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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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Garrosh Hellscream
Written to Full Circle by Half Moon Run
The gauntlet after the fight with the Paragons of the Klaxxi was worse than the fight with the Paragons of the Klaxxi. By the time the group had reached the middle of the tunnel - just the middle! - there had been a couple of deaths with some quick revives and even faster healing. They took a few minutes to catch their breath and mend the wounds that hadn't received care during the last fight, then approached the next black puddle and its slimes. Ahead, they could see huge twin doors and another set of orcs that had the dark aura of Y'saarj hanging around them. And another puddle of darkness and slimes.
"You know," said Schio, "this sucks." She picked up the hem of her dress to keep it from trailing in slime.
"Of course it sucks," replied Mistahtea. "Dis whole place sucks,"
"No, not that. I mean, here we are, killing these things. Didn't Thrall come this way? Since we haven't found his corpse, and I'm pretty sure these guys aren't cannibals, wouldn't they be dead already?"
"Maybe they're reinforcements?" Asked Julip.
"Reinforcements my ass." Said Kyel. "Thrall probably just waltzed on by them like nothing bad was happening."
"That's not fair."
"Nothing so far has been fair."
Once they were ready to fight again, Niarweaver death-gripped one of the orcs that hadn't been morphed into a frog or caught in an ice trap. It was much easier to kill them that way, they'd discovered after losing a few people. Once the orcs were dead and the puddle of darkness taken care of, they pushed open the huge double doors and entered the inner sanctum of the lair beneath Orgrimmar, the final room. Garrosh's throne room.
"It is not too late Garrosh. Lay down the mantle of Warchief, we can end this here, now, with no more bloodshed."
"Hey, look, it's Thrall." Nph said in a colorless tone.
A few snorts ran through the group.
"Ha! Do you remember nothing of honor? Of glory on the battlefield? You who would parlay with humans, who allowed warlocks to practice their dark magics right under our feet. You are weak."
"Guess we found Garrosh, too." Niarweaver said.
Garrosh continued, "We are the Orcish Horde, the True Horde. We die, bloody and thrashing on the field of battle, like true orcs should. You are an Orc no longer, and speak for none but yourself. You betrayed our people to forge your fragile alliances and I will take great pleasure in tearing them apart."
"Then you have forced my hand. I will correct the mistake I made long ago! Spirits of the wind, the earth, the water, hear my call! Come to my aid!"
"I'm not missing this show." Schio said. She hurried to the edge of the platform and peered down. The others were quick to join her. The eleven of them stood there, watching as Thrall began to summon his elements, and then watched in surprise as he was suddenly surrounded by a dark void.
Garrosh let out a harsh laugh. "Fool. My dark shaman have twisted and tortured the elements for miles around. They cannot hear you now. Once again you proved too weak and powerless to do anything."
"Who do you think's going to win?" Asked Sabaak.
"My money's on Thrall."
Thrall called upon a thunderstorm and escaped the void. "Never powerless Garrosh. And never alone."
"So, you wish to face off against a real Orc Warchief. So be it."
Eleven stunned warriors watched as Thrall charged Garrosh, and for a moment it looked like the Doomhammer was going to win against Gorehowl. And then, to everyone's surprise, Garrosh gave a mighty swing of his ax and cleaved Thrall across his chest. Thrall leaped backwards, clutching at his injury, panting harshly. Garrosh uttered a dark laugh as Thrall teleported himself away, joining the group of Illuminatus at the top tier. He didn't say anything to them, his eyes closed against the pain of the wound.
"Okay," whispered Nakti, "how are we supposed ta beat him when Thrall can't?"
"Same way we beat everything else." Schio replied. "We hit him until he's down and we're not." As if to punctuate her sentence, she jumped from the top platform to the floor below. One by one, the others followed. They landed on the ground floor, eyeing Garrosh. The Warchief seemed in no hurry to engage them. Instead, he wasn't even paying attention to them.
"Well," said Sabaak. "I know how we rate."
"Doesn't matter." Greymoon said, his voice rumbling quietly. "We just have to get his attention when we're ready."
