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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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If the Guardian swung the mace horizontally, Sigeric would roll forward, dodging underneath it. If she swung it vertically, he would roll to the side. "I don't want your useless apologies," he said to the Maiar. "What I want is for you to help me to return this Giant to the dust."
The Warrior Giant first had to jump from the spike before he could engage the Guardian. Sigeric and Eonwë were distracting it.
"No, Sigeric, you do not understand. I am sorry about the deaths but I had to lie to you all to-" Eonwë paused seeing the Guardian swinging the mace around another time, horizontally.
He pushed Sigeric to their left, avoiding the creature's attack, "Gaining the Powers of the Giants isn't for-SIGERIC MOVE!" Eonwë shouted, grabbing the Dalishman and throwing him backward. The Guardian had begun to predict their moves and saw that they were running for its coord, which lay next to it. It had feigned an attack with its mace in order to crush them with it, the mace coming down vertically, where Sigeric would have moved next. Eonwë threw the man out of the way as the Guardian's mace smacked into the Maia.
Sigeric saw the remnants of Eonwë plastered to the ground and mace. Eonwë was crushed like a pancake beneath the Guardian's weapon. Eonwë's Maiar blade was the only thing left from the crumpled, flat body and it lay there shining, covered in blood.
And now, without any other support, it was down to Sigeric and Ha'zi.
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"No, Sigeric, you do not understand. I am sorry about the deaths but I had to lie to you all to-" Eonwë paused seeing the Guardian swinging the mace around another time, horizontally.
He pushed Sigeric to their left, avoiding the creature's attack, "Gaining the Powers of the Giants isn't for-SIGERIC MOVE!" Eonwë shouted, grabbing the Dalishman and throwing him backward. The Guardian had begun to predict their moves and saw that they were running for its coord, which lay next to it. It had feigned an attack with its mace in order to crush them with it, the mace coming down vertically, where Sigeric would have moved next. Eonwë threw the man out of the way as the Guardian's mace smacked into the Maia.
Sigeric saw the remnants of Eonwë plastered to the ground and mace. Eonwë was crushed like a pancake beneath the Guardian's weapon. Eonwë's Maiar blade was the only thing left from the crumpled, flat body and it lay there shining, covered in blood.
And now, without any other support, it was down to Sigeric and Ha'zi.
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Sigeric flinched as Eonwe was crushed by the Guardian's mace. They always died just before saying something important, didn't they? He spotted the glint of the Maiar blade on the ground, barely shining through the blood. He dropped his halberd, diving to grab the dagger.
Iver woke up, at first, he didn’t recognize the place but a moment later, he realized that he is at his home. Confused, he got up and looked at his room. It was the same as he left it few months ago, but something was wrong. It was looking like someone searched the room for something, but he couldn’t find it. He walked out of the room and went down the stairs to the main living room and on the chair, he saw someone he didn’t see for a really long time. "Grandpa?" Iver asked the man who sat at the head of the table. "You... You are dead...." He said and looked around, "Am I dead as well?" he asked in fear. "Don’t worry, you are not dead. Take a sit and we can talk" he said and pointed at one of the chairs. Iver sat and waited for the old man, to explain.
"You are not dead, not yet at least. As for why you are here, I need to tell you some things. Your father is dying, after you didn’t return he got worried. The guards returned and said that you just disappeared, he left your mother alone and traveled to Bree. Luckily for him his money allowed him to buy the information about how you were sold to slavers and he went on searching for them. He hired a ship and sailed to their base, he paid some of them to tell him about the ships that transformed you, He found out that your ship "was destroyed in a storm" at sea. He returned here and now he is gravely ill in his bed. You know you were his favorite, he hoped that one day you will be..... a better man than he was. You better talk to him" He said, stood up and walked toward the main door. "You know, I’ve built this house with the help of my brother a long time ago, it looks so similar, yet so different. Your sister drew that dragon on the wall when she was a toddler and no one ever removed it. Your uncle played with my hammer and cracked the floor there decades ago, and no one bothered to fix it" He sighed, "anyways, I need to go. You better go and talk with your daddy now" He said and walked outside the door.
