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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Mirecyla would cry and shake, memories she had buried deep within her and those that still haunted her surfaced up, and that burning wheel, fuck that wheel. Each time it turned a new memory while brief appeared, the realization that she would never be alone but her like a hammer. She could never be free with that bastard, if he lived.... Berethor dies, how else would it happen? She thought to herself, remembering Raddis she would go to suck in the fear energy letting out a low moan as she struggled. Reading her arm back she went to use that same fear to increase her strength going to slam her fist against the glass case.

”Yes I was raped.” BANG “Yes I love him.” BANG “Yes I’m jealous of Miriel.” BANG “Yes I am nothing!” BANG “But I was nothing long before you, I’ve loved before you, and served someone else before you, but not again, fuck you and your plan. I serve no one!” She’d roar, shrieking like a banshee as she went to throw a barrage of blows at the glass. Screaming through the fear and pain. She had once relied on Sauron but no longer, she’d show them all, she had to! “Damn you! Damn you!” She yelled picturing those who made her life hell. Tytus, Miriel, Osman, Morgoth, Sauron, her parents, the Balrogs, the older boys, etc she continued to batter at the wall until it broke, her hands broke, or she collapsed
 
"Look, random screaming girly, this may seem to be wrong, or horrifying, or deeply disturbing- or maybe even all of the above. But, Mr. Swifty Shifter here is a criminal, and mass murderer. He just got out of a brawl with one of your, I suppose, brother's friends. He assisted in the mutalations and deaths of hundreds of soldiers. Why, the Armored not only massacred thousands of Gondorians in that blasted valley, he and his kin serve the Dark Lord!"

"Now, while I can say he may be a bit... grislier... he is still the same son of a bitch that took out many lives for no good reason. Men with families: wives, children, and even siblings- little ones like you included. Does that not sound like the type of man that is justified in being hated and beaten?"
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Galador nodded, and softly followed his smaller band.
 
"Teli, you stupid fool!" Dimitri growled. The blade that struck down so many would not be used to kill another. "Stay thine blade, Melkor! We have a more important matter to deal with! Manwe comes for thou! And we have the means to take him out." Hopefully this would delay him enough for something to happen.
 
At first Iver watched in horror. Those... monsters, they killed eonwe, his wife and even their baby.
Then Iver watched in disbelief as the son of Tulkas charged the dark lord, and how the dark lord defeated him so easily.
Iver was scared, the being who broke him and caused took away his family, sanity, life and even his freedom was about to take away one of his friends.
Teli might not be the best friend. He met him 3 days ago and by this time all he did was try and kill him or orome. However, with the other options in the list being his half assed brother and the idiotic kid from harad, Teli was still in a good spot in his list.
Iver's fear slowly turned into anger. Anger about how what was done to him by morgoth, the years without sleep, the death of his father and sister, the life that were taken from him.
But Iver will not let him take away his friends, not again. At the first time they met Iver was scared, ashamed and alone. But this time, this time he was more scared that Teli will die because of his actions, he would be ashamed if he will do nothing and just let the dark lord slay another one of his friends and this time he wasn't alone, he had Shiva with him.

"Orome, take aule and Dimitri to safety, I'll save Teli" Iver told the valar through his mind as he shook the 3 off his back and with a screech of rage, he would charge in full speed at the dark lord.
 
Morgoth paused at the mention of Manwe. He turned to the Forochelrim and rebuked, "I am Manwe's bane." But before he could continue the giant bat charged him. Morgoth threw Telimekhtar with such force at it that the Son of Tulkas' armor shredded through the Flying Giant's skull, killing it in a single blow. Telimekhtar flew through the head cavity covered in brain and fur and other viscous fluid and smashed into the stratosphere with a resounding bang before coming to a stop. His body was a crumpled mess and it appeared one of his legs had been broken just from the twisted angle it jutted out at. "Pathetic."

