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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Sigeric dropped his greatsword, and reached down to pick up the crystal, feeling disoriented and detached from reality as he saw his own body within. Carrying it with him was less than ideal, but he had to pursue the Armoured Giant.

"Cardiloc! Cut off his retreat! Be wary of harming Dimitri!"

Sigeric ran after the fleeing Karoltai, careful not to allow his cord to touch the ground and become caught on any object. As he closed the distance, he began to conjure a jagged-tipped spear.
 
DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH

The Armoured Giant charged up to the hilltop and over it, Sigeric catching a glimpse of its whitish blonde hair before it descended.

All around the battle had finished. Glorfindel and Zaro were recovering from their injuries, Marco and Thoruk watched hopelessly as another of their friends were captured, Karstir and Harros found Lord Celeborn alive, though, not fairly well. So many had died. Amongst them were Eurgund and Beredur, two elves Daugo and Zaro had known. There were less than twenty elves left alive.

In the distance, the obelisks were still maintaining their hue of blue energy which cut off the Udun Valley from the rest of Mordor.

To the southeast, the laughs of Tulkas Astaldo echoed through the Plateau of Gorgoroth.

Dimitri was unconscious after the beating that was dealt to him. His body still in the nape of the Dwarf, being hauled in the Armoured Giant’s left hand.

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"Yes obviously Eonwe." The dragon replied.
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Card flew after the escaping armoured giant, he would NOT let him get away. Once the dragon got close he unleashed a torrent of flame upon that bastards head.
 
The Armoured continued sprinting. The flames burnt his light blonde hair away but did nothing to pierce his skin.

Cardiloc saw him racing towards a fortress in the distance, and fighting about two hundred meters from it were two huge figures. The one with the golden hair and muscular body who had beaten the Leviathan with a couple of punches was hammering away at some poor fellow who was taunting him with insults and mockeries.

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Ha'zi's jaw dropped at the sight of the thought-to-be-fallen elf. "Celeborn! Celeborn... i- i thought you were dead!" He exclaimed, tears coming down his face in joy. "I'd hug you if.. well... you know..." Ha'zi laughs awkwardly, staring distastefully at his stumps for a brief second, before turning towards the elf, sadness pouring into his voice. "Celeborn, I.. I'm so, so sorry for this. I.. i couldn't control that fucking thing. It- it w-wasn't m-me." He stops, his voice now breaking. "I.. it.. made me kill. Kill. So. Many. I-i thought.. I thought it m-made me k-kill you. T-that you were r-really dead. I'm sorry. Please f-forgive me." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Sigeric followed the Armoured Giant over the hill, Morgoth's imposing fortress catching his eye. They could not allow the enemy Giant to make it to the safety of its walls. The thing was fast, but hopefully the giant corpses that it was dragging along would slow it down.
 
”My Lord!” Karstir approached, “Are you in need of assistance?”
“Yes.” Celeborn replied, his voice almost dull. He looked at Ha’zi with cold eyes and said nothing. That was the worst part. At least Glorfindel expressed his anger and resentment. What was Celeborn thinking? How did he feel? Was he even sane?

“Gather the remainder of our forces. I witnessed the Vala Tulkas come to our aid. We fight with him.” Celeborn spoke.

“But sir, there’s only us few and most are exhausted from the fight. How shall we fight when we have so little of us left?” Harros asked.

“We’ve come too far.” Celeborn replaced his firework with one of the blades on the floor, “If we turn back without result, every death, this entire mission, will have been for nothing. Our comrades are looking down on us, Harros. They’re asking what it was all for. What they had sacrificed their lives for. Over that hill,” he pointed his short sword to where the Guardian Giant was running, “That is our target. We locate Morgoth and finish the job. Or we take as many of his servants down with us. That is the only way for us to repay the deaths of our fallen brothers and sisters.”

He then exclaimed out to the battlefield, his voice cracking with renewed vigor, “ALL SOLDIERS! CONVERGE OVER THAT HILL AND SUPPORT TULKAS!” He raised the blade and with his remaining strength and charged.

“YOUR HEARTS AND SOULS FOR MIDDLE-EARTH!”

Sigeric was slowly, yet, surely catching up. Fourty meters. Thirty meters. The Armoured Giant was slowing but it had reached the midway point to the fortress. Twenty meters. Ten meters. It twisted around and stood its ground as Sigeric’s spear finished, facing him. In one of its hands was the Serpent Giant which it tossed behind it in one swift flick, and in the other was Dimitri. The Armoured held the Dwarf Giant’s body out as a shield in front of it, protecting its lower jaw and upper chest with Dimitri.

