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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Cardiloc breathed out in surprise as visions flooded through his mind, before settling on the life of someone who had saved his life multiple times, someone he had grown to respect, someone he even loved.

Eonwe.

His eyes watched in disbelief, as he experienced the pain Eonwe had suffered through his entire life, right up to his demise. Shock, utter shock filled his veins as he watched the savagery; no, the utter brutality that that monster Melkor was capable of. Why had the Trickster requested that he be saved, if this was what he did. Did to someone as pure as Eonwe, it felt wrong, all of it felt wrong.

But he continued to see the events unfold helplessly, his mentor and friend suffered through the same thing as his wife was brutalised, raped, murdered before his own eyes. Then when she imploded unable to continue, scarring Morgoth in the process, he felt the maiars pain . Felt his anguish. Then the Balrog squished the babe, like it meant nothing to him. Tears began to stream down Cards cheeks as it the events unfolded further.

Eonwe was then humiliated, his face forced onto the corpses of his family before he himself was slain after he was thrown into the sun. Cardiloc screamed, the Valar truly was a monster. Capable of things even Manwe could not do, he caught his breath before more visions filled his mind.

He watched Earendil the Mariners failuire to defeat Morgoth. But then again what chance did he even have, he saw his fellow Karoltai Dimitri and Iver fail as well. Iver betraying all of them, by giving up the Silmaril to the Dark Lord. That fucking traitorous coward, and the trickster joining with Morgoth, though he had expected as much as that from that slimy little weasel.

He sighed in relief as Dimitri escape with two of the Valar, even pitied Iver as Morgoth tortured him. Him... Beren, with Aranel. no... Endo, had he abandoned him to a fate worse than death. He could only hope that his elder self and Berethor had made it out of there. What had Card done? He really was just a stupid, foolish Dunlending. Why was the world so cruel?

Miriel... that, that filthy bitch. Sigeric couldn't take her on alone, where were the other shifters? Then.... mum? It was all his fault, he had abandoned her in those dungeons for so long. He was a terrible son, and an even worse brother. How could he explain his sisters death to her? Was he even worthy of being her child? He foresaw Manwe, and his armies, he was on the move. So much chaos, how had he allowed this to happen???

Cardiloc dwelt on his thoughts morbidly as the visions faded away, and the voice spoke. His final hour- what...

Then the world collapsed into nothingness as the Dunlendings consciousness slipped, but it was not the end...

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The world reformed itself around Cardiloc, he breathed heavily before his eyes fluttering open. He took in the scene in shock, all this destruction, all this madness. He glanced around himself, his eyes settling on Thoruk... what? Hadn't he given his life for Card, was the voice fucking with them? No, it had told them that this would be their final hour. Or at least for one of them, at least Card knew that there was a fifty fifty chance he would die rather than not knowing if he would survive or not at all; but fuck the odds, he reasoned.

He spoke, in a stutter, having not fully recovered from the events that had just occured. "W-w-w..."

"What... what was that?" He questioned the dwarf not expecting him to answer, glancing around frantically. The Dunlending was shaken, but also sad, sad that all of this pain and suffering occured in this cruel world. He stared in shock, and realised who was the root of this; Miriel, that evil bitch who had betrayed them in Mordor.

His sadness fuelled an emotion that he desperately needed. It fuelled his rage. He remembered his visions about Sigeric. “He... Sigeric, he’s fighting Miriel. He needs our help, Thoruk. We need to end this, and we need to end her. For Ha’zi and for my sister.” He growled, looking around his garb for some kind of weapon. He wasn’t fully sure if he still had his abilities, but shifter or not by the end of the day his spear would pierce her heart and his friend and sister would be avenged. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]
 
And amidst blood and smoke Arandil had felt the warmth of the woman he loved the most. No chaos, no fear,no hell could ruin this moment for him. After all his stupid decisions, after all he has been through, he felt happy, confident and determined alongside Dina.He would not fail them, as he did in the past.''Let's go boy!'' He said as they began to gallop as quickly as possible to exit the city.

''Didn't I promise you neither gods nor giants would make me break my promise? They haven't yet, and they shall not now.''
 
