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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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Ha’zi was useless. His arms steamed a bit then puttered out.
A great wave of air blasted back from the explosion sending everyone to the ground. Ha’zi was flung backwards and with his stubby hands had difficulty standing. The gates buffeted him around, rolling him further from the fight.
Sauron and Eönwë were knocked back and so were many of the elves, the Champions of Tulkas who surrounded the battle from most sides were hit, even Túrin fell over.
A mushroom cloud rose above where Tulkas landed, blocking their vision.
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”NOPE!!”
The barrage smashed through the remnants of Sigeric’s hammer and came angling at him. The first rock knocked out his left eye, the second smashed through his shoulder, the third broke his kneecap and the rest ricocheted off his body, shredding his skin. Just another 40 meters.
The Destroyer Giant reared it’s ugly bearded head and laughed at Sigeric’s pathetic attempt to reach it. It’s muscular arms reached up and Osman prepared to fight Sigeric in hand-to-hand combat.
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A great wave of air blasted back from the explosion sending everyone to the ground. Ha’zi was flung backwards and with his stubby hands had difficulty standing. The gates buffeted him around, rolling him further from the fight.
Sauron and Eönwë were knocked back and so were many of the elves, the Champions of Tulkas who surrounded the battle from most sides were hit, even Túrin fell over.
A mushroom cloud rose above where Tulkas landed, blocking their vision.
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”NOPE!!”
The barrage smashed through the remnants of Sigeric’s hammer and came angling at him. The first rock knocked out his left eye, the second smashed through his shoulder, the third broke his kneecap and the rest ricocheted off his body, shredding his skin. Just another 40 meters.
The Destroyer Giant reared it’s ugly bearded head and laughed at Sigeric’s pathetic attempt to reach it. It’s muscular arms reached up and Osman prepared to fight Sigeric in hand-to-hand combat.
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Mirecyla would move out of the way, going to use her powers to cause as many as she could to fall, depression arcing through there bodies. "You guys are honestly stupid."
”I know right?” Equas turned up next to Mirecyla, “Bad idea, huh?”
A dozen of the Protos in front of Mirecyla fell, including Raddis and Yellena, convulsing in fear. The black man arose, however, and slowly made his way over to the girl, anger in his eyes.
“He loved you the most,” Raddis said, “More than me. More than even Miriel! How dare you turn your back on him!” He grew in strength as Mirecyla’s power acted on him. The fear, the sorrow, it all made him stronger.
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A dozen of the Protos in front of Mirecyla fell, including Raddis and Yellena, convulsing in fear. The black man arose, however, and slowly made his way over to the girl, anger in his eyes.
“He loved you the most,” Raddis said, “More than me. More than even Miriel! How dare you turn your back on him!” He grew in strength as Mirecyla’s power acted on him. The fear, the sorrow, it all made him stronger.
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Mairon looked at his brother meaningfully before the blast interrupted everything in its vicinity. He was shaken. Shaken to the very core of his essence.
"My lord...?" he said, his voice as soft as breeze on a feather. Horror filled him; he had never seriously considered that Melkor could die, all the more so since, the last time his Master had been incapacitated, he had been sent to the void, but not killed. But now...
All hope was lost.
"My lord...?" he said, his voice as soft as breeze on a feather. Horror filled him; he had never seriously considered that Melkor could die, all the more so since, the last time his Master had been incapacitated, he had been sent to the void, but not killed. But now...
All hope was lost.
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"You think this is fucking easy?" She hissed, concentrating her power in the man. "You think it was easy while you slept and I was a wake? You think its easy being me? Doing what I do? You have no fucking clue shithead. I am more conflicted than any of you. ANY OF YOU. I love him more than you can possibly imagine but I also desire something I was never given to me. A choice of my own. A choice between being my own damn sorry self or being someone else person. You wouldn't understand Raddis. Your sick." She would tell him, pouring all of her powers directly at him, hoping to overload him before he reached her, if that didn't work she would sigh and strike with her sword, going stab him in the heart/chest.
