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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Grrrr, i better just ask Orome about this angry noodle" Iver thought to himself, once again getting no reply from Vlad, who he still expected to hear from.
"Orome, the long worm we released from Aule's prison is here. Is he serving master Melkor or...?"Iver transmitted to Orome as he started flying back towards the city as he saw the elemental giant glowing and the ground cracking open.
"Holy fucksicle!" Iver muttered to himself as he realized that once again he left Thoruk alone for 5 minutes and he already was killing everyone, if only he would have died instead of his father back in Dale.... But then his father would have seen what he had become, maybe it was better that way. Either way Thoruk was needed to be put down, what a coincidence.

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Vana thought for a moment "Y-you promised to end it all?" she replied hesitatingly
 
''Onward then, to death it is.'' This would be it, if they would manage to make it out of this mess and pass the walls.. they would finally escape. They would finally make it out of this chaos they were plunged into.
 
Nessa’ eyes went wide in shock as Morgoth easily threw her off into a pillar.

SLAM

Her vision was disorientated; it seemed the Dark Lord had actually managed to hurt Nessa. The sounds of battle occurred in the background as she slowly got up, her Maiar attending to her as the queen of the Valar slowly healed herself.

WHAM,

Morgoth went flying out of the throne room, Yavanna soon arrived with reinforcements.

‘WE FINISH THIS NOW!!” Her brother shouted, before cleaving the castle in two. After fully recovering from her hurts Nessa spoke to her kin, rising up from the rubble.

“Let us end Melkors reign of tyranny,” She nodded to her brother and his wife, retrieving her bow and arrow.
 
Sigeric smiled smugly as Berethor began to smash his head against the buildings, then suddenly he felt himself going into a trance and the visions of Mandos appeared again. No no no why now?! Out of all the times to receive a vision of Mandos now was when he deemed it worthy?! Damn him.. he thought as the visions slowly played out in front of him, he seemed to live in each moment, feeling Morgoth grab his throat and batter him before throwing him off the highest level of Minas Tirith, he could feel the wind rush to greet him as he fell, his heart pounding exceptionally fast, the fear of death rushing to him as he fell down and down until finally nothing. But that wasn’t it, no, he was cursed to see what followed.

Sigeric was brought back to the start, the start of his journey and curse, he stood in the shadows like a strange ghost watching the events flow past him of the tavern. Him, Dimitri, and Elodrin dealing with the bandits and then being arrested along with everyone else, the jail fight and then waking up on a ship. The journey as a slave and the abuse given to him by the whipper and others and then finally the brutal fight aboard the ship and arriving at the island.

Those events also went by very quickly as he was shown the brutal introductions of the giants and the deaths of all his former friends, arriving at Aldamos late and seeing the destruction cause by the Destroyer, Elemental, Dwarf, and Guardian. The deaths of Dean, Elodrin, Yuri, and so much more, even the death of Berra and even of Andreth, then the worst part of it all, giving his blood and resurrecting Morgoth

All of these events from the past, present and future all conjoined to form the perfect fear of Sigeric, that he was never the man he thought he could be and was never good for his father. He saw the destruction of Dale because he has foolishly lunged at Berethor in an attempt to stop any transformation, his fathers death and Bards death all caused by him, even his fool of a half brother Iver was probably doing better than him and what had Sigeric done? Failed. He failed to be useful in Mordor, failed to save Celeborn from death, failed to stop the Protos, and failed to save Aragorn. If only everything could go back to how it was, before the island, no before that, the tavern.

Sigeric wasn’t aware of what was happening from outside his mind, purely focused on the fear visions given to him by Mirecyla, not even waking up as he fell down and bounced around duo to Thoruk using his powers, yet Sigeric still called out, unintentionally of course, his mental voice reaching as many people as it could and unintentionally he voiced his hidden thoughts, giving them a command he never thought he’d given. Thinking to himself he saw his enemies as Morgoth, the Void, and of course the Protos, and with this he gave the following command to all those he could reach... ”If only you could all cease, if only all of you would die. So just do that, die, rot in the deepest pits of hell and just kill each other already!” He roared in the minds of both Karolti and Protos alike, rangers, civilians, and powered individuals all reviving the same order. To kill each other.

