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Rairel remained calm, his hand still outstretched.
"As I said... I'm Rairel. I am just wandering.. though unfortunately it took longer to travel than I expected...", he'd say then take a step closer.
"I can tell you're not from Gondor... well probably not from Middle-Earth at all.", Rairel then chuckled slightly.
"I'm from this continent but not from Gondor.. guess that makes both of us foreigners doesnt it?"
The rifle remains trained on him.
“What do you want?”
"I want nothing that you would think of", Rairel would state then gesture to the Martian soldiers returning with firewood.
"Simply a hot fire will do", he'd say.
"Go make one yourself", Reiter would say getting ready to fire.
"Well... I like being around people. I assure you I am no threat and you could put your weapons down. As you can see I am unarmed and well... considering your foreign nature and my nativeness to these lands I can be of some service."
"Get out of here...", Reiter would say though Rairel would completely ignore him and look at Mando.
"What do you say? Friends?"
After several months of satellite observation, multiple unarmed diplomatic jets are sent to open relations with multiple factions within your nation including ghondor, Rohan, the elves and the dark forces
Rairel then grabbed his bag from behind a tree and made sure the sack was secure so its contents.. or simply a single artifact possibly due to the shape of the bag wouldn't pop out unexpectedly. He stood by the fire and as he did several ravens sat on the branches of trees above and cawed occasionally though mostly remained quiet as Rairel stared into the fire as if contemplating or remembering something though after muttering something he'd snap out of it and look around.
"So... Guardian... well.. apologies I should probably call you Mando.", smiled Rairel addressing Mando by his name even though not being told it.
"What is your goal here? Find these enigmatic wardens? Then what? What if its all just one giant theory, maybe they're dead if they exist... what if its the universe that wills all that is happening?.. maybe this is a sign of the return of Morgoth. If that were so then... we will all be free in some way soon enough", chuckled Rairel.
"I digress."
"From what I've heard... these wardens are powerful. You'll need more power than you need now. I know you think us primitive barbarians but you should of been here a century ago my good sirs.. and ma'am.", Rairel then looked to Therra maintaining his kind smile.
Though he appeared suspiciously out of nowhere he seemed to give off a sense of warmth, a feeling that he is someone who can be trusted... it emitted from his very essence.
"My Lady", he'd continue looking at Therra.
"We can all go to Minas Tirith, I'm sure the Gondorians know lots about this but maybe not.", Rairel then looked back to Mando.
"But... There's another solution which helps us all.... We all go to Mordor... Mount Doom specifically.. I know a way to make you guardians.. well powerful isn't the word, you pretty much are powerful. Amplify is a better word... you will all be changed for the better, much more fast and strong than you all are now... you will walk as angels amongst man.. more than you do now."
Mando struggled to keep up with what he was saying, while Fuze continued to eye the stranger with suspicion. Therra seemed to be the most attentive, feeling that she could relate to Rairel as who she believed to be a warrior-scholar like herself. Well, maybe more scholar than warrior, he appeared.
“Rairel...”, Therra started. “There’s definitely more about you than you’re letting on. You may be more than a simple stranger, but I don’t believe you’re aware of what the three of us are capable of.”
Fuze interjected. “Damn right! I’ve shattered Fallen Kells nearly twice my twice with my fists! Hell, we’ve killed gods before! Oryx was no push-over!”
Therra clears her throat. “Yes...where we come from, most of the enemies and the challenges we face are paracausal in nature, insurmountable without the power of our Light. It has cost each of us many deaths over the hundreds of years since we were first resurrected.”
"Trust me, I'm perfectly aware.", Rairel stated.
"Though now you're cut from your lands, unlike mine yours didnt follow. One question should be how long until its power or at least some of it is gone? Maybe it won't but the question of if should still apply.", Rairel then chuckled at the mention of gods
.
"Then you'll get along with the common men here good enough. The War of the Ring, it occured a century ago and a Maia by the name of Sauron was defeated for the last time by.. well not even a man. The only reason he was defeated was due to a halfling destroying Saurons one-ring in fire... but before him there was Morgoth, a Vala, a being that wanted all things he didn't create destroyed and it took more than the destruction of an object to kill him.
"It is the same here, our creator is more than real, the music was real.. but perhaps Eru is cut from us, maybe he came too, maybe only a part of him.. maybe some Valar came and maybe some Maiar. We can never know until something happens."
Rairel then stood, he pulled a long sheet of fabric from his sack and layed it on the ground near the fire though didn't lay down just yet.
"It is strange too.. the orcs were all thought dead.. but they are back too. These are truly dire times for Middle-Earth again it seems. You all should rest."
Reiter scoffed, he didn't like Rairel.
"My team will be on guard duty."
This field would be in Rohan and this shuttle didn't go unnoticed, 30 riders arrive on horseback with their lances facing towards the troopers.
"You intrude into the realm of Rohan, what is your business here? And what is this technology?"
“We Guardians don’t really need rest...but it is a luxury that we don’t mind taking. Therra, Fuze, you two can go ahead.”
Therra smiles underneath her helm. “Ever the vigilant Hunter I see...”
“Of course. You get used to it after roaming the wilds for years, with no one but yourself to watch your back.”
“I’m an Exo”, Fuze interrupted. “You really think I’m gonna rest?”
“I’ve heard Zavala caught Cayde sleeping on the job a few times. Back when he was still alive...”
