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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Tamara was a bit confused, who was this guy, or rather, who were these guys? Before she was even able to ask someone a young man stepped out and attacked the one laying on the ground. No one seemed to care. "W-what.." she wanted to ask what in gondors name was happening right now but an eye-blink before she could finish her question a loud noise rang above them. "Move!" she would hear as Keratos pulled her back. ZAP A lightning came crashin in, right infront of them. A shiver would slowly go down Tamara's back. What was this? What just happend? They boy infront of her, beating the unconscious guy over and over again, a whole LIGHTNING crashing into them and the young man shook it off like it was nothing but a tickle. She felt insecure, she felt a bit in danger. These.... people, she travelled with them all the time... but could she realy trust them? Tamara would back off a bit, pushing through the gondorian crowd. This was too much for her at once. It almost reminded her of that day in minas tirith and that made her uncomfortable. "What if these guys betray us... betray me?" she would ask herself, staying away from the action, trying to find some place to sit, to clear her mind and get rid of all these pictures from minas tirith that had gathered in her mind again.

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Thoruk would slightly turn his head towards Aranel's direction, yet he wouldn't stop running towards the river. One way or another the river could save him, or maybe even both of them. "I'm sorry" he would slowly say, looking out for whatever made these stomps. "Wait, don't tell me..." it hit him like a rock. The ginger was still in the magma, so who else could make these stomps? "Norio..." he would say, stopping mid-way, turning around. "He murdered them..." Thoruk would mumble, his anger showing up again. "NOBODY HURTS DURINS KIN" he would shout, his finger tips unleashing blue and red sparkles, this wasn't what his anger would normaly do, this wasn't even Thoruk anymore.... Small lightnings jumped in his hands, as did fire. It was personal for him at this point, the ending of his beard glowing strangely blue-ish as he unleashed lightnings from his whole body. Overpowered ginger or not, he had a grudge to revenge, at any costs.

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Artos was trying his best, yet his ice was to no avail as it seemed. "I'm melting..." he would think, still releasing an ice-beam. The ice melt and so did he. These were the worst enemies he could face and yet he stood his ground to the last. One beam after another, still to no avail, before he turned around in an attempt to retreat and managed to see the two Valar standing opposite of each other. "Lady Vana!" he would shout, caught in between a Valar, and several creatures of the dark lord himself. He would turn away from the balrogs as his help was unnecessary against fire-demons and turn towards their holiness, Vana and their enemy. He would hover towards them, attempting to shoot an icebeam directly at Morgoth.
 
Lightning continued to strike the Son of Tulkas. Ha'zi's flames burnt so brightly but Dimitri's stoney figure weighed him down completely. The flames began to peter until Ha'zi screamed, "Get off me, scum!" Dimitri was blasted by extreme heat, azure flames scorching his stone-face with such force that it lifted him off Ha'zi just enough for the Haradrim to push back...

The Gondorians stood around confused, unsure of what to do or who to aid. The newcomer had threatened them in a way that made it seem he was of important nobility...yet...he fought against one of their allies, a comrade. Keratos hit Shin, "Shut it. This is not a time for jokes." He scolded him before a horn was blown. Keratos turned around, searching for Tamara who had vanished, his eyes fervently seeking her out amongst the chaos.

The horn blew again. Keratos recognized Ostopher's apprentice-boy sounding it. "GONDORIANS!!" Ostopher called out.

"DEFEND THE WARRIOR GIANT! THE ENEMY IS UPON US! TAKE HIM ALIVE!" The commander swiped his hand across the field and called to the apprentice-boy, "Bastian! Bring me my gauntlet!" Ostopher looked to his men, "What are you waiting for?! ATTACK!!!" His finger fell upon Dimitri.

Keratos grit his teeth; Mateus gripped his pike, pulling it off his horse's rear; Furdin grumbled and unsheathed his greatsword and Shin finally had an excuse for violence. The other soldiers surrounding them reacted similarly, seizing their blades and knocking arrows.

