Rushing over to his fallen comrade, Sigeric saw the ruin that was his friend's legs. Marco, who had been with them since the beginning. Who had been willing to give his life for them, despite his mortality. Sigeric's hand inadvertently shook, gripping the Maiar throwing star, not feeling the blade cut into his own flesh. "No, Marco, you're not allowed to die today." he whispered, staring at the Destroyer Giant, his pale eyes burning with the icy blue flame of vengeance. Sigeric sprinted towards the abomination, using the bodies of the fallen Karoltai as concealment. Guardian form or not, his battle was far from over.
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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"Marco... no..." Ha'zi wept for his friend as his eyes closed. He looked over, the tears stinging in his eyes, at the sound of the Dalishman's voice. He didn't care about his mission. He didn't care about what he had to tell Sigeric. He cared about Marco, and only about Marco at this moment. Everything else could go to hell. "SIGERIC.. help us! G-get Marco out of h-here, please!" Ha'zi shouted to the noble, his voice cracking from the yelling.
What was the point? He couldn't save Marco. He couldn't save Lesier. He couldn't save anyone. Mandos was right. Ha'zi killed them both. He was a monster. A murderer. Not some hero. They both died because of his foolishness. Because he ran. Ran towards someone important, acting idioticly. Last time it was his father, now it was Sigeric. Last time it was Lesier..... now it was Marco. It was too late now. Sigeric couldn't help, Ha'zi couldn't help, not even Eru could help. Marco was dead. All because of dumb fucking Ha'zi Mor.
What was the point? He couldn't save Marco. He couldn't save Lesier. He couldn't save anyone. Mandos was right. Ha'zi killed them both. He was a monster. A murderer. Not some hero. They both died because of his foolishness. Because he ran. Ran towards someone important, acting idioticly. Last time it was his father, now it was Sigeric. Last time it was Lesier..... now it was Marco. It was too late now. Sigeric couldn't help, Ha'zi couldn't help, not even Eru could help. Marco was dead. All because of dumb fucking Ha'zi Mor.
"it's an old house that over time got rooms and defence layers added to it"
Iver answered Thule.
For the love of God that guy need to put bells around his neck. "I believe it can contain up to 80 people" he answered him.
"I don't think I can carry more than 7 but we can check once I transform" Iver told him and moved away so he can transform. He bit his tongue with his teeth and tried to transform.
Iver answered Thule.
For the love of God that guy need to put bells around his neck. "I believe it can contain up to 80 people" he answered him.
"I don't think I can carry more than 7 but we can check once I transform" Iver told him and moved away so he can transform. He bit his tongue with his teeth and tried to transform.
Card saw the armoured challenging the destroyer, this was suicide, not that the loss of the armoured mattered. He began to charge the destroyer once more. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
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Mirecyla started to recall her life, moving past the shit and the horrible and focusing on the nice. Berethor had always been nice to her. Kept her company when she didn't want anyone to be around her, cracked jokes that sometimes made her smile, and overall just tried to be nice. What had she ever done for him? Besides ignore him and call him names? Huffing she would say to the group as she moved away. "First let me go get the others." She bite down on her tounge her goal in mind.
"Seems sensible," said Daugo in response to what Arandil said about the Rangers. "I should like to know what's going on over in Mordor."
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He could not believe it. He had done what not even his Master had been able to--what had been widely believed to be impossible. He had not only beaten him. He had killed him. He had killed Tulkas!
He began laughing maniacally as he tried to pry the Valar blade that had slain Tulkas. He would need to rename it, and he was already thinking of the epithets he would gain now. 'Sauron Vala-slayer'. The Terrible, the Majestic, the Saviour of Melkor.
His petty daydreams were put on hold as he turned to face the Champions of the Deceased, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
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He could not believe it. He had done what not even his Master had been able to--what had been widely believed to be impossible. He had not only beaten him. He had killed him. He had killed Tulkas!
He began laughing maniacally as he tried to pry the Valar blade that had slain Tulkas. He would need to rename it, and he was already thinking of the epithets he would gain now. 'Sauron Vala-slayer'. The Terrible, the Majestic, the Saviour of Melkor.
His petty daydreams were put on hold as he turned to face the Champions of the Deceased, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
One Champion ran at Sauron with an axe raised.
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"I AM YOUR GOD!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!"
Osman laughed triumphantly at them all. As Cardiloc charged the Armoured joined him, sending up dirt as he stomped forward.
DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH
Osman grabbed a rock and threw it at the Armoured's shoulder, it cracked off and the Armoured smashed him into the wall, but it made little difference. The Destroyer smashed at the nape of the Armoured, breaking through its thick hide as it was restrained. Cardiloc saw his chance, he could climb the Armoured and get to the Destroyer!
Nearby lay the Savage Giant, bone-blade arm ripped off, having difficulty standing.
