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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Beren?" Ha'zi would say, flabbergasted. "You mean... Fuck. Now I've got to worry about my own son ending my job. Fuck!" He shouted, kicking up a plume of dust in an output of rage. "So... so you're saying that we're really close to her... Aranel... the person I need to see. Yet we've also got the somehow older version of my infant who I haven't even been able to meet after her... along with his own fucking mother and her band of terrorists just around the corner..."

"Well, what a shitshow this is! Got any bold solutions, newly appeared comrade #3?"
 
Cardiloc reached the chasm and managed to reach a tentacle down to the shining object, however it slowly burnt up as it entered the fissure. He had many other tentacles yet would they be able to reach it quickly enough without disintegrating to the heat and pressure?

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"I'm sorry but this isn't some picnic where you decide what one of my men does," Ostopher cut in, "If what you claim is true then you could have had a say if you remained in Gondor to help us defeat the enemy, however, you did not. Lieutenant Mor and Burgins shall not be aiding you in whatever fiasco you're going on about. Sons and shrapnel or whatnot. We have as, Lieutnenat Mor put it colorfully, a band of 'terrorists' to deal with. There's no time to fool around chasing some would-be forest monsters. We have to return to the capital and inform them of the prototypes impending strike before it occurs!" The commander was not fooling about and a number of Gondorian soldiers began to flank him. The horses were readied, the camp had been packed. All they had to do was leave now.

"Sir?" A short one asked.

"Not now, Bastian." Ostopher stared down the dwarf. "Now unless you seek to help us, I suggest you take your business elsewhere, Ironbeard."

"Don't speak to me boy like that." Thrak gripped his axe tightly.

"Whose side are we on?" Teli asked Dimitri in forochelrim, implying should a fight occur.

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"Hm? Don't think I'd ask ye anything" Thoruk would say to Ostopher.

"I'm not interested in your little war games and what not, you can take your army wherever you want, I'm not interested in your doings and what not. Father.." he'd turn towards Thrak "Don't waste ye time on them." he'd add, giving him a hand sign to calm down.

"Ha'zi... that summons it up quite well my friend. And I don't know what this guy is talking 'bout, but I will have to do this, with or without your help and I hoped I could get our fellowship together again, to overwhelm this boy who thinks he is a god and can do whatever he wants." he'd stare down upon his friends.

"Daugo... Dimitri, Ha'zi... and Arandil." he'd say, switching his view between them.

"As I stand here, I ask for your help to bring down these monsters who are a threat to everyone in middle earth and not just to one or two people... I've seen what he is capable off. I burried him in lava, cooked alive ye think? No, he just climbed out of it a minute later, chasing Aranel and me down. THIS is how serious the situation is.
 
The threat that Thoruk described was one of paramount importance. A being that could shrug off any wound and return to the field moments later was one that could dominate the battlefield, and such an advantage could not be given to anyone, especially Morgoth. "We are on the side of the Dwarf. The Gondorian wants to run back to his little castle and hide behind the skirts of his master. Be ready to cut them all apart with extreme haste if needed. Go for the weaker ones first." Dimitri said to Teli.

Then, Dimitri looked at Ostropher, and saw in him the same cowardly noble that let his regiment die so long ago. It disgusted him that he did not understand the threat these things could pose. Kings were replaceable. The giants were not. "Then go back, boy, and tell your master that your slaves couldn't deal with some forest monsters. I'm standing my ground in the defense of the Rodina." Dimitri said, "Disgusting that a son of Gondor runs from a fight." He hefted his warhammer up and said to the Dwarf, "Aye Thoruk, I'll help you. If this thing can survive lava, being hacked in two, and more, you'll need every hand you can get. Teli will aid you as well. No finer warrior exists here. I was blessed by Aule for this purpose exactly. To serve in the defense of Middle-Earth."
 
''So this is the face of the demon that ambushed us, this is the bastard that pinned comrades of mine to the trees with his bolts. The man that beset upon us with beasts and ravaged our lines. The monster that wouldn't even allow wounded men to return their home to die there. What a pity, but that is all in the past I suppose. Whoever he truly is, it does not matter in the end.'' His thoughts all paused. He ignored all of the voices of the people around him.

''Not even he can stop them can he?'' He asked himself .''They cant be stopped.. those bastards..they will kill us all. Gondor.. Gondor will fall.. my family and kin with it. No.. I.. we can't let that happen, we shall not let that happen. And never mind how high the cost may grow, Gondor shall prevail. Let the demons and hoards of Melkor swarm our lands, let these inbred shape shifting sacks of wine invade from the North.. we shall not falter. We shall stand strong against our foes and we shall smite them down and send them back from whence they came.'' Though he himself did not even believe those words, he tried in every way to encourage himself. But Arandil was a broken man. And no one could put him back together now, not even himself.
 
