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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Let's get going." He said as he lifted the lad up on his shoulders." We should be swift and not waste any time. I fear those who were after me might still be searching,even this far. Where is this camp of yours?".
 
Daugo did not budge. "Oh, that's rich," he said, chuckling. "Very intelligent of you to start sending death threats to our battalion. Great way to defuse the situation." He sighed and looked at the Teli something character before returning his gaze to Dimitri. "Look, Dimitri, we both saw the same thing. Tulkas is dead. There is nothing he can do for anyone now, and there is nothing we can do for him. If this is indeed his son, then, charming, he would make for a mighty ally. That is not what I see when I look at him. I see a world-weary killing machine." His voice dropped and he got closer to the Forochelrim. "And if we try to force him to do anything, he will snap, and become a danger to us all. Especially if he feels that he has nothing to lose."

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Mirecyla saw a band of seven Orcs around her. All save one scurried away in fear when she made her presence terrible to behold. It was an Uruk, one of those great brutes that had fought in the War of the Ring. "Aye, it's ah. Come back 'ere, yer stinkin' maggots!" he roared. While he waited for them to return, he dropped to one knee and bowed slightly. "Mornin', m'lady, we was sent 'ere t'guide you to Morgul Vale. En't no need to look scary fer us." The others slunk back slowly as the Uruk spoke, looking at Mirecyla with wide eyes and open mouths.

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Undolog laughed gleefully as she saw Ranzolg challenge the bastard Lungorthin. She knew that he would likely not win, but she also knew that she could defeat him if it came to that; so, if he won, she would be in a position to become leader. "YEA, YEA!" she roared and hooted as the brawl began.

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"Don't tell me--ah, fuck, Shin, you had one job!" Mateus said angrily. He joined his countrymen in the look for the shifter girl, whacking bushes apart with the blunt side of his sword.
 
"This way..." Arandil slowly lost sight of the man before him and suddenly he felt the ground rush up to meet his face.

"Fuckin' forest Druedain," The swordsmen sheathed his blade and scanned the forest before moving over to the two collapsed men and dragging them through the dirt.

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"What?" Ostopher looked around. "Bastian! Find the girl! Keratos search the surrounding-"

"I have nothing to live for but my revenge. All I have left...are my sins..." Telimekhtar cut their commander off as his voice boomed out to Dimitri, thick and hoarse.

CREAK.

Shin was the first one to look up and see.

Around the Tenth and Eleventh Ranger Squadrons were scores of golden armored figures lined the tree branches, shrubbery and undergrowth. Bows were drawn and knocked with each somehow finding an individual target amongst the Black Rangers, Karoltai and Ainu. One emerged holding a young woman, a girl really, the Serpent Shifter. His hand was firmly placed over Tamara's shoulder. From just a single look the Karoltai could recognize the elven bearings: pointed elongated ears, tall and sinewy, hair like starlight, and fair skin.

"Whoever leads this company must answer for the rest. Why do you trespass in Eastern Lothlorien?"

There was a brief moment of silence as the Gondorians hesitated, some reaching for their blades in contention before Ostopher cleared his throat. "I lead this regiment." He said staunchly, "We are not trespassing but merely passing through as humble agents of his highness King Aragorn of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor."

"You.." Suddenly Telimekhtar spoke up yet something seemed different about him. His voice's tone was no longer filled with defeat but instead revealed an anticipated hope. His eyes reflected shone slightly as he gazed at the elf. Yet it was not the elf he was directly gazing at...but rather the one he held.

Tamara, although, shrouded in fear of her captors, saw the newcomer. Some large man, bigger than all of them, wearing cracked ebony armor and looking rather menacing. Yet for one reason or another, she found herself neither frightened nor elated but rather curious. Something began to unfold in her and she saw it...

The Son of Tulkas was a radiant star in her eyes, she could see it, his fea-his soul. It gleamed yellow like the sun, bright and warm. It...it seemed almost familiar to her...

