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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Mirecyla would go and push the body off of her standing up in a daze, she would look around and rummage around for Osman while also scanning the area around the dragon, letting her powers go out around her, hopefully dazing them both with fear.
 
Osman would presumably be located in the nape of the Destroyer. The nape area had yet to be opened and the crystal coated over it. Inside, she could see a body, twisted face contorted in a mix of fury and laughter.

Miriel grunted and used her crystallized  fist to smash the nape, it cracked off the  gemstone surface without as much as making a dent. She then stood up, pulled Mirecyla to her feet and asked her, "Are the others safe?"

The man ran away from Ha'zi, he was faster and much more dexterous. Ha'zi was loosing him.

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"NO!" Ha'zi shouted at the top of his lungs, furious. "I'M NOT LETTING YOU GET AWAY!" The Haradrim tries desparately to pick up his pace, knowing that Marco's life is on the line. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
The man yelled something in a language too ancient for Ha'zi to understand. He continued to run, picking up the pace and racing towards the clump of Giant bodies.

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As Thoruk knew what this most likely would be: his last charge, the fog in his brain that had built up through all the hatred he had for these balrogs, slowly drifted away as Irdis spoke to him. "You've got my back? You've got my back..." he thinks before shaking his head, clearing his mind. "You have my back... as did all of them aswell.. Ha'zi, Iver, Dimitri, Sigeric, Daugo, Cardiloc and even... no, not Grimnir, he never realy had my back... but the other lads..." his quiet thoughts find a quick end as he hears some shouts to the northeast and sees a giant falling down, and even some already on the ground... weren't those his friends? Weren't those the guys that helped him when he was in need of help? His mind clear, yet still so much hate against the balrogs he suddenly reconizes it: Tulkas was gone, was he realy defeated? If so, did Thoruk even stand a chance against the balrogs? His mind confused with to many thoughts he makes haste and rides towards where the other giants are located, ready to transform and throw a firestorm at them if they'd try to attack him... if these giants are his enemy...."I'll come for you later".. he thinks, turning around towards the balrogs. "All of you.." he addes before riding on.
 
"Damnit." Ha'zi scowled and kept running, trying to get as fast as he could. He needed to get this man, if he was indeed a shifter- which has a lot of evidence to be true, by now- back to Marco, quickly. And what was this man's plan to run towards those giants? Was he looking for someone? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
The other Giants were far, far away from Thoruk. He could make them out in the distance, about three hundred and fifty meters from him as his horse rode onwards.

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”HELP!” The man screamed at the two Giants, “Miriel! Help me!”

The Savage Giant couldn’t break the crystal shard, she had picked it up and shook it around, even tried to crack it by hardening her fingers. Osman, within the dwarf body, giggled inside of it as they could not open it. She dropped it onto the earth upon hearing the shouts.

”Niel?” She asked looking down at the shouting man.

“Miriel, Aranel is free! Before I could escape from the cell, some man took me and tossed me here. He saved my life. Aranel...” he coughed, running to her, “She killed them. Dian and Roe, as well as Ilsa and Meneldil.”

Miriel lowered her hand and allowed the man to jump on, then lifted him up. She was too focused on him to notice the armless boy chasing the man.

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Sigeric made his way towards Osman, stopping before the two Proto-Giants. "Am I correct in my assumption that we have a truce?" He asked, his voice devoid of apprehension. He did not wait for them to answer. "Either the Destroyer has gone rogue, or you have. I shall assume that it is the latter." Sigeric noticed a bewildered man running towards them, followed by the armless Ha'zi. Enough distractions. He stepped up to the crystal, examining it.
 
He was almost there. Ha'zi was so close to the man, he could almost- "NO!" Ha'zi shouted as the man was scooped up. Infuriated, he looked up to glare at whatever giant had taken Marco's last chance of surviving and paled. Oh shit. It's her. "No no no no..." Ha'zi muttered, frozen, not sure of what to do. He had to get that man for Marco! But he had to get through Miriel for that, damn it. Frustrated, Ha'zi, as a last chance of trying to get the man, did a hard kick in the direction of Miriel's hand, imagining a fireball being blasted by his movements toward the Savage. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
As Sauron eyed his opponent, his euphoria from having slain Tulkas waned. He knew he was at the lowest his power had been since he'd been known as The Necromancer (with the obvious exception of that one time the lowlife from the Shire destroyed his Ash Nazg), and that he was no match for any Ainu at this point. He fled, slinking quickly between the Balrogs.

