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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

As the Crocolion was focusing onto Cardiloc and tried to catch him with its tongue, Thoruk wasn't even thinking about any strategy in his rush of vengeance and charged the Croclion from the side, so he wouldn't be in the field of view from that disgusting thing. "Aye, not *this* shrak again" he thinks as he charges, attempting to cut of its tongue with his migthy axe as he bundles his whole power and anger into his arms.
 
Sigeric stepped backwards while swinging his halberd in a low arc, attempting to sweep the slaver's legs out from under him. If successful, he would move past the man, towards the other slaver, stabbing his halberd through the back of his skull.
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Dimitri walked forwards toward the Whipper, readying his hammer. "You hurt my flock, you threatened my life, and you insulted us all." he said, echoing his words from their final confrontation on the island. "Mercy is between you and the gods." He recalled the image of the the man whipping Celeste, forever burned into his mind, as he brought his hammer down upon the Whipper's kneecap.
 
"I bet.. you liked that," Ha'zi grunted at the slaver. He keeps thrashing his body in all directions to try and escape.
 
Grimnir covers his shoulder with whatever cloth he can find, and grabs the Forged Axe with his perfect shoulder, he throws it towards the Slaver raping Ha'zi, while ironically saying, "Cockblock"
 
Cardiloc attempted to dodge out of the way, prepared to transform if he needed to. He noticed Thoruk barrelling into the crocolion and grinned. He held his spear up to throw at the crocolion eye.
 
Iver looked around with his 1 eye and saw Hazi getting raped. He grabbed his wooden spear and charged at the man, trying to shove the point head up the slaver's butcrack.
((the one not targeted by sig))
 
Thoruk felt a surge of strength and before he knew it, his axe cleaved into the Crocolion's flank. There was something strange that occurred in that moment. The Crocolion's body surged as electricity emptied into it from Thoruk's axe. The Dwarf felt intense power for a brief second and saw blue lightning erupting from his finger tips, entering the iron of his axe and discharging into the Crocolion. It's entire body shuddered and it was stunned as Cardiloc tossed the spear into its right eyeball, slicing through it and entering the brain, killing the beast. The animal toppled over and died, spasming with electrical aftershocks. Cardiloc could see Thoruk's eyes and a bright blue in them for a brief moment before the power dissipated and died out.
"What the fack." Marco said, stabbing Sarge, who had been crawling away with the tip of his sword as he looked on at what had occurred.

Sigeric cut the first slaver down and the man's shouts ended prematurely. Ahead of him was Ha'zi who was about to be raped by the second slaver.

The man had begun to pull out his unmentionables when Iver ran up and shoved a spear in his ass and Grimnir jabbed his axe into the man, simultaneously. The slaver vomited on Ha'zi and began to piss himself, all over the boy's exposed rear. It was both traumatizing and absolutely disgusting. He died after a few seconds of extended pissing and moaning, though whether the moans were because of the pain or the pleasure, it was unknown.
Ha'zi was still trapped underneath him.

The Whipper screeched like Iver when his kneecap exploded in blood and bone and he gripped it, screaming in agony. "Mercy, do you not understand it you filthy bilge rat!" The man cried out at Dimitri.

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Iver used his spear to toss the body toward the trickster. Before pulling out his crossbow, putting the topless bolt. "You really enjoy that eh? You sick fck" He said before shooting the trickster, aiming for the heart.
 
Sigeric twirled his halberd rather theatrically, before stabbing the first fallen slaver in the chest. He turned to face Iver's father, who had likely recovered by now.
 
Ha'zi now was trapped, wet, stinking, bloody, and vomited on by the man, the dead man, on top of him, with his penis still out and his rear still exposed. To make matters worse, the boy could barely move, physically and mentally as he was so traumatized by what happened. He lays there in shock and turns to Grimnir, and quietly begs, "Hhelp, pplease.." [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]
 
"I am Dimitri of Forochel-" Dimitri roars, bringing his warhammer down on the Whipper's skull, "And I will have-" he swings again "-my-" and again "-revenge!" With rage built up from three months of torture, the fury only a zealot of Tulkas could have, and pain caused by his recent injury, he combines it all into one mighty blow, right into the mush of the Whipper's skull.

