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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Oi, get away from-" The other man warned but it was too late. Arandil reached his friend just as the creature slid down his throat, a voluminous shlooping noise was made as it did so. The soldier collapsed against Arandil's shoulder as if asleep.

"Who are you?!" The other man raising his sword at Arandil with a hint of terror accompanying his voice. "What did you do to Gregar?! Answer me!!"

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The storm heightened around that particular edge of the forest, rain beating down upon the recent flames. Whether it was through Ha'zi's manipulation of the weather or Daugo's siphoning ability, the flames declined immensely until none were left to burn bright.

Dimitri hit the burnt soil and following him was a loud thud from his comrade. Before he could come to his senses he heard one of the Gondorians shouting at him...no not him...them.

"Explain yourself, Karoltai!" Ostopher roared, "You claimed this man to be our enemy! He surrendered then you continue to fight! Finish him or accept the surrender! Make a choice! But don't burn down the damn forest. You'll cause us trouble with the elves, you bla-" Ostopher cut his words short and rephrased it quickly, "Explain who these two large folks are and what are your relations to them."

Before the Karoltai could speak, a voice answered.

"I am Telimekhtar. Son of the Mighty Tulkas Astaldo. And I-" The Iron Hunter rose from his knees, his armor had sustained no damage and neither had he. Yet he looked on with weary eyes at the Haradrim. "Am alive," He answered Dimitri yet his eyes befell Ha'zi expectantly.

"And I seek death."

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The carnage appeared to die down in the distance. Perhaps they were done fighting...

Suddenly, Tamara saw something. Movement in the treeline to her left above her.

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As Thoruk walked away he saw the lava mold break and someone beginning to climb out. But he was already nearly over the ridge, as he ascended, he could make out what was behind those trees...or at least a portion of it.

A giant fist rose above the trees, its skin was a mixture of the giant skin that his Elemental and Ha'zi's Warrior had alongside patches of red that the Behemoth possessed with other unseen features. It appeared to be fighting something else, a smaller creature running through the trees with enough speed to be noticeable yet too small for him to make it out from his vantage point. What were these things?

Thoruk did not have the time to continue watching. If he lingered for any longer, the ginger could appear or worse...

Would he stay or make a break for the river?

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"You failed to ansswer my question."

Iver heard it reply as he juggled the now burning hot Silmaril between his talons. Suddenly a ray of brilliant radiating flames missed Iver's right wing and beamed through the dark clouds.

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Morgoth seemed to exhale and looked up at the sky with his brother in arm. He stood and regarded the Balrogs with a cold glare.

"You have disappointed me." Was his only remark. With that Morgoth vanished with Orome from the ether leaving them to revel in their failure.

Ranzolg and Undolog noticed that Lungorthin had become uneasy. His breath was raspy and his form's temperature climbed.

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As Vana turned around she espied Mineltar grasping something. Suddenly she realized a terrible truth and Mineltar began to explain why he had done what he had done...

Darkness fostered itself in Vana's heart as she begrudgingly was forced to accept the inevitable proposition that Mineltar offered. Their mission was a failure, but perhaps, not a complete one. There was something they could offer Manwe. It was not Morgoth or the Trickster or even Aule but it was something...

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Dimitri was astounded, and even more relieved, that his comrade was completely untouched. He said a quick prayer of thanks to his lord and then said with an amused smile, "Seek nothing, comrade. For by all rights, you should be dead." Truly the power of Tulkas the Almighty worked in mysterious ways. "But the death of who do you seek?"
 
"Mine own." Dimitri's graciousness was contrasted with the seriousness in Telimekhtar's tone. He looked at Dimitri solemnly.

"I am weak. I could not harm even but a hair among Morgoth's head. I have failed my father. His legacy. I deserve death. Living with this failure. I cannot stomach mine own bearings. I must take this shame to the grave. Please, I beg thee, bestow upon me a painful end."

 
"You are not weak, friend. You are the strongest, fastest, most skilled warrior I've ever seen. And it is understandable that you could not hurt the mightiest of the Valar. Few can. Do you truly think you could? It was the might of Morgoth, with his minions and a dragon the size of Arda vs us. You did better than many could have done." Dimitri began. Was it not you that charged into the heart of Manwe's fortress, fighting off a great horde of his scions and freeing me? Was it not you that took one of the Eldar's mightiest warriors and defeated him with incredible ease? Was it not you that survived seven months in Valianor, hunted by foes while wounded? Was it not you that was first into the charge?" he continued. Those seven months were the most brutal in his life, and couldn't be forgotten. The fight with the Scions, his flight to the Gardens, all moments that were burned into his mind.
"You alone had the strength to endure the trials of the past year. You have proven that you are far from weak. You are strong in flesh, strong in mind, strong in spirit. Feel no shame for your failure. Learn from it. Mold it into hate for our enemy and use it to crush him. You will have your revenge, friend. We all will. Morgoth, Sauron, the Balrogs. All will die."
 