Behind the Armoured, stood a smaller Giant, the last ten meter. It seemed unwilling to join in the combat and on its shoulder stood another man with a fierce brown beard and light brown hair. He was dressed like a knight yet lacked a helmet and called out to the Guardian and Hybrid Giants

“Stop! I want to talk!”

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Ha'zi stood there, stunned and still moping. Celeborn barely gave him a thought. With good reason, of course. He fucking ate the elf, and his arm was literally in front of him, a dark reminder of his cruel rampage. Now the Lord charged towards what would probably be his death without faltering. And what would Ha'zi do? He couldn't fight, couldn't transform, couldn't really do anything besides walk and run and speak.

But he had to try. Had to focus. He could still help them, prove himself to them that he wasn't some monster. That the Haradrim boy wasn't some mindless creature. He had to heal. He took a few deep breaths to calm down, focusing on some slither of tranquility, and thought of his limbs healing, changing from stumps to long arms as they were before. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Iver was confused, he didn't expect seeing a little girl in here.
"What? How old are you" he replied.
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"Technically I'm 13 but I suppose I'm much older. You still didn't answer my question though." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
 
"No, I was just burned by a Drake and charged 2 giants and some Maiar naked, the last part happened more than once" he said remembering his failed escape plans.
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Eonwë raised his eyebrows. His swordarm had not healed and he glanced back at Pyrus’ body. Blood was spilling across the cracked Mordor dirt and he felt pity for the Maia of Aüle. He didn’t deserve this death.

”Cardiloc, please understand that you and I are among the sole causes of all these deaths. Because of our failures on the island, so many have perished. Their blood has stained our hands. Tread lightly when speaking of my kin.”

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Ha’zi’s stumps refused to heal. He had transformed a total of four times today and his body had taken enough damage as it is. His face was still bloody and his hair covered with dirt and other liquids.

The Celeborn and the elves charged over the hill towards certain death.

“We didn’t have a damn choice!” Tytus yelled at Cardiloc. He was but a man standing on the shoulder of Equas’ Mimic Giant.

“Both sides have suffered loses. Before we suffer some more, I plead, that you here me out. Surrender. Once you do we’ll be able to talk like civilized folk. I promise you no harm and that you’ll be able to meet your friends again. We have the Flying Shifter and Berethor,” he paused, “I mean, the Armoured Giant, has what I presume is the Dwarf. Cease this bloody fight and we can talk, okay?”

At that moment Glorfindel reached the summit of the hill and sprinted down towards the Armoured Giant, grunting with each stride, two blades risen in anger.

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The Guard pushed Iver forward and shoved him against a wall with one hand, using his other he flicked it across the locks of the cell opposite to Mirecyla. Inside there lay a sleeping woman on a bed. Her hands were frozen white and her hair as white as snowflakes.

“Touch her at your own peril.” The Maia laughed and shoved Iver inside. There was nowhere else aside from the bed to sit down on, yet, the woman took much of it up. She was very beautiful, her hair contrasted to most of the females Iver had fallen for. Like Ilmarë, most had dark hair or were brunettes but this was a very fair blonde.

The cell locked behind Iver and he was trapped.

A voice spoke up from behind the little girl.
“Welcome to our personal prison, Iver. Don’t hope on them giving you anything to wear when it gets cold.” Iver recognized Miriel, sitting in the far corner of the opposite cell from him, behind the child. She looked worse than him, her eyes a dark red as if she’d been crying.

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"You had a choice by approaching us peacefully instead you brainwashed my friend into betraying us. You ambushed our forces and so initiated the conflict." He snarled to the deceptive giant. "Prove that you have the flying giant, or else your words are empty lies. I see two giants against your precious armoured giant. Not just that but the Herald of Manwe as well. You must surrender and we will consider peace talks." The dragon stubbornly refused, he poised to strike.
 
The Armoured Giant’s mouth opened and it growled.

“Berethor don’t.” Tytus ordered him down like a pet dog.

“We didn’t have a choice. I can’t explain why, you just have to trust in my word, which I can imagine holds very little sway amongst you. It’s understandable but the situations force us to. They have our families. If we betray them, we loose everyone who’s counting on us to succeed. We don’t have a choice,” he repeated.