Vana entered the room and there she saw them, the monsters who served Morgoth and murdered her Maiar alongside many more. It was time for them to pay.
As the blue wizards sent in their tornado she unleashed fungous that would be carried in the wind, growing and when in touch with the fire will blow up and send their spores flying, filling the air and preventing the Balrogs from seeing.
 
Mirecyla could feel the fear swarming up out and past her normal capabilities, she was basically overdosing on it, drooling and hyperventilating as her heart started pumping faster and faster. She saw the Guardian laying there helplessly and she could hardly contain herself she would kill the bastard and make sure he never bothered them again. Turning to Berethor like a madman she would roar at him ”Throw me at the fucker!”

Sigeric silently cursed himself, that lady with the ice powers was annoying, he’d need to dispose of her also he began to think of what he could do to end them efficiently when suddenly he heard a noise that haunted his dreams

DUSH. DUSH. DUSH.

Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck he couldn’t take on two giants and that powered individual in his state, he’d need to stall while he finished up healing. Urging the amount of biomass just laying around Muriel’s decomposing giant he’d usher for them to lunge forward and hit the armored like a anvil to send him flying backwards. Hopefully.
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”No you fucking dumb excuse for a Balrog, I clearly won my fight, I would of beat Lungorthin regardless if you and Undolog had decided to join the fray.” Ranzolg growled when suddenly the doors burst open, he didn’t think much of it expecting it to be Gothmog or Lungorthin but as he turned around he saw a group of Maiar and Valar burst in “What the-“ he barley had time to say as a group of attacks rushed at him, he didn’t have time to think so he’d attempt to send out his smoke at a direct stream towards the onrushing storm
 
Tamara would try an get up as quick as possible before the door smashed open and the guard she stabed was knocked out.

A familiar face apoeared and it seemed like they'd be free once again, besides.. "Watch out! This one's tough!" she'd call out to the guards entering while quietly adding "and ugly" with a grimace appearing on her face, helping the hobbit up.

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As Thoruk watched along the visions he was given he was a bit confused at first, as these seemed not to be his.

But as he watched along he quickly got hang of whose these memories were... and what happend.

Eonwe... there friend seemed to have witnessed unbelievable pain... it might even be far greater than what Thoruk had to experience when his father was cut into pieces before his own eyes... he understood Eonwe's actions... and he understood his pain. This pain that was far greater than any pain that could be done through violence,a pain from within, killing your body, slowly but unpreventably.

After this nightmare of pain he had just witnessed they suddenly saw Mahal and... and Iver?

They fought, but... not on the same side? What was Iver doing, he was helping Morgoth? No this couldn't be...

Thoruk watched in confusion as Iver turned into a beast Thoruk would've never imagined that could exist.

But not only Iver joined Morgoth... no, even this guy... the so called trickster, did join him? They were no match for Morgoth, yet alone the Trickster... both of them combined?

This was too much at once... just too much, he hoped to be reunited with his family.. but this?What was all of this about?

He kept quiet and watched further as pain after pain rushed through Thoruk's head... it almost felt like it'd explode before this voice occured once more and spared them from the pain that they had witnessed...

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Suddenly, Thoruk felt his body, a warm light all around them and the next thing after his mind was blank... Minas Tirith..

They realy were in gondors most glorious city, these weren't durins halls... so it wasn't time yet?

"Wait..." Thoruk would mumble as he saw corpses over corpses on the ground... "So it wasn't just a dream...." he'd mumble, looking around and feeling a bit sorry for all those who were slaughtered without any reason...

He stood up and looked around.. pain over pain. Nothing more then meaningless suffering in this world... so they were allowed to prevent some?

"Our final hour..." Thoruk would say stepping up towards Cardiloc grabbing his shoulder looking down into the chaos occuring outside of the city.

"Aye, let's see what we can do lad." he'd say, trying to test if his powers were still there, trying to tickle his finger tips with a lightning.
 
Cardiloc nodded, then he’d notice the clothes he was wearing, some sort of ancient elves robes for , and more importantly the shining gem below him... the... the Silmaril!? And there; beneath Thoruk as well was another one. Cardiloc bent down to pick up his own, he’d turn to Thoruk. “Take your Silmaril, keep it safe.” He instructed the dwarf not even questioning its existence. That could come later. But first he needed some proof that he was still one of The Karoltai. From his upper chest Cardiloc peeled back his elven garb to check for his hybrid giant tattoo.