Sigeric found his way past the Guardian's carcass and saw the situation at hand. Miriel's Giant and the Armoured seemed to be working to slay Osman, by whatever means necessary, even if that meant allying with them temporarily. Had this shifted the tide of battle?
Even with four Giants they couldn't defeat him....
Marco wept slowly until his breathing became ragged and he shut his eyes. The Bottle o' Brandy fell to his side, cracking open hitting the ground with an almost symbolic impact. Ha'zi, through the pain, heard a voice.
"Don't say I never did anything for you."
Behind him, stood the Trickster, no longer that broken fool he'd seen. He was smiling, once more, but less sadistically. Next to him was a man bound in invisible ropes who he tossed onto the ground next to Ha'zi.
"Think of it as a gift, Ha'zi. A little reparations for the pain I caused before. I'll leave the rest to you. Give Sigeric and Iver my regards, oh and also Daugo." He then snapped his fingers and disappeared, leaving the man behind, struggling on the ground.
What had just occurred?
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WHOOOOSH
Both the Flying and Executioner Giants transformed in place of Iver and Mirecyla, respectfully.
In the distance they could hear Osman's roars as well as the loud charging of the Armoured Giant. Some battle was happening and Iver was missing the action. Furthermore, Mirecyla was missing her friends.
Tytus led the others back towards a bushy woodland and hid them while Evenis stayed with Iver, "So, I think we could fit...maybe..." he gauged Iver's size, "Four people on? Five if we push it."
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"I AM YOUR GOD!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!"
Osman laughed triumphantly at them all. As Cardiloc charged the Armoured joined him, sending up dirt as he stomped forward.
DUSH DUSH DUSH DUSH
Osman grabbed a rock and threw it at the Armoured's shoulder, it cracked off and the Armoured smashed him into the wall, but it made little difference. The Destroyer smashed at the nape of the Armoured, breaking through its thick hide as it was restrained. Cardiloc saw his chance, he could climb the Armoured and get to the Destroyer!
Nearby lay the Savage Giant, bone-blade arm ripped off, having difficulty standing.
Sigeric found his way past the Guardian's carcass and saw the situation at hand. Miriel's Giant and the Armoured seemed to be working to slay Osman, by whatever means necessary, even if that meant allying with them temporarily. Had this shifted the tide of battle?
Even with four Giants they couldn't defeat him....
Marco wept slowly until his breathing became ragged and he shut his eyes. The Bottle o' Brandy fell to his side, cracking open hitting the ground with an almost symbolic impact. Ha'zi, through the pain, heard a voice.
"Don't say I never did anything for you."
Behind him, stood the Trickster, no longer that broken fool he'd seen. He was smiling, once more, but less sadistically. Next to him was a man bound in invisible ropes who he tossed onto the ground next to Ha'zi.
"Think of it as a gift, Ha'zi. A little reparations for the pain I caused before. I'll leave the rest to you. Give Sigeric and Iver my regards, oh and also Daugo." He then snapped his fingers and disappeared, leaving the man behind, struggling on the ground.
What had just occurred?
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WHOOOOSH
Both the Flying and Executioner Giants transformed in place of Iver and Mirecyla, respectfully.
In the distance they could hear Osman's roars as well as the loud charging of the Armoured Giant. Some battle was happening and Iver was missing the action. Furthermore, Mirecyla was missing her friends.
Tytus led the others back towards a bushy woodland and hid them while Evenis stayed with Iver, "So, I think we could fit...maybe..." he gauged Iver's size, "Four people on? Five if we push it."
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Cardiloc leaped onto the armoured giants legs, and started climbing up on its back. If all went well he’d jump off the armoured giants head into the destroyers face breathing an inferno of flame.
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Mirecyla would huff and start to run to the battle, first on two legs, but as momentum started to come she switched to going quadruple. Letting out a challenge roar to Osman. Berethor and Miriel were stupid to attack him without tactics, obviously Mirecyla was the best tactician of the group, why else would she charge the slayer of already five giants?
"RAAAAGHHHHH!!!"
Osman's face burnt with fury, flames engulfed his beard and hair and in the anger, his hardened fist slammed into the dragon's neck, cracking it.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU!!"
He cried as he then proceeded to hammer at the Armoured Giant's nape.
Miriel's eyes widened as she saw what was happening.
"BERETHOR!" She yelled trying to stop him but it was too late.
As Mirecyla rounded the corner she saw the Destroyer take out the Hybrid then, as Berethor held him against the wall, he broke his nape open and smashed his hardened fist into it.
The Armoured Giant convulsed, roaring in agony before falling back, hitting the ground with a THUD, just missing Sigeric.
Mirecyla saw Berethor fall and a swelling of emotions hit her. She hadn't even had the chance to insult him or laugh at his face recently and there he was...was he dead?