The Balrogs began to laugh, a sickening sound as flames burst through their mouths and swirled about in the air. Morgoth's smile widened. He took a step forward to collect his prizes. The Flying Giant was his again and the Son of Tulkas would make a fine fare for his taste.
"Come to me." Morgoth raised his hand and willed them forward with his might.

Suddenly the bat's neck opened and the body of its shifter flew up into the air and alongside Telimekhtar's which slid across the ground toward Morgoth. "Yes. Your reckoning is he-" The wind was blown out of Morgoth as a force knocked him backward sending the Dark Lord onto his back. Iver and Teli saw their benevolent host appear before them as Morgoth grunted and arose, shadows coiling around his armored feet.

"O' Melky," The Trickster said as he held an amber gleaming Valar blade in his right hand, "I'm home."

Dimitri was left with the body of Aule and nothing to get them out of this mess. Six Balrogs stood within less than a hundred meters of him and both his ride and friend had been demolished by the Dark Lord. The only thing standing between him and them was the Trickster, the so-called Vala Orome.

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"Grh," Lasser muttered, "Shut him up and take them both. We'll kill the Levi-"

"AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" A blast of air hit Lasser and Raddis sending both men tumbling through the cabin walls and out. Tytus entered the room followed by Equas. The boy ran up to Arandil and began to break his chains with a hammer. "Don't worry. We're going to get you out." Equas told him.

"I'm so sorry," Tytus exclaimed as he walked past Arandil and over to the crying man. "Please forgive me, Marco. I never meant for any of this."

"Ma-ma..." Marco wept and began to scream as Tytus broke his restraints. He panicked in fear like a rabid animal.

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"I have my ways," Aranel said and slowly her body began to evaporate...no...it became transparent to Thoruk's eyes. She disappeared into thin air?!

He felt movements in the soil and leaves brushed aside, suddenly a bush parted and he felt her presence leave him. Now he was alone in the forest. He had left the two dwarves back for quite some time...would he return to them or wait?

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In a fit of rage, the chamber of ice shattered around Mirecyla and Sauron's visage vanished. She had won. She was...free.

Little did she realize this was all Sauron's plan.

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"Hmm," Ela thought for a long time, "Ya might be right but ya didn't have to hurt him like that." She remarked then contemplated further and said, "I think I heard something like screaming once a few days ago. In the basement. That's where him and the others stayed. I think."

Suddenly, the door opened and a number of black rangers entered the residence, blades pointed at Shin.
"Oh," Vardamir held his hand up for restraint, "It's you. What's this? Who's that and who's she?" He asked Shin indicating the mess of blood and vomit, the man on his back and the little girl.

Galador saw the scene at hand and realized they hit a jackpot so to speak. Something interesting happened here and quite recently by the looks of it.

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Keratos' smile widened underneath his visor and he lead her off as she gently clutched his arm, moving with the rest of the rangers toward the barracks.

Daugo watched them depart whilst Ostopher and a few others lagged behind, intentionally waiting on him. Sigeric and Ha'zi had yet to leave the General's chamber. What on Arda were they discussing in there?

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Mirecyla tumbled onto the floor with a grunt, landing on her hands and knees, ice shards sinking into her skin. Crawling off to the side with a few more grunts and gasps she would sit down, pulling out the shards. She looked around for a quick second before quickly leaning over and throwing up, although because she hadn’t eaten anything in who knows how long nothing came out. Once she was done she looked around once more. “Where the hell am I?” And where did you go you bastard she thought to herself.
 
"Equas? Tytus? You fuckers like to make things dramatic don't you? You must be blessings from Eru."

He turned his eyes towards Marco."Poor lad, he was in a coma for so long only to be tortured beyond belief by these bastards. Why lads? As grateful as I am to this rescue I have one question; Why are you taking such a big risk to help us?"

But after a second after that question, he knew there was no time for any questioning or congratulating as a village full of furious and pissed off people would engulf them if they would not act fast."Actually.." he then said. "We can talk later.Right now I think it's time we get the fuck out of here."
 