There it was, still emblazoned on his chest. He spoke. “I’ll teleport us above Miriel. I assume you can fly somehow, if not I’ll can get you some distance away from the battle to transform. Try and support Sigeric with Berethor, disable him but don’t kill him, same for any other protogiants you find. Miriel is mine.” He finished speaking, waiting for Thoruks reply, gazing at the battlefield his eyes full of seething rage, looking for the savage giant.
 
"YOU ARE NOTHING. TULKAS IS EVERYTHING." Dimitri howled, pushing out all emotions aside from a primal desire to kill the wazzock. Again, he tries to kick the man in the balls with his shank-shoe, AND COUNTER whatever he was doing to his face.
 
Munvare rolled his eyes. "You would've won? Nah, mate, if it weren't for Undo and I, you were gonna get killed- oh, yeah, you would've died anyway. Whoops. It's still your fault tha-"

Suddenly, a group of figures appeared at the corner of his vision. And they weren't his comrades.. Oh, crap. "AMBUSH!" He yelped, then dove to the ground, his weapons appearing as the enemy let loose.
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"EL-" Ha'zi started, continuing his screams of urgency to the girl, when he noticed that he was gone- from there, at least. He began to ask, "Where...?", and he slowly started to come to think of the situation: he was dead. Of course he was- it was like the void he always dreamed of- except, a bit of a different setting, though one that definitely was as dreadful: the island. That hell. And before him, still, were the faces and voices of those that visited his nightmares- surely he had been slain. Fallen. Obliterated. Bested. Defeated...

He became choked up, utter hopelessness washing over him. He failed. He let his emotions get him, hijack him into believing... believing that it was different, that she was different. And now... Hah, what a fuck-up. Now he was dead. Now he would never meet Aranel, complete the quest, fulfill the hero's journey. As he looked at the faces around him, the faces of the dead that sacrificed everything for him, for nothing, it seemed, he came to the realization: he failed them, everyone. Mandos, Sigeric, Thoruk, Card, Ela... fuck, he even failed his kids. They would just have Miriel in their lives, never to know their father. And wouldn't that be a good thing, aye? They'd never get to know their failure of a dad, the let-down of Arda.

As the world crumbled around him, beset by the Protos, Beren and his minions, and the Valar alike, it would surely come to match the very vision he saw of devastation. And where would Ha'zi be while this future happened, the very one he swore to stop coming to pass? Why, he would be rotting alone, his foolishness dooming the world-

"Wait... what? There's... more to do? How?" The Haradrim spoke softly, hope drifting back into his body.
 
Thoruk would nod, not even realising they both had a silmaril beneath their feet.

"Give me a minute..." he'd say, concentrating on preparing a thunderstorm. "Lend me your power!" he'd say, pulling one hand into the air and the pressing onto the silmaril with his other hand.

"Without preparations this will not end well lad. And bout that teleport... don't worry, I'll catch myself. You might teleport me a bit further out, I'll support you from a far with my giant." he'd say, starring down his silmaril and focusing onto the sky, turning this battle into their favor.
 
“No, you cannot aid me. But you can help Sigeric. One of us will die today, and I’d rather it not be you. Try and surprise Berethor, disable him as quickly as possible, freeze him in place and melt away his armour with your fire. Work together with Sigeric and tell him about our visions and the coming threat, he’ll know what to do, if Manwe is coming here we will need the proto giants with us.” Cardiloc shook his head, before grabbing ahold of Thoruk with his left hand and teleporting both of them in the sky above the ensuing battle.
 
Daugo had little time to register the quick succession of events that had just unfolded, vaguely noticing Tamara's help up. He focused on one thing: their powers were back. They returned the moment that the guy he'd chosen to attack was knocked out, so at least his logic was sound. He acknowledged Arcturus' timely help with a curt nod, before turning his attention at the brute Dimitri was wrestling with. He stretched a hand in his direction, and let white rage consume his mind. He visualized flames erupting from within Raddis' body, shriveling his vital organs as a chunk of grilled flesh.

