"Then hurry up, we can't afford to lose time. Gallop like 20 giants are chasing us, because in the end it's what most likely will be happening."
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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Daugo swore he could see a speck moving in the distance before it disappeared, moving around the Morannon.
Arandil, however, noticed no movement. All he could do was focus on the task at hand and the Hobbit’s non-compliant attitude to authority.
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Glorfindel’s elven eyes switched target from the Giant he was killing to the shout. He saw the Haradrim boy yelling at him.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT, SPAWN OF MORGOTH?!!” His voice was cool and clean like that of a sharpened knife but it broke as he yelled with frustration.
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Arandil, however, noticed no movement. All he could do was focus on the task at hand and the Hobbit’s non-compliant attitude to authority.
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Glorfindel’s elven eyes switched target from the Giant he was killing to the shout. He saw the Haradrim boy yelling at him.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT, SPAWN OF MORGOTH?!!” His voice was cool and clean like that of a sharpened knife but it broke as he yelled with frustration.
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Zaro saw the mouth widening and cried "TAKE COVER! LOUD MAGGOT INCOMING BLAST! he covered his ears and stepped back from the giant he was currently fighting trying to find something to get behind.
"Keep riding, well head to where you thought you saw someone. If we find more giants and slaves of that cunt Melkor prepare to transform."
Now that the Screaming Giant had shifted its attention, Sigeric created another throwing knife, launching the projectile towards the Screaming Giant's neck. He switched his focus to the Armored Giant and Dimitri, just barely out of his reach. The Guardian stepped forward, stretching its cable to the limit, and swung its greatsword at one of the gaps in the enemy Giant's armor, attempting to sever its arm at the elbow.
Dimitri laughed and tried to throw the snake with its acid at its face, then using his remaining arm to pull himself up and bite his fingers.
'Better kill him quick, he's pissed now. Ya killed his lover.'
'Bring his skull to me! Do it! KILL THEM ALL.'
'Better kill him quick, he's pissed now. Ya killed his lover.'
'Bring his skull to me! Do it! KILL THEM ALL.'
"What kinda question is that lad?" Thoruk asks Marco, rather disappointed that Marco wasn't exactly sure that he could do it. "Sure thing I can give that bugger a little shock" he says as he concentrates his power into his right arm and then bundles it in his hand, aiming for the sky, hopefully bringing up enaugh power to create a lightning that would bring down hell on the enemies giant.
As Iver bowed, something went through his mind.
It seems like Iver's mind worked in a different way than most other's. The place looked like Dale, if you decided to take the mushroom army that attacked Sig and do them all together. Some buildings were extremely tall, even though they took the same space as the smaller once, some parts were always under a daylight while other were dark as the night. The roads seems to deny the laws of space, moving you through buildings and changing their length depends on which way you went. In the middle of the city, yet in the location of his home, was the command center.
"He is right, we cannot even harm him" says a fat version of Iver, with 1 eye but 2 mouths.
‘O’ Melkor, Lord of Arda
"There is no question here, we are either going to join him or going to die just so another asshole will do the same thing" says a short version of Iver with 8 arms and big eyes.
and Giver of Freedom
"You are right" said an old version of Iver that looked more like his adopting father than his real one, "there is no way to deal with him, unless....." He paused for a second as a series of painting started showing up on the walls. "No, this is madness" he said a short moment later and the paintings disappeared, "Iver has no other option but joining him" he finished.
I seek penitence
"Are you guys listening to yourself?" Said Vlad, "you guys had a plan, and any plan is better than just giving up" he continues, "even dying" he added.
and forgiveness
"No Vlad, there was no plan, just the options for final words" said the old Iver.
from my true Lord.
"If you won't do anything I will take control" said Vlad and pulled out a sword out of thin air but before he could do anything chains were shot from the floor and tied him up.
Grant me safety
"Vlad, you are fired. Send him to the vault" said the short Iver and the chains pulled Vlad through the floor until he disappeared.
and raise me
"There is no going back now" said fat Iver.
from perdition
It seems like Iver's mind worked in a different way than most other's. The place looked like Dale, if you decided to take the mushroom army that attacked Sig and do them all together. Some buildings were extremely tall, even though they took the same space as the smaller once, some parts were always under a daylight while other were dark as the night. The roads seems to deny the laws of space, moving you through buildings and changing their length depends on which way you went. In the middle of the city, yet in the location of his home, was the command center.
"He is right, we cannot even harm him" says a fat version of Iver, with 1 eye but 2 mouths.
