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Adventures of Illuminatus: Siege of Orgrimmar	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spoils of Pandaria
Written to Rolling in the Deep by Adele
Schio - blood elf warlock - destruction
We were tired, sore. We were dirty, bloody messes. But we still kept moving forward. Others had probably turned back at this point, but not we of Illuminatus. Were we crazy? Probably. But there was too much at stake for us to just give up and come back another day to try again. And if we did give up, who's to say we wouldn't have to fight through another slew of enemies again? It was better to keep moving forward, then, and it wasn't like we didn't have the supplies to sustain us or the time to spend here. War was a messy, unpredictable animal, and rarely ended simply. As the saying goes... Stormwind wasn't built in a day.
We took a few moments to catch our breath and tend our wounds after we left Malkorok's body behind. We ate, drank a little, and cut strips of windwool for bandages so that Nph and Xallion could conserve their mana. Once we felt we were ready, we continued on. We destroyed the warriors waiting on the stairs. They looked surprised to see us, and that was probably our advantage. When they were dealt with, we went down the stairs into what looked like a war wolf breeding room, and stayed close to the left wall while we dealt with the small pack of warriors standing there. Then we entered into a huge chamber with a large set of wood and metal doors set in one walk, and a welcoming committee in the center of the room. They went down fast, and I wrinkled my nose at the smell of burning flesh. The metal scorpion had caught on fire, and the fire had spread to the driver.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and prepared myself for battle. It was a false alarm though; it was only Vol'jin's troops rushing into the hall to take up positions as our rear guard. I set my hands on my hips and watched them rush in past us, looking quite well for having been fighting somewhere behind us.
"About time they showed up," I murmured.
Helpfuldeath paused as he heard me and followed my gaze toward the rebellion warriors. He smirked. "Better now than never right?"
"They could've helped us. They could help us now."
"And have them get in our way?"
I smirked. "They wouldn't get in our way. They'd provide the distraction while we slipped around whatever is waiting for us beyond the door."
Helpful eyed me, then looked at the warriors. "They do look pretty comfortable, don't they?"
"Mmhm."
But at Vol'jin's orders, we were heading onward alone. We pushed open the huge double doors to reveal four warriors waiting for us along with two goblin-made turrets. We paused on the threshold, then Grey charged in, taking on three of the warriors by himself. Niarweaver got the fourth one. While most of us focus on the warriors, Julip and I ran toward the turrets, left and right respectively. As we reached them, we noticed orcs running at us. They were smaller than the others, and not as heavily armed. They died fast, before they could reach whatever it was they were running for, and she and I turned back to the turrets. We dismantled them as quickly as we could so the others weren't stuck dancing around falling missiles.
Once this room was cleared, we went on to the next one, which was mostly the same, save for the fact it had three doors: one ahead, one to the left, and one to the right. As we engaged the newest enemies, we silently attended the same things we'd taken care of in the previous room. When we finished fighting, we looked at each of the doors in quick succession.
"Which way first?" Greymoon asked Xallion.
The shaman looked toward the door in front of us, but then looked left and right as if trying to decide. "Let's go right," he said slowly. "Either way, I have a feelin' we're gonna end up back here anyways."
So we went right.
As the doors opened, they revealed several shocked orcs staring at us, and then once again, we found ourselves in a fight. Once that was over with, we went up the slight slope and found ourselves on a walkway with a huge chest in the center, and looking over four chambers that looked eerily familiar. I recognized the markings on some of the boxes down below, though I had to squint to make out exactly what the lettering was.
"These are from Pandaria." I said, looking at the others. "He had to have brought these back here during the campaign."
"De spoils, eh?" Said Mistahtea, moving to one side to peer down. "Don' look like dis gonna be easy."
"Doubt it." Nph supplied with a mirthful tone. "Looks like we're splitting up."
And that's exactly what we did. We split into five man teams, each with their own tank, healer, and damage dealers. I was with Niarweaver, Sabaak, Helpfuldeath, and Xallion. The other team was Greymoon, Julip, Kyel, Nph, and Mistahtea. Nakti would serve as the runner, going to join whatever team needed her help the most. When we decided we were ready - now or never, right? - Xallion stepped up to the box in the center of the room and began to talk to it.
"Hey, we recording? Yeah? Okay." The box spat. "Goblin Titan control module starting up! Please stand back."
There was a slight pause. Then: "Checking out the data. Hold on for a second, will ya?"
I don't know what Xallion did next, but the gate in front of us was dropping and the box was then saying, "Oh, now you've did it! That was really, really, really not the correct input code! Activating GB-11010 'Armageddon'-class defense systems. Does anybody know if we're zoned for this?"