Ostopher looked down upon Daugo while Bastian fetched his mechanic arm. "I do not like you, hobbit. I do not trust you. But you are my compeer. Now, show me your true potential."

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Tamara found herself hearing shouting and orders from those Gondorian men. She couldn't help but feel fear as she ventured off into the unknown. She was still close by but hidden by the undergrowth. She did not know what to do. She was far from home with all these strange people...but she could trust some of them...right? Keratos...she could trust him...

These thoughts preoccupied her mind.

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As Thoruk turned around and shouted, he saw something above the treetops. A giant hand swiped one of the trees, taking hold of it and ripping it out of the earth before swinging it around.

"HE JUST WANTS PEACE!"

Thoruk's rage was paused momentarily by the recognization of that voice. He knew that voice...

It was the giant voice that belonged to his kin, Grimnir...and the bastard before him Osman. So...Grimnir was dead. And whoever these people were...they had killed him and seized his giant from him. Today, not only a member of his kin had been felled, but a friend, albeit a bad one. Yet he was still a friend nonetheless and a brother going back to that horrible incident in the Prancing Pony. The ground shook with more stomping.

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The dragon's heads swiveled around and caught Iver snatching in the act.

Earendil prepared for his ensuing doom but as he recited his prayers to Illuvatar and Manwe, the beast he had slain beforehand appeared, swooped in and devoured him. At that point, Earendil lost all hope for Arda. If he could not slay these beasts...what could? The Mariner was gulped down by the Flying Giant, dropping his shield which was then caught by it.

The dragon tossed Vingilote away as her target was stolen from her. Her wings contracted in a sweeping blow of wind and she flew after the smaller creature making away with the Silmaril, the gemstone glowing in the dark stormy clouds.

Iver could hear it charging after him. It was somehow able to keep up with his supersonic speeds, his wings flapping maddeningly causing miniature tornadoes in his wake.

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The mist of vegetation that had clouded Undolog's eyes dissipated. She saw...her brothers cutting down the enemy where they stood. One of them gripped her up and pulled her to her feet whilst Lungorthin and Ranzolg mowed through them like cattle brought to a butcher.

Artos managed to fire a single icy wave at the Dark Lord before a mace crushed his entire body, melting and smashing through it in a decisive blow. The ice beam took Morgoth's flank by surprise, then suddenly, he felt a blade sink into his back.

The Dark Lord turned around and found himself staring at Daedoran; some stupid Maia thinking he could end this war with a single stab. Morgoth swung Gurthang and with a single stroke, Vana saw her valiant servant's head roll off his body. The corpse toppled soon after and Morgoth returned to face her. At that moment, her wings shone through the darkness and blinded him if but only for a single second. Deadoran's sacrifice would not be in vain...or at least she thought...

Then Morgoth's grip over her neck tightened and she felt her soul slowly become undone within his clutch. "You think that can stop me? Me?!" Morgoth's cool composed attitude unraveled as his anger boiled to the surface. "I AM MORE POWERFUL THAN-"

"Oi!" Vana heard Aule's voice. Morgoth turned to the side and froze. Vana glimpsed her salvation. Aule held the figure of her husband before Morgoth's eyes and pinned Orome's own Vala blade against his throat.

"Hand her over or I kill him."

"You wouldn't dare." She could hear a twinge of doubt in Morgoth's prideful voice.

"Care to try me?" Aule smiled and poked Orome's jugular with the blade, a small opening formed and she could see the light of his fea, his soul visible...exposed...pregnable. Morgoth's grip on her tightened.

"Release her. And I shall leave you the only one of us who ever cared enough for your pretentious loathsome self."

"You think I am pervious to such manipulation, Aule? Oh, brother. How wrong are-" Morgoth's flippant retort was cut short as Aule raised the Vala blade.

"HALT! Ce-cease this madness, Aule. HERE!" Morgoth threw Vana down to her feet. "Unhand Orome." His voice seeped with desparation.

