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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

The Vala-blade lit up in a bright glow that blinded Mairon. When it ended he saw Melkor’s body motionless, still. Nothing transpired.

Around him, the sounds of dying battle faded as the Balrogs slaughtered the last of the Champions had been killed. Stadus’ body fell beneath the foot of Gothmog, the Balrog crushed his head with its fiery toes, charring the remains.

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”Huh?” Berethor was grabbed and looked up, slightly dazed at the Executioner, “Mirecyla?”

Miriel turned around and ran after the Executioner in full sprint, leaving the battlefield as they traveled northeast along the wall, back towards the others.

Meanwhile, the shard continued to rise. Thoruk watched as Grimnir, he saw the dwarf inside it, was brought up to the top of the Castle walls.

Sigeric saw someone up there. Some Sith Lord woman in a beige gown.

Ha’zi witnessed Miriel and the Executioner run away, grabbing someone out of the Armoured Giant, a blonde-haired bearded man with fair skin dressed in light greys.

Someone, somewhere whispered, “What the fack?”

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Oh no. Oh fucking no. Ha'zi had to get out of here. But what about Marco? What could he do for him? The only shifters nearby he could use were dead, and now Marco was dying if not already dead. He failed. Ha'zi truly failed. "Fuck... fuuuuuuccckkk." He muttered beneath his breath, absolutely infuriated. There was nothing he could do for Marco. Nothing. He may as well give his friend one last goodbye now. Now Ha'zi quickly departed back towards Marco, wanting to desperately bid him farewell as the world came down around him. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Mirecyla would put Berethor on one of her shoulder stumps/spikes and continue to sprint, opening the nap just enough to where she could still control the Giant but also talk to Berethor. "You idiot, how dare you go and try to get yourself killed. Are you really serious about that shit? Might as well kick me in the ass and call me Morgoth." She would rant, for a time before taking a deep breath. "OKAY. Anyways, she escaped and killed Niel and several others. We have to escape now, do you think you could stay here comfortably?"
 
Sauron watched Melkor's magnificent corpse remain still. 'Give it time', he thought. He was exhausted. Weariness overtook him, and he laid down by his Master, a few meters removed from him. A little rest should do him wonders...
 
Sigeric watched with silent frustration as the crystal rose through the air along with Niel. Whoever this figure was, she was far too powerful for them in their current state. At least it seemed that way, based off of the reactions of the prototype giants. Sigeric gave one lingering glare at the figure, before falling back towards Ha'zi. Looking towards the gates of the fortress, he witnessed Tulkas's Maiar fall one by one, without a trace of their master. They had lost... ...but how? Morgoth had been on the brink of defeat... A current of dread flowed through Sigeric as he realized the implications. They had no choice but to retreat. It had all been for naught.
 
Berethor blinked a couple times whilst holding onto the spike on Mirecyla’s shoulder and listening to her rant with the occasional laugh and, “Yeah.”

“Hey, I needed to clear the way forward for you fuckwits. I had to protect you. It was my duty. I’m sorry. I thought that was the end back there but then you came,” He smiled at her, “I owe you one, ugly. Of course I can sit here on this huge ass spike comfortably, so long as your with me.” His smile formed into a cheeky smirk.

Miriel was right behind them, sprinting as they reached the corner. Mirecyla saw the others there, gathered near the forest edge. This horribly ugly bat was there as well.

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Sigeric saw the shard rise and open, shattering to pieces. Grimnir floated out and into the hands of the woman. She eyed him, curiously.

“I’ve never seen you before.” She remarked.
“Eat my dick,” Osman yelled at her.
She laughed, “I think I’ll take something else,” her hand tightened into a fist and Grimnir began to choke, his legs shook and he reached out a hand to claw at her.
“Tsk. Tsk. You’ve been a horrid man. And you’ll die a horrid man. But before that, I must understand you and your specialty,” her other hand raised and pointed at Grimnir’s skull. He felt the invisible hands choking him disappear and took in mouthfuls of air.
“Whor-“

SHLIK.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Grimnir started to scream, Osman, and him, both in tandem as the woman’s finger slid across his forehead, the skull parting, blood trickling out in rivers of red over his face, crawling past his eyes, through his beard, over his cheeks, down his chin.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

His scream was so terrible and loud that even Thoruk heard it. Ha’zi, Sigeric, even unconscious Marco.