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Undolog gaped in amazement as the attackers burst into the chamber. She roared, irritated, as spores began to blind her sight. She leapt into the air and batted her wings, trying to clear away the debris and materializing a javelin to try and hit whatever she could see.
 
Ranzolg's smoke was whisked up in the tornado as it collided with all three, sucking Undolog and Munvare in as well as the spores blinded their vision and the smoke impaired their senses. The Balrogs were smashed against one another and tossed about as a number of projectiles hit them and suddenly a miniature tempest formed creating a maelstrom within the barracks, pulling all of them into a pool of water that choked them.

"They are foiled. Onward." Yavanna said to the followers of Eru and left the barracks as slurping sounds gestated from the belly of the pool as the Balrogs were drowned over and over, unable to even counter-attack. Their ambush had been an absolute success. The Ainu strode after her moving with anticipation towards the vaults.

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Dina sniffed and clutched onto Arandil as they rode off. Their journey was slowed by the panicked crowds and fleeing people but after a while, they managed to reach the first level and glimpse the great gates before them.

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"My boy, I need you to stand back up," Lesier said to him in Haradrim.
"You cannot allow our sacrifices and more importantly the sacrifices of all those who have come to pass go to naught," Celeborn spoke softly.
Eonwe took a step forward and touched Ha'zi's shoulder. "Stand."
"Fight," Keldar continued their voices amalgamating into one chorus.
"Never surrender even when your foe is before you." Tulkas' son's words echoed through his mind.

"We don't have much time left, kid. You're on the edge of life and death. This place," Keldar waved his hand around, "This is where the memories of the Warrior Giant return. Unless you want to become another memory, then stand and fight."

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"UHGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Raddis gasped as the shank-shoe went straight up his groin then he began groaning louder than a mammoth and his grip on Dimitri's face came loose as he fell back. Dimitri's boot was pulled along as it was still embedded in the man and suddenly his body began to melt, literally melt like iron in a forge. Skin peeling off and slumping away. Dimitri's shoe began to burn.

Daugo's rage lit a fire within Raddis and began torching the man from the inside out. Arcturus stepped back in fear at what he was watching whilst Helvion and Ramdir along with eight other rangers appeared behind him, drawing blades but pausing at the sight.

Tamara could not even begin to comprehend what was happening. The black man continued to scream and rage, his hands flying out and attempting to grab any nearby objects. Unfortunately, the closest one was Dimitri. The Forochelrim felt his meaty burning paws take hold of his shoulder and pull at it with enough force to rip his arm out of his socket and like that-it did. Dimitri's left arm popped out and blood flew everywhere. Then Raddis attempted to run, bashing through the wooden wall and continuing like that for a meter or two before collapsing into a pile of ooze and blackened liquid.

"Eww," Helvion murmured and grimaced at the sight.
"Giants!" Arcturus called, "There's no time to speak! The Savage and a number of enemies have appeared and slain the King along with many spectators and civilians! War is upon us! We need you at the field! The Guardian is battling her alone!"

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Unfortunately Sigeric's biomass was not enough to do that. The Savage's body moved slightly but came to a halt. He was running low on energy...at this rate...

Berethor glanced at Mirecy and shook his head. It was clear the Guardian was incapacitated by Thule and likely dead. The ice shards had taken his nape out completely. He walked towards the building where Miriel and Thule were standing and Mirecy overheard them speaking.

"Let's return home." The redhead said.
"What about the Leviathan?"
"He'll do his job. We'll keep moving forward. Where's Dwendil and the others?"
"Taking care of the reinforcements from the capital."
"Let's signal them and leave. Back to our home village."

This upset Mirecyla. She was edging for a fight. For the taste of blood. She needed her vengeance.

Sigeric's felt his Guardian healing nearly complete but even then he was facing too many foes. And what happened to the soldiers? Had they all been killed?

He heard shouts from the south and suddenly there were horses. Cavalry! The horn of Gondor! But...they would do nothing against the prototypes. They would all be slaughtered...this was hopeless.

Above the fight, Cardiloc and Thoruk teleported and fell. Thoruk had just taken hold of the Silmaril and felt a boost of energy like no other. It was as if a thousand volts of lightning coursed through his veins. And Card's determination and resolve hardened. Below them was the Armoured, completely oblivious.
 
