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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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Paragons of the Klaxxi
Written to The Parting Glass by The Wailing Jennys
"Mantid. Why's it always have to be Mantid?"
Julip giggled despite the macabre sight before them and looked at Niarweaver. The death knight stood with her hands on her hips, staring down at the mangled corpse of a mantid warrior. The giant insect had been impaled on what looked to be its own staff, and its legs were still kicking uselessly in its death throes. The huntress tamped down her mirth and replied, "Because, admit it, you've always wanted to squash them."
Niarweaver gave a short grin. "I always hated that hub. They were always so demanding, even after I risked my life doing as they asked."
The group known as Illuminatus had finally breached the very last chamber of Garrosh's underground fortress, and now were heading down a carved tunnel strewn with the corpses of Mantid. It wasn't hard to see who was responsible for it. Most of the group had gathered around Saurfang, listening to his tale about what had taken place in the tunnel.
As the old Orc limped away from the group, Niar and Julip looked questioningly at the others, silently asking what Saurfang had said to them. It was Greymoon who answered: "Looks like him and Thrall came this way. They fought their way through the Mantid holding the tunnel, and Saurfang held the tunnel while Thrall went on ahead."
Niarweaver frowned. "So what does Thrall plan to do? Take on Garrosh by himself?"
"Probably."
"That bastard."
A light cough got their attention, and they looked over at Nakti. "Well?" Said the troll huntress. "Are we gonna keep goin', or are we callin' it quits an' lettin' Thrall have all de fun?"
"Yeah. No offense to Thrall, but I kinda want us to be the ones to make a smear of Garrosh all over the floor." Helpfuldeath added. Murmurs of agreement followed his statement.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Asked Schio. "Let's go kick some insect ass."
The group moved almost as one down the remainder of the hallway, emerging into a wide chamber filled with Mantid. There was even a kuchong meandering near the back of the room. Niarweaver let out a soft whistle. "They really aren't holding anything back, are they?"
"They're the Paragons." Said Kyel. "Of course they'd throw everything they had at us. They want to kill us."
If any of Illuminatus heard the Paragons speaking to one another, they ignored them. Not like they would pay attention anyway; most of the group didn't have fond memories of the Paragons, and even less fondness for the Mantid. Niarweaver and Greymoon led the charge into the first of the groups milling about, and the rest of the team followed their lead shortly thereafter, sending spell after arrow into the swarm, while the melee kept close to Niarweaver and Greymoon, making sure their backs were covered while their fronts were occupied. One by one the swarms fell, until finally only the kuchong was left standing.
"Awh," said Julip just after the kuchong fell into a giant heap. "That was Kovok."
Kovok had been the kuchong that many of the team had helped raise in order to help the Paragons defeat their Empress' forces in the Dread Wastes. There had been a special attachment to him, considering all of the effort put in to care for him, but...
"He tried to kill us," Sabaak said, edging away from the still carapace. "I don't wanna be eaten by a bug."
"Me neither." Agreed Nph. The holy paladin scrubbed at his neck, as if there were creepy-crawlies on his skin. "I like being on this side of digestion."
"Wimp," Kyel said, half laughing.
"Yeah, so what?"
"So nothing."
"Okay, enough." Xallion spoke suddenly. "We don't got much time if we wanna catch up ta T'rall. So we'd better get our butts in gear. Everyone got food an' flasks?"
There were groans and sighs, but those who didn't have the required two things moved to get them. Since it didn't seem like the Paragons were in any hurry to come down and eat them, they took their time preparing. Xallion moved over to Niarweaver and Greymoon to talk strategy with them, and then he and Nph spoke in hushed tones until the others signaled they were ready to fight. Then Xallion turned to address the rest of the group.
"Okay," he began, "dis is how it goes: t'ree o' dem will come down an' attack us. We focus on one o' dem til he's dead. Don' worry 'bout de other two - dey'll just heal demselves once de one we focus on is dead. De only one we have ta worry about is Prime."
"Why?" Asked Mistahtea. "Seem like he just as easy ta kill as de others."
"'Cause he'll encase himself in amber." Xallion answered smoothly. "We gotta break de amber in time, or he heals ta full an' we gotta do it all over again. I'll be hittin' bloodlust dere, so save ya major spells for dat moment."
"And what else do we have to watch out for?" Helpfuldeath asked.
"Besides amber droppin' in on our heads, and hungry baby kuchong tryin' ta chew our faces off?"
"Yeah, besides that."
Xallion shrugged. "De typical t'ings."
"Such as?"
"Just stay a few yards apart from anyone close ta ya."
Helpfuldeath heaved a sigh. "Thought as much."
"Anymore questions?" When there were none forthcoming, Xallion turned to Niarweaver and Greymoon. "Away we go, den."
Niarweaver stretched her arms and cracked her neck. Greymoon assumed his bear form and flexed his claws. Standing side by side, the two of them touched the resonating crystal floating just a few feet off the floor. Then the first three of the Paragons engaged the group in battle. It was rough to get the rhythm started, as they all began to attack different Paragons once Niarweaver and Greymoon picked them up, but Xallion quickly rectified the issue, calling out the single target they were all to attack. Between the summoned blobs of blood they had to focus down before they reached any one of the three Paragons, the focused fire, and the amber being tossed down from above, the first of Paragons went down quickly.