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Seeing himself outnumbered, Dimitri knew he had no chance at achieving victory. But he wouldn't go down that quietly. Dimitri rushed over to Teli and leapt onto him, turning himself into a shield for his brother-in-arms. "I will surrender." Dimitri forced out loudly. Bloody Ha'zi turned to a traitor.
 
Daugo nodded and turned towards Dimitri, expecting a fight, but he found a welcome surprise when the Forochelrim surrendered without one. He smiled smugly and walked up to him with some authority, quenching his infernal heat for the nonce. "Explain yourself," he said, pointing at the Iron Hunter with his head.

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Mirecyla found herself unable to stretch her powers that way, and the white hare leapt through the forest, gaining ground rapidly. It was soon out of sight, though the bushes rustled here and there where critters such as it might be moving.

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Undolog's eyes blazed with joy as she saw her comrades obiterating the puny Maiar, and felt a little ashamed that she had fallen in combat. She struggled to her feet, the Maia blade wound still aching hideously, and formed a javelin in her hand, looking for any remaining target to revenge herself upon.
 
Arandil did not know what was on his back, he knew not what just happened. And he was in utter confusion when he heard the sounds of swords unsheathing. He turned around to see what in Eru's name was on his back.But all this noise and commotion deep down made him fear that the shifters will locate him.
 
"W-why am I even here. These guys are crazy beyond meassure..." she'd think, holding her head with both hands. She thought about Minas Tirith, about the homely streets, a hard life, yet something she could bare with. "I don't want this life. I am no warrior. I wan't my old life back!" she'd mumble, a tear pouring down her cheek. She was clearly somewhat confused at this point. She realy wanted to see the world outside of the city, but now, now she had no interest in seeing anything of it anymore. The more she saw, the more insecure she felt.

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"Grimnir?" he'd mumble, his rage suddenly dissapearing for a few seconds. "WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT PEACE?! WHO ARE YA BUGGER ANYWAY?" Thoruk would shout, preparing himself for the worst as he saw a tree beeing grabbed by a giant hand. "ARE YOU THIS NORIO MAGGOT?! AND HOW COME THAT YOU SOUND LIKE A KIN OF DURIN? SHOW YOURSELF!" he would shout,storing heat in his fists, preparing to incinerate any trees that this... thing would shoot at him.

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"For... Vana..." Artos would mumble, turning around, preparing to spend his last power on using himself as a ice-bomb.
 
Well, seems like Iver's new friend did not like sharing his toys which lead Iver to think about a bunch of questions. Does Morgoth have to take care of all 3 heads or taking care of one is enough? Do they feel jealous or fight over who is the favorite head? do the extra heads feel like Vlad but with a head? which head control the body and-
The roar snapped Iver back to the scene, that big bugger managed to keep up with him. So much for the fastest giant or even the flying giant, this guy was clearly the flying giant.
"Why cant i shake em off?" Iver asked himself and soon enough Vlad answered "Because you carry a fucking lighthouse the size of an orange". "But how do i get rid of it?" Iver asked and Vlad replied "Cover it with something, I don't know, you were supposed to be the one with the autistically original ideas".
And so, Iver's giant bit his tongue and he tried to get blood all over the silmril and prevent the light from shining while pleading "Please, Silmril, don't shine so much".
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Vana watched in anger and sorrow as Daedoran sacrificed himself in order to save her life. She slowly chocked as Morgoth tighten his grasp and then fell on the floor gasping for air. "Th-thank you Aule" Vana said and coughed before teleporting herself, the rest of her companions and the bodies of the fallen back to Valinor. She was scared because now she had to report to Manwe, about a failure.
 