‘O’ Melkor, Lord of Arda
"There is no question here, we are either going to join him or going to die just so another asshole will do the same thing" says a short version of Iver with 8 arms and big eyes.
and Giver of Freedom
"You are right" said an old version of Iver that looked more like his adopting father than his real one, "there is no way to deal with him, unless....." He paused for a second as a series of painting started showing up on the walls. "No, this is madness" he said a short moment later and the paintings disappeared, "Iver has no other option but joining him" he finished.
I seek penitence
"Are you guys listening to yourself?" Said Vlad, "you guys had a plan, and any plan is better than just giving up" he continues, "even dying" he added.
and forgiveness
"No Vlad, there was no plan, just the options for final words" said the old Iver.
from my true Lord.
"If you won't do anything I will take control" said Vlad and pulled out a sword out of thin air but before he could do anything chains were shot from the floor and tied him up.
Grant me safety
"Vlad, you are fired. Send him to the vault" said the short Iver and the chains pulled Vlad through the floor until he disappeared.
and raise me
"There is no going back now" said fat Iver.
from perdition
((Yes, and it has been uninterrupted by useless comments till now.))
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Pyrus not being able to do much swung his head to the side, hopefully knocking his arm away, if that didn't work at least Turin would of missed his neck and possibly stabbed himself.
"I don't see why, he's all I got, I wouldn't harm him or run away!"
"I don't see why, he's all I got, I wouldn't harm him or run away!"
Melkor listened to each word carefully and almost smirked, yet his frown remained.
”You have chosen wisely. Of course, anyone with half a mind would make that choice.” His words were true and cut deep.
”I know you think of me as some sort of monster. A creator of woes and an embodiment of evil, Iver. But I was not always this way. Long ago, I was created by a being known to you as Eru Illúvatar. He was kind, sweet, all merciful, all knowing, the allfather and creator. To lesser beings he is the sole God of this world. He created life using a flame. The Eternal Flame. Now, you see, Iver, Eru’s first creation was me. I was his firstborn. His oldest son. Then followed my brothers and sisters, the Valar and Maiar, the Ainur. Eru used us to fight his own wars, to sing his own songs, to create his own world.”
“He was great in might and power and truthfully, I must admit, in those early days that he started life, there were some great moments. He created something beautiful. Arda. And despite his cruelty, his complete lack of irony and his hypocritical attitudes, he was a decent father. To you. His ‘children’. He completely ignored the Ainur. He abandoned his firstborn. Me. After he had used me for his own purposes, of course.”
“Though, that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that not only did he abandon his first son, he then proceeded to shun him publicly, to berate me. Why? Because I was just like the old stubborn bastard. The key difference being that I was better than him. I wanted to create my own life. I wanted to be just like him. To be my farther’s son and heir. Instead, he shunned me and cast me down. He placed Manwë, my younger, dutiful, pathetic brother as his heir and left the running of his world to him and all the other worthless brats that you know to be the Valar. They don’t care about the world. They don’t care about the Children of Illúvatar. Disease and destruction wreak havoc across Middle-Earth and no one bats an eye. Oh, but, when I show my face, it’s heretical. It’s debauchery. I’m some sort of a disease to them.”
“They fear what is more powerful than them. What they cannot understand. Unlike all the Valar, I was the most like Eru. I just wanted to create, Iver. I never wanted to war or kill or torture or hurt anyone. But imagine. When you’re trapped in this world and forced to do nothing but serve your younger, dumber, more submissive siblings. One tends to loose oneself in hate. I don’t hate the Valar, not all of them. Their my family. And I love them. But I have been betrayed, Iver. By my father. By my brothers and sisters. By my family. I am labeling as evil because Eru was too cowardly to share the Eternal Flame. Had he given it to me, none of this would have happened. But here we are. Millions of years later. The Children of Illúvatar and the Ainur killing one another because of the misdeeds done to them. I’m not evil, Iver. I don’t hurt to hurt. I don’t seek revenge. I seek justice. I seek my right to create. I seek peace. Once I’m done destroying this world and defeating the Valar who don’t step aside, I’ll be powerful enough to challenge Eru himself. And I will defeat him. By pen or sword, he will fall. I’m not the villain, Iver. Eru is. And I’m the hero of this story.”