Iver screeched in surprise and then in fear as the dragon both understood him and threw a warning flame in his direction and he almost dropped his Silmril.
"W-wait, I didnt know you can understand me" He screeched. "You better answer his question as well lad" Vlad said and Iver screeched out "About your question, the name is Iver, Melkor's abomination".
 
Daugo stood before the two, regarding them, studying the Iron Hunter closely. He seemed to be a less intelligent, clearly more powerful version of Dimitri, with all his nauseating self-righteousness, delusions and pomp. A thin, flexible façade of heroic morals covered them both, but in the end, these characters always showed their selfish, often brutal motives. They were not to be trusted.

"Look, Dimitri, if he wants to die, let him die. He's done enough already, from what you've said. But tell me, why are you here? It seems you have more celestial matters you could be attending to."

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Mirecyla found sleep light and difficult to achieve. The chirp of nightly creatures, the crackling of her fire, the creak of tree boughs, and shifting leaves all resonated in her ears and distracted her from rest. It was only in the earliest hours of morning that she finally managed to fall into a deep slumber, and it was then that she heard voices and footsteps alarmingly close to her.

"She looks so fine and tasty," she heard vaguely. "Make a nice meal, wouldn'tah?"
"Yeees, but we mustn't, we mustn't."
"Y'sure it's ah? Don't look much strongah 'n you, Snaga."
Sneering laughter. "Ah, feck off."

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Undolog looked at Ranzolg before staggering over to Lungorthin. "Don't tell me one of them Maiar have you ill," she said in her high-pitched voice.
 
"I am a Gondorian, just like you. My name is Arandil son of Leanor, I was a Lance Corporal, part of that regiment that went for the expedition into the valley of Udun. As for this situation, I did not do this to your comrade, this thing was festering upon me without me even knowing it. I'm on the run from , very dangerous, folk."
 
"Hm... maybe I should return to them, bet they..." her thoughts were disturbed by a sudden sound and saw something near her in the trees. "Gondorians surely don't climb trees.." she would think while she slowly crouches down and hides under the nearest bushes. Everything out here could kill her, she was aware of that fact for sure, yet she wouldn't know what she had to worry about out here,she had never been here in her entire life, so hopefully this... thing, would be nothing more than a squirrel.

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"What? No that's..." he would mumble, turning around, sprinting towards the river. dwarves are natural sprinters overall "How can this be possible"he would mumble. "That thing... it looked like a combination of our giants, what kinda mad lad is this?" he would think, hopeing to atleast get away from the ginger and this giant this one time. He still had a grudge to solve, but he couldn't offer his life carelessly. He needed to free his father before beeing able to throw his life away for his kin, his connection to his father was stronger than his rage on these creatures and so he would fight another day, or atleast he intended to.
 
"Okay," The Gondorian seemed to calm down and understand, "You seem honest. Help me take him back to camp and explain this to the Commander." He kept his sword out but started to approach Arandil who was holding Gregar.

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Telimekhtar's eyes fell upon the Hobbit but slowly shifted back to Dimitri. "I have failed my father. I must repent." Was his only reply to the Forochelrim's pleas. It appeared that the Son of Tulkas was devoted to self-murder.

"Answer Lieutenant Burgins." Ostopher attempted to command Dimitri. "Why are you here? Who sent you? Are you our foe?"

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Tamara heard a voice speak in a language that was strange to her. Then an arrow flew at her. It appeared they knew she was in the bush...

"Come out." The voice repeated in the common tongue.

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Thoruk was halfway to the river and down the hill when he heard something fly through the air. Suddenly, a body crashed next to him. It was like nothing he had seen in this world. About the size of the Dwarf Giant but morphed and made of blood and skin, it began to melt away revealing a dazed Aranel within. Her gray hair was thrown back like her hood and her eyes were weary as she glanced at Thoruk in pain and confusion. "Help...me..." She gasped.

But would the Dwarf lend his aid to the woman?