As Sigeric ran over to Ha’zi they both saw the man motionless on the ground. Was he dead?

The last two horses stood nearby but without his hands he was uselsss in attempting to climb them.

On the ramparts, Grimnir went quiet as the woman moved her hand to his open cranium, staring into it, poking and prodding it with almost surgical understanding of it. Whispering to herself, “I see.” Or, “Aha.” Until finally, “There it is. This one...” she looked at him with a slight smile, “You were more special than them all...weren’t you...” her hands held onto his body and his tattoo, the fist, began to burn. “Osman?” She finished as the same tattoo appeared on her own chest, next to an array of eighteen others.

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As Mairon fell into a dark gloomy abyss that was known as sleep, a bloodied, beaten hand raised up, fell lightly on his head and curled his hair gently before it went still. The sounds of the world disappeared.

Gothmog grunted and beheaded the the last corpse, kicking the burnt head into the sky.

”SECURE THE PERIMETER! WE’LL BURY OUR FALLEN BROTHER ONCE THE KING IS SAFE!” He ordered the Balrogs who went about, climbing out of the crater, passing Be’Lakor’s body. Gothmog eyed it and once they had all left, he spat on him. Be’Lakor was pathetic. First of the Balrogs to die during the Siege of Gondolin and first to die when resurrected. Absolutely useless. He turned around and glanced down at Melkor, much to his surprise, he saw Mairon resting next to the Dark Lord. Melkor’s hand had fallen upon the Maia’s head. A pang of jealously ran through him and Gothmog grimaced. As long as I protect him, it’ll be me who’s loved by Melkor, he thought.

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"Yeah, yeah" She would say blushing with the compliments, unable to help it before slinking back into the head of the Giant. She continued like this until she saw the others, rushing up to them she would crouch down so they could hear her and say "She's escaped and killed Niel, Osman, and no doubt everyone else who decided to stay behind. We've got to go."
 
While the ugly ass executioner giant took a trip to beat Osman, Iver stayed with the group waiting for those lazy asses to climb his back so he can take them in groups outside of Mordor, north, to the brown lands.
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Everyone else? Oh shit that might include the island gang, he had to help them. If anyone was on his back he would have dropped him before taking off to look around for his old team.
 
Tytus herded the first group onto Iver’s back, stating, “If Mirecyla doesn’t return with the Berethor and Miriel, then we’ll be forced to-“ then he was thrown off as Iver dropped all the passengers and pulled some United Airlines bullshit.

“Hey, what is that guy doing?” Equas face-palmed as Iver flew away.

“Never mind that, look!” Evenis cried, “They’re back. Where’s Berethor and what happened to Mirie-oh shit-fuck, Aranel killed Osman?!” At hearing Mirecyla’s orders.

“The fuck she kill? Which of us was Osman? I never remembered an Osman?” Raddis asked.

“Osman was one of Morgoth’s most powerful Giants. He was leading the assault today.” Evenis answered him, “It doesn’t matter who she killed. It’s Aranel. Not that happy-go-drunk from three years ago. The mass-mur-“ Evenis paused realizing he was saying this in front of Miriel, “She’s dangerous. We all know that.”

“Course she dangerous, she fuckin’ killed twelve of us in one go like it was nuthin’.” Raddis said.

“Can we please stop wasting time and just go already!” Tytus yelled.

“I second that.” Thule stepped forward toward Mirecyla and Miriel.

“I first that shit, straight up,” Raddis piped in.

“Oi, that’s not how that works,” Equas face-palmed again.

“The fuck that supposed to mean, bitch?”

“But what about Berethor? Isn’t he meant to carry half of us and Mirecyla and Miriel divide the remainder?” Endo intoned, cutting them all off.