It didn't take long for the eleven fighters to get ready. Gear was checked, food was eaten, potions were readied, flasks were drunk, pets and demons were called and summoned, and then Illuminatus stepped up to the center of the room, headed by Niarweaver and Greymoon. Faces were grim, hearts were pounding, but no one broke or ran. Fingers tightened on bowstrings and hilts, or glowed with a readied spell.
Xallion's words, even whispered as they were, seemed as loud as a thunderclap. "On ya, Grey. Niar."
Greymoon shrugged his massive shoulders, then assumed his bear form. At a nod from Niarweaver, the guardian Druid strode forward and issued a challenging roar at Garrosh.
The Warchief laughed. "I, Garrosh, son of Grom, will show you what it means to be called Hellscream!" Then he charged.
Greymoon walked backwards slowly until he'd rejoined the group, keeping Garrosh in the center of the room as much as he could, switching with Niarweaver when he began to acutely feel the blows of Gorehowl becoming too much to handle. Besides Garrosh himself, Kor'kron warbringers and others rushed out of the wings, joining the battle. Even worse, Garrosh launched an attack on the group called decimate, which dropped a huge ax on the group and opened up a deep void zone of darkness.
Then Garrosh yelled, "Witness the power of the true Horde's arsenal!"
In the wings of the room, left and right, appeared massive spiked balls. Above them on a platform appeared two engineers, each one powering their respecting spiked ball. Before anyone could cry a warning, Schio took a step to the left - and vanished. She reappeared just below the left platform and let a chaos bolt fly. The engineer clutched at his chest, gasped once, then fell dead. The warlock ran back to join the group just as the other ball finished powering up.
As it launched, Garrosh laughed evilly and yelled, "We will cleanse this world in steel and fire!"
"Brace yourselves!" Xallion called as the spiked ball roared past the group, taking with it many of Garrosh's own men, and crashed into the opposite wall.
The entire floor shook with the impact, but Illuminatus held their ground. They continued flinging spells and arrows, cutting with blades and claws, and bringing down everything that was in their way. Only once more did Schio have to abandon the group to kill the left side's engineer, and as soon as she returned, Garrosh seemed to shift. No one spoke, but it was understood that something was happening as Garrosh seemed to speak to himself as he rose in the air, caught up in Y'saarj's power. When he landed, Illuminatus' assault continued, using everything they had at their disposal to try and bring him down.
"At least," panted Helpfuldeath, "there aren't anymore adds."
"Except the desecrate." Responded Nph.
"Except that."
Suddenly, the world seemed to tip on end and the group found themselves suddenly pulled up toward the ceiling, toward the heart of Y'saarj hanging above them. When the world righted itself, they realized they were no longer in the throne room, but in another location entirely.
"Terrace of the Endless Spring?" Asked Niar, her deep voice sounding confused.
"Run!" Yelled Xallion. "Up de stairs! Don't kill de Sha til we up dere!"
Kyel gave Niar a sharp shove to get her moving, and they raced up the stairs. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, a bombardment of area of effect spells went off on the Sha surrounding them. As soon as the last one died, the wall protecting Garrosh vanished, and the group began to attack him again. This time, they only had to avoid a smash attack while simultaneously beating Garrosh to a bloody pulp.
Then, the world up ended again.
They landed back in the throne room.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," whimpered Sabaak.
"Well, hold it in." Schio responded, grabbing his arm to pull him back. "Nobody wants to dance in your puke."
Now Garrosh was defending himself again. The group was used to the desecrate move - they focused it down as fast as they could - but then came everyone's worst nightmare.
"Mind-controls!" Yelled Xallion.
Two of Illuminatus, Julip and Mistahtea, suddenly began to turn on their friends. They didn't attack, but instead the nefarious purpose of the mind-control became clear: to bring everyone else into the fold.
Hissing, Schio commanded her observer to stun Julip, and she immediately cast conflagrate to try to bring the huntress to her senses. Kyel dropped a shadowfury; the rest of the team caught on and began using interrupt abilities until the two snapped out of the mind-control. With that dealt with, they next had to dodge Garrosh as he went into a vicious spin, sending out blades of darkness that were blocked by Schio and Kyel's twilight ward, Helpfuldeath's anti-magic shell, and the hunters' deterrence ability. Annoyingly enough, the pattern started over again, exactly like before.