Dimitri roared in pain. The voices roared in pain. Everything roared in the pain. Not again, oh Tulkas, please not again. He didn't want to go back to it. Through the pain, Dimitri was vaguely aware of the black dude melting and his foot on fire, and thought the only way to save himself would be to transform. "GET AWAY... NOWWW! GOOOOO!" Dimitri howled. He would transform only when everyone was a fair distance away.
 
"BLAST BERETHOR WITH AS MUCH LIGHTENING AS YOU CAN MUSTER!" Cardiloc shouted to Thoruk over the wind. "BE CAREFUL THOUGH, HE REGENERATES FASTER, COORDINATE OUR ATTACKS THROUGH SIGERIC!" He finished, before disappearing leaving Thoruk to his own devices.

Cardiloc re-appeared in the ruined building behind cover where the Savages decomposing body was located, the Dunlending would crouch slightly to avoid being seen and would wait silently all the while his eyes scanned out for Miriel. He'd think in his mind. "Sigeric, what's your status?" He'd ask, trying to get a connection with the Guardian giant.
 
A grain of doubt was embedded in Arandil's mind. He knew not of the dangers around them. Whether there were more foes inside the city than outside. But he had one goal in mind. To get away from the chaos entirely with her safely with him. And far from the fields they had to go.

"Eru grant us strength. We are petty souls that merely wish for a life of tranquillity. For a life together. Grant us this one wish Eru almighty." His prayer could well and truly be falling on deaf ears.
 
Vana would love to stay and torture those evil beasts, make them suffer for everything they have done but she had no time. "Shouldn't we kill them with a Maiar blade while we can?" She would ask her sister while following her.
 
"I will," Ha'zi swore, filled with determination. "I can't let them fall to her... they have so much more to do- we have so much more to do. I won't dwell idly by while everything goes to hell."

"But... how do I get out of here? How do I, uh, wake?" He looked to Keldar for an answer.
 
Thoruk would catch himself with a pillow of wind before giving a brief look down.

"Sigeric" Thoruk would mumble at the sight of his friend, fighting against what seemed to be two other giants.

"Him..." Thoruk would say with anger, recognizing that ugly fucker called 'armored giant'. He still had a grudge with this bugger... but first:

Thoruk would look up into the sky and concentrate the power that urged through his body onto creating a thunderstorm that would feed his abilities with extra power and allow him to devestate the giants using razer sharp water drops and lightnings that would burn them in an instant.

"You handle her Card? Ye might wanna buy me a few minutes and disctract him, I'd be glad lad. Don't worry, he'll get enaugh lightnings for all of our fallen brothers." he'd say towards Cardiloc, concentrating on doing what he does best: Causing chaos and destruction.

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Tamara would look at the big man as he suddenly screamed around like a little girl.

"Ha-" Tamara was about to laugh at him before realising his whole face was burnt up.

"W-what is it with him?" she would ask in confusion turning around towards Daugo and the guards before realising that the hobbit caused this.

The black man smacked around, trying to hit or rather grab something as it seemed before ripping of Dimitri's whole arm before Tamaras eyes, blood splashing around.

"DIMITRI!" she'd shout running towards him, worrying about him before the tall man seemed to run out of the room.

"That's what he deserves... looked like an orc..." she'd say before running towards Dimitri, trying to help him.

"Are you okay?" she'd ask, looking at him.
 
"Believe me, I would relish the thought but we have to maintain the element of sur-"

"Hmm?" A voice mocked them. "Surprise?" The Trickster appeared before the army of Ainu. "Hello dear, hello sister, unfortunately for you, I've known you were here since the beginning. Did you really believe you can outsmart me? I am the Trickster." He snapped his

The Ainu tensed, raising their respective weapons and preparing for a fight. It was thirty-four of them to one.

"I wanted you to take care of those beasts. Now walk away or," He unsheathed a shortsword and pointed it at them. "I'll eliminate every single one of you."

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Nessa cleared the western wing of the castle in a matter of seconds. She had found Lungorthin lurking about the dungeons and shoved him through a wall, leaving the Balrog to suffocate within the stone. After regrouping with Aule and the others, they stood before the throne room and her older brother glanced at her.