”Hop on my shoulders and sit in my hands, we have to make due without the Armoured. Berethor was wounded during the fight and cannot transform. I’ll carry most of you, the rest go with Mirecyla.” Miriel knelt and began ferrying people onto her hands then placing them up on her shoulder. After twenty-three boarded her, another nineteen climbed onto Mirecyla and the two female Giants took off, racing northwest towards the Udun Valley. The obelisks had powered down with Morgoth’s fall, his life force unable to sustain the fence.

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As Iver ditched the prototypes, he flew into the air and saw multiple Giant carcasses strewn about the northern quadrant of the Obsidian Castle. The Armoured, Hybrid Dragon, Elemental, Guardian and Destroyer had all fallen and as he flew over the ramparts he saw with his pristine eyes Thoruk hiding in the corpse of the Elemental Giant, just tucked beneath one of its decaying ears. What in Arda was he doing?

His vision also allowed him to catch a glimpse of Sigeric and Ha’zi running back to a couple horses, and nearby someone, was that Marco (?), with crushed legs.

Beneath him was the great castle that spread out like a carpet of unending black. There was something else, he sensed, with his echo-location. Two Shifters. Wait no. Not two. One had just vanished. One Shifter. On the walls of the castle, amidst the battlements.

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Iver successfully picked up Thoruk in his talons. Sigeric and Ha'zi were 50 meters away and he could go after them.

There didn't seem to be anyone around to stop him. However, in the distance to the southeast he could see fiery demons moving over the land. One was heading towards Iver, though not directly at him and was 260 meters away. Iver was relatively safe.

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Maybe it would motivate him to hurry up?

Iver noticed Ha'zi was armless but had his feet to run on, meanwhile Sigeric was fine and looking as sour as usual. Marco on the other hand...

He was unconscuous, his feet had been crushed into gory dust. Iver had seen worse but for this to befall a friend...

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Oh no...... Marco...
Iver stopped in shock, what did he do here? Marco wasn't a shifter so why did he get here? No, that wasn't time for this, they needed to get out, they just needed card.... Where the fck was card?
Iver used his shifter locater to look for him as he blocked Sig and Hazi's path, waiting for them to get on his back.
 
Cardiloc's body was ejected from the nape of the Hybrid's corpse. He lay there exhausted.

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Card groaned as he lay there, it had been a long day... He was completely oblivious to what was going on, all he heard was shouting and then Grimnirs terrible scream. It was done then, the destroyer was dead. The dunlending dozed off. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Ha'zi turned to Sigeric upon arriving at the shard and said, voice uneasy, the sound of Grimnir's screeching still processing to him, "What should we do with M-" SWOOPITY SWOOPITY He was interrupteded because, out of nowhere, appeared an Iver. Sighing with relief at the sight of the Dalishman, alive, Ha'zi greeted Iver and asked for assistance with Marco, making it clear they had to hurry. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
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As Ha'zi ran back with Sigeric to get the disabled Gondorian, his thoughts were occupied by the brief 'reunion' he had with Miriel. Obviously he still wasn't that fond of her, but strangely Ha'zi was drawn back to that glance they had before everything went to shit. Back then, he was so overwhelmed with emotions when their eyes met, along with questions. Why did she do this to him? Did she feel sorry in any way? Or did she truly never care about the dumb kid she fucked around with, playing on his emotions and along with the quite literal? Did he mean anything to her? Did he ever?

He didn't know, of course. But the mixture of sadness, grief, anger, and some toxic form, one sliver left of the love he had for her, perhaps, didn't blend well for Ha'zi. It quite overpowered him then. And it started to do so again, unfortunately. He just, despite his not wanting to, to never again thinking about that vile person who betrayed him and his heart, he couldn't stop thinking about her. How she changed his world in great ways. The way she made him feel. The way it felt to be so close to someone, to know that they've gone through so many familiar things as you have. To know you are not alone.

It destroyed him. It was unbearable. He wanted to say so much to her then, maybe to let out his hatred and sorrow and heartbreak, to show Miriel how much she'd hurt Ha'zi. To finally get rid of this damn feeling he had when Miriel came to his mind. But he couldn't, he couldn't. Maybe it was too much, too hard to confront the one who had done this devastation. Maybe he was just flat out scared. Maybe it was something else. But he couldn't do it. Ha'zi pondered what was going on with him and how he felt as he ran back towards Marco, his head and heart not knowing how to feel at the moment. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Iver grabbed Sig, Hazi and Marco. He placed all of them with thoruk on his back. He then grabbed Card and took off, away from that shithole called Mordor. He saw the general direction the protos went and followed the trail of giant steps they left behind, he will catch up with them sooner or later.
 