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"Abomination...A friend? Join me. Drop the sstone."

Iver felt its wings buffet the wind around him. It was dangerously close. Soon he might even feel its breath over him.

Just then Iver realized he was no longer holding it. The silmaril had burned a hole through his claw and fallen...

"Ah...good boy..."

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Lungorthin grumbled and slapped Undolog with a fist sending her sprawling to the floor. He turned around and roared madly at the other Balrogs, flames brightening in anger.

"I TOLD YOU TO GUARD HIM!!" He swung his whip up whilst muttering incoherently, "Disappointment?! DISAPPOINTMENT?! WHO BROKE RANKS FIRST?!" They remained silent. Durin's Bane took a step backward.

Lungorthin's whip flailed around and hit Durin's Bane across his horn, causing it to bleed an ashy color, "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION?!"

The other Balrog glanced at Ranzolg.

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CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

The smith hammered away at his workpiece. He paused and turned around to ask, "My Lord it is nearly done. Are you certain this is-" The smith paused to locate the right terms, "righteous?"

"Hmm," The elf brooded, scratching his chin, "I cannot say now. Yet what choice do we have?"

The smith inhaled, "Understood, my Lord."

The elf clicked his fingers in disapproval. "Please cease your referral to me like that. I am no lord."

The smith paused once more, "But-" He turned and bowed his head, "You are the last of the royal line. Maglor son of Feanor. You are the only one who can lead us in these dark times, my Lord."

Maglor said nothing in opposition. "I shall leave you to continue your work in peace. Glorfindel's sword must be ready when the time comes for us to strike."

The smith nodded and turned back to the forge. He hammered away at the blade, embers reflecting in the gemstone that he had embedded into its hilt. He had reforged Narsil into Anduril and now had the pleasure of crafting his own sword. One that's steel shined as bright as the sun and would be used to end the Dark Lord once and for all.

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"HUH" she would jump at as the arrow flew towards her "I-I give up, please don't kill me" she would say, one eye closed, trying to look at whatever shot at her with the other eye.

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"What in Durins.."before he could even finish his sentence Aranel lay infront of him,in pain as it seemed. The dwarf would think a second or two before picking her up "Ya saved me once,I owe you this" he would say, laying her onto his shoulder. He had to get down to the river and use the water to keep both of them afloat on its surface to get out of this forsaken place.
 
"Oh great, i said it ironically but even those 3 heads agree that i look like an abomination" Iver thought to himself before he decided that he had to solve the dilemma of what the fuck is he going to do now.
Out-flying was not an option and besides he left unprotected Dimitri with 6 angry Balrogs, Yiaks. "Well Iver you also ate the guy from the ship so he might need you to get him out of there sooner or later because i doubt that you can shit him without an asshole" Vlad said. "True i might have to-" Iver stopped for a second, "why do i smell cooked lizard" to which Vlad replied with a smug voice "Well, you stopped juggling the Silmril so it burned your legs, seems like talking with the stone wasn't as effective".
"Well, there is no going back now. We need to get the 3 idiots we left behind and find a way to escape" Iver thought and replied to the beast "There ya go, didn't think you can catch something so small with your strong hands" Iver said and asked "What now?".
 
The famous bull-headed stubborness of Teli was coming back. He refused to see reason. Dimitri was forced to increase his aggressiveness a bit. "You will fail your father if you give up and die. You will be branded a coward and a traitor. Come now, Son of Tulkas, have you come this far just to give up like a little bitch and ask some Gondorians to kill you? You shall repent, but a coward's death is not the way." Dimitri hissed, drawing upon Aragrath's methods. The bitterness of his betrayal began to leak into his words. How dare this Gondorian speak to him like this? Then, turning to the Gondorian, he said, "Do not use that tone to me, boy. I have not passed through the tortures of Manwe and the horrors of Mordor to be spoken to like I'm some child. I am here to kill the enemies of Arda, specifically Morgoth and his carrion hordes. I was sent by my father's Lord, Tulkas Almighty. I will be your foe only if you strike at me or the Son of Tulkas."
 
Mirecyla smiled from her prone position making her voice sound raspy and snake like. A voice of a creature to fear “Oh yesss. Morsssalsss of easssy prey delivered to her majesssty.” She said snickering and rising to her feet, using her powers to increase her size and attempt to give herself fangs. Thinking of how Even looked when he transformed, sword in her grasp still
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Ranzolg didn’t step out of place, his masters words hit him hard and deep, his head bowing for all but a moment until Lungorthin started his rage. His own anger built up and smoke started to fume once more, swirling to the anger that now started to take hold of him “If we had not broken ranks you might of not been with us for much longer Lungorthin.”
 