Miriel stood, her single arm raised, to fight the Destroyer.
It was still fucking alive. It's face was melting, it's lower jaw broken, it's chest ripped apart, and it was still fighting. Berethor was dead. Miriel's Giant teared and screamed, "I'm going to kill you for that! You hear me?! You're not surviving this you overgrown sack of lard!!" She ran at him, swinging her fist around in a feint, then leaping up as he countered, her legs wrapping around his neck and tightening.
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Osman's face burnt with fury, flames engulfed his beard and hair and in the anger, his hardened fist slammed into the dragon's neck, cracking it.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU!!"
He cried as he then proceeded to hammer at the Armoured Giant's nape.
Miriel's eyes widened as she saw what was happening.
"BERETHOR!" She yelled trying to stop him but it was too late.
As Mirecyla rounded the corner she saw the Destroyer take out the Hybrid then, as Berethor held him against the wall, he broke his nape open and smashed his hardened fist into it.
The Armoured Giant convulsed, roaring in agony before falling back, hitting the ground with a THUD, just missing Sigeric.
Mirecyla saw Berethor fall and a swelling of emotions hit her. She hadn't even had the chance to insult him or laugh at his face recently and there he was...was he dead?
Miriel stood, her single arm raised, to fight the Destroyer.
It was still fucking alive. It's face was melting, it's lower jaw broken, it's chest ripped apart, and it was still fighting. Berethor was dead. Miriel's Giant teared and screamed, "I'm going to kill you for that! You hear me?! You're not surviving this you overgrown sack of lard!!" She ran at him, swinging her fist around in a feint, then leaping up as he countered, her legs wrapping around his neck and tightening.
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Mirecyla would watch this in slow motion. What had happened? Where did it go wrong? No she knew, that fucking Dragon. That damned bastard caused his death, so sudden, so devastating. She'd kill Osman, then she'd kill the cocklicker inside! Letting out a bellow that would shake the earth she continued to charge the Destroyer, standing up on her legs as she got closer.
The Destroyer was busy trying to grab onto the Savage which was strangling him.
Miriel was slamming her hardened fist into the back of his head, unable to pierce his nape because he crystallized it.
Mirecyla saw a clean shot at the Destroyer's front.
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Miriel was slamming her hardened fist into the back of his head, unable to pierce his nape because he crystallized it.
Mirecyla saw a clean shot at the Destroyer's front.
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Mirecyla would rush forward and punch at his front, using the spikes on her fist to first rip apart the front layers of defense and then she would hammer away at everything else. If she had a clean grab at the neck she would bite down on it, going to expose the cunt inside.
Sigeric moved closer, careful not to be crushed by the feet of the giants as they clashed against one another. He dashed for the Destroyer's Achilles tendon, slashing it with the Maiar throwing star. Sigeric did not know who Achilles was, or why he had a tendon named after him, but neither did he really care. He ran out of the way after his attack, avoiding retaliation.
"Two bitches? This'll-be-f-fun!"
Osman grabbed Miriel's legs and ripped her off him, dropping her on Mirecyla who had just clawed his chest open.
The two female shifters crashed upon one another and Miriel rolled off Mirecyla, taking further damage from the spikes.
Osman stood there, triumphantly bellowing as he pounded his shredded chest.
"I AM THE DESTROYER GIANT. I AM INDOMITABLE. BOW YOU CUNTS."
He was reaching levels of douchebaggery that only Grimnir could thoroughly achieve.
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Osman grabbed Miriel's legs and ripped her off him, dropping her on Mirecyla who had just clawed his chest open.
The two female shifters crashed upon one another and Miriel rolled off Mirecyla, taking further damage from the spikes.
Osman stood there, triumphantly bellowing as he pounded his shredded chest.
"I AM THE DESTROYER GIANT. I AM INDOMITABLE. BOW YOU CUNTS."
He was reaching levels of douchebaggery that only Grimnir could thoroughly achieve.
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"To bad your a stupid ass bitch and a showoff." She would think going to swipe his feet out from under him.
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Thoruk, totally missing all the fighting going on looks at the smoke suddenly appearing as he hears all the gondorians shouting like something even greater than Sauron had appeared. As the waves of smoke suddenly start to disappear Thoruk's able to spot... fire? There was definitely something glowing, something moving...Was this another giant with the power of fire? "Who could this be" Thoruk thinks before the clouds of smoke and ash slowly creep away and he saw them.... Balrogs, many of them. From this moment on the balrogs where the only thing mattering to him anymore, he didn't realise the gondorians getting slaughtered or his friends getting taken out and even beeing caught. The only thing his eyes stare at and his brain focuses on... are the balrogs... "By Durin, not even our ancestors where able to defeat one of them, I'd be hell damn dumb if I'd not grab this chance..." he pauses as he remembers he had just used up his transformation. It was dumb to go back into his dwarf form, yet he paused for quite a while now, atleast for dwarven time. Uppon seeing the Balrogs raging around, Thoruk can't hold himself any longer. "If Durin's bane is somewhere between them... I'll kill him, I swear this by my oath as a dwarf of Durins folk, I'll be the wrath of all my brothers and sister in Khazad Dum and I'll show them to never ever underestimate a dwarf again" he says to himself, forming a fist like he's almost about to crush his own bones with his power, veines pumping out like nothing else before he lowers his hand, grabs his axes, puts on his helmet after taking on last look towards them before mounting the nearest horse available and rides on towards where the slaugther is happening.