Telimekhtar's head turned to Dimitri and he spoke softly in Forochelrim, "I cannot join you, Dimitrius." His eyes glanced at the Gondorians and he turned his head to scan the gathered host, atop one horse between those burly knights he espied the young girl.

"I have business with her."

Ostopher eyed Dimitri warily. "Quite ironic then to see you run from defending the greatest kingdom of men."

The gathered soldiers began tense, some gripping their blades in expectation.

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"Then at least help me with this possible fight with the Gondorians first, yes?" Dimitri asked in Forochelrim. A bad sign for him, Teli had to be restrained, but he didn't want to see what happened if he was restrained too much. "All depends on how you look at it. I run from defending one kingdom to defeat a threat that threatens the entire world, which includes Gondor. But we have both made our choices, and fighting each other will do nothing but benefit our enemies. i believe we both can agree on that, at least."
 
"I'll go," Ha'zi said firmly ignoring the unease and the command of Ostopher. "Not for you, or Beren, or any of that. But because of my mission- my real mission. I've waited so long for a sign and, while I haven't appreciated it as much as I would have planned to, it's here. So, screw Gondor. Screw Miriel. Screw the Protos."

"Finding purpose is more important to me than going on an ill-fated trip back to a place that hates me anyway. Besides, Sig likely has it all under control by now, though I do feel like this group will be far more vulnerable without another Giant, along with the fact that the Protos are probably aware we're here. But, whatever: Fuck it. Fuck it all. I'm coming with you, Thoruk."
 
Cardiloc grimaced, these tentacles weren’t going to work, but perhaps he didn’t need to use them. Instead he anchored himself on the ridge with his tentacles and pushed himself towards the object trying to grab it with his jaws.
 
As Dimitri spoke up Thoruk had his hopes set high and so he wasn't let down.

"A honor that you join our squad in this mission of high importance Dimitri." he'd say, bowing lightly before Ha'zi also spoke up.

"A mission you say? Hm..." Thoruk would grumble. "What could he possibly mean with that... well, it doesn't matter all that much, we have a enemy to bring down."

"Thank you Ha'zi. Another fine addition to our squad as it seems." he'd say, looking at Arandil who looked like he had some issues going on within him, so he wouldn't bother him further and look towards Daugo.

"What about you old friend, ye wanna join us?" he'd ask the hobbit. "I have a lot of good stories to tell and so do you I suppose. You couldn't probably deny a good talk with an old friend, could you?" he'd ask, trying to convince the hobbit to join them too. [//i]
 
The kraken descended into the ridge, breaking the rocks around it with its teeth and reaching the item. It was swallowed up in his wake and before he knew it his scales began to melt yet he was already out of the fissure by then.

Cardiloc would need to extract the silmaril from its stomach hold. He would have to teleport into it unless he found a way to cut through the beast which was improbable. As he was contemplating doing this, a shadow came over him. Above his kraken, was a large dense creature with a white underbelly and great fins that spread widely. It was slowly descending...

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"Agr-UGH!!" Dimitri felt the air beside him shift and before he realized it, his friend was missing. Eight meters away past a broken tree, the Son of Tulkas' body lay wrangled in the undergrowth. It was as if he had been thrown.

"Wha-" Ostopher's voice ended prematurely. A slight wheeze came from his throat but nothing more. Every one of them felt a darkening envelop them, some force covering them and none could move. Not even a finger.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!" Laughter echoed through the forest around them. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" It increased in tempo before slightly petering out, diminishing and coming to a focal source point.

What's happening...I can't move my body. Keratos thought. Tamara...she...Shin...the other man stood across from him also frozen. Can he move? "H-" He couldn't speak aside. Who was laughing?

"Hahahahahahahaha!! Heh! Oh! That was too funny...and to think that you thought you of all people could hunt me? How cute."

Between Ha'zi and Thoruk a bodily figure began to materialize out of thin air. The dwarf instantly recognized the red-haired bastard. It was Beren. He wore only simply brown pants, his upper body completely naked. A number of scars covered it and burn marks, however, these were mere decorations across his chiseled form. He looked nothing like Ha'zi. Nothing...except for perhaps the nose...and the grin...and the forehead...and oh the shorter torso and slim build. He did inherit some aspects of his father in that sense but aside from those, his mother was predominant in his build.