Mirecyla continued to pour her power into Sigeric letting out a guttural scream as she pressed her power harder and harder into the heart of Sigeric until she seemingly formed a fist wrapped around the fats beating heart, made of pure energy. With her power connected to his brain she tried to send him a message “This is what you get, for all of the harm you have caused my family. Now die.” She’s try to tell him before using her power wrapped around his heart squeezing in an attempt to finally force the heart to stop beating and kill Sigeric
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Cardiloc would continue to try and trudge forward to get to Tytus as Equas piled his clones on top of him and drag him down. This cunt thought he could stop him?! Well he was in for a tough break, he’d crush the skull of the Mimic, no way would he- Cardiloc would cease his internal dialogue when the earth started to shake and crumble all around him, what was happening? No matter, he knew what he had to. Roaring Cardiloc would use giant jaws to bite into the arms and hands of those around him and start to pull and rip at them, he’d also try to use his powerful arms to grab ahold of the mimics and throw them at Tytus
 
His eyes narrowed down at the hanging, pathetic figure. She was just like a fragile flower... how fitting.

"I should let you fall, die underground with only one to witness it- just like a certain Ela. No one will know about her death, you realize that? Not her mother, not Mrs. Eldrith- whose son you tortured- and, of course, not Card, her brother, your friend... It would be exactly what you deserve because of Ela... because of Marco.."

Contrary to the tone conveyed, the air around, previously wicked in nature, stirred gently, and lifted her up so as to make her float. The ground beneath, too, came back together gently. "...Yet," he resumed, his voice softer, "for some inexplicable reason, our children are of incredible importance to the world at hand. And you seem to have something to say that will expound why this is. So… go ahead. Tell me, Miriel, what is on your mind. It wouldn't hurt to hear about them, of course, and what your reasoning is behind all of… this…" He gestured to the corpses piled about.

"Enlighten me."
 
Dimitri pulled himself up out of the huge pit, using the Screamer and the wall as leverage. He never lets go of the leg, though, and continues attacking as soon as hes out.
 
As Tamara lowered her back for the men behind her to have a better angle she worried about nothing before suddenly one of them called out to her, something seemed to attack them.

"Huh, what?" she'd ask in confusion before the earth shook in its boundaries and Tamara had to get rid of the cannon on her back, crashing it onto the ground and turning around.

"Show yourself!" she'd say in her neck, forgetting for a second that they couldn't hear her speak, looking around with her sharp eyes, trying if she could make out any person that could've caused this, sweat running down her neck, she hadn't fought alone yet, so she was a bit nervous... what if there was a strong enemy coming for her?

She would prepare for the worst as her eyes widened, looking around.

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"I am allmighty!" Thoruk would say with a laugh ending his sentence as he figured out that no one dared to approach him.

Thoruk would slowly move forward, corrupted by the silmaril, stomping into the ground, every stomp causing a small shockwave of dirt, stone and trees flying around, the electricity around him burning the trees and the water dropping onto his giants nose.

He would stop in his tracks looking into the sky. "This is what power feels like... THIS is what I wanted!" he'd say, his giant roaring around.

He would then pick up pace, creating a gigantic lava pool underneath the Leviathan, causing him to sink into it, pulling him down, while running towards him.

As he did so he would create even more smaller earthquakes with every stomp of his giant, causing destruction and chaos. "Unlimited power!" he would say, laughing like a madman in his giant nape, hungry for blood.

"YOU WILL DIE!" he'd shout when reaching the leviathan, smashing down his ultimate onto this bastard... he would take the power from the clouds, slowly creating the largest electrical power he had ever caused and pull it down onto this cunt, his lightning dragon roaring in the winds and the sound of lightning echoing through the fields of minas tirith.