Dimitri beheld his comrade be thrown like a ragdoll, and the infinite evil of Morgoth nearly seize and destroy Iver and the Son of Tulkas. But, as usual, the Trickster saves the day. Arrayed before him was the cabal of Morgoth, the Balrogs, beings of an ancient time so powerful and evil that even Ungoliant feared them. And Dimitri was powerless to stop them. He had no weapons, no armor. In this time of desperation, Dimitri fell to a knee and resorted to his last weapon: prayer. "Tulkas, Mine lord, Mine Strength, Mine Shield. I call to thy in mine time of distress. Grant me thine holy wrath to smite my foes, so that the world may know your divine power. Grant me thine joyfulness, so that battle may be a method to give praise to you with happiness. Grand me thine fervor, so that I may face all foes with steel in my heart." Dimitri recited, remembering the 204th Verse of the Prayer of Tulkas the Everwrathful Lord of War. Upon finishing the 204th of 400 Verses, he stood back up, and waited to see what would happen. But now, he was ready to face death. At least he knew that he wouldn't fall without a weak heart, and would go to the Halls of Nor Sali Tulki when he did.
 
Thoruk would stand there. "Vanishing... what comes next?" A giant purple dude snapping with his fingers, killing half of the universe? he'd grumble. "I'd better go back and tell 'em ab.." he stopped mid-thinking. Now that he thought about it, if something like her, Aranel, was moving around in these forests, it would be the best that his brothers tell their king that these lands aren't save anymore, also, more guards could've saved his father. "Maybe they'll save someone else." Thoruk would think, sitting down, pumping heat into his fist, slamming it onto the ground. May it be a way to get some relief of these burdens on his back or may it be him trying to sense other persons, using his powers.
 
One moment Iver was charging the dark lord and a moment later he was on the floor, his head smashed by the one he tried to save.
Iver felt an invisible power grabbing him and pulling him out of his bat corpse, he tried to hold onto it, but to no avail, the dark lord pulled him and he couldn't resist.
"Well, I'm fucking fucked beyond anything imaginable" he thought to himself as the master he disobeyed took ahold of him once more. But luckily for him, Orome decided to use his power to actually do something that did not have anything to do with bullying Iver, he decided to fight morgoth.
Iver fell in the floor, next to still alive Teli. "It seems that I did save you.... Kinda.... You are not dead.... Yet" Iver told the probably knocked out Maia as he grabbed him and started dragging him towards Dimitri, taking a routine around morgoth and Orome.
 
Dimitri felt something swell in his heart and suddenly power rushed through him in one swift river of diarrhea as he shat himself in front of the Balrogs. Dimitri's prayers went unanswered.

"Uhhh....." Telimekhtar groaned, he tried to move and failed, his body flopping to the ground. His legs were both broken and his arm had been badly scraped.

The Balrogs laughed as they watched Dimitri defecate himself and four of them broke ranks at the sight of Iver making a beeline for the Forochelrim. They blocked his passage now leaving them trapped between the Trickster and Morgoth as well as the Balrogs.

Meanwhile, Iver heard the conversation between the two ancients unfold.

"Orome. You're protecting these..." Morgoth glanced past the Trickster's shoulder at the Forochelrim's shit-stained clothing. "Apes. I mean, I know you had fallen from grace but I did not expect you to be in bed with my late experiments."

The Trickster snickered, "Melkor, you're my brother and I love you but you still haven't changed a bit haven't you? Still, a prickly assbutt now aren't you." He waved his hands in exemplification.

"What did you just call me?" Morgoth's eyes burned with rage.

"Act as tough as you like. We both know the truth. This is one large temper tantrum. Daddy didn't love me enough so I'm going to start the Dagor Dagorath!" The Trickster imitated Morgoth.

"You're wrong."

"Am I? It's always been like this. You've always done this. Destroy every little creation because you weren't given the flame of creation. That's it right?"