"Seriously, we've got to attack the warhammer-swinging guy who can turn to stone? Great..." Shin sighed, tying up his pouch and bringing out his crossbow. "What good is this, or anything we've got, against him anyway?" He muttered, loading the weapon quickly. Right as he was finally ready to engage (from a distance), Shin awkwardly heard the man cry out in surrender. Well then. He let out an increasingly long, agitated sigh, "Thanks for getting us all worked up for nothing." For now, he would miserably gaze at the two, impatiently tapping his feet.
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Galador moved towards Daugo as he asked for an explanation from the stranger, sheathing his hesitantly drawn out blade.
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The Haradrim shifter snickered. "You really think crying for peace and excuses is going to stop me from avenging Celeborn? Think again, Dimitri." Ignoring the negotiations that were currently imminent, the enraged Ha'zi mustered whatever he could of the storm's winds to unleash a massive gust towards the crouching Forochelrim and his sleeping companion, pushing it to launch the two upwards. If succesful, he would continue his barrage of fire and plasma at the Maia, letting all other possible concerns and sounds fall away as he concentrated on dealing justice.
 
"We have been on the run from Manwe and his servants. The Iron Hunter is a son of Tulkas, named Tell*insert rest of name*. Iver, the Trickster, and this one saved me from Manwe's prison. We saved and revived Aule and fought Morgoth, but in the battle, he was wounded sorely. Aye, he may have killed allies, but he is an enemy of our greatest foes and has been a great Ally to me." Dimitri began. "Listen to me, master Hobbit. He isn't our enemy. Morgoth brought back many of his balrogs, and a huge dragon. We need to help Tell here for the coming fight."

But Ha'zi's wrath couldn't be stayed. Dimitri clung to his ally while still in his stone form, protecting him as much as he could. "Ha'zi, please! This isn't the way!"
 
"Ha'zi, GET A FUCKING GRIP ON YOURSELF," Daugo yelled, annoyed at the boy's interruption. He still wanted the Iron Hunter dead, but enough time had passed so as to let reason kick in, which made the Haradrim's emotional response irritating and cumbersome. 'We will avenge Celeborn,' he thought, hoping that Ha'zi would passively pick up his mental processes, 'but not yet.' He waited a few seconds to see whether or not this worked, but regardless, started working on a technique he had never tried: he attempted to extract heat from the boy's body, reasoning that a low temperature would make him sluggish and less aggressive.
 
Daedoran stood still in shock after Morgoth simply shrugged off he blow. Soon after he took two staggered steps backwards, his body falling down and flopping against the ether, his head having rolled away in a shower of blood
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Ranzolg with the threat of Aule would turn around and snarl Morningstar gripped strongly in both hands as he waited for further orders
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Mirecyla would lower her arms and frown using her fear powers to create five throwing daggers and then a small trident. Once done she would make sure nothing was near the forest and went hunting, throwing dagger in one hand and trident in the other
 
Some small leech-like creature had plastered itself to one of the Gondorians' faces, its squirmy body sliding down his throat. The other man raised his blade and aimed it to poke the thing but the proximity to the man's face was far too dangerous.

Arandil felt a tiredness sweep over him.

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The Gondorians were forced to back away as Dimitri was raised up into the air and separated from Telimekhtar. Electrical lines assaulted the Son of Tulkas, causing his body to vibrate and twitch as shock waves ran through him. In addition to this, the flames all around them that had set the forest on fire swept upward and doused Telimekhtar, coating him in an infernal ball.

Ha'zi's rage went full throttle but Daugo managed to siphon his energy, causing him to cool down enough for Dimitri's words to begin to make their way through to him as the Forochelrim himself was hit by lightning which coursed through his stoney body.

Ostopher was between arming the gauntlet whilst his men had no idea what to do. The foe had surrendered before they even began to fight but Ha'zi was continuing. So most of them just backed away as Ha'zi's fires grew too intense to be near. The smoke blinded their eyes but a few of them thought they saw a hand emerging from the globe of fire.

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More noises, the Hobbit shouting, the black man screaming and a lot of confused yells.

Tamara could hear it all as she contemplated her life...

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Thoruk saw the tree fly, but not at him, rather in the opposite direction. There was a loud crash as it hit something and a cry of pain.

"LEAVE MASTER ALONE!"