And somewhere, deep within the darkest parts of Dimitri's mind, a cruel, booming laughter is heard...
 
"Wait-" The Trickster said, snapping his fingers but it was too late.

The bolt pierced through his jacket, cutting through his tunic and entering his skin, he felt it go through his heart and the man looked at Iver with a mixture of pain and shock.

"N-" He fell back, his body falling onto an amphitheatre seat, unmoving. His face was pale and blood trickled out of the wound. There would be no more cake for them.

Sigeric saw Iver's father stare at him before shrugging and fading into nothingness as the Trickster died. Around them, all the figures died, including Bob Newleaf, and the blood, their wounds, the bodies, the amphitheatre itself, everything began to disappear. It was all an illusion. Or was it? What was this place? Where was this place?

They were in the forest again. In front of them was the dead body of the Trickster, the wooden arrow still in his heart. Time did not seem to have passed since he had taken them and the sun was still high in the sky as it was before.

The entire adventure had given them more questions than had answered. Who was the Trickster? Would they ever know? What was that place? What happened to them? What about Thoruk and his power? What had even just happened?

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"Ah strange dream?" Thoruk asks the others as he putts his hand onto his majestic beard. After not feeling his beard with his hands he attaches the axe which he had in hand onto his back and looks onto his finger tips "What was that power within me?" he thinks as he stares onto his hands. He shakes his head and looks around, everything normal again but his beard..... "This piece of orc-shit..." Thoruk mumbles as he looks towards the tricksters body. "I swear to Durin, if you come back one more time, you'll feel the strengh of Durins kin" he addes as he gets back to where his pony was.
 
Ha'zi stared at the Trickster. The boy had no sympathy left for the man, and he had very little in the first place. He... he did this to me. Summoned those.. scum.. to rape me. He imprisoned us. He sees this as a game. Well, Ha'zi doesn't care anymore. Only anger is left.

The boy grabs his spear and charges over to the body, jumps and plunges it into the man's heart. Stabs it again and again. Then he grabs the Crocolion teeth and carves a phrase across the man's chest. No More Tricks.
 
"That was no dream." Sigeric said solemnly, gazing at the Trickster's corpse. He had countless questions, but it seemed as though they might never be fully answered. "We killed him once before, or one of his kin. We must be more wary in the future; our paths could cross again." He shook his head as Dimitri and Ha'zi brutalized the Trickster's corpse. "He's already dead. You can't kill him any further, as much as you might like to. Come, let us continue on our journey." Sigeric would need time to contemplate all that had occurred in the Trickster's mansion. The group had limited time, however, and he was impatient to reach Rivedndell.
 
''I... just said it. Imladris. Rivendell. I need to cross it... and maybe ask a few of your wise magician elders for some help.'' Deslan tapped his leg nervously. He had wasted too much time in these mountains and now he had a Beorning clan on his tail, a bird to take care of and a bruised leg due to an impudent branch.
 
"Ha'zi!" Cardiloc called out to the boy, he dropped Lesiers spear and rushed over to the boy pulling him back from the tricksters corpse and restraining him.
 
"Fackin' shit mate." Marco said watching them butcher the corpse. "I mean, I didn't like him either but shiiiiiiiit...." The man said, following after Sigeric.

"You guys comin'?" He called back to them.

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"Come along then, friend." The elf intoned, leading Deslan into the valley of Imladris. Now this was beautiful. But it was so....empty. He saw few elves walking about. "There is one of the elders." The soldier said, motioning towards an elf in the distance who was reading a book beneath a tree, resting on its foundations. He had dark hair and a sad smile and seemed to be confined to the pages he scanned.

"Please speak in a respectable manner." The elf let Deslan know before he walked off.
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