"No. Liste-"

"Then what changed? As far as I can see, all you've done since leaving that void has been to slaugh-"

"Just listen to me, Orome!" Morgoth's voice raised with such anger that the skies darkened in the ether and a set of fiery orange wings appeared behind him in a split millisecond stretching out from east to west before vanishing. The Trickster went quiet.

"Yes. I have caused pain and suffering beyond redemption. However, I no longer seek absolute destruction. I have changed brother. I have seen the truth. After you cast me into that black pit, that abyssal void of wretched despair, I had time to think. All I could think of was returning to you. To us. As a family. To returning Ea to its true form. To do this one must raze away the foundation until there is nothing left then build it up anew."

"And the cost of this is the lives of all those that inhabit this world? I cannot allow for that, Melkor. And I shall stop you, even if it means that I must throw you back into that pit." The Trickster's grip on his Vala blade tightened as he took a step forward.

"Brother, the cost of peace is one achieved through the blood of many. This you must know. If this world is to continue it will be brought to ash by those that inhabit it. Whether that be through the influence of Manwe or the squabbles of the Children of Illuvatar. Ea will be tarnished regardless. But with me, I can rebuild Ea. Our father is dead. I am his successor. I can recreate the world with balance and harmony. Orome, I can save us." Morgoth stood his ground as his adversary approached. He made no effort to defend himself.

"And what may this world be? One filled with drakes and orcs and vile beasts? What of the Children of Illuvatar? What of the Ainur? What of me, brother? Where shall I fit in your fantasy?" The Trickster stalled for time as he neared his foe.

"This world shall be a perfection of the mistakes of our father. A world expansive enough for all races to live in sustenance and bliss. A world where we can be a family again. All of us-" Morgoth slowly took a step backward as the Trickster pressed on.

"What of Tulkas? Where is our brother? No need to answer. Mandos told me. You slew him and consumed his fea. Where will Tulkas be? What of his son? What shall become of your foes, brother?"

"I shall recreate him. And them. All of them. They shall serve us, brother. I can rebirth this world into splendor. I can save them, Orome. I can save your family." Morgoth managed to say just as Orome came upon him with the blade. The Trickster had raised the blade but hesitated.

"Nieliqui?" Orome stared into Melkor's fiery eyes.

"I can save her. And Vana. And Tulkas. Manwe too. We can be a family again. As it was meant to be in Valinor, it shall be once more. All you have to do is take my hand, brother. And I will show you. All of our loss will not be in vain. This world hates us. We are outcasts to them. Look how the Ainur have treated you. You are a King amongst them and they call you 'Trickster' and me 'Black Foe'. We are more than brothers. We are one and the same. Join me, brother. Take my hand."

Orome held the Vala blade to Morgoth's chest, ready to plunge it home but deep down-Orome knew he could not do it. He could not kill Morgoth. Not because Mandos decreed that he was necessary for defeating the Void but because he was his brother. More so than all the Valar. Even Tulkas. Even Aule. Morgoth understood him the most. And in reality, if this was all a deception to lure down his defenses and slay him, Morgoth could have done that by now. He was outmatched and the fact he had come so close was out of Morgoth's benevolence. There was only one course of action he could take.

"Pardon my aides. Allow them to survive this conflict and the coming calamities." Orome bargained.

"Done." A smile came across Morgoth's visage. His eyes shone with hope. "Is that a yes?"

Orome turned to look at Iver for the last time. He smiled, the classic Trickster-esque smirk adorning his lips.

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"Yeah," Equas agreed as he broke the wooden cuffs holding Arandil down. The Gondorian was freed.

"We can't let them use the Leviathan on Gondor. If they do then we are doomed to a war that shall consume my people and yours," Tytus explained as he lifted Marco up. Arandil saw that the man was missing his legs from the knees down. What sort of torture had he been put through here? Was this all Raddis? Or had Lasser done this? Did Miriel know about this? Did she...sanction it?

The answers were becoming all too clear.

"Hurry, let's go! Equas will take you and make a break for the trees. I'll draw their attention to the south. You head north! Make haste!" Tytus proclaimed and rushed out with Marco over his shoulder.

