeated, "Double-time!" And with the horse, Ostopher rode up to the vale side and towards the east whilst the heavy torrential rainfall soaked them.

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"You're welcome. Before I could grab your friend, I felt his presence. This little worm-" Aranel's head darted to the right and Thoruk saw a shape jump from one of the nearby treetops. Blood-like appendages spread from Norio's back as it leaped towards her much like a jumping spider.

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"At once, my Lady!" Gwaihir cawed and the eagles mustered to him as they flew in a direct v-formation at the beast.

The Flying Giant was by far the largest one in the skies, approximately four to five times the size of one of those eagles. Yet there were too many of them...far too many.

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Dimitri saw the Vala was still unresponsive. What had the Trickster said? Use the Sun? How? Telimekhtar's body was still healing as well which made matters worse.

Suddenly, twenty-five individuals materialized before Dimitri's eyes. Fifty yards ahead of him facing Morgoth and his cabal were no doubt a number of Maia. Yet they were unlike any that he had seen before...

Vana and her Ainu alongside some of those that had kidnapped his parents. He recognized that bastard Mineltar amongst them. What were they here for? Him?

"My Lady, there is the foul enemy himself!" One of her faithful cried and pointed in the direction of Morgoth and his Balrogs. Her eyes saw past the wreckage that had occurred. She noticed the corpses of Eonwe, Tilion, and Arien as well as another, smaller babe. She understood the crime that had happened here. The other Ainu saw their fallen brothers and sisters. The diabolical Dark Lord had done this. He needed to die before others of their kind fell to his malevolence.

"Defend Orome. Let not a single blade touch my brother. I shall secure the Anor." Morgoth gave the order to his Balrogs as their opponents appeared. The Trickster's body was left guarded between the five remaining Balrogs. With Gothmog missing, Lungorthin answered. "Guard the body! Undolog and I shall flay our foes!" He commanded Durin's Bane and the remaining fire demons.

A ground-shattering roar thundered through the ether as the three-headed beast stood its ground before Vingilote. A beam of magnificent blue shot across the prow directly at the dragon's chest.

I have you now. Earendil thought.

The dragon's heads moved with such speed, swiveling around in order to dodge the Silmaril's ray. Then its chest puffed out as lines of purple, gold and blue gleamed through the skin and the three heads opened in tandem spewing forth different colored rays of flame. One so bright it burned blue, another sickly green and the third a bloody violet beam. These crashed with ferocity into Vingilote, burning around the vessel's magical shielding.

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"This thing is alive?!" Thoruk would think, immediately trying to launch it away, using a blast of wind. If this thing reached Aranel she couldn't hold the other ginger at bay anymore, this was clear to him."Let me handle him" Thoruk would say towards Aranel, hoping that his blast of wind would connect.

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"Fight?" she looked at the crowd, cheering and cheering, but her, fighting? The only times she used her dagger was to somehow grab something to eat or when trying to scare the local farmers, entering the city, to get something to eat, yet it often backfired at her since she got caught by guards quite often when she had it in hand. "But I am no fighter" she would mumble, mostly to herself as they rode on through the streets of Minas Tirith.

The following days were something new for Tamara. 'Stab, punch, jea, exactly like this' she heard from Keratos quite often in the few days after the start of their journey. At first she was quite scared to hurt somebody, but with time she slowly got used to it and spinned around like a beautiful butterfly, no, more like a wasp, stinging at dissapearing in the shadows once more.

On the next few weeks she had a lot of conversations with Keratos and even with some other guards, especially when they halted to eat and sleep. She had the softest bed she had ever slept in, or more like something different to the sewers, it was nothing special, but yet it was something she had never dreamed off. And the food? The food wasn't very good, no, it was amazing. "For me?" she always asked the soldiers as they gave her something to eat, she couldn't believe her own eyes for around a month before she finally got used to eating more than twice as much as she had back then in gondor. This realy was a present of god. First she saw the tree and show she travelled with this army that nothing could stop, she was sure of that.

The rain poured down upon her face as she travelled next to Keratos. "Why is it raining?" she would ask him, confused of where the sudden rain-shower had come.

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"Orders, my queen?" Artos would ask Vana, taking a defensive position as he saw the balrogs taking a move. If there was no answer to come he would not hesitate to protect her at the cost of his life and he would do so in charging on of these filthy beasts and if necessary even their so called 'DaRk LoRd'.
 
Iver knew he couldn't match all of them, so outsmarting them it was. "They are just dumb birds, really big and annoying dumb birds" He thought to himself.
"LEAVE US ALONE" he would screech and start flying away, slowly gaining speed and losing height.
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Vana listened to Morgoth's orders and a plan came up in her mind. "Mineltar, take Daedoran, Kodya, Artos, Arteriel and 10 more, kill the Balrogs and secure the body of the trickster, inform me when you are done" She would order the Maia. "The rest of you we shall distract the dark lord while they do so, stay alive and keep him busy" She would order the rest and turned towards Morgoth. "You shall pay for your crimes against this world monster" Vana would say and launch a seed bomb aiming for his face.
 
'What in the holiest of fucks is that..." Daugo whispered to himself, fruitlessly wiping rain off his face. "Come on, darling, let's get to cover," he told his pony, spurring her to go forward at whatever 'double-time' meant. That shape in the sky, if it had not, in fact, been imagined, would dwarf the Behemoth by a long, long shot; he hoped with all his heart that it would amount to nothing.

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Mirecyla rode for some days through the fields of northern Gondor, passing farmers with carts, traders, knights, foreigners, and eveything in between. She rested beneath those few patches of woodland she could find, or inside homesteads and barns where they appeared near the road. The map she had been given suggested that the quickest way to Morgul Vale was through Osgiliath, and so she had taken the most direct route to that ancient city. She managed to pay for a ferry across the Anduin without great difficulty, as the bridge had a large military presence; and before long, she found herself in the charming lands of Prince Faramir and the Lady Eowyn: Ithilien.

It was under the shadow of one of its aromatic firs that Aglarlom visited her again. She had fallen asleep on a comfortable bed of pine needles, and was napping pleasantly when she found her dreams overwhelmed by white.
"Hello, child," she heard the voice say.

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"AYE!!" yelled Undolog, fashioning a javelin out of fire and hatred. She took flight (rather clumsily, for a Balrog) and let out a thunderous, roaring laugh that echoed across the ether. "HAVE A TASTE OF ME, SPINELESS EARTH-LICKERS!" she boomed, chucking her weapon at the nearest Maia while another projectile formed in her right hand.
 
Though he did not want to stop, he had to and he did. The voices were possibly of any of the protos, either way he couldnt truly risk being caught. He realised that the letters would be of no use to him since he would be heading back to Gondor. "I have to leave, I hear voices approaching, and if were caught, both of us,we will be punished. Here take these back." He said giving the letters back. "I wont need them now that Im heading back home."

"I will return to the village, for Equas, for Marco, for Tytus, but most importantly for you." He said with a smile. "Keep safe lass, I'd suggest you hide now and grab your tunic." He would tell to her as he began to leave. "May Eru guide and protect you, he whispered."
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"The time has come" Arteriel thought to himself. "The time has come to send these foul beasts back to the abyss from whence they came!"He then said out loud.He unsheathed his rapier and prepared. "We shall not faulter lads, not today, not tommorow, not in this age. Today we shall be victorious."The time has come" Arteriel thought to himself. "The time has come to send these foul beasts back to the abyss from whence they came!"He then said out loud.He unsheathed his rapier and prepared. "We shall not faulter lads, not today, not tommorow, not in this age. Today we shall be victorious."
 
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