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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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Siegecrafter Blackfuse
Written to You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring
Sabaak - blood elf paladin - retribution
After we took down the devilsaur - Thok, we later learned, was his name - we high-tailed it back the way we'd come, through the Spoils of Pandaria room, and back to the huge room that had the three doors, the right of which we'd gone in first and now came back out of. Since the north door wouldn't open, we had no choice but to go left. I trotted down the stairs after the others, my hand tight around the hilt of my sword and my shield held close to my side. The previous fights had told me that shit was getting very real, and if we let down our guard even for an instant, we'd be dead so fast that we wouldn't even know it.
Waiting for us down the stairs was a group of orcs and goblins. The way they leered and laughed at us gave me a bad feeling, but I readied my blade and waited for Greymoon's signal to attack. For a few minutes, Grey and Niar sized up the group ahead of us, just as they were sizing us up. When their gazes lingered a little too long on the ladies, Niarweaver was off like a shot from a bow, her death and decay spell going out, along with several others. The first Orc didn't even realize he was missing his arm until Niar swung back her rune blade and an arc of blood followed it. Then it was on - Grey charged in and his claws took out one of the goblins while his jaws caught another around the leg. I swept in, and caught the goblin's dagger with the edge of my sword before he could ram the blade through Grey's eye. In one swift movement, I removed the goblin's hand and I heard the crunch of bone breaking as Greymoon bit down hard on the goblin's leg.
Then the others joined the fray, with spells and arrows and demons and animals rushing in to aid the two tanks and the melee - myself and Helpfuldeath. Not too far away, I heard a female yelp and an explosion, and glanced over my shoulder to see a crawler mine disintegrate into pieces after flinging Julip up into the air amidst a cloud of fire. Thankfully, she wasn't hurt, and Nph and Xallion were quick to heal her wounds.
When this group was finished, a second one quickly took their place, jumping up from a set of pipes set in the back of the room. Down below, I spotted a goblin walking around in a giant shredder. It had to be Siegecrafter Blackfuse. I tore my gaze off of him and turned it on the group we were engaged with. This time, it went a little smoother, now that we knew what to expect.
And when this group fell, a third took their place, headed by a female goblin who wore a jet pack to keep her aloft and, to everyone's surprise and dismay, a laser rifle that set everything it touched on fire.
The ranged focused her, drawing her fire so that Helpfuldeath and I could get close to her and start attacking her. She was tough with that jet pack, but she didn't last long once we managed to sever the fuel line. She gave a little scream just before she went up in flames. When the last member of her group fell, we waited, but nothing else jumped out at us. Taking that as a good sign, we approached the pipes and looked down into their darkness.
"So," said Niarweaver. "Who's going first?"
We hesitated. All of us. Then Schio huffed out a sigh, mumbled something under her breath, and climbed into a pipe. She turned to Niar and said, "If I die, I'm going to haunt you for the rest of your un-life."
Niar gave her a grin and a friendly push.
I don't think I've ever heard Schio scream so loud, but she screamed, the echoes of it ringing back up towards us. Then the pipe spat her out onto the platform below, and she turned back toward us, a glare in her eyes, and she made a rather rude gesture in Niarweaver's direction.
One by one, we jumped into a pipe. When I jumped in, I made sure my sword and shield didn't scrape against the metal of the pipe, and then slid down into the darkness. The ride was exhilarating. Speeding down the dark tunnel, hoping to high heaven that it didn't spit you out into oblivion... It made my heart race, lemme tell you. Soon enough, I found myself flying through open space and landed heavily with the others. I dropped into a crouch to absorb most of the impact, then slowly rose. Looked around.
We were in an arena-like room, or maybe, more accurately, a production mill. On either side of the main floor were conveyor belts, and Blackfuse himself wandering around in circles just ahead of us. I wasn't sure if he was ignoring us because he considered us non-threatening, or because he didn't really know we were standing there watching him.
"So who's doin' the belt?" Xallion asked.
"Huh?"
The question was out of my mouth before I caught myself. Apparently taking it as a sign of volunteerism, Xallion grinned at me. "Sabaak's one. Who's number two?"
"Woah, woah, time out." I said. "Why do I even have to go? What do you do, anyway?"
"Ya use dat pipe over dere to jump onta de conveyor belt." Xallion explained. "Den you pick somet'ing ta kill dere. Once it's dead, ya jump off and de second person goes."
Schio sighed. "I guess I'll be the second person."
Xallion grinned. "Perfect."
I looked at Schio. She was looking at her floating eyeball demon, scratching it under its chin. I walked over to her, careful to keep her between me and her demon. It had sharp teeth and it drooled. A lot. "So, uh, the belt?"
"What about it?"
"What do you do?"
She turned to regard me, then look at the belt. "Just what Xallion said. But you have to kill the thing before it gets to the other end of the belt, or we'll be in a world of hurt."
"Uh, okay."
"And you're going up first."
"Uh, oka- what?!"