The electrical aura around his giant growing larger and larger, combining with fire, creating a bubble around him, causing more destruction than these lands could take anymore.

Unlimited Power.
 
"He's not ours." The reply came back swiftly to Iver. The worm slithered along the earth towards the northern township on its path to Armen at the center. If he allowed it to go it would compromise his plans...or he could use it as a distraction but if it killed one of those idiots then...

It was his choice. But could he even fight it? What was that old saying? 'The early bird gets the worm?'

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"Oof!" Helvion gasped as Tamara released the cannon and he fell off onto the building, the angle of the weaponry pointed slightly downwards. He turned to see the remaining six rangers trying to snipe someone at the far end of the rooftop. He raised his hands and the ground around Tamara opened up and tried to suck her into it, rocks forming around her serpent's flanks.

Meanwhile, Thoruk walked through flames as he blasted the Leviathan who was by no means close to him with energy from across the skies and through the soil. He was so full of energy that his giant began to float and take flight, rising above the buildings and to face down the Leviathan which had fallen and was now felled by its energy drake which plummetted into its nape, shocking the entire beast. The Leviathan roared yet its voice was lost to the earth as its body was dragged under by the lava yet its upper torso pulled it forward, continuing to luggishly worm its way toward the Rammas Echor. Its gargantuan hand gripping the wall as soldiers of Gondor fled in terror abandoning their posts to these apocalyptic devils.

Dimitri found himself lifting out of the pit not only due to his leverages but also because the Screamer was helping him up, reaching a hand to the Dwarf and aiding its climbing by cupping it underneath him. What the hell?! Why was his enemy helping him? The fool must be daft! As he was pulled out, the pit beneath blazoned with flames and magma surged at its uttermost depths alighting to reveal the devastation. Dimitri saw the world above was much the same. The entire festival had been transformed into a nightmarish doomsday. Was this how the Dagor Dagorath would be?

"Ha'zi!" Miriel yelled at him over the thunder and screams that ensued, "You don't understand! I did this for them as much as I did this for you! If I didn't kill you, if I didn't kill the King and destroy this gathering-then I would never see my-my-" She sputtered, completely shocked at the scene of events but she was focused on him, he was in the position of power. A role reversal. It was almost ironic that she was the one nervous now. "My babies!!" She screamed at him. "He promised I'd never see my children unless I killed you...I had to...to do all of this so I could get them back. I had to kill Ela." Miriel started crying. "I'm sorry, Ha'zi." She fell to her knees. "I'm so-so-so-" she sniffled, "I meant what I said. I don't want to be a monster but now I am." Her words tumbled out incoherently but Ha'zi did not need to hear them again, he heard her thoughts and they only confirmed what she was saying. She was in pain. Suffering. "I just wanted to be a good mother but now I'm...I'm this...I'm what I always was...I'm a murderer, Ha'zi! I am a monster! So kill me Ha'zi! I want you to kill me! But please, save our children from him. I don't want them to become like Aranel. Like me. Monsters." She choked.

"Arandil, we don't have to die. I'd never let yo-" Dina clutched his shoulder as a command entered her mind.

”If only you could all cease, if only all of you would die. So just do that, die, rot in the deepest pits of hell and just kill each other already!”

Suddenly Arandil felt her bite his shoulder and draw blood. As he too received the order to kill.

Dimitri was given the order to kill himself and everyone around him by Sigeric but he wasn't about to just listen to the mad Dalishman yet. But somehow, everyone else was. Much to his dismay, he witnessed his own rangers attacking one another. Meanwhile, the Screamer who had been cupping him turned its ugly face towards him and opened its big mouth. Oh shit.