Iver stood up and first walked toward the door. As he opened it he saw that there was nothing outside, just void. He went back inside and looked around. Then, with a heavy heart he walked toward his father's room. His father's room was both his sleeping and working room and it was filled with almost anything you could imagine. Books from all around the middle earth, scrolls with dwarvish runes, horns of eastern beasts, tools of navigation and science. It was all there, and behind a long table filled with scrolls, papers and maps was a smaller door. A door in a wall that parting the room's sleeping and working sections. He knocked on the door, "come in" said a weak voice from the inside and Iver opened the door and flew back. From inside the door an explosion knocked him all the way back and through the main door, and he fell to the endless void…
"You are not dead, not yet at least. As for why you are here, I need to tell you some things. Your father is dying, after you didn’t return he got worried. The guards returned and said that you just disappeared, he left your mother alone and traveled to Bree. Luckily for him his money allowed him to buy the information about how you were sold to slavers and he went on searching for them. He hired a ship and sailed to their base, he paid some of them to tell him about the ships that transformed you, He found out that your ship "was destroyed in a storm" at sea. He returned here and now he is gravely ill in his bed. You know you were his favorite, he hoped that one day you will be..... a better man than he was. You better talk to him" He said, stood up and walked toward the main door. "You know, I’ve built this house with the help of my brother a long time ago, it looks so similar, yet so different. Your sister drew that dragon on the wall when she was a toddler and no one ever removed it. Your uncle played with my hammer and cracked the floor there decades ago, and no one bothered to fix it" He sighed, "anyways, I need to go. You better go and talk with your daddy now" He said and walked outside the door.
Iver stood up and first walked toward the door. As he opened it he saw that there was nothing outside, just void. He went back inside and looked around. Then, with a heavy heart he walked toward his father's room. His father's room was both his sleeping and working room and it was filled with almost anything you could imagine. Books from all around the middle earth, scrolls with dwarvish runes, horns of eastern beasts, tools of navigation and science. It was all there, and behind a long table filled with scrolls, papers and maps was a smaller door. A door in a wall that parting the room's sleeping and working sections. He knocked on the door, "come in" said a weak voice from the inside and Iver opened the door and flew back. From inside the door an explosion knocked him all the way back and through the main door, and he fell to the endless void…
Iver slowly woke up and saw Illmare with a halo of the sun above her head, giving her a halo of an angel. He stared at her and said “Your eyes are majestic” before coming back to his senses and blushed. He got up and looked around, “So did we destroy all of the giants?” he asked her. But then one of the giants made a loud sound that caught Iver’s attention. “Oh no, did we not kill the guardian?” he asked before looking for Thoruk and his bag. “Thoruk, give me ma bag back, there is another giant for us to kill” He said.
"Maybe don't run at me with your axe in hand screaming like a bloody maniac next time," says Daugo, annoyed but relieved. His heart skips a beat as he realizes that the Guardian Giant is back in business, but he says nothing, continuing on the path to the melon grove. They should be quite close to it by now.
The Warrior came crashing down, landing on his feet on the ground, the spike behind him. In front of him was the Guardian Giant, at a reach, with the mace, facing off against him. She held the mace in her left hand and began to materialize another weapon in her right. Ha'zi would need to close the distance and take her down with brute force or perhaps use her own weapons against her.
Sigeric grabbed the dagger as the Guardian Giant spoke out,
"You monsters invaded my home. Killed my friends. Usurped them of their powers. I'll kill you, all of you. Starting with you."
Ha'zi was not the one being addressed. Before Sigeric knew it, the mace was flying, horizontally, at him.
"Iver, there is no possible outcome where we defeat that thing using normal tools. You're tired, let's get you to the others." Illmare said to him.
"Yea, man. Listen to the Angel-chick." Marco told him, patting his shoulder softly. Illmare stared at Marco as if he'd hit a nerve before walking towards the melon patch.
Daugo, Dimitri, Osk, Sam, Silesia and Margoz had made it. After emerging from some bushes they were confronted with a shocking scene.
The twenty-five survivors at the melon patch were tied down, beaten and bloodied, surrounded by a large gang of slavers. Celeste was on the ground, her clothes ripped and torn, crying as a man whipped her. Both Daugo and Dimitri recognized him, an electrical shock going through their spines.
"Well, well, lookie, 'ere, if it isn't the rest of our cargo," a rough female's voice cut the awkward silence. She looked bad but not as bad as they did. The island had taken a toll on these people like it had to them. "I suppose, we should welcome our guests, amiright, Ramiel?"