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As Thoruk slammed his fist into the earth, he heard a broken scream come from the direction he had left the cart. It was a dwarven yell. It was cut short and he heard the caws of birds as they flew in the opposite direction from the noise.

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Mirecyla found herself in some sort of lit dungeon. She laid in a pile of glass and bits of crystal surrounded her as she realized what had just occurred. She had broken free of the crystalline chamber she enclosed herself in.

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Thoruk would jump up as he sensed a dwarven yell. "No!" he'd grumble, hesitation coming up in him, putting on his helmet, making haste, running towards where he had left his company, waiting for him.
 
”Hmmmm” she mumbled, standing up and sliding the debris off of her, picking it out where it got stuck. She’d look on the floor for a large piece of crystal and then start to slowly make her way to the entrance of the room
 
Sigeric nodded. "I agree. We need to be as strong as possible for the coming battles." Meanwhile, he responded to Ha'zi's mental message once more. "I wish to know what Belzagar is thinking as well. We need information. However, he is not the only person to be hiding things from me. I expect you to tell me more about this revelation concerning your children."
 
"Oh, nothing much, Vard. Just me cleaning up one last mess while everybody else does shit. Thanks for caring about my absence, too, friend," he replies, muttering the last part.

"Anyway, this sad sack upon my back is the Armored shifter from earlier, who scampered away and nearly would have escaped entirely if I hadn't pursued him- You're welcome! And as for this girl... she's just some bystander. The Armored broke into her house a while back, I suppose, and has set up base here with some other scum in the basement. Mentioned something about screams, so might want to look into that."

"Wow... wait, did you also break into this house?" Galador asked.

"That's not important," Shin replied, evading the question. "What is, however, is that this guy goes behind bars ASAP. Mind giving me a hand, any of you? He's a heavy one."

"Uh, sure," he stepped forward and went to assist with carrying the shifter, which was quite a worrying task, not only because of, well, holding one of these mystical individuals, but also because of the concerning amount of blood over him. "Shin... did you kill him?" The Gondorian asked, quite pale.

"Oh, it's nothing. He's fine- just taking a little nap, that's all."

"If you say so..."
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"Seriously, Sigeric? No comments, questions, concerns? That is the most blank reaction I've ever seen- and heard- to such a reveal. I swear, times like these actually make me want Iver to come back. I mean, he may be the most irritating guy in all of Arda, but at least he has stimulating conversation..."
 
"Shhhhh, it's ok Telimekhtar, the best thing you can do now is to rest" He said as the Maiar tried to move, "Oh fuck" he would add as the Balrogs blocked his path. Orome was distracting Morgoth, but he had to deal with the Balrogs, and he doubted he could beat them at the current state.... but what if.....
Iver bent over the Maia and started drinking the blood that poured from him to the floor while listening to the Valar talk.
"Done." Iver heard and got up, whipping the blood from his face and looked at Orome and Melkor.
"Orome...." He started saying something but seem to regret it, "can you two at least leave us the sun until you destroy the world? I mean, let us the mortals enjoy it for a little while before you kill us all" he said, hoping that Melkor was in a good mood with his brother now joining his ranks.
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"We shall not interact until further orders" Vana would say as she knew that mistreating the situation will not please Manwe.
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Radmir followed the two
 
"I apologize, Ha'zi. After everything that we've been through, I simply cannot be surprised by anything anymore. When one sees the end of the world, all else seems to be overshadowed. Perhaps I should not have been so blunt. Now, we can hardly have a long mental dialogue with Belzagar standing there. I'm afraid I don't have the energy left to read his mind. If you wish to, feel free, but we can always meet with him later. I think we should be going." Sigeric spoke verbally next, to Belzagar. "I believe that is all that we need to discuss, sir. I am sure that you are quite busy with the preparations for the festival and the diplomatic mission. I take my leave." Unless Belzagar were to say something or stop him, Sigeric would exit the room.
 