"Be prepared to finish him." His words struck deep. She knew he spoke of Morgoth but there was also the intention of her brother, Orome who had sided with the enemy after countless betrayals by their family. Albeit his tricky nature, he was still her brother and she cared for him, unlike most others.

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"You open your eyes." Keldar smiled.

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"Move!" Arcturus pushed his rangers out of the way and cleared the door as Dimitri fumbled out and transformed, semi-tripping on the pavement. The Dwarf Giant burst to life before them. It was a close call and he'd singed the hairs of Helvion in the process but no one had been hurt. Helvion had held Tamara back from running after Dimitri.

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The Guardian Giant's eyes flickered alive as words reached Sigeric's mind. "Sigeric, what's your status?"

"Berethor let's leave this place," Miriel said resignedly and proceeded to walk towards him. Thule hopped off the building and rushed away moving west towards the other townships whilst leaving an ice slide trail in her wake.

Thoruk was able to float almost naturally above the earth, the winds forming above him into a harsh gale. Beneath him was the Armoured bastard who destroyed the King's Palace and beat him back at Dale. Time for vengeance.

Cardiloc saw no signs of life from the decomposing body, however, he noticed some people on the roof of the building near the Armoured. He also caught sight of a number of riders approaching from the south with swan banners who were charging the big oaf. But then something else happened. Cardiloc heard a noise.

It was a change in the winds. Was Thoruk summoning a storm? The air seemed to hush and for a moment there was tension.

Everyone felt it. Miriel paused and looked around. Arandil felt a shiver run down his spine as he broke through the crowds around the gate and rode towards the southern gate of the Rammas Echor. Mirecy's felt dread for a moment. Tytus watched Equas halt midway from cutting his finger. The boy looked up at him and asked, "Ty?"

And then it happened.

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"Admiral!" A sailor called as they docked the ship. "We're ready to disembark!"
Scores of soldiers exited the galley and marched onto land at the port of Harlond, spreading into ranks. They numbered over six thousand. Some of the finest of Pelargir's marines had been summoned as a precautionary reinforcing force for the garrison at the capital. And here he was, Balkazir charged with commanding over a third of the royal navy. After numerous failures under Denethor's regime, he could finally add another victory to his stache. Balkazir Slayer of Giants. A fine title.

He was about to give his men a rallying speech but noticed a small skiff idling near his ships. A single soldier manned it, sitting somewhat awkwardly against the side. He cupped his hands and called out to him.

"Oi! Young lad! This is a battle stage! Disembark or leave the area! We cannot have civilians crowding the port!" The other sailors on his flagship turned their heads to his shout and glanced over curiously. The Admiral waited for the man to either disembark or sail the skiff away but he refused to move.

"Young man?" Balkazir asked. The fellow turned and he caught sight of his face. His face was seething, filled with tears and his nose was dribbling snot. "Uh-" Then Balkazir saw a strange light flare in his eyes.

"Admiral?" A sailor called to him as Balkazir as he stepped back. The light expanded and engulfed them all.

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An explosion rocked Armen and the townships of the Rammas Echor. The night sky lit with brilliance and Dimitri caught sight of it. A transformation blast large enough to rival Daugo's.

Winds like tidal waves flew at them, sweeping fleeing citizens and soldiers alike aside. The winds smashed Dimitri's Dwarf with vehemence but he stood his ground. Dina and Arandil were tossed back as their horse panicked in fear and fell over.

The Armoured cupped his hands around Miriel and Mirecyla shielding them from the blast waves that rocked the Pelennor. Thoruk managed to avoid any winds as he floated above the world but his eyes were seared by the brightness that came from the river and the last thing he saw was a flying battleship before he had to look away. Cardiloc felt the shockwaves and watched debris around him shift and crumble. He thought he heard his voice be called but then the loud explosion blocked whatever he heard out. Tamara and Daugo and everyone there felt it. It was quite obvious what had occurred.

The Leviathan rose out of the ashes of Harlond, taking its first step onto the broken city, crushing the earth beneath it. The entire city and port had been razed along with every living soul within it.

It was at this moment Ha'zi's eyes opened to a world of pain and suffering.
 
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