Struggling forward, Sigeric stopped outside of the destroyer's immediate range, waiting for his enemy to approach him. "I expected better of you, Grommie." he said, giving a smile rendered quite morbid by the damage to his face. "Four volleys, and this is all that you could accomplish? I sincerely hope that you're better in hand-to-hand combat." Sigeric waited patiently for his adversay to charge, his hand gripping the cord that was attached to his crystal...
”You traitorous shit-“ Raddis was interrupted.
“CEASE THIS MADNESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” Tytus yelled at them, the sheer power of his voice causing both Raddis and Mirecyla to trip over. Their de facto leader looked down on both of them solemnly.
“This isn’t the time for antics or rivalries. We don’t hurt one another. Otherwise...” He paused glancing around for Miriel, “Otherwise we’ll become like Aranel. We’ll become the monsters they wanted us to be. Raddis, you and whoever wants to stay, can stay. If you try to stop us. I will take you down. The rest of you, divide yourselves. Those who want to leave and those who want to stay. Whoever wants freedom, come over to me. Those who want to stay, go to Raddis.”
The crowd surged towards Tytus with a few strays moving towards Raddis’ side. Equas walked to Tytus with a, “I hope you’re not dumb.”
Mirecyla had a choice to make.
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”RAAAGH, YOU DALISH BASTARD!!”
The Destroyer charged forward, its massive legs thundering on the ground. It wasn’t necessarily fast but it’s reflexes were stunning. It only dawned on Sigeric then that the Destroyer had the combined training of Grimnir and the skills and experienced of Osman, making it a devastating foe. Both hands came around, the right angled for Sigeric’s busted face and the left moving in for his stomach.
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The mushroom cloud kept rising into the dusk sky while the rubble slowly faded.
A massive crater lay where Morgoth had stood and at its bottom lay his body. No. Not Morgoth’s body. Something else. The face of the oldest Ainur, he was no longer filled with hate and malice, only peace. Melkor’s face. The Vala was motionless. Still.
Ha’zi recognized it as the figure the Trickster was hugging in the tapestry of his family. Melkor. Not Morgoth. This was before he became the Dark Lord.
Tulkas stood, hovering triumphantly over his Enemy. He let out a slow laugh and pat his hands together.
”Too easy.”
“CEASE THIS MADNESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” Tytus yelled at them, the sheer power of his voice causing both Raddis and Mirecyla to trip over. Their de facto leader looked down on both of them solemnly.
“This isn’t the time for antics or rivalries. We don’t hurt one another. Otherwise...” He paused glancing around for Miriel, “Otherwise we’ll become like Aranel. We’ll become the monsters they wanted us to be. Raddis, you and whoever wants to stay, can stay. If you try to stop us. I will take you down. The rest of you, divide yourselves. Those who want to leave and those who want to stay. Whoever wants freedom, come over to me. Those who want to stay, go to Raddis.”
The crowd surged towards Tytus with a few strays moving towards Raddis’ side. Equas walked to Tytus with a, “I hope you’re not dumb.”
Mirecyla had a choice to make.
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”RAAAGH, YOU DALISH BASTARD!!”
The Destroyer charged forward, its massive legs thundering on the ground. It wasn’t necessarily fast but it’s reflexes were stunning. It only dawned on Sigeric then that the Destroyer had the combined training of Grimnir and the skills and experienced of Osman, making it a devastating foe. Both hands came around, the right angled for Sigeric’s busted face and the left moving in for his stomach.
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The mushroom cloud kept rising into the dusk sky while the rubble slowly faded.
A massive crater lay where Morgoth had stood and at its bottom lay his body. No. Not Morgoth’s body. Something else. The face of the oldest Ainur, he was no longer filled with hate and malice, only peace. Melkor’s face. The Vala was motionless. Still.
Ha’zi recognized it as the figure the Trickster was hugging in the tapestry of his family. Melkor. Not Morgoth. This was before he became the Dark Lord.
Tulkas stood, hovering triumphantly over his Enemy. He let out a slow laugh and pat his hands together.