From above, Tamara saw a number of figures descend from the trees and suddenly she had been abducted.

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"Ha'zi...we...ne-" Her voice was weak and cut off by a stomping charge that came from behind Thoruk as he made it to the river.

"You!" It was the ginger. "You tried to kill me!" He said dumbfoundedly, "Thank you!" He laughed and Thoruk heard more stomping as something large closed the distance between the ridgeline and them. He had to make a choice. Turn around and confront the ginger and whatever else he had or jump into the river before it was too late.

Not a difficult choice.

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To Iver's dismay, the dragon did not respond. Instead he saw it dive down beneath him with such speed that it caused Iver to be blown off path in the air and get knocked about. When he came to his senses the beast was already flying back up, something shiny in its left head's mouth. The middle head opened and he heard it speak again.

"Much obliged, friend. Follow meee."

It took off past him, once again causing him to spin off-balance in its wake. It seemed to be heading up into the ether.

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Lungorthin was fuming at this point. "What did you just say to me?"

"It was him," Durin's Bane cried touching his bleeding horn. "He charged first. I only meant to-"

"SILENCE!" Lungorthin whipped him across the face. His fiery eyes blazed and twitched as they returned to Ranzolg. "A dozen lashes to remind you to follow orders!"

He looked to Undolog and the other Balrog, "Hold him up."

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Ranzolg snarled “You deliver punishment to the one who saved your life.” He said raising his weapon slightly meanwhile the smoke fumes more “I charged yes but I never issued the others to follow me. Why lash one when you can lash all.” He said his emotions all over the place
 
"You speak back to me?! TWO SCORE LASHES!!!" Lungorthin roared and delivered the first, lashing Ranzolg's face. An ugly line cut across Ranzolg's face from his right eyebrow down through his nose at a more or less horizontal angle that then followed down to the left side of his lip and past his chin. His face bled profusely and suddenly the other Balrog took hold of his left arm. His right hand was still gripping the morningstar...

He could fight back. But Lungorthin was second in command to Gothmog and his orders had to be obeyed...even if it was Ranzolg who had defended him...

Would he fight back or take the punishment from his furious older brother?

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Ranzolg saw an opportunity and took it, if he wanted respect and status now was the time to do it. He would go to rip his arm out of the grasp of the other, going to smack him in the face with the Morningstar if he didn’t let go before roaring “Yes I speak back to you! Your anger does nothing for our kin! I challenge you brother, here and now no weapons save for the ones we were made with.” He said sliding his face against his shoulder to try and wipe some blood off
 
The other Balrog let go and was about to grab ahold again before pausing to watch what would happen. Never before had one of them risen to the challenge...except for Lungorthin himself eons before when he challenged Gothmog. It did not turn out well for the former but how would it turn out now?

"You-" Lungorthin spat fire, "You-" He threw down his whip and hammer, "You asked for this." Lungorthin rose his arms and stood tall to face his smaller sooty opponent.

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Ranzolg would drop his own weapons and raise his fists before quickly dashing forward, feinting a jab to the left before quickly changing his direction and sending a fast but hard strike for his right
 
Bored by the sudden and lackluster ending of the superhuman match, Shin chose to instead do a brief check of important assets: Short sword, check; Crossbow and bolts, check; Coins in case they happen to travel near a brothel, check; Dumbo Mateus, check; Edgy-looking sewer rat girl who had the Serpent's power... Oh shit.

"Hey, uh, anyone see that dark chick? She may've wandered away!" He suddenly asked around, alarmed as hell as one of his sole roles in this was to watch that little shifter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
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Galador backed away from the group of shifters and godlike beings, puzzled about the one's wish for death. He was especially perplexed at Daugo's support for such a desire. Maybe if he had a fuller picture, but for now he remained mixed about the situation. As he walked away, thinking of these troublesome things, he noticed something worrying: Shin was actually active and concerned about something. "Oh shit," he swore, knowing well that Shin's overpowering lack of interest meant he would never be this active unless it was urgent. Soon enough, he could see what the problem was: the girl was gone. Eyes wide, he raced towards the head of the party. "Ostopher! We've got a situation! The Serpent inheritor is missing!"
 
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