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Much to Ranzolg's dismay, Lungorthin did not fall for the feint but instead blew him back with an unfolding of his wings, his armors slashing out at the incoming attack. Ranzolg was clawed back and looked up to see Lungorthin proudly flash his wings which burned brighter than his own. He then smashed his chest in a show of dominance, one that was both incredibility stupid and fearsome.

Durin's Bane arose to view the ensuing combat with his fellow Valaraukar.

A hundred miles away, Izrandor entered the ether followed by a smaller beast in tow. They flew towards the fiery figures.

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On a mountain top far from home, a young man found himself praying. Yes. He...one who forsook the Gods...those that men before him worshipped alongside those that he worshipped, had begun to pray. He sought guidance and for the first time in Cardiloc's life, Wulf was no longer enough. And so he prayed.

"You summoned me." A dark robed man appeared before him, standing above the rocky plateau.

Cardiloc found himself glancing up to see the one who Ha'zi had spoken of the most. The one who had begun this journey of events. Mandos. That is what he called him. Lord of Fates. He had been the one to guide Ha'zi and now it seemed...it seemed it was now down to Cardiloc.

Ha'zi's path had become his path. His destiny. His journey.

He couldn't trust anyone else. Especially not his friends...they would only 'get in the way' as Ha'zi put it. And so far, that had been true. It was up to Cardiloc to save them all.

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Vana entered the throne room of the Elder King inside Valmar. She noticed a considerable increase in the number of Eternal Guard and, surprisingly, the Calaquendi.

The High Kings of the Vanyar and Noldor bowed before his majesty. Varda sat by his side and much to Vana's surprise, she found Ulmo chained and bound by Aule's angainor. His head was bowed and she noticed blood seeping through various open wounds across his legs and arms. A collar rested around his neck and was tied by the chain to Manwe's throne. Ulmo was defeated.

"Welcome Vana. Come. Kneel." Manwe beckoned her.

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"Aye, ya welcome!" he'd say trying to create some sort of quick sand out of the ground underneath that arrogant ginger before jumping into the river, trying to keep Aranel above the surface. That guy would surely pull them out of the water again and so Thoruk tried to create a small amount of waves to keep the two of them hidden.

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Tamara kept her eyes shut and her mouth closed as these people dragged her along through the forest. They didn't seem like they wanted to harm her, infact, their grip around her was rather soft, but suddenly they halted and Tamara heard them speak. She would open one eye at first and than her second as she couldn't believe it. She was back at the gondorian army, they could rescue her, couldn't they? But as she looked around, slightly twisting her head, she would realise the situation. "So no help from them either." she would think, staying where she was before suddenly feeling something familiar. As she looked down upon the gondorians, next to them was a big guy, no rather a big monster, or was he? Tamara felt no fear, she felt that this person would not harm him, somehow, strangely. Suddenly he spoke up, looking towards her. It made herself a bit unconfortable, but he seemed warm and friendly to her, almost like a little sun. But than there was a strange feeling inside her..."Me?..." she would say, anticipating that he ment her as he stared her down. Did she know him?
 
Cardiloc gulped, he knew the power of the valar; and he also knew displeasing them was generally a bad idea. He had to convince Mandos he was right to answer a Dunlendings prayers, he had guided Ha’zi; perhaps now he would guide Card. He cleared his throat nervously. “I did, Lord Mandos, my name is Cardiloc son of Carnidoc, I am the Hybrid Shifter. And I have come before you because the other valar have forsaken Middle Earth. I seek guidance from you, for I have gone astray; but I also bear a warning Lord.” He finished, awaiting the Valar’s response.
 
"Well, we left Dimitri here somewhere" Iver thought to himself, "You better ask that 3 headed beast if it can see him, she can probably see better" Said Vlad.
"Excuse me, big girl, whats yar name?" Iver screeched.
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Vana passed the guards, it was logical that they would rally more troops due to Morgoth and the trickster roaming the land, the latter even dared setting his foot in Valinor. Seeing Ulmo chained to the throne was confusing but she would not confront Manwe about this, at least for now.
"My lord" She would say and kneel.
 