Equas felt the need to kill and as such when the Hybrid fought back he giantized further, cloning himself to twenty-four and piling onto the screamer whilst additional clones rushed about wildly attacking rangers and throwing themselves into buildings, searching for targets. Cardiloc was unable to move even with such strength the sheer force of so many giants atop him was too much.

Tamara heard the voice but the command was not registered. Why was Sigeric telling her to die and kill everyone? Then she saw the rangers turn their aim around and fire at one another, killing each other. What were they-!? One pulled out a fire-spear and began priming it as she was stuck in place.

Ha'zi heard Sigeric's order but his own ability to mimic him shielded his mind from obeying it. Why the hell would he command-

To his surprise, he saw the Armoured walk over to the Executioner and-

As Mirecyla channeled her fear into Sigeric, something came down on her and unexpectedly everything went dark. The Armoured smashed its fists down on the Executioner's nape, battering the entire area to a pulp.

Sigeric was able to breathe for a moment as the nightmares left him. What was-oh-he saw the chaos before him. A ranger detonated a fire-spear whilst leaping off a building and onto the Guardian's face, blowing Sigeric's left eye and himself up. He had just ordered them all to kill themselves. What had he done?

Before Ha'zi could even respond to any of it. Any of what was occurring. Anything Miriel had just said. She finally looked up at him. Her eyes were bloodshot through the murk of tears. "Ha'zi..." She whispered softly, raising her hand to her lips. "I want you," She widened her mouth, "To kill me!" And with a bout of rage bit down on her hand triggering her final transformation.

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Nessa exited the broken castle to see the battle of the Valar taking place upon the plains of Gorgoroth. Ainur stormed the Dark Lord in waves, crashing against Morgoth as he batted them away with his hands, sending droves flying up. One of Yavanna's ents rose out of the earth to grip his legs tightly and he burnt him to a crisp in a mere millisecond upon contact. Another smith flung an axe which Morgoth caught and threw back, impaling it through the Ainu. They were sustaining casualties yet...with each advance Aule and Yavanna battered down Morgoth further and further, pushing him back through the plateau. His armor was breaking off slowly, piece by piece, to their assault. It was...working!

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The Trickster smiled and held her tightly.

"I'll end it all. All your pain and suffering. I'll make sure no one ever hurts you again, Vana. I promised you that. Today I'll fulfill that promise."
 
"Auh!" He screamed as the pain was both physical and mentally affecting him. His lover was attacking him all of a sudden."Dina.. Dina what are you doing?!" His voice shattering. Confusion and shock engulfed him. Then the pain overcame every other feeling. He tried to stop her and throw her on the ground. He knew not what was going on, but he knew this was not normal of her.

Then as her teeth sank deeper and she began to succ draw blood, he too heard the command. He could not resist the will of creature commanding them all. He began to violently attack Dina.. trying to kill her.
 
What? This… was not what he expected. Moreso something righteous, self-justified through disturbing logic… yet, not this. It was completely disheartening to see her, Miriel- strong, unbashful, independent sexy (:ThirstyHazi:) Miriel- disassemble into an almost unintelligible, wailing mess. 

And, still, more came out. Confessions. Apologies. Blame. Demands of death. The most unnerving part of it all was that he could tell she was exactly right. Miriel was putting everything out there- this was disturbingly uncharacteristic. Although, the reason why was loud and clear…


Their children.


The air around him heated up further at the thought- no, the fact- that someone threatened them. That someone used them as leverage to force the Protos, to force Miriel into committing these atrocities. 


Immediately, he was alive with questions, concerns, chatter- wanting to ask everything about this man, wanting to console her, wanting to…


But it seemed that this was not the case, as a certain Dalishman caused Minas Tirith- the famed, proud, formerly shining city of Gondor, of humanity- to descend even further into a state of destruction. Everyone was provoked, everyone was fighting. He could even see the effects on Miriel, as she bit down. Oh no. Eru-fucking-damn-it… Sig, what the hell had you done?!