And for the third time, the world upended violently, and they knew what was happening again, just not where they'd end up.
"Temple of the Jade Serpent!" Schio laughed.
"Would you stop sounding so damn happy?"
"Shut the hell up, Helpful."
They split left and right to bring down the Sha there, then rejoined for the third group, and split again left and right to eliminate the last two groups. After that, it was just like Terrace, bursting down Garrosh as fast as they could cast or swing, and avoiding becoming pancakes on the floor.
It wasn't long before they were spat back out into the throne room, and when they emerged this time, the ranged damage dealers and healers scooted to the right of the room, while the melee joined Niarweaver and Greymoon up close with Garrosh. They all knew what to expect now, though the grin Garrosh had on his face worried them.
"Ignore de desecrate," Xallion said quickly. "Focus on him."
"Don't forget de mind controls." Said Nakti. "Dey come fast."
And they did. Since they knew what to expect, the mind controls were quickly broken, and they regrouped just outside the radius of the desecrate. And then the empowered whirling corruption happened, and the warriors of Illuminatus found themselves beset by little sha monsters.
"Kill dem, den focus on that bastard!" Xallion called.
The little Sha things dropped fast - even the ones that grew in size for some strange reason - and then they were back on Garrosh, fighting him with a tenacity that probably surprised Garrosh, if they even still cared what he thought.
Suddenly, Garrosh stopped, standing stone still for two seconds before rising into the air, darkness congealing around him like a freakish cocoon. "The true Horde will come to pass. I have seen it. IT HAS SHOWN ME. I HAVE SEEN MOUNTAINS OF SKULLS AND RIVERS OF BLOOD. AND I WILL... HAVE... MY... WORLD!"
"Shut up! Nobody gives a flying fuck!" Snapped Niarweaver. Laughter followed, humor in the face of death.
As soon as Garrosh landed again, Xallion activated his bloodlust ability. Doomguards appeared, stampedes were unleashed, armies of the dead went to gnaw on the corrupted orc's ankles. Illuminatus fought and fought hard, trying to bring down the madman that ruined so many lives, that would end theirs without even a care. It wasn't just for their own survival they fought, but for the soul of the Horde. For Azeroth. For everyone touched by Garrosh's madness and without the ability to fight back.
Mind controls went out again, transforming the afflicted into giant Sha. They were broken out quickly, just as Garrosh went into a wild spin for empowered whirling corruption.
"Xallion!" Schio yelled as the shaman suddenly dropped to the floor. He didn't get back up. She raced to his side, grabbing one shoulder and cursing colorfully as she grabbed a soul stone and slapped it on him. She spun and nearly took out Nakti and Julip with a chaos bolt, and wordlessly pointed at Garrosh. Gasping for air, Xallion picked himself up, using Schio's shoulder to steady himself, then get back in the fight, a healing rain falling over Niarweaver and Greymoon.
"Bring him down!" Xallion yelled hoarsely.
Just went all seemed lost, just when it seemed that they were about to lose, to die here, forgotten, Garrosh stumbled. He seemed shocked. Then his body violently jerked, and Y'saarj's corruption began to leave him, a violent process that left Garrosh with twisting scars that would never heal. He fell to the floor - and didn't get up.
"He's still alive," whispered Julip.
But before Niarweaver could behead Garrosh, a commotion began in each wing. To their surprise, the leaders of the Alliance, the leaders of the Horde, Taran Zhu and Lorewalker Cho appeared. Illuminatus stepped back from Garrosh, allowing Thrall to step toward him.
It was over.
They had won.
"I don't know about you guys," started Helpfuldeath, "but I'm really, really tired."
"I'd like a bath," said Julip.
"I'd like a drink." said Kyel.
"Who's in favor of going home?" Asked Nph. A number of hands raised.
One hearthstone trip later, the eleven members of Illuminatus sat around the Shrine of Two Moons, nursing steins of beer. Their minds were wandering, thinking about what they'd just went through, and what they would do now.
"It's not over."
They all looked at Schio, whose tone had a certain sense of finality.
"What do you mean?" Asked Julip.
"There's always another chapter to endings like this." She replied. She waved her hand. "Always."
Niarweaver laughed. "In that case, we'll just kill the next thing that comes at us."
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