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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Thoruk, confused about what was happening, would grab the only thing not swallowed by complete darkness, the hand offered to him from above. "Is this Durin?" he would think, not sure if this was a dream or not after the things that had happend in the last few years.
 
Well the outhouse wasn't in usable condition, Iver thought to himself as he kept on running toward the trees. after he would be deeper in the woods he would stop next to a short tree that he could use his leaves to wipe his ass, took down his pants and squatted down and spread his butt chicks, unleashing the wrath of his guts.
 
The ragdoll-like Haradrim THUMPed onto the ground upon impact, a sensation he'd gotten quite used to. He experienced some momentarily groaning and aching as he got up then stretched a bit after that miraculous launch, then peered out to examine the situation going on around him.
 
After hearing the distinctively annoying footsteps, Sigeric opened the surface of the crystal and crawled out, lightheaded. Pure adrenaline and sheer willpower were the only things preventing him from falling completely unconscious. He still had a purpose here, he thought, looking across the battlefield towards the Screaming Giant, being subdued by the Black Rangers, and the Armoured Giant charging at them. In Sigeric's mind, a memory stirred. Back on the island, he had realized too late that they were being deceived into slaying the Karoltai. It had all been a farce. He had been too late to stop them from killing Berra, or any of the others (except Osman, that cunt deserved it). He saw the same scenario unfolding before his eyes. If killing the protos was necessary to avoid the fate that awaited Middle-Earth, then Sigeric would not hesitate for a moment, but this was not going to help them. It would only serve to enrage the others, wherever they had fled to. Besides, the last thing he wanted was the existence of Shifters strictly loyal to Gondor. He wanted them alive. Then again, he could not allow them to kill his comrades, either. Sigeric ran as fast as he could across the field, toward the remaining Black Rangers.
 
His horse wasn’t far, but he’d need something to stop the body from harming it, this was unbearable for him alone. He just needed to get the man out of the clearing, perhaps he could be helped, he wasn’t even sure if he was a gondorian though, perhaps one of those Proto giants; still, if he was still alive and he could be kept alive, a prisoner to trade for the Leviathan could be necessary. Thus, he resolved to make it away from the clearing into cover then decided how to transport the man. He’d get to his horse first though and lead it along.
 
Iver shat out the past two weeks of lunch in a hard mess of crap.

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Thoruk was hoisted up, his body emerging from the shadows like a seal out of the water. He broke through the hole and was taken into a world of stone, a cavern lit by volumes of magma.

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As Rambo was making his way through the field with the steaming body over his shoulder, he caught sight of someone running towards him.

Sigeric noticed one of the black rangers in tatters walking across the field with some corpse on his back as he tried to reach the Screaming Giant.

Ha'zi glanced at the Armoured making a dash for the Screaming.

The Screaming was being dragged through the dirt in circles. Its head was fastened to the earth, causing it to choke on the literal ground whilst the Gondorians attempted to keep its arms stretched, a failing battle. Its right arm raised but was hooked by one of the horsemen. It swung its hand in his direction but another hook caught it from the opposing direction resulting in a tug of war between the horses.

Tytus tried to scream as his hand was badgered by those horsecunts. He tried to giantize them. He tried to scream. But all that came out through the gravel was a muffled guttural screech that failed to reach any of their ears.

Another horseman ran past the hand wielding a humungous blade that was clearly unfit for practical use in close-quarter combat yet he swung it at the Screamer's hand, slicing through four of its fingers cleanly with the massive sword. One more horseman swung an exact replica at its thumb and cut through it, disarming the giant. The two horsemen with the oversized blades rushed for the beast's head as it gurgled in agony.

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Shoot... that wasn't going to end well. Knowing time was incredibly limited, Ha'zi took a risk and attempted to send a mental warning forward to Vardamir, projecting, "Captain, Armoured incoming!". After this, he started to run towards them, too, ready to pull out his weapon for action.
 
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"I need to find a food that wont kill me on the way out" Iver mumbled to himself, he switched to raisin soup hoping that it will solve all of his problems but flying non stop without taking breaks really killed him slowly.
Once done Iver would wipe his ass and get up. "Well those guys are terrible conversation material and i am getting tired of talking with Arandil, so what should i do?" He asked himself as an idea suddenly showed up in his head.
Iver would walk to his shack and grab a rope before leaving toward the cliff which he saw Miriel nearby after she took care of Aranel.
 
"Ha...zi?" Vardamir said aloud upon hearing the voice. He glanced about suddenly and saw the Armoured rushing towards his men. "Mateus!" He cried.

It was too late.

There was a pause in movement on Tytus' left and he took the opportunity to lift his head up. Tytus spat the dirt out in multiple coughs then smiled as he inhaled and prepared to giantize every last one of them.

"DI-aaaaaaaaggghhhhh!!!!" Tytus' arms were cut off and his body towed out of the Screaming Giant's nape. His cries were drowned out as a fist pummeled into his adam's apple and he fell on the neck of his giant's corpse. Two men stood over the wriggling body.

"What's the order? Bag n' tag or put him down now?"

"We're instructed to execute him but with the Captain around. Gag him so he shuts up."

"-mmaaawwmmaaaa-" The Screaming Shifter groaned, waving his arm stumps as he futilely tried to grab his throat.

"Shut up." Shin shoved a balled up bandage into his mouth.

"You'll pay for your crimes soon enough," Keratos stated, reaching to pick him up before a cry erupted from Mateus.

"INCOMING!"

"Huh-" Keratos leaped out of the way just as a large hand swiped the air where he stood and clamped around the Screaming Shifter. He tumbled down the giant's back and glanced up to see the Armoured open its mouth and toss in the Screamer. "What?" Keratos asked as he witnessed the cannibalism.