”Too easy.”
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"Ya'know, I would say how about we continue to serve them but in return we get our own little base nearby and are able to do what we want. But nooooo, no one listens to the only sane person here." Mirecyla would say going to walk over to join Tytus, slowly however as her soul was broken, her betrayal all to real.
As the Destroyer took the bait and charged forward, Sigeric stood his ground. The opposing Giant would see a weakened enemy who lacked the weapons which made him a threatening opponent. His foe had inhuman reflexes, but the Guardian had one trick up his sleeve that he hoped the simpleminded Osman/Grimnir would not expect. Swinging the cord in a quick, fluid motion, Sigeric's crystal shard whipped towards the charging Destroyer like a flail, the crystal aimed for the side of his skull.
"Wh--" Mairon said, steam rising quickly from his eyes.
"Melkor?" Sauron's voice became louder, the fire in his eyes returning twofold.
"RRRRHRHRHHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Gorthaur roared, wroth, beginning as a deep guttural rumble and ascending in pitch much like his favourite servant, the Witch-King of Angmar, had done upon the hour of his demise.
"Melkor?" Sauron's voice became louder, the fire in his eyes returning twofold.
"RRRRHRHRHHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Gorthaur roared, wroth, beginning as a deep guttural rumble and ascending in pitch much like his favourite servant, the Witch-King of Angmar, had done upon the hour of his demise.
”Hey,” Tytus said to Mirecyla as she walked over, he moved to her side, “It’s okay. You know they won’t let us leave. This is our only chance to have our freedom. If you want to stay, I won’t stop you. But if you want to come, I’ll be here to help, Mirecyla.” She could see a sliver of crimson trickling past his cheek. Every time he used his scream, it damaged his throat and his voice was croaky, yet he was being nice to her when he usually was a high-horsed jackass.
Among the crowd that gathered with Tytus and her, was Evenis, Thule, Equas, and even Iver. Before she could respond to Tytus an unnatural guttural scream echoed across the valley.
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The crystal shard smacked into the Destroyer’s face, breaking Osman’s cheek. He reacted quickly, his left hand rising, swiping at the chord, ripping it in half. The Guardian Giant fell as the connection to the Shifter ended. The shard fell and Osman caught it, bringing it up to his face and angrily fuming at Sigeric’s vainful, yet effective, attempt to damage him.
”Time to die, false noble.”
Sigeric found himself trapped in Osman’s grasp. Was this the end? He had used all his trump cards and now he’d die being crushed by their first foe. By Grimnir of all people?
Osman’s fingers began to crunch down on the shard but a horrific scream stopped him. What was that noise?
He heard the terrible cry and his ears were overwhelmed but he saw something, his eyes gazed out through Osman’s fingers to see another of his most hated enemies.
DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH
The Armoured Giant charging towards the Destroyer’s back.
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Túrin Turambar rushed down into the crater and leaped up, jumping through the air, the Vala-blade in hand as he brought it down towards Morgoth’s chest, aiming for his heart.
The horrible scream sounded halfway through his leap and time seemed to stop.
Ha’zi stood there watching it all. Everything froze. Sauron screaming, the Ñoldor drawing their blades, the Champions looking for a threat, Tulkas next to Morgoth’s broken body, and Túrin Turambar, his blade edging forth towards Morgoth’s heart.
Someone appeared before Ha’zi. Materializing out of thin air. He was five foot eleven, three inches taller; had dark black hair cut short, a dark beard and dark tanned skin. Numerous scars ran across his face and a large one cut through his nose, however, the wounds had healed. He looked so similar. So familiar, yet Ha’zi could not place him. A memory of his father came to him upon seeing the figure. It was one when he was younger and his father still looked youthful. He wore light brown leather armor over a dark brown tunic and had a scarf around his neck, he carried an empty sheath but no weapons. The man opened his mouth to speak.
“Hello, Ha’zi.” The voice was not his father’s. It was his own voice!