Quickly, the modified Warrior stepped back into a defensive position, knowing that there'd be no time to run from the blast and little time to evade any incoming attacks from Miriel. He conjured the nearby air to create a thick sphere of vicious wind all around the shifting Savage, hoping that it'd be enough to absorb at least some of the transformation's explosive output of energy.

"I guess it's up to me to clean up Sigeric's fucking mess…" He dismayed in the meantime, shifting from the physical to mental world, and lashed out at Sigeric, mimicking the same force that Ha'zi detected him using to cause this mess: "SIG, REVERSE THIS, NOW," he screamed, enraged. "WHAT IN UTUMNO ARE YOU DOING, YOU MADMAN! EVERYONE'S KILLING EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF YOU. CEASE ALL YOUR INFLUENCE IMMEDIATELY."

In addition to combating Sig's retardness at the heart, he also tried to branch out to as many people afflicted by the command, though not trying to stretch it too far to overload his mental capacity, along with his energy. Miriel was his primary target in this action: who knew what would happen if he gave her the chance to fully go into this utter rage? Nothing good for anyone, to be sure, if the deranged Dalishman's choices were considered.
 
Sigerics heat pounded and mind raced, he felt himself loosing breath and is world spun, then suddenly everything disappeared and he was brought back to the real world. He saw Berethor standing over the Executioner, before he could process that he saw out of the corner of his eye a ranger jump off a rooftop and dig something into his eye, then suddenly an explosion killed the man and destroyed part of Sigerics face, a fire spear. Sudden realization hit him, oh god, what had he done... Sigeric stood tall on his knees defeated as he saw the chaos around him, Gondor was in ruins and it was all his fault...

"SIG, REVERSE THIS, NOW," he heard Ha'zi say to him, yes, he needed to fix this. and then, yes, he knew what he had to do. Attempting to struggle back to his feet Sigeric would grab his crystal and create a pocket of biomass, putting the crystal inside of it he would then cover the crystal fully before extending his hands and giving his orders

"EVERYONE CEASE YOUR FIGHTING, THIS ENDS NOW, I HEREBY RELINQUISH ALL FORMER COMMANDS I HAVE GIVEN YOU, YOUR MINDS ARE FREE AND YOURS ONCE MORE." He ordered, echoing in the minds of everyone before continuing "ALL RANGERS, SOLDIERS, OFFICERS, LEADERS, AND KAROLTI YOU WILL NOT PURSUE THE FLEEING PROTO GIANTS NOR POWERED INDIVIDUALS, THEY ARE NOT OUR ENEMIES ANYMORE."

"PROTO GIANTS AND POWERED INDIVIDUALS YOU WILL GO HOME AND COLLECT ANY PEOPLE YOU MAY HAVE LEFT BEHIND, YOU WILL THEN DISAPPEAR INTO THE UNKNOWN AWAY FROM CIVILIZATION, WHEN MIDDLE EARTH NEEDS YOU THE MOST YOU SHALL COME BACK AND AID US IN THE WAR TO END ALL WARS, COLLECT YOUR DEAD AND WOUNDED AND LEAVE THESE LANDS."

Sigeric would then target the Karolti individually "THORUK AND HA'ZI AID ON ATTEMPTING TO RECONNECT AND STABILIZING THE EARTH, DIMITRI, TAMARA, AND CARDILOC WORK ON RESCUING THOSE WHO ARE TRAPPED. DAUGO IF YOU CAN HEAR ME AID IN WHATEVER WAY YOU CAN." Sigeric would say before lowering his arms and lowering his head in defeat, he knew what would happen if he stayed and he couldn't allow for that to happen, his services was still needed. "Ha'zi, take good care of them." Sigeric said to himself inside the crystal before turning tail and retreating, where he would go he didn't know, and if he'd manage to flee he didn't know either, but he took off at a brisk jog away from Gondor and its madness, all the way into the unknown.
 