"Ye, we should." The voice of the man came back to them. The harsh crack of his whips at he slashed Celeste's back. There were nearly 20 slavers, all armed with crude weapons and mesh against their weakened, injured motley lot.
"Hell, if it isn't the one-arm wonder and the midget dwarf." The Whipper said, his dark eyes staring at them.
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Sigeric grabbed the dagger as the Guardian Giant spoke out,
"You monsters invaded my home. Killed my friends. Usurped them of their powers. I'll kill you, all of you. Starting with you."
Ha'zi was not the one being addressed. Before Sigeric knew it, the mace was flying, horizontally, at him.
"Iver, there is no possible outcome where we defeat that thing using normal tools. You're tired, let's get you to the others." Illmare said to him.
"Yea, man. Listen to the Angel-chick." Marco told him, patting his shoulder softly. Illmare stared at Marco as if he'd hit a nerve before walking towards the melon patch.
Daugo, Dimitri, Osk, Sam, Silesia and Margoz had made it. After emerging from some bushes they were confronted with a shocking scene.
The twenty-five survivors at the melon patch were tied down, beaten and bloodied, surrounded by a large gang of slavers. Celeste was on the ground, her clothes ripped and torn, crying as a man whipped her. Both Daugo and Dimitri recognized him, an electrical shock going through their spines.
"Well, well, lookie, 'ere, if it isn't the rest of our cargo," a rough female's voice cut the awkward silence. She looked bad but not as bad as they did. The island had taken a toll on these people like it had to them. "I suppose, we should welcome our guests, amiright, Ramiel?"
"Ye, we should." The voice of the man came back to them. The harsh crack of his whips at he slashed Celeste's back. There were nearly 20 slavers, all armed with crude weapons and mesh against their weakened, injured motley lot.
"Hell, if it isn't the one-arm wonder and the midget dwarf." The Whipper said, his dark eyes staring at them.
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As Sigeric heard the Guardian's accusation, he found that it corroborated what Eonwe had said moments before his death, and even what the Trickster had advised. Why were they here? Whose interests were they serving? Sigeric snapped back to reality as the Giant wound up her strike with the mace. He sprinted forward and rolled, attempting to pass underneath the shaft of the weapon and avoid the head. He tried to get as close as possible to the cord, or the Giant's leg.
Iver stood in place for a moment, thinking. Should he go and help Hazi and Sig or should he stay with the other slaves. "Go without me, ill catch up in a while" he said and sat on the ground thinking, about his next step but soon his thoughts wandered to the events on the island. He thought about the giants, what miserable they must have, living on this island for who know how long, no one to talk with beside each other, and the fact that they werent all at the same place he assumed that they didnt like each other, which means that they were stuck with people that they hate for a long time. Maybe, just maybe their anger toward the valar right. After all, when you think of this, that sauron dude that took over mordor and waged war against the middle earth was an evil maia yet the valar didnt do anything to him. The valar are far from perfect, the giants are far from evil and Iver was far from deciding what to do.
Sigeric's roll just barely ducked the attack but he was intercepted. The Guardian swung the mace around, slamming into his back, the spikes ripping through his clothes.
The Guardian saw the Warrior charging and managed to get its new weapon, a massive crossbow, which fired a bolt that pierced through Ha'zi's eye, sticking through the Warrior Giant's head. Nonetheless, the Warrior's charge was uninterrupted and Ha'zi smashed through the Guardian, sending it and himself, to the ground with his tackle.
The mace's was dropped in the act by the charge of the Warrior Giant. Sigeric fell from the spikes of the Mace and he fell to the ground, his entire back scraped, cut and bloodied. He was sure a spike was in his ribcage or something. There was a faint sensation of some warm liquid running over his spine. In front of him he saw the two Giants clashing on the ground. It was a miracle he was alive. His vision was slowly fading but he managed to see something in front of him. A snakelike cord that led to a crystal shard which was laying on the battlefield, undisturbed.
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The Guardian saw the Warrior charging and managed to get its new weapon, a massive crossbow, which fired a bolt that pierced through Ha'zi's eye, sticking through the Warrior Giant's head. Nonetheless, the Warrior's charge was uninterrupted and Ha'zi smashed through the Guardian, sending it and himself, to the ground with his tackle.