She smiled. "I need time to build embers. So. You go first, Sab." She patted my cheek and gave me a terrifying smile. Then she moved to join the others. I gaped at her back for a moment, then shook myself. How hard could it be? I thought. I gripped my sword and readied my shield, then made my way over to the pipe Xallion had indicated. It looked downright foreboding. I didn't have time to think about it though; as soon as the others were ready, Greymoon charged in toward Blackfuse. I was close enough to feel the bloodlust enter my body, but as the others attacked Blackfuse himself, I jumped in the pipe and was swept away to gods knew where.
I was spat out onto the conveyor belt.
The first thing I noticed was that I was moving. The second thing I noticed was that there were pillars of fire spaced at different intervals along the belt and I was very quickly heading towards one. The third and last thing I noticed was that, ahead of me, were three shadowed objects. As they came into the light, I realized what they were - a laser turret, crawler mines, and a rocket launcher. I had to move fast and think quickly. I didn't have much time to sit and think. I charged forward, moving against the belt, and attacked the crawler mines.
I had to narrow my eyes in order to protect them from the sparks that were kicked up each time my sword struck metal, but I was chipping away at the outer shell as fast as I could. I knew from experience - from up in the room where we'd killed the groups of orcs and goblins - that if I could expose even the tiniest piece of the interior, or hell, jar it hard enough, they'd explode. I felt a searing heat against my back and jumped away from it. A pillar of fire quickly passed me by. I felt sweat roll down between my shoulder blades. It was all I could do to focus on the crawler mines and not freak out about nearly being cooked alive in my armor.
Just when I thought I'd run out of room before the mines broke, one exploded, setting off a chain reaction. I heard Blackfuse tell, "You're gonna pay for that!" but pushed it to the back of my mind as I sought a way off the belt. There was another pipe near where I was at the other end of the pipe, so I risked jumping into it. I barely made it, which made my that gallop around my ribcage, and I don't give a damn about how old or young you are, your heart should not beat that fast. It spat me out onto the main floor, and I watched Schio disappear into the pipe on the other side only to reappear on the conveyor belt.
I focused on Blackfuse, attacking him with everything I had while I had the time to do it. His shredder that he was riding in already had chips and gouges in the metal from sword and claw. Fire from the warlocks had heated some places so much that the metal had begun to melt and turn into slag.
It was soon my turn back on the belt, and this time I had an easier time of it. I chose the crawler mines again, and managed to destroy them before we even passed the second set of lasers on the belt. Again I jumped into the pipe at the other end - it wasn't so scary now - and reappeared on the main floor to begin my assault on Blackfuse over again. It kept on in this pattern, only the floor began more crowded with whirling saw blades. I knew we wouldn't have much more room to stand if we let the saw blades build up too much, so when I saw a deactivated magnet appear on the belt, I let it go and instead attacked the laser turret. I hoped and prayed my decision was a good one.
Turns out, it was just what we needed. Though the blades were gone, and the others had been pulled out of position by the powerful magnet, they were quick to adjust and get back in position.
The next time I joined the fight on Blackfuse, the bastard had a look of panic on his face. His shredder was becoming more and more useless. It was melted in places; gouged and punctured in others; and it was becoming increasingly clear that Helpful's frost abilities were getting into those damaged places and destroying delicate wires and other systems. Sparks popped here and there. There was the acrid smell of smoke in the air. I don't know how much longer Blackfuse would last; I prayed we outlasted him.
I leaped into the belt again, choosing the crawler mines yet again. Each time it became easier, such that by the time I destroyed them, I'd barely crossed into the second section of the conveyor belt. I used my extra time to breathe, to strategize what I'd do when I was on the main floor again. I hoped, fiercely hoped, I wouldn't have to go up on the belt for what seemed to be the sixth time.
But it seemed like the gods hated me something fierce. I was running toward the pipe when I heard a terrible screeching noise, like a cat being strangled. It caused me to stop mid-stride and peer back over my shoulder.
Greymoon was backing away from Blackfuse's shredder, and with good reason. The contraption was starting to lean to one side, one leg completely severed from the main body. It was comical in a morbid way, as those arms flailed in windmill-like fashion, trying to keep balance. It was too late though; over-balanced, the entire contraption came crashing down, making such a colossal noise that I had to cover my ears to keep them from hurting because of the high-pitched squealing of metal. Blackfuse utters a plaintive cry - or at least looked like he did - before he was crushed and buried under a pile of metal that had once been his shredder. I thought I saw the gleam of crimson seeping out from beneath the mangled metal, but I wasn't too sure. But since everyone else began to back away from the pile, I figured I was right.
I joined the rest of the team by the pipes that we'd used to come down to this floor, and climbed back in. I wasn't surprised when the pipes popped us back out onto the floor above. Goblin contraptions rarely worked the way they were meant to, after all. We went back up the stairs, and this time turned toward the north door. As we approached it, it swung open with a loud boom. So much for keeping our arrival secret...
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