I couldn't help but laugh as I dropped into the first room. It was such a goblin thing to say! Niarweaver ran over to the first of the boxes and punched it open. I heard muffled noise from above, and figured the box had said something again, bit there wasn't any time to contemplate it. The ghostly Mistweaver Niarweaver had released, along with several mantid, had begun to be a pain in the ass. I activated my fire and brimstone, sending flames skittering along the floor to make them crispy bugs. When the Mistweaver was done, another ghostly Pandaren had joined the fray - a Brewmaster. And more bugs. Suddenly there was a glow in my peripheral, and I turned to see an orb floating there, crimson and quietly sparkling. I didn't waste time; I was already throwing a chaos bolt at it before Xallion even called to do so.
For the fight, I'd used the Grimoire of Sacrifice to make my spells stronger and to keep from having to worry about my demon running to and fro and getting in anybody's way. It gave me peace of mind, since I was constantly switching between the bugs Niar released and those stupid crimson balls.
Then Niar ran over to one of the largest boxes in the room and unleashed the biggest mantid I'd ever seen, save for the Paragons.
My slight hesitation cost me, because I suddenly found a series of bombs attached to my body. I panicked. Any sensible person would. But I shot off a conflagrate spell and bolted for a clear corner. I pulled off all the bombs on my body - not an easy a task as it sounded - and dropped them to the floor. Then I ran back to join the others, launching spell after spell toward the giant mantid. We also had to deal with more and more crimson orbs, but they were easy to deal with compared to the mantid. And, just when he staggered and nearly dropped his weapon, Niar went and released another one. Thankfully, the first one dropped just before the second one focused on Niar, but again I had to deal with those stupid bombs. My misery was shared by Xallion, at least, but it was little comfort.
Above us, there boomed a voice, "Initiating system reset. Module 2 at 50%. Hey, system reset requires two modules to complete."
I grit my teeth and cast every single one of my burning embers as a chaos bolt. Just before the last one hit, the giant mantid went down. I saw Xallion switch to his ghost wolf form and race past me. His furry body launched itself at a lever near the back of the room and he hit it with his shoulder, shoving it back as hard as he could.
The gate slid down.
We raced into the next room.
Niar's box-opening strategy remained the same as before - she opened the boxes with the Pandaren in them first, and then began to open all of the smaller boxes, which released quilen and Mogu into our midst. Again, we only had to deal with one or two crimson orbs before we could focus on the small fry. The quilen weren't too bad to deal with, and neither were the Mogu warriors. The urns were a little harder to deal with, especially the ones that glowed white and spat little glowing sparks that exploded in a tight area once they were destroyed. But those didn't compare to the Animus that Niarweaver freed. That thing was a pain in the ass. As hard as we hit it, it didn't seem to go down, and to make matters worse, it spawned a bubbling red goop pile on the ground, healing it the longer it stood in it. And it summoned red beams that we had to stand in, or it hurt.
Of course, we figured that part out after the first set disappeared, and we all doubled over in pain.
Then Niar pulled the first of the big boxes as that stupid voice overhead crowed again, "Initiating system reset. Module 2 at 50%. Hey, system reset requires two modules to complete."
Were we just slow or were they just having an easier time than we were?
I couldn't help the sigh that escaped me as I felt the bloodlust course through my blood as we focused on the giant Mogu. I called into the Twisting Nether and ignored the grumbling of my doomguard as he appeared in the room. I pointed at the Mogu and watched his eyes lit up as he had something to murder. It was really an endearing sight. Doomguards are really sweet once you get to know them... and perhaps kick their butts once or twice.
Like before, just when the first large Mogu was about to fall, Niarweaver released the second one. It was a little bit of a challenge to bring down the first one before we switched to the second one, but a little fire and brimstone and a chaos bolt solved that problem pretty quick. My doomguard got a few hits in on the second Mogu before he vanished. Not that it mattered, because soon the others from the other team were there, and with their added power, the second Mogu didn't have a chance.
There was a race for the lever between Xallion, Mistahtea, and Niarweaver. Mistahtea got there first, but Xallion's ghost wolf form slammed shoulder first into the lever and switched it to an active position.
We held our breath as the remaining boxes started to glow eerily. Then a voice boomed, "System resetting. Don't turn the power off, or the whole thing will probably explode." There was an agonizing pause. "Security system deactivated. Welcome back, Siegecrafter Blackfuse."
There was some whirring, and in the back of the room, a gate rolled up. It allowed us to run back up to the box in the center of the upper walkway. Some of us managed to grab hold of the crane and cheated, but in the end we were all heading to the same place.
As I passed the box, I heard it say, "Have a great day, and don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"Stupid goblin devices." I hissed back at it. Then I followed the rest of the group down the giant hallway that led to who knows where, only that it echoed oddly with roars of unseen beasts.
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