"Thank you," said Sabaak to Xallion, "for not letting me die."
Xallion shot him a grin. "It's not over yet."
Sabaak heaved a sigh and gripped his sword, and jumped on the current target. When Prime emerged from the air above, Xallion let out a warning call. Spells suddenly stopped targeting one of the other two, and began focusing on Prime. Even the melee changed their target, focusing on Prime and waiting for the moment they all knew would happen.
It began as a golden glimmer, and then Prime stopped moving. A thick shield of amber encased him, protecting him from all attacks. But they didn't stop; Xallion activated his bloodlust ability, and the rest of the group began attacking the amber with everything they had, chipping away at it with spells and blades, and taking off chunks. It was over in a matter of seconds - the amber, weakened as it was by the constant and vicious blows, blew apart in fragments, showering those close to Prime with chunks of amber as large as a fist. Helpfuldeath and Sabaak were forced to cover their heads with their arms - or in Sabaak's case, his shield, - until the rain of amber had stopped. Then they focused on Prime again.
Prime sagged suddenly, ichor running down his carapace. He stumbled, which allowed the fighters to cut him off at the knees, and then cleave him down until he was nothing but a corpse on the floor. Then, the melee turned on the next target, as did the ranged. And the next Paragon came down from above and joined the fight.
It got increasingly harder when the Manipulator joined the fight, and with him came infant kuchongs. Julip let out a cry as she found herself being reeled in by one such tiny bug, and then Nakti, Schio, and Kyel were there, spell and arrow damaging the little creature until she could break free of it. Julip back-pedaled so hard that she nearly fell when the kuchong let her go. Schio grabbed Julip's arm and steadied her, and once Julip nodded that she was okay, Schio released her. Together, they returned to attacking.
It went on in this fashion for what seemed like hours. For every Paragon that fell, another appeared to take the fallen one's place. For the melee, it was a tiring affair. Not only did they have to dodge close-range attacks, but they had to make sure that they weren't attacking the wrong enemy, or else all their hard work would be for naught. Sweat rolled down Sabaak's face, making his hair stick to his cheeks and the back of his neck. Helpfuldeath, being dead, didn't have to worry about that; it was the exhaustion that was plaguing him, making his arms and legs feel like lead weights were attached to his ankles and wrists. It was becoming increasingly harder to swing his rune blades, and more often than not, he had to wait a heartbeat to use an ability because he didn't have enough runic power.
For the ranged it was slightly easier. Since they were further out, they could change targets far easier than the melee. Still, for the hunters, their supply of arrows was starting to run out and even their pets were starting to become exhausted. For the warlocks, it was mana, even though several of their spells returned mana to their pools. They were using their most powerful spells when they could, which depleted their reserves far faster than a minor spell would.
The healers were almost out of mana as well. Even with their mana returns, the fight was taking longer than anticipated it would. Xallion dropped his mana tide totem and cast healing rain and chain heal, trying to bring Niarweaver back to full health before the Paragon she was fighting crushed her.
Sweat rolled into Nph's eyes, making them sting, but he still cast his spells toward Greymoon and anyone else who needed a bit of healing. He took a deep breath, trying to keep as much mana in reserve as he could.
Respite came in the form of another Paragon death. No more came out to fight, leaving just the two on the floor now. Grins spread across ten faces - Greymoon's lips lifted in a snarl, which counted as a bear smile - and there seemed to be a second wind infecting the Illuminatus fighters. Tired arms somehow found the strength to keep swinging blades, swinging them hard enough at times to chip away carapace. Exhausted fingers somehow found the strength to grip one more arrow, and another arrow after that. Spells flew with increasing intensity, despite the fatigue plaguing their casters.
"Almost there!" Laughed Niarweaver, and there was a chorus of cheers around her even though the Paragon she was fighting was starting to hit harder, as if he knew his end was near.
And then suddenly Greymoon was beside her, helping Niarweaver hold off the Paragon. Between sword and claw, spell and arrow, the Paragon didn't stand a chance. When he stumbled, Greymoon swiped his chitenous legs out from under him. As soon as the Paragon landed on his back, Sabaak's blade buried itself in one shoulder; one of Helpfuldeath's rune blades pierced the other, and his second pinned a wing to the floor.
Niarweaver stood over the fallen Paragon, staring down fearlessly into those black bug eyes. She lifted her rune blade. "You survived everything the Titans threw at you, huh? Well, survive this."
The blade came down.
Carapace cracked with a sickening hollow sound. A moment later, a pool of ichor formed, mingling with the rest of the blood congealing on the floor.
"Leave it to you to come up with the cheesiest closing lines," Schio said to Niar. The death knight only laughed.
They moved around the bodies of the Paragons and looked up at the double doors that had opened.
"Beyond here," began Xallion, "is de final battle."
"So what we waitin' for?" Asked Mistahtea. "An invitation ta go kick Garrosh's ass?"
Xallion looked at the ten other faces around him, then smirked. "Well, den. Why don' we go say hello ta our Warchief?"
Eleven warriors of Illuminatus moved up the stairs, more determined than ever to see their bloody task done.
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