Mirecyla looked at each in the eye for a moment before letting her featured and size return to normal, sheathing the sword. “I take it that Master has been busy?” She asked the Uruk, motioning for him to stand as she crossed her arms
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Ranzolg would open his arms wide, taking a step back “Are we going to fight or shall you boast me to death!” He taunted waiting for the Balrog to hopefully charge him. If that were the case he’d wait for him to get close enough before charging forward and going to ram his shoulder into the bigger Balrogs knee.
 
"Of course we stumbled upon Elves," Daugo muttered under his breath. He liked the Eldar, for the most part, but they came at an inconvenient juncture. He studied the face of the one that addressed them, missing the exchange between the girl and the son of Tulkas.

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"Canna say I know, m'lady, 'is Majesty don't speak to us 'isself." He looked around as he stood up. "We about ready 'a depart? Me lads move bettah when the sun don't shine that much. 'Nythin' you need 'alp luggin' around, I'll put their sorry arses to it right away, jus' say the word."

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Undolog screeched gleefully as Ranzolg was roughed up, oblivious to aught else that happened around them.
 
Thoruk fell into the river with a last glimpse at the ginger. It was surprising.

The ginger had completely healed and was hanging onto the neck of some primordial beast. Its face was twisted about, morphed and hideous with two black beady eyes. It had a number of tendrils and spikes coming off across its body but the primary thing that stood out as he took a step back into the water was the color red. It was coated in a bloody red foam that was both a mixture of skin and oozing liquid that coursed over it. The ginger appeared to be saying something but he couldn't hear it as his body was taken underneath the waters and down through the torrent.

"Fucking bitch," Beren muttered as his prey routed. "Whatever. It's not like she can stop us."

"She was weak." The beast stated.

"Yeah. But that other one. He nearly got me." He admitted.

"Want me to kill him?" She asked with a touch of glee.

Beren contemplated this for a moment. "No. He won't be a threat to us. All he cares about is his stupid dwarves. He might try to fight Norio but he destroyed him...at least for the time being."

"What do we do now?" She inquired.

"Back to basics. We still need to perfect your abilities. You're not strong enough to power me yet."

"What about Norio?"

"We'll get him back." Beren looked up at the sky, "Whenever he resurfaces."

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Iver could not see Dimitri anywhere. Or many individuals for that matter. The ether appeared deserted. All that was left were some fire demons and a host of corpses. Had they killed Dimitri? Where was Aule? The other Maia? Were they all dead?

Morgoth and the Trickster were missing and after some scanning by Iver, he could not locate Dimitri amongst the fallen. Nor Aule or Tulkas' Son.

"I am Izrandor, abomination."

The dragon answered him and flew towards the fighting Balrogs. It took it only a matter of seconds to cross the hundred miles and it came to a stop before them, spitting out the silmaril between her and the Valaraukar and guardedly hissing at them.

"Where iss Masster?"

Lungorthin and Ranzolg's match came to a swift end as the dragon interrupted them. "Hold off," Lungorthin spat at his opponent and turned to the dragon. "Lord Melkor has returned to-"

"Do not speak for me." Morgoth appeared before them as if he had been there all along. He approached the dragon with ease and plucked the gemstone up from between its massive legs. "Well done, Izrandor." He touched her lightly with a slight pat before raising his other hand to his head. Suddenly, a black crown appeared and the Silmaril fit neatly into place as if it had been waiting to.

"Ah...it's been a while." Morgoth muttered as a wave of energy ran over him. He inhaled and blinked then looked straight up at the Flying Giant which perched itself above Izrandor.

In that moment, Iver's nightmares began to materialize. He was staring straight into those orange evil eyes once more...

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"I know who you are." Mandos spoke, "Tell me. What is this warning?"