“Once I have the Eternal Flame I shall recreate Arda in my own image. Without its faults. Without the corruption of mankind, the stubbornness of the dwarves, the spite of the elves. I will create a world without faults for all to enjoy and live in. A world of true peace. Think about it, Iver. If Eru truly cared about you, about his ‘Children’, about his world, wouldn’t he have interfered now? I can say this without a doubt. Eru is the only one powerful enough to kill me. Yet, he does not. And why is that? Because deep down, in his wretched black heart, Eru knows that I can create a better world. That I was right. That I am better than him.” He paused and spoke only after Iver could digest this information.
”Now, you shall be introduced to some of your new acquaintances. I am fairly certain you have met a few.”
The Maia guard picked Iver up, and with less hostility, moved him along to the left, veering him towards the dimly lit halls and down into the depths of the dungeons...
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”RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Glorfindel, Zaro and the other ten elves heard the screech and were hurtled into one another, their ears bleeding further and becoming concussed. The scream ended abruptly.
The Giant’s head slid off its neck as Sigeric’s knife cleanly cut through it. The last Giant standing behind it reached into its nape and grabbed something before hightailing it out of view, running down the opposite side of the hill. Thoruk’s lightning just missed them, hitting the body of the dead Giant after Sigeric had killed it.
“Dude, look.” Marco pointed at Dimitri.
The Armoured on the other hand, caught the Serpent and smashed Dimitri’s head into the muddy ground. As Dimitri opened his jaws to bite his fingers, the Armoured smashed his face in, denting the hardened facial armor, punched Dimitri several times, grasped him by the collarbone and cracked his neck by smashing it into his own chest then took off, retreating back up the hill with both the Dwarf and Serpent Giants in hand.
“Fack...Isn’t that the one from Dale?” Marco asked Thoruk.
After this entire ordeal, Dimitri would come to develop ‘Armoured Trauma’ from the sheer measure of rape that he had received.
Sigeric’s chord was only ten meters and he could not reach Dimitri in time as the fight with the Armoured Giant was occurring over twenty meters away from him. He watched as the Forochelrim was brutalized, his Giant’s face being ground up into mush before the bastard snapped his neck with a loud CRACK. Now he was running away.
Out of the smoke and steam from the Warrior Giant’s body, Ha’zi saw a tall shape appear, walking through it, limping. One arm grasping a firework, the other cleanly ripped off.
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Turin dropped the Valar-blade as Pyrus’ head connected with his arm, violently. The man punched the Maia square in the face with his left hand and before Pyrus knew it something else hit him.
Blood tricked down his neck and he felt another smack before it all went dark.
Eonwë had taken Pyrus’ mace and beat him with it. Once, twice, and watched him fall. Túrin dislodged himself from the body and ran over to the Valar-blade, preparing to stab him and finish it all.
”No. Only one person has to die today. And that is Morgoth.” Eonwë told him. They had a brief argument before the two walked back over to Cardiloc, picked up Elladan’s broken body and hauled aboard the choo choo drake.
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”Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because we’re dangerous and could potentially break out? Never occurred to you, huh? He doesn’t need your love or your trust. Sauron just uses you, numpty.”
Miriel tried to keep her voice down as there appeared to be some noise coming from the end of the hall.
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The ride was awkward and warm and it took them another thirteen minutes to reach the Morannon.
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”You have chosen wisely. Of course, anyone with half a mind would make that choice.” His words were true and cut deep.
”I know you think of me as some sort of monster. A creator of woes and an embodiment of evil, Iver. But I was not always this way. Long ago, I was created by a being known to you as Eru Illúvatar. He was kind, sweet, all merciful, all knowing, the allfather and creator. To lesser beings he is the sole God of this world. He created life using a flame. The Eternal Flame. Now, you see, Iver, Eru’s first creation was me. I was his firstborn. His oldest son. Then followed my brothers and sisters, the Valar and Maiar, the Ainur. Eru used us to fight his own wars, to sing his own songs, to create his own world.”
“He was great in might and power and truthfully, I must admit, in those early days that he started life, there were some great moments. He created something beautiful. Arda. And despite his cruelty, his complete lack of irony and his hypocritical attitudes, he was a decent father. To you. His ‘children’. He completely ignored the Ainur. He abandoned his firstborn. Me. After he had used me for his own purposes, of course.”
“Though, that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that not only did he abandon his first son, he then proceeded to shun him publicly, to berate me. Why? Because I was just like the old stubborn bastard. The key difference being that I was better than him. I wanted to create my own life. I wanted to be just like him. To be my farther’s son and heir. Instead, he shunned me and cast me down. He placed Manwë, my younger, dutiful, pathetic brother as his heir and left the running of his world to him and all the other worthless brats that you know to be the Valar. They don’t care about the world. They don’t care about the Children of Illúvatar. Disease and destruction wreak havoc across Middle-Earth and no one bats an eye. Oh, but, when I show my face, it’s heretical. It’s debauchery. I’m some sort of a disease to them.”