Nothing came for Thoruk as he stood his ground ready to fight whatever was beyond the trees. It soon dawned on him...perhaps it wasn't talking to him.

But then...who was it talking to?

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Much to Iver's dismay, his blood was melted off the Silmaril and suddenly he felt a burning sensation across his claws holding it. The gemstone was heating up...

Behind him, he heard a thunderous voice.

"Who are you to interfere in my businessss?"

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Ranzolg cut through the last standing Maia, its body exploding into snowflakes which melted upon him. It caused his smoke and flame to diminish and weakened him for a mere moment.

Vana vanished before Morgoth and Aule. The two faced off against one another for a second, watching each other's movements before Aule whispered something into the unconscious Trickster's ear.

"This path you have elected...it shall not bring your daughter back, Orome. Surely you must know this." Then he spoke aloud to the Dark Lord.

"I must cut our reunion short. When we inevitably meet again-" His voice was cut short by Morgoth's interruption.

"It will be the last time."

"That we can agree upon. Until then, Morgoth." Aule's figure disappeared. Orome began to fall but was caught in Morgoth's grasp and carried over the ether until he was in the Dark Lord's arms. "Don't worry, little brother. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore."

The Balrogs saw their foes vanquished and found themselves staring at their sire holding the Vala Orome, whom they had been instructed to protect.

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Vana felt the shores of Aman beneath her feet. She was on the beaches of Valinor gazing out at the great ocean. She found herself alone...no....not alone. A single of her Maia survived. No. Not of hers.

"My Lady..." Mineltar gasped, "We...failed."

He was the only one to survive. And he wasn't even her Maia. All hers had been slaughtered. Artos, spirit of Ice, Kodya the Viner and Daedoran the Daring and many, many more had been ended. And all for what...?

Now Morgoth and the Trickster were in the league, they possessed a great dragon and them and their followers had become more powerful than ever. What was their fight for? What had their deaths accomplished? Had it all been in vain?

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"Stupid stone, you are going to get all 3 of into the dungeons of Morgoth" Iver said, referring to himself, Shiva and the asshole from the ship who tried to murder him. He then moved the stone to his other claw, almost dropping it as the dragon talked. "Oh great, the 3 headed dragon can talk but I'm here screeching like Hazi when he realized that i was right and Miriel used him" Iver thought to himself. "Well you already saw Card talking as a dragon and that giant snake thingy back at the cave" Vlad said and added "Also, it's a fucking stone why are you talking with it?" he asked Iver. "I am talking with you, a voice in my head that is not real and Shiva. I also seem to only achieve things by talking" He said remembering all of the times where he was never fast enough, strong enough or powerful enough to prevent bad things from happening, "And since i have no fucking idea what to do i-" His string of thoughts was cut as he soon realized that the dragon asked him a question.

"Since I can only screech i don't think  this will work between us" He tried to tell the dragon, knowing full well that only an autistic screech is going to leave his beast's mouth.
                              
Vana stayed silent for a moment, mourning over the death of her Maiar before she got up and turned towards Mineltar. "We were destined to fail without Manwe the mighty, but he.... had his reasons to not show up. All we can do now is report to him about the outcome of the mission and hope that he as a plan" She said and added in her mind "and a good reason for not showing up"
 
"Fuckin' emotional people," Daugo mumbled as he saw the flames starting to spread around the forest. It would not do to converse amid an inferno, so he tried to replicate what he had done with Ha'zi and siphon heat from the fires.

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Her trident came out a bit crooked and her daggers left much to be desired, but they were enough. She managed to catch an obese squirrel and one ragged-looking rabbit, though she could not be sure if she had burnt more calories with the effort than those that she would regain from eating. In any case, her meal was satisfying in a woodsy way, but it had been a while since she had felt really full. The sun was about an hour and a half from setting; she could either remain in her relatively comfortable camp, or depart and be prepared to ride through the forest at night.

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Undolog bowed and licked her wounds, relishing their crushing victory in silence.
 