"BRING IT DOWN!" Someone cried and a fire-spear was thrown, missing its foot and exploding nearby.

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Thoruk's eyes adjusted to the dimness of the cave and he saw dwarven runes across the cavern. Old tomes. The language was khazad yet these were words and illustrations that even he did not know. His eyes came into contact with the figure who had raised him from the shadows. He kneeled before a mighty statue.

Thoruk could only see his back, a maddening mess of brown uncut and uncombed hair falling over a simple bronze plate over a brown tunic with accompanying brown pants. He was barefoot and Thoruk actually noticed the figure to be quite large. Nearly four times his size or five. Maybe bigger. Yet the statue was even larger and rose into the stalactites of the cavern. Thoruk could not place the face, however, he remembered it from somewhere.

It stood, arms apart in an almost Eru-like pose. Strange inscriptions were drawn over each part of its body, resulting in a runic-like skin. Before Thoruk could take a closer look at the sculpture, the kneeling figure turned around and looked him in the eye. His face was young and fair and his beard was long and mighty but his eyes were an old dark brown speaking of tales of bygone times. His hands were strangely bound in what appeared to be chains that ran across his body. Thoruk instantly knew who it was.

"Hello, my friend." His hoarse like the course grinding gears of the mines.

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Sadly, Iver did not find a rope. Just some dirty leaves in the outhouse. The woodlands were dark and the portion of the forest that had burnt down was eerily silent.

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What the hell?! Hering thought, taking all but a second to notice no uniform and him being not recognizable. Yet the biggest problem was the frying pan heading for his head. He'd go to move and his and body out of the way of e blow, angling it to where he could potentially thrown the man over his shoulder or dislocate his arm.
 
Thoruk's chin could almost touch the ground as far as he had opened his mouth, standing there, almost frozen, in awe. Yet, his whirled up beard would not show his open mouth to who he was standing opposite of at this moment. After a few seconds of quietness Thoruk would barely get out "HELLO THERE" "You're..."
 
Sigeric payed little mind to the soldier, fixated as he was on Tytus and Berethor. His eye was caught, however, when the dark-skinned ranger pointed a sword at him and demanded to know his identity. A shame, really. He had thought that he was at least somewhat well-known. "The Guardian." He said curtly, before coming to a stop. "Wait, who are you carrying?"
 
Ha'zi grimaced upon seeing the results of his telepathy. Sure, it was a bit late in timing, but at least they were able to recover quickly, and that nothing terrible happened, it seemed. Still, he knew that as the seconds to minutes flew by, more now disastrous things were bound to occur. Keeping his eyes focused on the Armored, the Haradrim continued to travel towards the detrimental Giant.
 
"Why the fuck am i looking for a rope in the forest when i have one that we bought to repair the saddle in our supplies?" Iver thought to himself because clearly he was going to look for a rope in his shack.
Iver would go to his shack to grab the long rope that they bought in case that the saddle would need repairs. From there he would go to the cliff he mentioned earlier to the DM that he saw Miriel near by after she took care of aranel.
 
“Oh, my Lord.” He nodded to Sigeric. “I’m not sure, poor bastards been burned beyond recognition, might be a protogiant or one of us.”
 
Iver did manage to find the rope but not before a couple of people saw him. They paid him no heed and soon he was on his way, retracing his steps back to that fateful clifftop.

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"Aye." Was the bearded figure's response. He kept kneeling, however, his sheer size meant he was still greater than Thoruk in height. He kept his head bowed and merely waited as Thoruk watched him.

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The frying pan missed Hering's face, heavily smacking into his shoulder. Hering managed to grab ahold of his opponent but before he could continue he felt something heavy fall upon him and he was brought into a chokehold by another foe. The man ahead of him was trying to rip free of his grasp.

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The Armoured Giant scanned around and glimpsed the decaying Serpent's corpse.

Berethor grimaced and sighed. You were right Miriel. I'm sorry, Even. I'm so sorry. He looked away from the scene and saw the hordes of horsemen surrounding him like hunters to their prey. They were closing in and with a fierce grunt, the Armoured Giant resumed charging going straight for the mountains.

Ha'zi and Sigeric witnessed this turn of events whilst Rambo felt the burning sensations dissipate from the man on his shoulder. The steam was decreasing in volume yet the body continued to give it off as if it were a source.

One of the horsemen came by the shifters and Rambo and exclaimed, "Wait here. I'll get you steeds shortly!"

Vardamir glanced at the situation. The Armor was attempting a retreat with the Screamer. What of the Serpent and Leviathan? Likely deceased. The Warrior and Guardian were also missing. Perhaps they had been lost in the medley of battle. He needed to think quickly.

"Mateus, take your men and hunt down that Armoured whore!" He spurred his horse forward. "Be careful not to be ambushed. We have yet to understand the full scope of their abilities."

"Sir!" The man called, aiding up his brethren from the corpse of the Screamer.

"The rest of you, survey the area. I want a head count. Aid the survivors and secure the perimeter. Do not allow any unknowns to escape! Understood?"

"SIR!!" The cry went up from the rangers as they dispersed across the battlefield.

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Groaning, equally from the bitter sight of the Armoured escaping and his prior physical feats hastily taking their toll, Ha'zi deemed it time to take a break right as the rider came forth. "Thank... you... greatly..." He exhaustedly muttered his praises in response, his hands positioned on his knees as he bent over to take a breather.
 
After nearly a minute, the Armoured became a spec on the horizon as it ran through the forest, breaking trees in its haste. It did not appear to be slowing down but then again it was quite far off to see anymore. Vardamir rode past with an entourage of men at his heels.

"What's your situation, Ha'zi?" He asked the Haradrim whilst remaining mounted.

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