"No." Morgoth replied and waved his hand at the Balrogs, "Leave them be. This world shall soon be marred and they will live to see the coming of a new beginning."

The Balrogs backed away and returned to the sun with a few mumbled curses at the Dalishman and the Son of Tulkas. Telimekhtar was too dazed to realize Iver had been sucking his blood and the Dalishman had felt certain tremors in his abdomen and spine. His body tingled more and more as he slurped away at the red liquid but it wasn't the blood so to speak but more so what was in the blood...a certain taste that was not common with normal blood. It did not taste like metal as blood usually would but rather of some honeyed substance. And Iver had become addicted in an instant. He felt stronger now and his energy seemed to have been replenished with such a little amount.

"So, brother? Will you join me?" Morgoth put out his hand and the Trickster reluctantly took it, sheathing the amber Valar blade. "Good. I'm glad you saw reason in my plight. Now to-"

VROOOOOOOOOOOO-

A large vessel appeared through the ether above them, its sails were silver and its oars gold, with a fashioned swan on its prow that stood beautiful and defiant in the face of such calamity.

An unearthly roar escaped Morgoth as he swiped his other hand at the ship unleashing a torrent of his malice, shaped in the form of shadows which swarmed the vessel yet failed to penetrate beyond a thickened shield of light. The shadows were repelled by a brilliant beam of starlight that fired directly at Morgoth and the Trickster.

Iver watched the smaller Vala push the larger out of the beam as it obliterated the stratosphere where they stood, leaving a large gaping hole into the skies below. The Balrogs scrambled in defense around the Sun, raising arms to guard it.

Dimitri beheld the miracle, the legend, their salvation - Vingilótë. The Mariner Earendil's flagship.

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"Take him, Equas," Tytus put the crying Marco down on the field floor as the boy began to tremble. Arandil heard shouts from behind them. The village was awake. They were coming. They were coming for him and Marco...

"Equas?" Tytus asked as the boy's body shook and various versions of him fell apart from the original. They were perfect replicants and numbered eleven

"Yeah?" They all asked in unison. "Let's go." Six went to Marco and began carrying him whilst four stayed with Arandil and one began running alongside Tytus.

"Farewell, Arandil. I'm sorry I dragged you both into this mess." Tytus said to the Gondorian. "If you can find Sigeric, the Guardian Shifter, I need you to warn him of the coming storm. Miriel wants blood for what your people did." And without an answer from Arandil, he ran off with one of the Equas' following in hot pursuit.

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Thoruk reached the cart and saw what had occurred. Blood everywhere. Too much blood. Grimsby and Grimsbold could not be alive. There were a few body parts laying about around the cart and some...stringy organic material left over the seat. He heard a sound. Something like chewing...

It came from behind the cart.

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"Take him back to Belzagar. See to it that he is guarded. I'll search the remainder of the house. Find the Hybrid Shifter." He commanded Shin, Galador and Arcturus in that order.

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Daugo heard the doors to the chamber open and Sigeric walked out. Ostopher watched on in curiosity.

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Ha'zi and the General were the only ones left in the room. The man's dark eyes watched Ha'zi with some sort of hidden gleam behind them. What was his problem?

Ha'zi naturally picked up on the man's thoughts...yet there were none. Ha'zi could not sense anything in Belzagar's mind. It was as if he hit a wall. As if he were trying to scrounge up food from feces. He could not find anything.

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Mirecyla picked up a large glass shard and saw a long tunnel leading out towards a dead-end. The corridor was barely lit and the torches flickered ominously threatening to allow the shadows a haven to roost.

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Iver felt vibration going through his body as his energy filled him up, "THIS IS AMAZING" he shouted as everyone slowed down around him. In slow motion a ship arrived and the Balrogs scattered, Iver watched as a light beam vaporized Orome and nearly did the same to Morgoth. "I AM UNBEATABLE" He would scream as he sprinted towards the Balrogs preparing to transform on impact with the closest one.
 
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