The only thing Dimitri could do really was roar in pain and rage. Rage at the betrayal of Ha'zi. Rage at the attack of his gravely injured comrade. Rage at the stupidity of this all. Dimitri fell to his knee as the electricity flowed through him, and looked at Ha'zi with eyes that asked only one question: why?
 
Ranzolg immediately recognized his failure. He had been told to guard the fallen Vala and had instead led his kin in a charge to kill the rest of the Maiar. The smoke that surrounded him lessened greatly as he bowed his head, Morningstar resting loosely in his grasp
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Mirecyla would disperse the weapons and would cuddle up in her sleeping back, the sword she stole from the soldier resting next to her just in case someone snuck up on her. The rest of her bags having been firmly shut.
 
Her thoughts felt like a little trip on a rolercoaster. "Why have I left Gondor..." she doubted herself to make it out alive of this if what they were heading for would be as strong as the hobbit and the other guy. How could they possibly trust them and how could they possibly defeat them if needed? It felt like a impossible task and so did the burden on her back to go through this with them.

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"BRING IT... Master?" Thoruk was a bit confused, wasn't this thing talking to him? As he was thinking about it he looked towards the hand that was the only thing escaped from the lava if it was still in place. They were up to something, but he didn't exactly know what yet. There were a few possibilities, yet none of them were what he would love to do in his current mood. He wanted to kill this filthy piece of rotten orc shit (called Norio) and rip his heart out, cut it into tiny pieces and feed it to a boar as soon as he saw him. Yet he seemed unkillable, so would that even be to any avail? It had to be, a grudge like this can't be forgotten. At this point he even had a grudge with himself, he wanted to retreat as these enemies were nothing he could hope to win against, but at the other side of it, he wanted to revenge the death of his fallen brothers. He would slowly walk towards the river, turning his back to this... giant and the others. "The day will come. You will all fall before the wrath of Durin!" he would say, forming a fist, the bones crunching, then helding it up and pounding his chest twice, keeping his axe in hand. This ginger will surely break free and he will want his revenge, so better not let the guard down.
 
Suddenly, the blinding coating of scarlet and crimson fell away, leaving the Haradrim to fully take in what he was doing. His eyes grew wide as he noticed the pain his friend- practically his mentor, too;who had been lost for so long- was experiencing. He especially caught the glance of sorrow directed at him, as Dimitri was shocked repeatedly in turn with the one he was trying to enact vengeance on- despairingly, he didn't even need to read the Forochelrim's mind to notice his message. Ha'zi even started to see that his companions were growing scared, distrustful of the two, and that his avenging frenzy had set the forest around them a blaze...

What was he doing? Getting revenge against that block of iron wasn't worth it if so many others were hurt in the process. He had been so consumed with hate, that he didn't even realize the disasters he was causing around him, the relationships broken or collapsing, the destruction of nature, and the near torturing of his own kin just by being associated with the murderer.

"I'm so sorry, Dim..." Ha'zi futilely whispered, as the blasts of lightning withdrew along with his flaming shots and the heightened inferno. He tried to guide the two down to the ground smoothly by manipulating the wind, though at the last few feet to the earth he'd make sure that it was a little rougher for the Iron Hunter.

Perhaps if he had enough energy left, and no interruptions were to happen, Ha'zi would go right away into working on the forest fire, trying to increase the force of the storm's rain, also trying adjusting it to focus on the parts of the woods engulfed in flame.
 
"What.. what the fuck is that?" He said with confusion and fear. He tried to help the soldier get the thing off of him.He wanted to find any way to gain the trust of his kin so that they could escape.
 
Dimitri merely stared down the traitor Southron with hate in his eyes. He valued loyalty and faith in friends highly, and this terrible betrayal broke more than trust. Dimitri shoved aside his feelings for the moment, and stumbled over to Teli, grimacing slightly from sudden bursts of sharp pain. "Teli, you bugger, you better still be alive." he mumbled, checking to see if his brother-in-arms still lived.
 
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