"Wrath of Tulkas!" Dimitri whispered. He hardened himself, stepped towards more stable ground, and tried to drive his claws into the Screamer's jaw with a strong upper cut.
 
Iver flew back towards the idiots who managed to wrack the region harder than the protos as he heard Orome's reply "He's not ours." to which he responded "I better hurry up then".
Iver didnt know what the worm was there for but he had a feeling that it wasnt there to drink tea with the queen of Gondor, which means he had to finish his business as fast as possible. He would dive down from above the could, aiming to grab the Guardian giant as he watched everyone turning against each other.

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Vana looked up to him, "W-what do you mean?" She asked in confusion.
 
"What the fuck..." Daugo thought, first, upon witnessing the massive shadowy figure approaching them, and then looking down at the shitfuckery into which the battle had degenerated. He saw someone, perhaps Thoruk, singlehandedly take down the Leviathan, not caring about the fact that it was their friend Marco in there (though, he conceded, his own plan for neutralizing the threat had been equally merciless). It was terrifying, the way the elements bent to the dwarf's psychotic will and raged around him.

Then, there was some strange shit happening down where the center of the Festival had been-- his eyes were not sharp enough to tell exactly what, but the plumes of flames and distant screams were enough to let him know that things were far from ideal.

He turned back to where he had seen the humongous shape. "What d'you reckon we should do about that?" he asked Galador.
 
Tamara would turn her head, spitting acid onto the ground around her to get out of it before the spear would hit her.

"W-why would they attack me?" she'd ask herself, trying to hurry before another voice appeared in her head, more like another order.

She'd look up at the soldiers infront of her but still trying to free herself since this other person trapped her before this order... who was this person?

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Thoruk would watch around as everyone started to kill each other. "YES, do it before I do it, FEAR ME!" he'd think, believing that they were killing each other because of their fear from him.

He would slowly step forward, still urging with power as it seemed as he began to suddenly float without doing anything for it.

He would look down at the leviathan, pulling the lava frim beneath him around his body, staining it to solid obsidian using the downfall of rain keeping this fucker in place.

He would hover towards him and look down "Now you will-ugh, no, yes, death, AH" Thoruks mind fought itsself. Something told him to stop and something told him to kill. What was this, this wasn't his will anymore... no, rather 2 voices fought in his head to take the power over him... he just now realised what he had done as he turned his head in pain,seeing all the destructuon before the short moment of clear thinking siezed.

One voice had taken over... but which one?
 
Nessa grimaced at the sight of Morgoth felling many fellow Ainu. Poor little bastards, yet still; they were managing to turn the tide of the battle. She turned to her Maiar.

“Morgoth is getting weaker, here we have a chance to end him and avenge my husband. To me my Maiar; for Tulkas and for Eru Illuvitar!” She cried out, before charging towards Morgoth at hyper sonic speed brandishing knives onto the Gorgoroth. Once close enough she’d throw them at the Dark Lords eyes.
 
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The Savage's roar came as winds smacked it back but it came rushing at Ha'zi with hate.

"Ugh," Dina fell off their horse as Arandil punched her so hard she bruised. Her body coiled up in pain.

The Screaming Giant was too tall for Dim's swipe to reach its jaw and his attack missed. It sucked in air and spat out a torrent at him, sending the Dwarf Giant tumbling down into the pit.

One of Arcturus' men slit his own throat in front of him just as the order came through from the Guardian. They all heard it and halted. "Marcus?" One man cried as he clutched his comrade, having beheaded him. "No..." The drill sargeant glimpsed at the entire scene with horror and shock. He had killed two of his own men and others had ended themselves, leaping into the cracks in the earth or through self-mutilation. This...this was the power of the giants...these...monsters. Sigeric had told them to...even Gondor's shield was against them...

Tytus stared down into the pit and saw the falling Dwarf. What have I done? No. Please. No. He turned to see two dozen Mimic's, one attacking his own leg and others breaking through buildings and the majority in a pileup nearby. Equas? What have they done?

