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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Mirecyla would giggle and pick up the sword examining it, crossing her arms behind her back she would skip over to the crying maia and examine the sword once again. "Whats wrong darling? Afraid of mama Mirecy" She would say, slapping her ass with the flat side of the sword, giggling she would climb onto of the the maia and brush her face with her hand whispering in her ear "I like them wet." She rested the sword at the Laryx and thrusted once giggling again. "You've been a baaaad maia." She would tell her, before plunging the sword into her throat.
 
The warm feeling pleasured Dimitri greatly, and he felt even more enjoyable at the sight of his Lord, the mighty, invincible Tulkas making Morgoth look like nothing but some pest. He would have to find a time to praise the Vala for his incredible strength and power, but for now the Forochelrim stared in awe at the fisting.
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"Fuck fuck fuck, shit shit shit." A steady repeat of various curses played harmoniously through Ha'zi's head as shit hit the fan even worse. Not only was Morgoth out in the open, but Tulkas was beating the crap out of him! And he had to... to stop Tulkas? How was this possible? What should he do? When was his help arriving?

He tried closing his eyes, as he remembered the voices once came to him when he was awake, would he be able to communicate back? He'd have to find out. "Mandos, I really need help out here. Do you have any tips on what I should do or when your friend will come to help? I kind of need an answer soon... like right now." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Time has been slow but was hurrying up now. The blade plunged into his neck and the Maiar started to scream, a look of confusion crossing his face before the fëa, his soul, exploded in white light and he died, going limp.

The sounds of the fight returned quickly and Iver stood there with the Maiar-blade in hand over the dead body. Miriel untangled her legs and looked up at him, “Wha-what was that?”

Meanwhile, the Maia cried softly before her groans were turned into gurgles as she bled to death with her a sword in her throat.

“Gawdamn,” Equas said, watching it all happen.

“Mirecyla, you need help.” Tytus shook his head and left her.

Around them the fight was dying down as the guards were wiped out and killed off. The last retreating.

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There was no response for Ha’zi. His mind was as blank as the deserts that he had grown up in.

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”Oi, she’s waking up!” Lasser shouted from the back of the hallway.
“Aranel’s coming!” A female screamed and pushed through the crowds.
“Fuck,” Miriel said as a horde of people shoved past them making for the exit, “We have to leave now. Forget the armoury, forget your clothes, forget everything, now make for the stairs.” She stood up and started to sprint through the horde, surging forward towards the staircase.

At the back of the prison, Iver saw through the clumps of people, someone, a woman, in the last cell. She had fine silky red hair and high cheekbones. Her eyes were shut at first but she was moving, slowly arising on the bed. She had many similarities to Miriel. Her nose, her hair, the little specs of freckles donned her cheeks. She was beautiful if Iver ignored the fact that everyone seemed to be running away from her. There were some prisoners still trapped at the rear, nearest to her cell, who screamed and cried for help yet no one came. Whoever this Aranel was they all seemed to fear her.

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”She killed a dozen of our friends in a single day,” Thule said bumping into Iver.
“It’s not that. It’s that she’s a monster who’ll kill all of us to become stronger,” Miriel explained.
“That monster was our friend. And your sister.” Thule argued with Miriel, “Its what Sauron did to her that made her this way. She wasn’t like it before,” Thule paused, “Before she killed for the first time.”
Miriel’s eyes darkened. “All you need to know is that she will kill each and every one of us in this room, Iver. Whether out of spite, sport or for her own survival, she’ll kill. Especially us.” They pushed their way through the hallway and towards the stairs, trampling the corpses of Maia in the process.

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Miriel shrugged, “Killing people like us. I guess. If you want to see you can stay behind, but I am not going anywhere near her.” Miriel zipped through the crowd in a hurry and mounted the staircase. Thule followed her, taking Iver’s hand, “Please do not speak of Aranel around Miriel. Aranel killed Miriel’s younger sister. There’s bad blood there.” She led him up the stairs with the others, her hand wasn’t cold and was actually quite warm to the touch.

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Iver made a mental note and ran with Thule, he made sure he is not dropping the Maia blade as she grabbed his hand, it was nice.
 
Standing up she would pull the sword from the Maia's throat examining her armor to see if it would fit her when she heard a shout. One that terrified even her. Deciding that the armor wouldn't fit her she started to rush out the cells sword in hand. "Let's skedaddle!"
 
”This way!” Tytus yelled as they rushed out of the dungeons and into the halls of the Fortress. He led them away from the Throne Room and towards an alcove. Once there he and Evenis pride open a cover, pulled a lever and an entire section of the wall opened to reveal a cylindrical tunnel of earth and dirt.

“One at a time,” Tytus said, allowing people through.

In the process of doing this, Mirecyla saw Raddis, the tall black man speaking with others like Penduilas in private. They seemed to be arguing about something and the bigger fellow blew off Penduilas.

“Go through, hurry,” Tytus pushed Miriel through, then Evenis, followed by Equas, then came Thule and lastly Iver. The tunnel was warm and hot as he ran through it. Iver was short enough not to need to crouch and managed to emerge from the other side into what seemed like a dirt room. There was a hatch in one corner and a ladder made of stone concealed into the wall leading up from it. Already people were streaming through like a flooding river and soon Iver found himself pushed up and unto it.

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The Maiar-blade remained in his grasp as he was forced to climb out of the hole and exited it. He was outside the fortress, out in an open valley. Around him was grassland and a river flowed to the south-east. It was actually beautiful if you ingnored the intimidating appearance of the castle. Then he saw him. His enemy, his father-killer.

The Armoured Giant. It stood crouching at one end of the valley, hidden amidst a dozen trees. He began to walk forward towards the group of people.