"Too cute." He grinned madly at them and took close looks of each moving first to Thoruk. "I should have silenced you a week ago. Now you've exposed me. How unfortunate...for you." He turned to Daugo, "Oh it's Gully's pa. Hey Uncle Daug, sorry but not sorry for killing your son. He screamed a lot when he died." Then to Ostopher, "Who are you? Oh, just another soldier. Moving on." To Thrak, "Another dwarf. Good. I wanted to see what one's insides were like. Are they just like men?" He snickered and gazed at Dimitri, "Didn't I already kill you? Ah no matter." And glanced at where Telimekhtar had landed in a bush, "The only real threat here. It's good I disposed of him. Once I'm done erasing your memories and turning you into my slaves, I'll make sure to have you all kill him. It'll be enjoyable to watch him have to fight his friends." And finally to Ha'zi.

"Oh hey, Pa. How're you doing? Horrible I hope. I haven't seen Ma around. But before I get to her, I'll take care of you. Don't worry I'm not going to kill you a second time, I want you alive. I want you to see what I do to your precious world. Oh, and do you happen to know where my sister is? Ah never mind let me just-"

Ha'zi felt a searing pain as somethi-no someon-no-Beren entered his mind-forcing his memories to betray him.

"Oh...that's...unfortunate. No sis. But-aha! There he is." Ha'zi felt himself reminded of Cardiloc. "That bastard. Thinking he could replace me with him...facking Tardiloc. Now he has to die. Where is he...oh...Gondor...interesting...in the capital. A sister...oh...Ela. My dear Ela. She's alive here, isn't she? Goood." The way he said the last term, slowly enunciating it. It sent shivers down all their spines.

"Now time to make you mine." He raised a hand up and each of them began to falter, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and weakness. All except Dimitri and Tamara. Both who happened to be unaffected by whatever was holding their comrades in place. Tamara was naive to what was happening but Dimitri was fully aware and waiting, watching, pretending to be frozen, all in hopes for his chance to strike.

"But first let me open this one up," Beren turned his back to the Forochelrim and reached out to Thrak, raising the static dwarf with a flick of his finger. Thoruk's father's arms opened and he was spread-eagled in the air as Beren began raising his other hand to point it directly at the dwarf's forehead...

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“There’s always a bigger fish.” Cardiloc mused, before he visualised the Krakens stomach and felt himself jump towards it. He needed to extract the Silmaril quickly.
 
The stomach was a mess of liquids, pulverized rock, and other oddities. There was no sign of the...oh there...he saw a bright brilliance illuminating the rear end of the stomach. It was quite large and he had to climb through the debris to reach the source.

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When Dimitri was travelling along the Greenway, he had the chance to see the devastating effect of a crossbow. one of the famous Greenway Guards took a quarrel right to the chest, punching through his thick metal armor and slaying him instantly. The weapon was simple to use: just had to pull it back, put the bolt in, and fire. And the impact of the bolt meant that a simpleton could kill a man in plate with ease. The simplicity and punching power it had made it an extremely attractive weapon to Dimitri. It was the ideal weapon for militias and professional armies. But the one problem was how long it took to fire.

The solution to this came about a month after Dimitri left the hospital in Dol Amroth, without an arm. In a tavern along the shores of the lower Anduin, Dimitri met a surprisingly cunning southron by the name of Deslan. He had a variety of mechanical limbs, all fitted with tools and hidden secrets. Following a night of betting, drinking, and a few fights, Dimitri and Deslan decided to team up, and began to wander Middle-Earth. While they wandered, Deslan fitted Dimitri with a metal arm that came with a rapid fire dart launcher. Remembering the power of the crossbow, Dimitri began to work with Deslan on a crossbow that combined the rapid fire characteristics of his dart launcher with the power of the crossbow.

It took awhile, but they made one that performed quite well. It could punch through plate, and fired much quicker thanks to the magazine that was fitted on the topside and how the pull back and such were all in a single method. Unfortunately, though, they had to leave the weapon behind in a farmer's field. The farmer wasn't too happy to find that Dimitri was teaching her some... special moves. But the idea never left his head. He tinkered with it in his head, creating fictional problems and testing his brain by solving them. It would be an effective weapon for anyone, if he survived long enough to see it made en masse.

The incident in the bar and his resulting adventure saw that this would not come to be anytime soon. But with his blessings from Aule and this heist of mind and lives came an risky, but possible good chance for him to prove his skill. He thought up the weapon, remembering the feeling of firing it, the thud of the bolt landing in the orc's chest, and the mild recoil of the weapon. He could feel the smooth wood on his hand, the coldness of each steel bolt. Just like it was yesterday.