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Among the crowd that gathered with Tytus and her, was Evenis, Thule, Equas, and even Iver. Before she could respond to Tytus an unnatural guttural scream echoed across the valley.
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The crystal shard smacked into the Destroyer’s face, breaking Osman’s cheek. He reacted quickly, his left hand rising, swiping at the chord, ripping it in half. The Guardian Giant fell as the connection to the Shifter ended. The shard fell and Osman caught it, bringing it up to his face and angrily fuming at Sigeric’s vainful, yet effective, attempt to damage him.
”Time to die, false noble.”
Sigeric found himself trapped in Osman’s grasp. Was this the end? He had used all his trump cards and now he’d die being crushed by their first foe. By Grimnir of all people?
Osman’s fingers began to crunch down on the shard but a horrific scream stopped him. What was that noise?
He heard the terrible cry and his ears were overwhelmed but he saw something, his eyes gazed out through Osman’s fingers to see another of his most hated enemies.
DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH
The Armoured Giant charging towards the Destroyer’s back.
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Túrin Turambar rushed down into the crater and leaped up, jumping through the air, the Vala-blade in hand as he brought it down towards Morgoth’s chest, aiming for his heart.
The horrible scream sounded halfway through his leap and time seemed to stop.
Ha’zi stood there watching it all. Everything froze. Sauron screaming, the Ñoldor drawing their blades, the Champions looking for a threat, Tulkas next to Morgoth’s broken body, and Túrin Turambar, his blade edging forth towards Morgoth’s heart.
Someone appeared before Ha’zi. Materializing out of thin air. He was five foot eleven, three inches taller; had dark black hair cut short, a dark beard and dark tanned skin. Numerous scars ran across his face and a large one cut through his nose, however, the wounds had healed. He looked so similar. So familiar, yet Ha’zi could not place him. A memory of his father came to him upon seeing the figure. It was one when he was younger and his father still looked youthful. He wore light brown leather armor over a dark brown tunic and had a scarf around his neck, he carried an empty sheath but no weapons. The man opened his mouth to speak.
“Hello, Ha’zi.” The voice was not his father’s. It was his own voice!
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Mirecyla let this moment for her shield to slip, her true personality coming out. "I know, I think i'll just need to adjust. Even though I act the way I do you know I care for you all..... Right?" She asked him looking up at Tytus, tears in her eyes, yet he could tell it wasn't from what she said.
Ha'zi's thoughts ringed with failure. Failure at protecting Morgoth. Failure at his new role in the world. Failure to his family for the destruction he would consequently let occur. His eyes moistened as he stared at Melkor about to get obliterated, and he was so caught up with his thoughts of failure that Ha'zi almost didn't notice the strange man appear before him. The boy nearly fell over from shock when he actually noticed the familiar person.
"What the f--" Ha'zi was cut off as he nearly stumbled. He got himself under control and rebalanced himself, albeit incredibly awkwardly, and then stared amazed at the man before him. His voice.. was this him? Was this really Ha'zi? Or was this some illusion? Some vision or whatever, yeah? Yeah, that was it. Melkor was dead, this must be some future that Ha'zi had to stop, like the Minas Tirith explosion. Yep, exactly. Not some guy that sounded and looked pretty much like him but older appearing before him, right? Made much more sense. But he dared to ask anyways, since this was just some dream, may as well not hurt to go along with it, right? "Uh, who are you?" Ha'zi said to the man.
"What the f--" Ha'zi was cut off as he nearly stumbled. He got himself under control and rebalanced himself, albeit incredibly awkwardly, and then stared amazed at the man before him. His voice.. was this him? Was this really Ha'zi? Or was this some illusion? Some vision or whatever, yeah? Yeah, that was it. Melkor was dead, this must be some future that Ha'zi had to stop, like the Minas Tirith explosion. Yep, exactly. Not some guy that sounded and looked pretty much like him but older appearing before him, right? Made much more sense. But he dared to ask anyways, since this was just some dream, may as well not hurt to go along with it, right? "Uh, who are you?" Ha'zi said to the man.