The mace's was dropped in the act by the charge of the Warrior Giant. Sigeric fell from the spikes of the Mace and he fell to the ground, his entire back scraped, cut and bloodied. He was sure a spike was in his ribcage or something. There was a faint sensation of some warm liquid running over his spine. In front of him he saw the two Giants clashing on the ground. It was a miracle he was alive. His vision was slowly fading but he managed to see something in front of him. A snakelike cord that led to a crystal shard which was laying on the battlefield, undisturbed.
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Cardiloc reached the clearing where the spear lay with Radaa, he picked it up and headed back towards the battle surveying that Eonwe was nowhere to be seen and they were all quite screwed. He ran back down to join the fray. He noticed Eonwe was dead, and Sigeric wounded with some kind of spike sticking out of his back, with a gasp he headed over to help the Dale Noble. He was the cord as well but decided Sigerics wounds mattered most.
Sigeric slowly crawled toward the cord, the pain blinding him to all else. He did not know the extent of his injuries, but he hoped that they were not fatal - that they could be healed without becoming a Shifter. He felt betrayed by Eonwe and Ilmare, manipulated into killing people whom he truly knew nothing about. He wanted no further part in their schemes. Yet he had to survive, to warn the others...
As he reached the cord, he brandished the Maiar blade, cutting through it with what strength he had remaining.
As he reached the cord, he brandished the Maiar blade, cutting through it with what strength he had remaining.
The mace cracked the facial armor of the Guardian Giant, its spikes blinding her. The Guardian's mouth opened to speak but all that came out was unintelligible gargle as the mace had ripped open her mouth and tongue. The next thing the Warrior saw was the Guardian dropping lifelessly beneath him.
Sigeric cut the cord. It had worked. The Guardian Giant was neutralized. But the shifter...
The crystal shard cracked open with a GRRRRUNCCHHHH. The female fell out of it, staggering a bit and slowly idling away. She wasn't even able to run but she made a conscious effort to get away.
Cardiloc saw Sigeric was fatally wounded. A giant spike embedded through his spine. He was bleeding profusely from his back and the Dalishman passed out from the pain. There was no way to save him...unless....
Ha'zi heard the crystal crack open and saw the women attempting to walk away. He was still in his Warrior Giant and could easily catch her.
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Sigeric cut the cord. It had worked. The Guardian Giant was neutralized. But the shifter...
The crystal shard cracked open with a GRRRRUNCCHHHH. The female fell out of it, staggering a bit and slowly idling away. She wasn't even able to run but she made a conscious effort to get away.
Cardiloc saw Sigeric was fatally wounded. A giant spike embedded through his spine. He was bleeding profusely from his back and the Dalishman passed out from the pain. There was no way to save him...unless....
Ha'zi heard the crystal crack open and saw the women attempting to walk away. He was still in his Warrior Giant and could easily catch her.
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Ha'zi didn't rationally think out this situation. If he were not in Giant form, he would have liked to interrogate the woman. Why were the giants saying that we were invading their territory? Their home ? But wasn't this their prison? Some of them even seemed... friendly. However, the Warrior's anger clouded any thinking that Ha'zi may have had, and he ran towards the lady, trying not to harm her, and picked her up. If this is successful, he would take her over to Sigeric and Cardiloc.
The woman didn't even struggle. She conceded defeat and was limp in Ha'zi hands. Ha'zi saw the conditon Sigeric was in. He had been too slow to save him. He noticed Eonwe's body was smashed to pieces, that was also on him. Or was it? Could he really be blamed for this tragedy? Wasn't this the fault of the Giants? They were servants of Morgoth, enemies, right? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]
Dimitri looked at his arm, and felt whole. Rejuvenated. Youthful. He no longer felt cold steel against his flesh, no more creaks and groans of metal scraping against metal. He hadn't felt this way in years. But memories of the past months rushed back and soon he found the cursed voice of the Whipper. "Well, short man, I have my arm back and so much more." Dimitri said. "You hurt my flock, you threaten my life, you insult us all. This has gone on far too long." he continued.
Seeing the state of Sigeric, Ha'zi quickly controls the Warrior to hold the shifter above the downed man. For a second, he peers down at the puny woman and thinks again of the things she said. Her claims that we disrupted their peace. Ridiculous. We didn't choose these powers. We didn't want our friends, our family to be massacred. They did. And at that, Ha'zi has no guilt for what he has done to these servants-- no, monsters-- of Melkor. He only finds relief, as our escape shall be soon. The Warrior's hand extends it's pointer finger and thumb around the shifter's head. Then, he twists. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]