"Opposite of Martian Titans then..", Reiter would say.
"Wake up one of those things and see what happens to your face, Task Force 4 learned..", he'd mutter to himself.
Rairel smiled at everyone.
"I bid you all a good rest, if the majority of us still are not awake when I am then I will prepare a meal.", Rairel then layed down and closed his eyes.
6 out of the 10 Martians also went to sleep, some on the ground while some still wary of Rairel decided to tie themselves up in the trees and sleep there.
Not 10 minutes after closing his eyes Rairel opened his
"Saruman", he'd blurt out then look around.
"Being a light sleeper and sleep talker doesn't work in my favour", he'd joke as if he didn't lie about that. Unknown to those around Rairel, the weakened spirit of Saruman, a Maia was watching them... intently. Like nothing happened Rairel went back to sleep.
If the guardians wished to they could go through Rairel's bag, maybe find something or maybe not... or they could continue to trust that he's just a knowledgeable traveler.
While most of the group rests, Mando remains alert like the Hunter he is. In the dead silence of night, he outstretches his palm, and out of thin air appears his Ghost.
“Spectre, what do you think?”
”What do you mean?”
“About...all of this?”
”I’d say it’s very strange. There’s definitely some powerful forces at work here.”
“Think we can handle them?”
”I hope so. I shudder to imagine anything in this realm to possess power greater than a Hive god.”
“I see...have you been able to transmat anything yet?”
”Still isn’t working. However, I have been detecting something out there beyond the forest. Don’t know what it is, but it’s faint.”
“Interesting. I suppose we should go check it out, then?”
”Are you sure?”
“Seems more productive than just sitting around and staring at the night sky.”
The Hunter gets up, picks up his rifle and starts to move. “I’m gonna go scouting for a bit”, he would say to whoever was still awake.
One of the Martians nod.
After about 10 minutes he'd hear a voice... it was Rairel. Mando wouldn't even hear him approach. He would be leaning on a tree that just came into view..
"Mando", Rairel would greet as he used a carving knife on some wood he found, he was making something humanoid looking. So far in fact the sculpture even in this stage looked perfect.
"Therra... she seems different from you all. I feel something. Intellect.. more than usual.", he'd say then chuckle a little.
"I'm making this in her image, it is my hopes she likes it."
Mando didn’t seem to be surprised at Rairel’s sudden appearance.
“That’s why she was rezzed as a Warlock. Her kind of Guardian possesses a deeper understanding of the universe and its energies. Might also be a bit of her Awoken nature as well.”
The Hunter climbs up a tree and scans the area with the scope of his rifle.
“So what are you doing here?”
"Then I am similar to her", he'd say as he carved the legs.
"I'm just well... restless. I believe people call it insomnia so I'm just doing what I was taught when I was young... craft and create beauty"
Mando meanwhile would hear eyes open behind him, some branches then began moving.
Rairel meanwhile shook his head and laughed a little.... Mando was sitting on an Ent.
“What are you laughing about?
”Uhh....Guardian?”
“What? Wait...the hell is this, some living tree?!”
By instinct, Mando jumps off the Ent, landing near Rairel. His left hand charges with Arc Light.
“Rairel, what is this?”
"Its an Ent, a guardian of the forests as you're a guardian against evil in your home. Don't worry, it won't kill you. They were suppose to have become list most trees a century ago when magic was starting to disappear though for some reason.. the things of the past are seeming to come back.", Rairel said as he continued to carve.
The Ent let out a yawn and stared at Mando, then Rairel then in the direction of camp where the fire burned though it pained him to know one of his... 'brothers' was burning it was for a purpose.. not just typical human greed. He then looked towards Mando.
"Do not worry.", it'd say in a soft voice.
"I will not harm you or the elf.", he'd say referring to Rairel.
"Its been so long since I've moved", The ent then said standing and moving its ancient wooden legs.
"I am Firhusk, I-..I became a tree long ago... I do not..", Firhusk continued to look around in surprise.
"I do not know why I am once more living."
As the Athatonian aircraft enter the airspace they almost immediately begin to glitch out as the quantum connections disconnect and the jets are forced to reboot. While their EMP resistance affords them some sort of level of competency they continue to struggle as the EMP effect of the land causes constant issues while all wireless communication begins to break down forcing them to rely entirely off of the saved data from their DNA computing. While the jets intense speed allows them to easily dodge the slow projectiles of primitive societies below, mechanical favours force them to perform relatively safe crash landings causing serious damage to both the aircraft as well as minor injuries towards the crew.
(Are there any major work settlements or any kind of organisation for the dark forces of middle earth? some kind of society for them to make contact with?) All aircraft crash and are at the mercy of their captors with non of the crew being particularly armed but their cybernetic augmentations provide them decent protection by aiding their form and the robotic help are still capable despite their constant glitches.
Athaton attempts to get into contact with some of the more capitalist forces in the remnants of Europe through radio communication. They desire to have a meeting about the restoration of a capitalist and free Europe with the leader of these capitalist forces
(Not atm. Like in the books and movies the orcs went crazy without their master and are either dead or underground though there is cultists but they're not going to reveal themselves go others)
(Im just going to focus on one since its simple)
Outside Minas Tirith 100 Gondorian soldiers rush out of the walls with 50 horsemen, with them is Count Reviion, a commander of Gondor. Reviion luckily for the pilots is merciful.
"Reveal yourselves immediately or I Will be forced to attack!"
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