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Adventures of Illuminatus: Blackrock Foundry	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oregorger
Written to You Spin Me Right ‘Round Baby (Like a Record) by Dead or Alive
The left side of the catwalk led into a tunnel that was filled with goren. Big goren, little goren, each kind had its own tactic that made the fight a little crazier than what was expected. The little goren spat globs of acid under the feet of the fighters, making the melee dance around the acid puddles or face getting their boots and feet burned off. The larger goren caused bits of laughter here and there as the goren focused on random people, forcing them to run away from the goren as the others focused on bringing them down. When the last goren fell, one wall on the west side of the room exploded. When the dust settled, a massive goren stood in the room, slavering as it chewed on the last bits of rock and ore.
“What the fuck is that?” Jaycie asked in a small voice, holding onto Digitz’s shoulders like the rogue was a living shield between her and the monster standing before them.
“That,” Xallion started, “is Oregorger. And we gonna kill him.”
“Are you fucking crazy?!”
Xallion raised his hand and put his thumb and forefinger about an inch or so apart. Jaycie narrowed her eyes and frowned at him. Xallion just smirked and turned to the rest of the group. “Okay, so, ranged gonna stack on me. Melee, you with Thanatoss. Dis fight gonna be really interestin’.”
As they arranged themselves and prepared for the fight, Xallion continued to explain, “He gonna be tanked right dere, in dat center hall. Ranged, we gonna be here,” he stopped against the wall directly across from where Oregorger was, “and melee gonna be behind ‘im. Ranged is gonna be targeted by ‘is spit, so we gotta move, ‘cause it’ll make a damage zone beneath us. Melee, ya got it a bit easier. Thana knows what ta do, so ya listen ta ‘im. Also, ya need ta interrupt somethin’ called ‘blackrock barrage’. Our winnin’ de fight depends on ya interruptin’ dat.”
“Don’t worry.” Cosmodru said. “We’ll take care of it.”
Xallion nodded. “When he run outta energy, he gonna start rollin’ ‘round de room. Boxes gonna be in de hall. We gotta break de boxes.”
“Why?” asked Webehuntin. “Wouldn’t it be better ta keep attackin’ him?”
“Ya can, but de longer he stays rollin’ de more damage we take when he hits de walls.” Xallion explained. “We gotta break de boxes, which have ore in dem. He gonna roll ‘round an’ eat de ore. He fill back up, an’ everyt’in starts over again.”
“So basically pew pew until he rolls, break the boxes, pew pew while we’re at it, and pew pew some more?” Badlanguage asked, grinning.
“If that simple version is what you understand, then that’s exactly it.” Riotstrasza said. Badlanguage scowled at the priestess, but Xallion raised his hand to stop the argument about to begin.
The troll shaman moved to get into place. “C’mon. Let’s get inta position.”
The ranged joined Xallion where he stood, while the melee followed Thanatoss to their required position. Greymoon and Xandyr positioned themselves and when Xallion signaled that everyone was ready to begin, Greymoon let out a bellowing roar to get Oregorger’s attention. When the giant goren focused on the bear, the rest of the group unleashed the first salvo of their attacks. The blood lust that filled them with extra power, making their attacks come faster and hit harder.
“Move!” called Xallion, shifting to the right. The rest of the ranged followed him, narrowly escaping being hit by a glob of molten rock. Behind them, a puddle of brown liquid formed, undulating in little ripples.
The melee shifted at Thanatoss’ call, shifting back when he called the all clear. Oregorger flinched each time someone in the melee group used an interrupting ability on him, keeping him from spitting out blackrock at the group. The ranged shifted again to the right, and once more before moving forward. They moved left twice before Oregorger seemed to shake himself, opening his maw wide.
“He’s gonna roll!” Schio yelled. The melee hurried to run out of the way of Oregorger as he turned down one of the hallways closest to him.
It seemed like all hell broke loose then, with small groups of fighters running to this or that box and working to break the boxes open before Oregorger rolled their way. The healers worked to keep everyone alive as the concussion wave of Oregorger’s impact into the walls nearly threw everyone to the ground. Some were unlucky and barely escaped being flattened as Oregorger rolled over them, but they learned quickly that Oregorger focused on the blackrock ore that had been in the boxes, so as soon as they destroyed a box, they hurried away from it.
Eventually, Oregorger stopped rolling, standing for a few seconds with a delighted look on his face. His tongue swept across his lips and his eyes closed halfway, as if he were satisfied. No one hesitated; they began to attack again as they could, with Greymoon and Xandyr once more gaining the giant goren’s attention and trying to lead him back to his original position.
The second round was much like the first, their actions repeating as they fought to bring the giant goren down. Between the sounds of Xallion’s and Thanatoss’ voices, each group shifted where they needed to go and focused on firing spell and arrow and swinging sword and dagger as hard as they could. Chips of goren shell flew into the air, which became tangy with the scent of blood. Oregorger didn’t seem to notice his wounds, continuing to try and crush whoever had his attention at the time.
When the ranged took the last step to the left, they knew a second round of rolling was about to come. This time, everyone was faster in getting out of the way, racing to new crates and breaking them open. If Oregorger came within range of them, they managed to get in a few hits here and there, and the pets and summoned demons obeyed their masters’ commands to attack the giant goren as he rolled by them.
“We can’t let him roll a third time!” Cosmodru called as he bounded past Xallion. “If he does, we’re dead!”
Xallion nodded and called for the ranged to stack up again as Greymoon and Xandyr dragged Oregorger back to his original position. As if sensing that the fight was nearing the end, everyone gave it everything they had. A little too much, it seemed, as two of their number suddenly collapsed.
“Get ‘em up!” Xallion yelled.
Both Schio and Kalahandra turned to their fallen friends and cast their resurrection spells. Sabaak cursed as he inhaled, struggling to his feet beside Digitz. He took hold of his sword and hacked at Oregorger’s body. A second blood lust filled his body, bringing more power to his swings.
Oregorger reared back to spit blackrock once more, his lower jaw bulging out with the regurgitated blackrock. A chaos bolt hit him on the side of the head, followed by demon bolts and a flurry of arrows. It snapped his head to the side violently. Whatever he’d been about to spit seemed stuck in his mouth, because Oregorger suddenly started scrabbling at his throat. His legs collapsed, no longer able to support him, and as soon as he was low enough, swords and claws dug into vulnerable skin, tearing it to ribbons.
Oregorger fell face-first to the floor, twitching violently in a puddle of blood and regurgitated ore, but he wasn’t going to get back up. His twitches finally became less and less, and his body at last became slack as his air finally ran out. As added insurance, the blade-wielding melee took a few more pieces out of the monster, making sure that there was no way Oregorger would ever breath again.
“I hate that fight.” Jaycie said, lifting her leg to squeeze out liquid blackrock from the fabric.
“Look at the bright side,” Digitz said, moving to help her try and clean her clothes, “we won’t have to do it again.”
Jaycie looked at the blood elf rogue and frowned. “You always say that, and then we end up doing it again.”
“Or something similar.”
The group headed out of the room and back to the catwalk. They could see a path leading downward, which no doubt led to the blast furnace below where they stood. Instead, Xallion began walking back up the hallway with the stalagmites. The others followed him back up to the main room, and then turned right.
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