Glorfindel screamed, “Quiet down and die, sons of Morgoth!” He approached the Armoured Giant’s feet and started to slash at them. His blades broke upon impact causing not even a dent to the Giant’s hardened skin. “Damn monsters.” Glorfindel smacked against the thing’s feet. The Armoured kept hold of the Dwarf, reached down and grasped the elf and raised him up to look at him.

“Careful, elfling. My friend can squash you in a second. As a gesture of good will,” he paused and looked at the Guardian Giant, “We will return the elf. We don’t need him. Berethor,” he snapped his fingers, “Drop him.”

The Armoured Giant grunted, lowered his hand and opened it, dropping Glorfindel to the ground. The elf continued to punch at it’s feet in vain.

“And don’t test Berethor. He’s fought twice as many of you and won. If you want to loose, then try him. But know that I warned you, dragon. Look around the field for your Flyer friend. Do you see him? Where could he be? It’s obvious. The Dark Lord has him and we can’t do squat to help him. Surrender before Morgoth presents himself and kills all of us for our incompetence and disobedience. Otherwise....” Tytus glanced at Berethor.

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Damnit. Ha'zi held back tears from the thought of his own uselessness and looked around at the field around him. He was as helpful as the dead, although they actually served a purpose in this battle for what they believed in. Meanwhile, Ha'zi over here had done nothing but slaughter his friends with no free will to even think about stopping it and the only 'battle' he won resulted in a series of unfortunate events that led to this madness. How many of these bodies were the result of his rampage? What were their thoughts when they saw Ha'zi, one of the people, the Karoltai, they were supposed to give their lives for to protect, begin a kill-frenzy and seemingly swallow one of their leaders? It must have been devastating. Tears came down his face again, now for the fallen soldiers here.

He was a monster. All these deaths were because of him; not just from his raging time, but from before that. If he actually tried to escape with Iver, this wouldn't have happened. If he actually succeeded in his attack earlier against Sauron's army, this wouldn't have happened. If he hadn't been so foolish and blinded by what he thought was love, this wouldn't have happened. But, it happened. And all their blood, staining the rocky ground, was from him.

Ha'zi closed his eyes as the red hot tears of failure streamed down his face. He was done. He couldn't keep doing this. The more he 'helped', only more bodies would follow. He should just sit out, so no more would be harmed by his monstrous ways. And Ha'zi, to top those thoughts off, was exhausted. Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually- whatever you want to call it doesn't matter, because he fucking felt it. From the bloodshed, the horrors brought upon him from Iver's parts, the heart shattering from Miriel, to even the mind shattering by that one girl. He was exhausted from all this chaos.

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”Awake.”

Ha’zi rose on a flat plane. The ground was white sand like the deserts of Harad and stretched out for miles around him. His arms were back and his entire body healed. Above him was the sun, burning brightly. No signs of life or vegetatation were displayed across the barren waste and it seemed to stretch for miles in each direction. Strangely enough, there was no heat. Not any that he could feel, anyway.

”Awake.” The voice repeated. Ha’zi could see something above him. A shadow of a man. He had alabaster skin, gloomy black pupils and tied back raven hair. His eyes seemed half-shut and he looked to be almost in a sleep like catatonic state.

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"Huh? W-who are you?" Ha'zi curiously asked, taken aback by the figure and the strange place he was in. Where was he? In some dream place like the last time? And that voice.. he thought it was the same one from last time. Was this him? He awaited the answer to his first while the others rolled around in his head. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
”It matters not, Ha’zi Mor,” The voice spoke, seemingly all around him. The man’s mouth remained shut as he stared down, almost judgingly at Ha’zi.

”What matters is that you did not heed our words the last time we met. I showed you the future. Your future. The Tower of the Guard destroyed in a blastwave. Half a million souls are lost in that instant. Half a million lives ended like the dying breath of a flickering candle. You cannot fail, Ha’zi Mor. You must continue. Even when you feel it is for nothing. Even against the tides of your allies and foes, mounting upon you. You must continue. Even when the entire world hates you. Even when the very people you call your family turn on you. You must continue. For the sake of Arda and all its folk-“ The figure blinked for the first time breaking the statue-like spell it seemed to be in.

”You must continue.”

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Zaro was about to go over the hil til he saw Glorifindel was staying put. He was so focused on killing the giants that he probably didn't even hear the command. "Glorifindel! Celeborn is alive! He is urging us to help tulkas!!"
 
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