Cardiloc and Marco were both unconscious throughout the flight. Ha’zi was exhausted and his arms stubby, he could fall off at any moment if he didn’t keep his balance. And Sigeric had to hold onto Marco, his broken legs flailing uselessly. Thoruk was rather fine, albeit, the recent killing of his Giant.

They traveled quickly on Iver’s back and soon could see the two Karoltai in the distance, running towards the Carach Angren as the sunset, its dying rays just piercing over the mountains. Night was descending.

Meanwhile, one thousand eight hundred meters northwest, the last of the Gondorian Cavalry Regiment along with the pitiful handful of elves left rode in silence until Karstir broke it.
“Sir!” She cried pointing to the southeast, “Enemies approaching! The Enemy Giants!”
“When will these monsters leave us alone?” Another elf moaned, physically crying. The entire day had broken their will and their hearts.
“Fuck.” Glorfindel said, swearing for the first time, “I am no longer willing to let alone one of these things escape. I’ll kill them all.” He spurred his horse around riding towards the Executioner and Savage Giants.
“Glorfindel, no.” Celeborn spoke, “We’ve lost enough friends as it is today and been betrayed more times than I would like. I do not want my closest ally to fall fighting a useless battle. If they attack us or seem to be trapping us, then we shall fight and fight to the death we shall. Otherwise, we retreat. My grandson is dying, and I do not want his star to fall in this wretched place like our last High-King.”
“Another time, then.” Glorfindel murmured, and returned. “I don’t like any of these Karoltai.” He added, bitterly glancing at Dimitri who was among them. Eönwë too was there. He had been picked up as he carried Elladan’s burnt body away from the fight. It was pitiful. The state that all of them were in.

Mirecyla saw the column of soldiers ahead and watched as one broke off, heading directly for her. It was that elf from before, the white-haired one. He then turned and retreated back to the safety of the column, seemingly given up the attack.

Miriel eyed her and spoke, ”No more trouble. We nearly lost Berethor to that dick. And we just lost Niel, along with everyone that was left in those dungeons. Five of our brothers and sisters died because we couldn’t save them. Let’s leave this land.”
“Hopefully,” Tytus spoke.
“Anywhere so long it’s far from Aranel.” Raddis murmured in agreement.
“I still hope it’s some place warm.” Thule added, amusingly.
“Did we forget anyone else?” Endo asked.
“If you’re asking about me, I’m right behind you.” Taras laughed, teasing the man with a poke. He was completely transparent.

Miriel continued moving forward. Just forward. Too much had happened this day. From the loss of Joplin, who she didn’t necessarily like, but was still family even if he was crazy, to the appearance of her sister. Aranel had saved them from the Elemental. He seemed about to attack and she had snapped his neck. The painful memories of her powers returned to Miriel and she snapped them out. Another thought occurred. Ha’zi. She smiled suddenly, much against her own will, as she remembered him with kicking a ball of flame at her. How had he done that? Was that another power of the Warrior? Did he take that ability from someone else? But what truly bugged her was the hate in his eyes. The absolute hate. After hacking her to bits earlier, when he stole her ability she had actually been afraid of him. Scared. She was only scared of a few things. And now Ha’zi had become one of them. A tear trickled down her cheek but she brushed it away and kept moving, making sure to keep everyone up, her hands full with people. Ha’zi didn’t matter, he shouldn’t matter. He was just a pawn in a game she had been forced into. They all were. She had been dealt a bad card. There was no way around it now. The only people she had left were her family. And she would fight with tooth and nail to protect them.

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The sunset in the forests, darkness falling upon Daugo and Arandil who had become further lost in the maze of Ithilien trees.

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Arandil grabbed his torched torch and lit it. He told the hobbit."Stay close lad, don't want you to get lost.You have a bigger role to play than me, it's best you get to the outpost."
 
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