Sigeric was far from ready to die. He looked through the translucent wall of the crystal, searching for Cardiloc. He had assumed that the Dragon would be here by now... Sigeric refused to panic as the crystal began to crack, looking around for his weapons. It appeared that the only one left was the Maiar throwing star. He didn't imagine that it would be incredibly effective against a 15 meter tall giant. Suddenly, he heard the horrific scream and the sound of those iconic footsteps. Sparing the lives of those Karoltai had apparently not been a mistake, though time would tell. Sigeric braced himself for the incoming clash, which he deemed wiser than trying to eject from the crystal. He was not quite eager to drop a dozen meters and break every bone in his body.
Tytus nodded, “We’re all here for you. We’re a family, Mirecyla. Now, we have to use Berethor and-“ he looked around, “Where’s Miriel and Berethor?”
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DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH CRRAAAASH
The Destroyer Giant twisted around at the last second to intercept the Armoured’s charge. The Armoured grabbed it by its waist and pushed it down the hill but the Destroyer held on, using Sigeric as a mallet to crack open the Armoured’s spine.
”I saw your betrayal coming a mile away! You think you can fight me? I’m the DESTROYER. YOU CAN’T EVEN TOUCH ME!!!”
Osman roared and smashed his fists into the Armoured’s back as it carried him down the hill, smashing both of them into the Obsidian Castle’s walls. The Armoured Giant fell back and began to stand before Osman grabbed its head and cracked its facial plate with his shear hands. Sigeric finally saw the destructive capabilities of the Destroyer in melee. It swung him wildly around, bashing Sigeric’s crystal shard into the Armoured Giant’s face, cracking its eye open.
The Armoured roared in return and punched the Destroyer’s face, breaking its lower jaw. In return, the shard was stabbed into his neck, cracking through the armor there. The Destroyer was, as its name very well stated, Destroying the Armoured.
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”I’m you in thirteen years. Get a nice good look, kid.” The man said, casually. “I came back here to stop this fuck up from happening. Eru, Ha’zi. Look at yourself.” He pinched Ha’zi’s stubby arms, “Get ahold of yourself. I remember when I was this pathetic.” He shook his head, “We’ll sort you out later. For now, watch and learn, scrub. Time to screw with time.” The man turned around, with no care for Ha’zi and walked over to the pit.
He glanced down at Tulkas and Melkor, jumped into the crater and flew over to Túrin. He could fly?!
“You’re coming with me, we’ll need you later.” He said to Túrin, nonchalantly, grabbing him, taking his Vala-blade and with a scrunch of his nose, Túrin disappeared.
“Kid!” He called to Ha’zi, “Shit’s gonna get bad real quick. I need you and your friends to make a run for it.”
Then he disappeared and re-appeared, carrying Eönwë?! No, not Eönwë, Sauron. He placed him down behind Tulkas, took the Valar-blade, cut Sauron’s binds and placed it in his hand. Then he walked over to Morgoth’s body which lay idle on the floor, rummaged through his belt, found the hidden sheath and pulled out a weapon; a dark blade sword which he then placed into his empty sheath, it fit neatly. He slapped Tulkas’ face and turned around to direct Ha’zi.
“Ha’zi, move back thirty paces and start running when everything starts again. I’ll find you soon, then we’ll talk. Just stick with Sigeric, tell him the truth, he will know. Also, don’t trust people. They’re all liars.”
Then he disappeared without another word....
Time unpaused.
”-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sauron was screaming, but now he was behind Tulkas and with a Vala-blade in hand. He knew the weapon. He was with Aüle when he forged it.
Around Tulkas’, the ground erupted as seven fiery demons emerged, flaming whips striking out, lashing onto his hands and feet.
”Ha-What?!!”
”PROTECT YOUR LORD!” Gothmog cried to his brothers.
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DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH CRRAAAASH
The Destroyer Giant twisted around at the last second to intercept the Armoured’s charge. The Armoured grabbed it by its waist and pushed it down the hill but the Destroyer held on, using Sigeric as a mallet to crack open the Armoured’s spine.