The Mimic's all stopped. They began to pull themselves off each other and gave the Hybrid space to move, each shocked and stunned by their collective actions. They began spectating the scene. Equas looked at Tytus for an order. A command. Anything but then he had the strange need to venture into the unknown. What was this voice commanding him?

Cardiloc's control returned to him and he finally realized what they were doing. His anger shifted from Miriel and the prototypes to his own friends. Sigeric...Thoruk...they were responsible for this...he had allowed them to kill so many people. They needed to be stopped...but so did Miriel. He saw her standing off against Ha'zi. She just wouldn't quit? Would she? Cardiloc had to kill them all. All these Karoltai abusing their powers. They were a danger to the world. That was why he had been sent back...wasn't it? Why Ha'zi chose him to be his student.

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"You can't rely on your friends. You can't love. It'll only distract you. You have to be strong." His words came back to him. So that's what he had meant. That was why Ha'zi was so tough on him...

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Miriel stopped struggling and slowly paused, looking around and then at Ha'zi.


DUSH. DUS-The Armoured ceased hammering away at the Executioner and stared at his own hands.

"Mirecy?" He touched the fragile skin around her nape which had been squashed and bloodied. "No..." He turned to the sound of thumping and saw that bastard running. "You!" Berethor stood up and began charging after the Guardian as he made a run for it.

Just as Sigeric was rushing to the north-west, a shadow fell over him and suddenly he was flying. Some large beast had grabbed ahold of his shoulders.

"No! You're not getting away this time! You're going to die! Here and now!" Berethor roared through his nape and tried to leap after him, grabbing the Guardian's foot.

Iver felt the weight drastically increase. That fucking Armoured...it was the same bastard who killed his father and now it was dragging away his half-brother, his prey. His mission. It was always getting in the way.

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Daugo watched as the Flying beast grabbed ahold of Sigeric and the Armoured tried to anchor them down. It was like watching a garden snake get picked up by a hawk whilst a badger feasted on it.

"It's coming," Galador warned, pointing at the north-eastern side where, much to his dismay, a long snake-like creature slithered through the northern township leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. "Another prototype or...? It doesn't matter. There's too much risk if you transform here..." The ranger pondered, "But if we can draw its attention..." He looked east of Armen which was relatively clear. The fields of the Pelennor a dark yellow in the moonlight. "There. Can you transform without doing your big boom thing and causing fire everywhere?" Galador swung the ballon towards the east.

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As all of this was happening, Thoruk's voice of destruction took over. Irdis had been completely silenced and so had any logic or moral sympathy. The Leviathan was majorly gone, sucked beneath a vat of lava half the size of the long lake. All the soldiers within the vicinity of it, and near the southern Rammas Echor had been felled by the lightning storm that surrounded the Elemental. No one could come within reach of Thoruk. He was unstoppable. He was Eru.

"Kill. Kill until there is nothing to kill."

Power surged through him and his Giant began burning from the utter energy pulsating through him.

And then-it all ended. His power left him. All the earthquakes, the rising lava, the stormy skies, the lightning strikes, everything. It came to a halt. His Giant fell from the sky and crashed into the plains outside of the Rammas Echor just before the Leviathan's head. Where was his power? What had just happened?

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And with that so too did Sigeric's influence completely cease. Every host affected in Armen felt it leave them. They returned to their natural mentality. In addition to this, Ha'zi's empathy ceased and so too did every other Karoltai power. They were all reduced to their normalized giants. The Guardian was unable to even produce biomass.

"What the-" Helvion asked as he snapped out of it. He had been trying to aim the cannon at Tamara when the mind control came to an end. "Guys?" He called to his fellow rangers and there were only three left.

"Helvion?" One asked before being sucked into the floor, his upper body cutting in half and flopping. He started screaming but then the remainder of the floor consumed him. Then his other allies were pulled into it as well. Helvion stared in fear at the approaching foes.