Thoruk found his horse and his eye zoned in on the nearest Balrog, one with blue flames and a flail. It was being charged by a Champion of Tulkas and he felt the full powers of the Elemental flow through him.
"Incinerate him, Thoruk." Irdis spoke to him, "I've got your back."
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Cardiloc was ejected from the nape of the dragon. It was definitely not viable. All his energy had been spent but this fat bastard was still up and kicking.
"EAT MY-AAAAAAGHHHH!!"
The combined efforts of Sigeric and the Executioner Giant cut through Osman's legs.
He fell, crashing down upon Mirecyla. His fist rammed into her head and dented in her Giant's skull.
Miriel twisted around and kicked Osman through his teeth, knocking out his head as her foot hardened and penetrated his skull.
The Destroyer throttled for a moment, going wild and slapping at everything before coming to a stop. It was dead. They had taken down the Destroyer Giant.
The aftermath of this battle was incredibly awkward. The Savage had one functional arm, the Executioner had a dented skull and the Armoured lay a smoking husk, it's body breaking as it decayed.
Sigeric and Cardiloc were on the field and vulnerable to an attack.
And Ha'zi sat next to Marco's body being a useless faggot. Typical Ha'zi.
The man the Trickster had dropped off rolled onto his back, kicked up and landed on his feet then started running in the chaos of the moment, towards the Obsidian Fortress. He was trying to return to it?
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"Incinerate him, Thoruk." Irdis spoke to him, "I've got your back."
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Cardiloc was ejected from the nape of the dragon. It was definitely not viable. All his energy had been spent but this fat bastard was still up and kicking.
"EAT MY-AAAAAAGHHHH!!"
The combined efforts of Sigeric and the Executioner Giant cut through Osman's legs.
He fell, crashing down upon Mirecyla. His fist rammed into her head and dented in her Giant's skull.
Miriel twisted around and kicked Osman through his teeth, knocking out his head as her foot hardened and penetrated his skull.
The Destroyer throttled for a moment, going wild and slapping at everything before coming to a stop. It was dead. They had taken down the Destroyer Giant.
The aftermath of this battle was incredibly awkward. The Savage had one functional arm, the Executioner had a dented skull and the Armoured lay a smoking husk, it's body breaking as it decayed.
Sigeric and Cardiloc were on the field and vulnerable to an attack.
And Ha'zi sat next to Marco's body being a useless faggot. Typical Ha'zi.
The man the Trickster had dropped off rolled onto his back, kicked up and landed on his feet then started running in the chaos of the moment, towards the Obsidian Fortress. He was trying to return to it?
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"W-what?" Ha'zi murmured, still stricken from Marco. He turned over his aching head to see the man that had been dropped off there, writhing around on the ground. Why had the Trickster dropped him off here? How could some squirming man possibly help Ma-
Suddenly, it dawned on him. Was he.. was he one of those shifters Morgoth owned? Those new ones, like that Tytus and the others? Did the Trickster drop him so Ha'zi could transfer his power to Marco, so that he could live? Ha'zi immediately began trying to get up as this new hope for his Gondorian friend was dropped before him, and he started to race over to the man, ready to confirm or deny his speculation.
But, somehow, as if the world decided to laugh in his face, the seemingly restrained man got up and started running towards the fort. Well, that might confirm it. Anyways, Ha'zi was going after that bastard. If he was a shifter, he needed him. Marco might have a chance at living. And it was a chance that Ha'zi was willing to take. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Suddenly, it dawned on him. Was he.. was he one of those shifters Morgoth owned? Those new ones, like that Tytus and the others? Did the Trickster drop him so Ha'zi could transfer his power to Marco, so that he could live? Ha'zi immediately began trying to get up as this new hope for his Gondorian friend was dropped before him, and he started to race over to the man, ready to confirm or deny his speculation.
But, somehow, as if the world decided to laugh in his face, the seemingly restrained man got up and started running towards the fort. Well, that might confirm it. Anyways, Ha'zi was going after that bastard. If he was a shifter, he needed him. Marco might have a chance at living. And it was a chance that Ha'zi was willing to take. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]