“What is your name?” Thule intoned, “Mine is Thule. We did not exactly have anytime for proper introductions down there,” she smiled a bit at the issue of the prison-break.

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"You're an idiot," Daugo said flatly, "a fucking idiot. Of course I knew what you were trying to do, I was helping you sell it. Why, why did you talk about it RIGHT TO HIS FACE?" He face-palmed. "I'm not going down that gorge."

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Sauron looked at Harros with a withering gaze. He expected his eyes to still carry some effect on the Children of Ilúvatar. It mattered not. He regarded the fight. It soon became glaringly obvious why his Lord had not yet come.

Surely this was a feint? Surely, Melkor Bauglir, Morgoth himself, the very Enemy of the West was still mighty enough to hold his ground against the likes of Tulkas?
 
”TUUUULLKKAAAAAAAASSS-“, the Vala cried his own name as he rose into the air and came down upon Morgoth with fists and fury. Morgoth’s right hand intercepted it, having been disarmed of Grond, he reached out to stop Tulkas.

”SMMMMAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHH!!”

A wave of air, dust, dirt and sand fulminated as their hands collided, blinding them all. Their ears ring from the sound waves created and the impact of such power left a smoking crater in the place where Morgoth stood. When the dust settled, Tulkas’ fist was clutched in Morgoth’s grasp. Both in tandem, equally matched. Tulkas’ other fist was placed against Morgoth’s shield and dented it but did not break it. Morgoth was being pushed back and he yelled with his might, shoving Tulkas forward. Morgoth flew forth and brought his fist down but the Vala was too quick, jumping and grasping ahold of Morgoth’s belly in a bear-like grip, squashing the armor, breaking pieces of it off and wrestling him to the ground.

Another crash, another crater, more dust. Morgoth kicked and throttled and punched and screamed as Tulkas laughed and held him down. Slowly, though, Grond began to move and flew out to smack the Vala in his chuckling mouth. Tulkas’ hold broke and Morgoth freed himself, rearing his shield-arm and bringing it down on Tulkas’ chest. For the first time, Tulkas groaned, a small whimper, in agony.

The tide had turned. In the distance, the sun was falling beneath the Mountains of Shadow. Hope was fading.

Túrin Turambar remained hidden and nearby, watching the fight, waiting for his moment to strike.

Eönwë walked past the Noldor and looked down on his brother, he was ignoring the fight, seemingly disinterested
”May I have a word with him?” The ex-herald asked Celeborn who merely tilted his head in reply. Harros stood back and Eönwë crouched to stare at his brother. He did not speak, merely glancing deeply into those fiery eyes.

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Iver looked at the man with anger in his eyes but was soon distracted by Thule.
"Ya, it seems like I arrived at the rush hour" Iver said, "my name is Iver, it's a pleasure to meet you Thule" he added.
 
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"Great conversation we had, Card." Ha'zi mutters under his breath, eyebrow raised, as Dragiloc flies off without even saying anything to his Haradrim friend. Oh well. One last person looking away from Morgoth, at least. He sighed and gazed sadly at the wind-whipping clash. Was it too late? Is Tulkas unable to be stopped? What would happen if Ha'zi failed this honorable mission and Morgoth was killed? Somehow, more death? Even worse destruction? That's what Mandos had said would happen, apparently. It still confused him, but he didn't mind it that much, since he knew he had to stop the chaos regardless.

But there was nothing he could really do now, no one to help him. Unless... did he have access to his giant abilities? Did Ha'zi have enough energy to transform? An interesting thought occurred to him then. Could he.. could he use his abilities outside his giant form? Ha'zi thought he saw, quite a couple times, Thoruk using powers outside the Elemental, like lightning at camp? And didn't he do the same thing earlier when Ha'zi went against Sauron? Could Ha'zi do the same?

If he could, then Ha'zi actually might have a chance against Tulkas! Using the powers of the Elemental to manipulate the battle... well, that would be great, and he could actually get away with it without being noticed. Now, he just had to see if it was possible.... Ha'zi closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted to Thoruk again. How the dwarf was like a storm,  peaceful at times then suddenly violent, like at the orc encounter. Which was actually pretty similar to Ha'zi, but he dismissed that and focused again on his friend. He thought of Thoruk's support with him against the Maiar army, how easily he manipulated the things around him to our advantage. And finally, he thought of how Thoruk so easily accepted the role of chosen one. How it made Ha'zi envy him, and how now it filled the boy with pride as he was the chosen one. He thought, hopefully, that Ha'zi would be as confident as Thoruk is.... [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Something began to swirl around Ha’zi’s armless husks, a small flame burned then sputtered out with a fume. His arms were useless, unable to control it. He’d have to try something else. Yet, this was a success. He had controlled, fire outside his Giant form. But to make it effective?

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”AH! Cardylocks! Come to papa, Ozzie!”

The Destroyer Giant yelled, throwing another barrage straight at the dragon. The rocks pelted and shredded at Cardiloc’s skin, actually ripping off the dragon scales. His left wing ruptured with a hole created by one of the stray rocks. He was falling. Dragiloc was falling.

The distraction gave Sigeric additional time to close the two hundred meter gap.

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Thule bowed her head lightly, “The pleasure is mine, Mister? Iver. Are you a lord or noble? A sire of sorts?” She asked.

Evenis signaled up the Armoured Giant who walked over slowly, creating as little noise as possible. It crouched down next to the man.

“Berethor, everyone woke up. I don’t know how but we have most people. We need to leave here now. So start loading us up onto your shoulders.” Evenis ordered him.

The Armoured’s hands dropped down towards Iver and the other Protos before shouts from the north-west erupted. It was the voice of the Destroyer Giant.

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