“They fear what is more powerful than them. What they cannot understand. Unlike all the Valar, I was the most like Eru. I just wanted to create, Iver. I never wanted to war or kill or torture or hurt anyone. But imagine. When you’re trapped in this world and forced to do nothing but serve your younger, dumber, more submissive siblings. One tends to loose oneself in hate. I don’t hate the Valar, not all of them. Their my family. And I love them. But I have been betrayed, Iver. By my father. By my brothers and sisters. By my family. I am labeling as evil because Eru was too cowardly to share the Eternal Flame. Had he given it to me, none of this would have happened. But here we are. Millions of years later. The Children of Illúvatar and the Ainur killing one another because of the misdeeds done to them. I’m not evil, Iver. I don’t hurt to hurt. I don’t seek revenge. I seek justice. I seek my right to create. I seek peace. Once I’m done destroying this world and defeating the Valar who don’t step aside, I’ll be powerful enough to challenge Eru himself. And I will defeat him. By pen or sword, he will fall. I’m not the villain, Iver. Eru is. And I’m the hero of this story.”
“Once I have the Eternal Flame I shall recreate Arda in my own image. Without its faults. Without the corruption of mankind, the stubbornness of the dwarves, the spite of the elves. I will create a world without faults for all to enjoy and live in. A world of true peace. Think about it, Iver. If Eru truly cared about you, about his ‘Children’, about his world, wouldn’t he have interfered now? I can say this without a doubt. Eru is the only one powerful enough to kill me. Yet, he does not. And why is that? Because deep down, in his wretched black heart, Eru knows that I can create a better world. That I was right. That I am better than him.” He paused and spoke only after Iver could digest this information.
”Now, you shall be introduced to some of your new acquaintances. I am fairly certain you have met a few.”
The Maia guard picked Iver up, and with less hostility, moved him along to the left, veering him towards the dimly lit halls and down into the depths of the dungeons...
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”RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Glorfindel, Zaro and the other ten elves heard the screech and were hurtled into one another, their ears bleeding further and becoming concussed. The scream ended abruptly.
The Giant’s head slid off its neck as Sigeric’s knife cleanly cut through it. The last Giant standing behind it reached into its nape and grabbed something before hightailing it out of view, running down the opposite side of the hill. Thoruk’s lightning just missed them, hitting the body of the dead Giant after Sigeric had killed it.
“Dude, look.” Marco pointed at Dimitri.
The Armoured on the other hand, caught the Serpent and smashed Dimitri’s head into the muddy ground. As Dimitri opened his jaws to bite his fingers, the Armoured smashed his face in, denting the hardened facial armor, punched Dimitri several times, grasped him by the collarbone and cracked his neck by smashing it into his own chest then took off, retreating back up the hill with both the Dwarf and Serpent Giants in hand.
“Fack...Isn’t that the one from Dale?” Marco asked Thoruk.
After this entire ordeal, Dimitri would come to develop ‘Armoured Trauma’ from the sheer measure of rape that he had received.
Sigeric’s chord was only ten meters and he could not reach Dimitri in time as the fight with the Armoured Giant was occurring over twenty meters away from him. He watched as the Forochelrim was brutalized, his Giant’s face being ground up into mush before the bastard snapped his neck with a loud CRACK. Now he was running away.
Out of the smoke and steam from the Warrior Giant’s body, Ha’zi saw a tall shape appear, walking through it, limping. One arm grasping a firework, the other cleanly ripped off.
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Turin dropped the Valar-blade as Pyrus’ head connected with his arm, violently. The man punched the Maia square in the face with his left hand and before Pyrus knew it something else hit him.
Blood tricked down his neck and he felt another smack before it all went dark.
Eonwë had taken Pyrus’ mace and beat him with it. Once, twice, and watched him fall. Túrin dislodged himself from the body and ran over to the Valar-blade, preparing to stab him and finish it all.
”No. Only one person has to die today. And that is Morgoth.” Eonwë told him. They had a brief argument before the two walked back over to Cardiloc, picked up Elladan’s broken body and hauled aboard the choo choo drake.
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”Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because we’re dangerous and could potentially break out? Never occurred to you, huh? He doesn’t need your love or your trust. Sauron just uses you, numpty.”