"A little aid would be welcome," he hissed at Gothmog.

He also reflected upon one thing. He knew Valar-blades. He knew their secrets.

More importantly, he knew the duality contained within them. Tulkas Astaldo had been slain by the weapon he now held; and, though his mind was no more, his power had latched onto it. Greedily, he thought about stabbing himself with it, to gain the Vala's power and become the True Dark Lord. But further thought revealed this to be folly. His fea was not strong enough. He would burn bright, much too bright for the world; but quickly, he would diminish, to his doom. Everything he built upon it would crumble, including himself. He could not afford this. Survival. Survival was key.

"Keep the Champion's Maiar occupied. I shall go save our Lord," he added, edging towards the crater where Melkor's body lay.
 
As Thoruk rides on he realises that it will take him far to long and so he stands up , grabs his father's axe, jumps down from the running pony, starts to sprint and cuts himself into his hand, letting the power of his giant flow through his body. Well thought of what to do after his transformation he readies with a few thoughts "Irdis, I'll try something new, since I can't control the wind perfectly in my normal form I'll just use the wind to give me a boost in my giant form, do you think it' would even be possible to fly by using the wind?" he thinks as he feels the power flow through every muscle of his body. "And.. you might help me with an idea I have later on..." he thinks, letting lose of the giants powers, ready to transform.
 
Mirecyla would nod going to talk but realized all she could do was growl and roar. Seeing Miriel having difficulty she would bend down and pick up the fallen crystal ball, ignoring the slowly forming group of people around them. First going to try and rip it apart, then trying to push a spike through. If that didn't work she would hammer down on it with her fist. However upon hearing some shouting she recognized Niel and looked around for anyone else, what about Berethor? Or perhaps the dragon man.
 
Gothmog’s eyes flared, not wanting to take orders from that swine but the situation was dire and he complied.

”FIGHT YOU MAGGOTS! PROTECT THE LORD!” He shouted at his brothers, urging them now. The axe-wielder was hit by a whip then struck down by a flaming sword from Gothmog. Most of the Champions had been felled, however, some like Stadus had managed to cut through. One of the Balrogs, the blue flames Be’Lakor had been slaughtered due to it falling for a trap and being surrounded since it was oh so over confident in its own self.

Down at the bottom of the crater, lay the body of Morgoth, no, not Morgoth, Melkor. His true form left vulnerable. He was motionless, eyes shut, hands and legs spread. Blood seeped from his mouth, temple, cheek, eye and nearly every limb and sectional area of his form had been wounded. Bones broken. Dreams shattered. His fëa was but a flickering flame in the wind.

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Mirecyla could not break the shard, she dented it slightly but that was all. Eventually she dropped it. There was no sign of the dragonman but she caught sight of Berethor’s Armoured Giant, decaying. He had not appeared from the nape. Was he dead?

Sigeric found Grimnir in the shard. He was smiling, laughing and giving him the finger all at the same time. His crystal shard was the same make as Sigeric’s. So...this was another power of the Destroyer Giant. It could crystallize itself from harm.

Miriel heard Sigeric, glanced towards Mirecyla, shrugged and spoke, ”Truce.”

A fireball smashed into her hand, she dropped the man, Niel. Her eyes glowered as she turned around, ”Who the fuck?” She paused, their eyes had met.

Niel fell but stopped in mid-air.

He was dangling in mid-air! Could he fly?!

“Mir-Miriel-“ Niel stuttered as he slowly started to levitate towards the castle, unable to move, “Miriel! Help!”

The Savage Giant had been too distracted with Ha’zi. She broke eye contact and turned, ”Niel?”

The man floated backwards, his arms and legs trapped in place.

Beneath Sigeric, the shard containing Grimnir also began to move, rising up off the ground and into the air.