This will be a vital point in your life, boy. Fail, and you will all be doomed to madness. Succeed, and you may just see the light of tomorrow.
Aye, tis is true. Either way, this is pretty risky. We don't have a clue about what this cunt's power is. Maybe he's the one that shrugged off lava like it was some water?
We'll make sure to save a seat for you once your time comes.
You know, I just noticed. This-
Shut up, Kronos.

I just noticed, this guy said he already killed us.
Then slaying him would do us much glory.
And would knock one possible murderer out of the way.

'Can y'all shut up for a second? Trying to think.' Dimitri thought. The voices quieted down to a low whisper.
He would receive a working repeater crossbow, fully loaded, and what about that girl? She could be a useful ally to if she could fire a shot accurately. Crossbow would work just fine for her. 'Ah, fuck it. For Tulkas and the Kingdoms of Men! DIMITRIIIII ISENBLOOOODDD!' he roared in his thoughts. He made the repeating crossbow manifest, fully loaded, and fired all five of its shots in rapid succession at Beren's back, aiming at close range at his most vital areas: the heart and the lungs. After that, he tried to make another crossbow and fire, and sprinted away from that thing, and then tried to make another crossbow to open fire again. He also made another loaded crossbow appear by Tamara, and hope that she would be able to put a good shot in her chest.
 
Daugo had a dread feeling throughout Thoruk's interaction with them all. The choice was an uncomfortable one; granted, he felt little loyalty towards Gondor beyond them being a means to an end, but he felt that their usefulness was not entirely gone yet. They might still be worth having as allies, and burning that bridge now did not seem like the appropriate choice. Moreover, this being that the dwarf had spoken of frightened him more than he cared to admit. An evil son of Ha'zi, from the future: just what the world needed. Thoruk's appeal to his emotions was futile, and had further pushed him away from the cause.

All that was rendered purely theoretical, however, by this newcomer's arrival. He gathered from what he spoke that he was the terrible being that Thoruk had warned them of. His brows furrowed at the mention of Gully. "My son... when did you meet him?" he said, as a heavy mix of despair and nostalgia washed over his body and mind and greatly subdued him.

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For a few seconds, nothing happened, but the air was tense and volatile, as if during a thunderstorm. And then it came. A screech split the skies like lightning, terrible, magnificent, oozing fear-energy in the very soundwaves that carried it. Another joined it, and another, until a symphony of screams filled the Vale with a terror it had not known since the Third Age. Great gusts of wind were sent downwards as massive wings flapped overhead, and soon, nine fellbeasts landed on the parapets of the great tower, ridden by the Nine.

"Who art thou?" said the one in the middle, its voice like a gale sweeping over mountains.
 
Cardiloc found himself standing before a pile of rubble and clogged within was an orb that shone almost as bright as the sun. It was lodged in the stone and needed to be extracted unless Cardiloc expected to lift the entire rock piece which was physically impossible for him to do since it was beneath tons of cobble, bedrock, basalt, and obsidian. The Dunlending felt a strange connection to the stone as if it were drawing into him. A heavy dread settled on his soul.

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"Uh..." The young boy wheezed. His eyes slowly opened and he glimpsed tall grass parting as he was pulled through it. Someone was dragging him...who...he turned his head and saw him. "Ah..." He sighed in relief. "Ty...you're alive..."

"Save your strength, Equas." Tytus coughed, his lips were cracked, his mouth stained with blood. He had exhausted his lungs to the extent where he was internally bleeding again. His healing was slower than most of the others but he wasn't going to let it get the better of him...not yet. He had to stop Miriel. He had to...to save the innocents that would die because of his failure. He kept struggling, walking, moving forward, dragging Equas' body behind him. He had barely rescued him from Raddis. The black man had broken the boy's legs and killed all the other versions of him. He had just gotten to him in the nick of time. But he couldn't take them all on...and they managed to fend him off whilst taking hold of Marco.

Marco...

Tytus looked back through the tall grass and in the direction of his home. His family. His people. He had failed them all. Miriel needed to be stopped. Aranel was not the monster. It was her. He wished he had seen that sooner. And now...Aranel was apparently dead.

Equas heard him sniffle and mumbled something. "What?" He asked semi-dazedly.

"I won't let them hurt you," Tytus whispered.

"Huh? But you alread-"

"I'll protect you. I'll protect all of you." He said, staring into the distance. They kept moving forward.
 
Cardiloc reached his hand out, and instead of teleporting himself to it tried to draw the Silmaril towards him so that instead it teleported to his palm.
 
Nothing happened.

Then a force smashed into the kraken and Cardiloc was tossed away from the gemstone and hit the inner walls of the stomach chamber. The debris shifted and he lost sight of the glowing silmaril.

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