Miriel tried to keep her voice down as there appeared to be some noise coming from the end of the hall.
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The ride was awkward and warm and it took them another thirteen minutes to reach the Morannon.
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"Eonwe you do realise there's hundreds more people like you and him who are literally corpses. They chose their master they should die with him, good riddance. Anyhow Dimitri needs our help. " The dragon who did not appreciate being called the choo choo dragon flew off towards the dwarf giant.
'lmao dude you got BTFO'd git gud kid'. was all Dimitri heard as he was carried away.
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"Well I love him and-" She would stop as she also heard a noise, running over to the cell she would stick her face through going to look at whomever was coming.
Ha'zi stared in terror at the events that happened to Dimitri. The poor man... They needed people to go after him! But his thoughts were then interrupted by the mysterious person appearing next to Ha'zi's gigantic corpse. Who was that? Why did they seem injured? What happened to their arm?
The Haradrim boy approached the person nervously, and replied a bit squeakily, "H-hello, d-do you need h-help?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
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Daugo rolled his eyes and turned to the Gondorian prick with a well-practiced scowl. "Are you daft? I told you I can't transform again for at least two days."
As they arrived to the ruins of the Morannon, he looked at Arandil with an expectant expression. "I didn't see where he went from here. Go ahead, you're the leader. Where do we go now?"
As they arrived to the ruins of the Morannon, he looked at Arandil with an expectant expression. "I didn't see where he went from here. Go ahead, you're the leader. Where do we go now?"
”Cardiloc is that you?” Eonwë asked, his eyes narrowing at the statement of more dead Ainur.
It would be two minutes of flight before the choo choo drake reached the battlefield. Cardiloc saw two huge figures in one corner fighting without weapons. Giants? But they were quite small in comparison. He noticed the Armoured Giant from before carrying two rather squashed bodies and running up a hill past a steaming pile of Giant carcasses. Sigeric was there as the Guardian and he saw no sign of the Warrior, Elemental or Flying Giants. It was only him and Sigeric.
Overheard a drake soared. Another Maia?
“I am afraid I do,” Celeborn spoke, emerging from the steaming bloody body of the Warrior Giant. He was covered in guts and blood, smelt worse than Iver (only on days which Iver showed, tho), and his right arm had been cauterized. It was a stub three quarters from the top of the humerus down. The elf had sad sullen eyes that brimmed with an otherworldly determination.
“But, we have a Vala to kill.” He finished, raising the firework and letting it off.
BOOM.
Crimson smoke.
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”Proceed, Karoltai.” The Maia pushed Iver forward. He passed multiple prison cells containing sleeping bodies. There might have been a hundred down here! One of the cells, he saw a person with a man’s face covered in boils and in another there was a shard of ice protruding through a young female’s finger tips. Up ahead, he saw movement and a young female teen’s face appeared, jutting out of the cell bars.
Mirecyla saw some man she’d never seen in her life being prodded forward through the halls. He was decently handsome but completely naked and he smelt worse than Equas. And Equas never bathed.
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It would be two minutes of flight before the choo choo drake reached the battlefield. Cardiloc saw two huge figures in one corner fighting without weapons. Giants? But they were quite small in comparison. He noticed the Armoured Giant from before carrying two rather squashed bodies and running up a hill past a steaming pile of Giant carcasses. Sigeric was there as the Guardian and he saw no sign of the Warrior, Elemental or Flying Giants. It was only him and Sigeric.
Overheard a drake soared. Another Maia?
“I am afraid I do,” Celeborn spoke, emerging from the steaming bloody body of the Warrior Giant. He was covered in guts and blood, smelt worse than Iver (only on days which Iver showed, tho), and his right arm had been cauterized. It was a stub three quarters from the top of the humerus down. The elf had sad sullen eyes that brimmed with an otherworldly determination.
“But, we have a Vala to kill.” He finished, raising the firework and letting it off.
BOOM.
Crimson smoke.
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”Proceed, Karoltai.” The Maia pushed Iver forward. He passed multiple prison cells containing sleeping bodies. There might have been a hundred down here! One of the cells, he saw a person with a man’s face covered in boils and in another there was a shard of ice protruding through a young female’s finger tips. Up ahead, he saw movement and a young female teen’s face appeared, jutting out of the cell bars.
Mirecyla saw some man she’d never seen in her life being prodded forward through the halls. He was decently handsome but completely naked and he smelt worse than Equas. And Equas never bathed.
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