Ha’zi saw past the Savage Giant’s head, there was someone, a figure standing upon the walls of the fortress, their hand extended towards Niel.

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WHOOOSH. ‘

Thoruk transformed on the battlefield, using the last of his energy reserves. He saw ahead of him, two Giants. The Savage which had attacked Ha’zi in the beginning and the Executioner that had fought Sigeric.

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Mirecyla would look down at the noodle on the floor. About to make him piss himself when she heard Niel start to yell seeing what was going on she looked in the distance and visibly took a step back. Making a sound that was somewhat similar to "Uh, oh" Turning around she would go to head to Berethors corpse when she heard the sound of a transformation behind her, who could it be? Tytus? Nope, it was that weird giant who could control earth. Did he want to fight? Turning around once again she would move into a fighting stance waiting to see what he'd do.
 
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Already feeling the lack of energy he has he pulls his hands down and concentrates on the air, every small drop of air there is and pushes them into the ground with all his power left, trying to get himself a boost in speed till he is in range of those giants... or atleast when they will look at him. "I need to put a lot of effort into this if it should work.. but I realy have to keep some powers for the upcoming fight that might occure" he thinks before adding "Thank you Irdis, I'd probably charged into my death against these creatures of morgoth" while turning around and having a look at what massacre occures further behind him.
 
The Balrogs had wiped out most of the Champions. It was a slaughter. There had been one fallen Balrog, though.

Thoruk had covered much distance and they were far behind him. He was nearly upon-

CRACK.

The Elemental Giant’s neck broke suddenly and it fell, crashing into the earth as it charged towards the Executioner and Savage.

“Miriel! Mirecyla, help!” Niel screamed as he was lifted towards the figure on the battlements.

Before Miriel could do or say anything to Ha’zi she turned around and reached out to grab her friend but it was too late. She saw her. The figure. The red hair. Their green eyes met.
She was unable to move whether out of emotion or physically being incapable.

“MIRIEL! MIRIEL! PLEASE-NO-“ Niel’s screams turned into blood curls as he was grabbed by Aranel, her hand groping the back of his head. The woman spoke softly, “It’s okay, Niel. There’s no need to struggle. I’ll make it quick. You were a good friend to me years ago.”

“Aranel, ple-“ His throat clamped down and he couldn’t breathe, wheezing. She held onto his neck and hummed. Slowly he began to struggle, then he went still after a few seconds as his neck clamped down further. She inhaled, exhaled, and shuddered a bit, then let go of him.

“That’s much better. I understand now. I see it. Thank you, Niel. I’ll use you when the time comes. You were a good friend.”

Niel’s body dropped from the battlements and splattered down next to Sigeric. Miriel snapped out of it. She took a step back, realized Ha’zi was there, moved out of his way and yelled to Mirecyla, ”RUN!”

The Executioner Giant had just witnessed Niel’s death as well as the subsequent fall of the Elemental and the appearance of Aranel. This was bad. No. This was the worst. They were all here. So many people like them. It would be a feeding frenzy. Berethor’s Armoured Giant lay nearby, its nape erupted and the Shifter emerged, his eyes opening as if he had just awoken.

The shard containing Grimnir lifted up, moving over his head and scraping against the wall.

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"Na m8 fun dis shiet I'm out" she would think to herself, going to scoop up Berehtor and start to run away roaring for Miriel to follow her.
 
"My lord," he said gently, kneeling down by his side. He had never seen him so weak. So... feeble. It felt wrong. His Master was the supreme being of Arda, not some rank-and-file Maia! It was sickening.

"I do this out of love," he said weakly, kissing his forehead before plunging the Valar-blade deep into the Lord's heart.
 
"What in Durins namee was that.." Thoruk mumbles, having the headache of his life before cutting his way out of the corpse. "What happend to the giant and..." he stoppes as he witnesses a man floating and suddenly seem to get killed by an invisible power before falling down. "What kind of madness is this. They've told us we fight against gods, not some kind of lame op guy that snaps and kills half of the universe..." he says before hiding behind the corpse, spectating everything happening right now.
 
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