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Manwe regarded her disappasionately, "Mineltar has informed me of your failures."
 
"What blblbll was this?" he would think as his view at it was taken by the waves and his head beeing under water for a second. This thing, what ever it was, it made him unconfortable. "What if it hunts us..." he would think as he tries to keep both Aranel and him afloat. After a few minutes of floating around in the river he would swim towards the shore and pull Aranel out of the water. "What in Durins name were these creatures?" he'd ask her.
 
"I do not know how well you see into the future, Lord. But I've discovered that it is one of my powers to transcend space and time. And from the future, came one of my friends, his name is Ha'zi, the warrior shifter. He told me that in his own future, one where Morgoth died in Mordor; that after this there was peace for a time. But it would not last, a thing, a being of the ancient world far more powerful than any valar, even Eru perhaps. He brought ruin upon all of Arda and killed many of my fellow shifters; as well as Manwe himself. Soon he will come to our time as well, but there is a chance we can stop him. Ha'zi told me that Morgoth may have the ability to slay this beast. But also that perhaps the Silmaril's may have power to harm him as well. There are four present in Middle Earth, Earendil has the Sky Silmaril, but I know not how to obtain that or where it has gone. The Sea Silmaril was taken from me while one of the earth Silmaril's is with another one of Ha'zi's companions from the future, Aranel I know not where the earth Silmaril from this time is, but I will need it to to defeat this beast when it appears, otherwise it will wreak havoc upon all of Middle Earth." He finished, awaiting the Valar's response.
 
Thoruk found her barely responsive. She exhaled slowly as her eyes stared off into the sky whilst she lay on the river banks.

"We have a lot to talk about...but first...I need.... to...find Laurel."

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Mandos said nothing for a moment allowing Cardiloc to breath in his prescence. Just being there, in front of such an ethereal entity, it made the Dunlending's skin crawl. It defied all his traditions, his beliefs, Wulf-all of what he had been told.

"I know." The answer came curtly from the phlegmatic figure.

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Cardiloc was enamoured with the power Mandos possessed, yet he seemed indifferent to what he had just said, infact he even had knowledge of the void creature yet he had done nothing to stop it...? Perhaps it was not in his place to do so, it wasn’t wise to get hasty with God’s so Cardiloc recollected himself and spoke. “Then that is the reason I have come to seek guidance from you, as Ha’zi entrusted the purpose of defeating the ‘beast’ upon me before he died. Aranel and Ha’zis daughter Laurel are in Middle Earth with a Silmaril but I know not where, and the Earth Silmaril is lost. What path should I take?” He asked.
 
"Laurel? Wait, who? I thought ya wanted to search Ha'zi... I don't realy get it" Thoruk would say, looking around at the shore side of the river, worried about the two of them beeing followed. "Take ya break, I'll see if I can sense anyone following us, aye?" he'd say turning away from her, looking along the river "Father...." he'd mumble. "And don't you dare to move, that's a order." he'd say to Aranel after a few seconds of silence he'd sit down and merge with the ground, trying to feel if someone was following them.
 
Iver entered a state of shock for a moment, nearly crashing as he stopped flopping his wings. "You better land lad" Vald offered him while he was still in the state of shock, landing on the ether yet staying in a state of shock with the eyes drilling into his soul, keeping him in a state of fear and shattering his willpower.
"Wh-where is Orome?" Iver asked, caring for the Vala who convinced Melkor to keep him alive more than his brain-dead friend.
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"Please forgive me, Morgoth's strength has grown even more and he had the trickster by his side. Without your might to stop them, they freed Aule and defeated our forces" Vana said, staying on her knees.
 
Mirecyla would nod her head addressing the orcs “Round up the supplies and put them on the horse, don’t eat it or I’ll gut you worthless shits. It won’t be afraid of you.” Mirecyla said before looking at the Uruk “How did you get here? Walk, fly, ride?”
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Ranzolg would glower for a moment as the dragon arrived, however he grew all to serious when his king arrived. Going to pick his weapons back up and wait for further orders.
 