"You," One of them spoke up as they approached Tamara. She had just melted the rock around her and saw three men coming toward her.
"I never thought that you were a murderer." The man who was speaking limped towards her and she recognized him. "You seemed too innocent. But after what you did to me," He held his back tightly, "I know you're just another killer like the rest of them." He was the soldier she stabbed. The friend of the black man Daugo burned to death.
"You're the one who killed my brother." Lasser spat. The two men flanking him then broke ranks and rushed towards her from each side. The one to her left raised his hand up and the building shook, going to swallow her whilst the one on his right wielded a shiny axe.

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"Ha'zi?" Miriel asked within her giant. She was confused. Why was she in her giant? Hadn't she run out of strength already? Strangely enough, she felt no compulsion. She looked about and saw the situation at hand. "What the fuck...Mirecy?" She turned slightly but paused and looked back at Ha'zi with uncertainty. Were they...neutral to one another now?

Suddenly, Tytus roared. His voice cutting off as his Screaming Giant crashed into a building, smashing down and blocking the street. Its nape had been blown out. At the top of the building, a number of rangers were cheering. "We killed the Screamer! FOR GONDOR!" Arcturus watched on proudly whilst he and the remainder of his men re-grouped to finish it. "Kill every last one of them. Do not allow any of these monsters to escape." He had given them the order. And now they would carry it out.

For Gondor. For Aragorn. For everyone who had suffered at the hands of these devils.

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Nessa came within proximity of Morgoth but he was sent flying once again. A massive spiked tree coiled with metallic shards exploded out of Gorgoroth, impaling Morgoth and shoving him into the skies. Energy beams and projectiles struck the Dark Lord whilst Gandalf and a number of Ainu prepared to smite him. They were winning! Nessa saw her chance. If she dashed up the tree, she could reach him and chain him.

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"I'll never let anyone hurt you again." The Trickster repeated and Vana saw that devilish smile Orome always made when he did something dangerous. Before she could plead something washed over her and she fell into a darkness that put her mind at peace.

Orome lowered Vana's body to the floor and vanished from the hallway.
 
"Oh great, that asshole is trying to kill the asshole i am trying to kill" Iver thought to himself as the armored idiot grabbed Sigeric. After using his echo location, Iver realized that the bastard was hiding at his leg, fuck that.
Iver would fly higher and higher, lifting his brother and their passenger into the sky, before dropping them both above Hazi. He would dive after them, ready to finally avenge his father's death.

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Vana saw that Orome was giving her his "nothing good is about to come out of this" face. "Orome? Wha-" she didn't even manage to finish her question as everything faded into peaceful sleep.
 
The lust and rage, the will to kill all even himself, those were not his own desires. It became evident to the Gondorian the moment he felt the voice and command leave his head. What had happened? What had they done? Then he looked at his clutched fist.. and he realized.. he had injured.. he had assaulted Dina.

He rushed to Dina's side.''Di.. Dina.. I didn't mean to do that.. I didn't want to hurt you. Dina are you alright? Speak to me.'' His face once full of anger and pain, now was full of remorse and concern.
 
Sigeric would one moment be running away from all the carnage and chaos along with Berethors screaming when suddenly claws pierced into his shoulders and he was lifted up off the ground and began to fly in the air, he looked up and saw a large, well, a large flying something. Yet oddly enough he sensed some form of being familiar with the being, however before he could react he felt a hand grasp his ankle and suddenly they were being dragged downwards once more, he tried to access his telepathic abilities but found he couldn't,t were his powers being negated once more?

Sigeric opened his mouth to speak when they were dropped mid air, he looked down and saw that they were about to fall right onto Ha'zi and Miriel, shit, calling out he would yell "Ha'zi look out! before grasping the crystal ball and yanking it out of the biomass, holding it up to his face he'd grasp the cord with his other hand and yank it free, in his few seconds of still being connected to his giant he would throw the crystal as far as he could away
 
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