”I saw your betrayal coming a mile away! You think you can fight me? I’m the DESTROYER. YOU CAN’T EVEN TOUCH ME!!!”
Osman roared and smashed his fists into the Armoured’s back as it carried him down the hill, smashing both of them into the Obsidian Castle’s walls. The Armoured Giant fell back and began to stand before Osman grabbed its head and cracked its facial plate with his shear hands. Sigeric finally saw the destructive capabilities of the Destroyer in melee. It swung him wildly around, bashing Sigeric’s crystal shard into the Armoured Giant’s face, cracking its eye open.
The Armoured roared in return and punched the Destroyer’s face, breaking its lower jaw. In return, the shard was stabbed into his neck, cracking through the armor there. The Destroyer was, as its name very well stated, Destroying the Armoured.
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”I’m you in thirteen years. Get a nice good look, kid.” The man said, casually. “I came back here to stop this fuck up from happening. Eru, Ha’zi. Look at yourself.” He pinched Ha’zi’s stubby arms, “Get ahold of yourself. I remember when I was this pathetic.” He shook his head, “We’ll sort you out later. For now, watch and learn, scrub. Time to screw with time.” The man turned around, with no care for Ha’zi and walked over to the pit.
He glanced down at Tulkas and Melkor, jumped into the crater and flew over to Túrin. He could fly?!
“You’re coming with me, we’ll need you later.” He said to Túrin, nonchalantly, grabbing him, taking his Vala-blade and with a scrunch of his nose, Túrin disappeared.
“Kid!” He called to Ha’zi, “Shit’s gonna get bad real quick. I need you and your friends to make a run for it.”
Then he disappeared and re-appeared, carrying Eönwë?! No, not Eönwë, Sauron. He placed him down behind Tulkas, took the Valar-blade, cut Sauron’s binds and placed it in his hand. Then he walked over to Morgoth’s body which lay idle on the floor, rummaged through his belt, found the hidden sheath and pulled out a weapon; a dark blade sword which he then placed into his empty sheath, it fit neatly. He slapped Tulkas’ face and turned around to direct Ha’zi.
“Ha’zi, move back thirty paces and start running when everything starts again. I’ll find you soon, then we’ll talk. Just stick with Sigeric, tell him the truth, he will know. Also, don’t trust people. They’re all liars.”
Then he disappeared without another word....
Time unpaused.
”-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sauron was screaming, but now he was behind Tulkas and with a Vala-blade in hand. He knew the weapon. He was with Aüle when he forged it.
Around Tulkas’, the ground erupted as seven fiery demons emerged, flaming whips striking out, lashing onto his hands and feet.
”Ha-What?!!”
”PROTECT YOUR LORD!” Gothmog cried to his brothers.
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"Didn't you tell them to go deal with Osman? I can go if needed." She offered
Ha'zi ran for his fucking life, not even caring about what was happening, just bolting away from the madness occurring around him, trying to look for where Sigeric was as his... future self... calmly told him. His thoughts were filled with complete terror as the Balrogs erupted from the ground and confusion from all he had seen in that short moment, overwhelming to take in. This... this was Mandos' friend? Was it really? His 'friend' being Ha'zi in thirteen years?!? What is going on? And why did he give him such strange orders? Ha'zi would follow them, nevertheless, but he still thought panickedly as he raced away towards his Dalish friend. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
”I sent Berethor,” Evenis said, “Not Miriel.”
The name of the Armoured Giant Shifter brought up fond memories for Mirecyla as she remembered their time on the training grounds, in the canteens, in the dungeons themselves in Angband. They’d rarely spoken since the mission began and he’d been stationed on the opposite side of the battlefield.
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The name of the Armoured Giant Shifter brought up fond memories for Mirecyla as she remembered their time on the training grounds, in the canteens, in the dungeons themselves in Angband. They’d rarely spoken since the mission began and he’d been stationed on the opposite side of the battlefield.
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