"Ugh," Aranel groaned and laid back to rest. Thoruk felt the earth and found nothing approaching them within walking distance, at least through the soil. The air was another aspect altogether.

Above him, the thunder clouds continued to rage on yet the rain had decreased into mere drizzle. He found himself shivering from the wetness of both the river and rain. He knew he couldn't get sick but perhaps it would be best to find some shelter at least for comfort. Aranel appeared to be asleep but he was unsure. And for a moment, Thoruk felt at peace with the surroundings of the world.

Yet...he had so much to do. First, he had tried to find Iver and Arandil and sent Aranel to do that but she returned empty-handed and conveniently in the nick of time to save his life from whoever that fucking ginger and his pals were. Too conveniently. And why weren't they following after them? These questions made Thoruk very suspicious of who exactly he lay next to.

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"That is none of your business." Morgoth regarded the Flying Giant with cold eyes. "Now why are you here? To die? Submit to the oath you broke?"

Meanwhile, the Balrogs and the Dragon looked on in curiosity at the exchange. One of Izrandor's heads licked the other whilst it hissed cautiously.

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Manwe casually stroked his beard as he listened somewhat lackadaisically. "Why would Morgoth free Aule? Has he too gone over to their corruption?" He questioned Vana's wording.

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The Vala looked aimlessly across the skies. He did not provide an answer. Instead monologuing in his monotone drone.

"Cardiloc son of Cardinoc, I cannot give you the answer you seek. For it is before you. And providing an answer, guiding you...it has only resulted in discord. Or will if I am to aid you as I aided your predecessor, Ha'zi." He swallowed lightly.

"Do you even have a fraction of an idea to what I have seen? To what lays out there in the great beyond? To what lays before us? Our paths. Our futures. Destinies and fates. So much. There is too much. It has clouded my judgment. All I ever wanted...was to help them." The winds lightly bristled Cardiloc's fur coat.

"Eru. He has chosen this path for us. I cannot know why even if I am the Master of Fates. I cannot see far enough to know where this road ends. I cannot glimpse his great plan. But I must believe there is one. Should I not?"

"This world...it is filled with misery. Yet...living, the single act of being born. That is what he has given to us. Choice. And that choice rests upon your hands, Cardiloc son of Cardinoc. It is up to you to decide what to do. To search for a gemstone that may hold the key to defeating this grand evil...or to take a different path, one which I cannot foresee. The choice is yours, Cardiloc. It always has been."

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Cardiloc nodded, understanding. "So there is a Silmaril of the Earth missing, But Aranel possesses one as well, though I cannot look for both at the same time. Do you know where I might find Aranel and this other Silmaril?" He asked.
 
"Wonder where those buggers are..."he would think, picking up a stone, not bigger than his handpalm and look at it. "One's not enaugh to stop the flood that's approaching us..." he'd mumble, throwing it into the river.

SPLASH A small sound was noticable for a mere second, but it could've also been the rain that was still lapping down a bit. "I am not enaugh to protect them..." he would quietly say with anger, throwing another stone.

Thoruk sat there, with a slight look towards Aranel. "Wonder what she's hiding from me.. There has to be something" he would think, turning his head, taking of his helmet. As the rain slowly splashed onto his head he thought of his kin, the ones that ment most to him, especially his father. How should he protect them if he couldn't even win a against 1 man? How should he defend them from Morgoth? "What would you do in my place... father..." he would mumble in khuzdul.

The rain was slowly starting to come to an end, but the ground was still soaking wet as it seemed. "Let's m..." he was about to say, but he held it back as he looked at Aranel. She wasn't the youngest anymore as it seemed, or atleast her aged body told him. "Better let her rest for a bit" Thoruk would think, trying to gather a bit of power and prevent the rain from pouring down on her, or atleast he would try so.
 
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