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Adventures of Illuminatus: Highmaul	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Brackenspore
Written to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
It was a testament to how desensitized they’d become to the Iron Horde when the fighters of Illuminatus did nothing more than leap directly into battle with the Iron Horde forces guarding the trail that led down into a spacious area filled with sand, water, and giant mushrooms. Seeing the Iron Horde was just another day at work, so to speak, for them, so they paid little mind to the orcs that did their best to bar their way. There was the usual joking amongst the companions, which only seemed to anger their enemies since the jokes were mostly about someone’s mother and who had the dirtiest story or joke that made some laugh and others whimper in embarrassment.
When they had reached the end of the trail, Mooses let out a soft whistle as the rest of the Iron Horde forces fled the area, leaving behind only a pair of flamethrowers and the giant fungal monster Brackenspore. The Tauren priest pointed at Brackenspore and said, “Are you serious?”
Xallion tilted his head to one side, eyeing his friend. “Ya scared?”
“No, I’m not scared. Why would I be scared?”
“Because he’s bigger than you.” Sabaak said, grinning as he passed between Mooses and Xallion, taking up a position in the loose gathering before the two healers.
“The hell, man! I don’t care if he’s bigger than me. He’s bigger than all of us!” Mooses moved after Sabaak, hooves kicking up sand.
Xallion shook his head and followed them into the arena, taking a moment to explain the healing priority while Greymoon and Xandyr talked in low tones with each other. While that was going on, Badlanguage slipped over to the flamethrowers and casually poked one. The orc huntress jumped back as if the flamethrower had bitten her, then approached it again. She picked it up this time and held it almost cradled in her arms.
“Thank ya for volunteerin’.” Xallion said, grinning widely at the huntress.
“Huh? What?”
“Ya get to take that flamethrower and go burn stuff.” Xallion said. “You gonna need to burn de moss, or we run outta room.”
“Why do I gotta do it?” asked Badlanguage, holding the flamethrower away from her now like it was poisonous.
“Because you touched it, dumbass.” Mooses called.
Badlanguage frowned like she didn’t quite understand. She studied the flamethrower, then nudged the trigger. A great gout of flame spat from the mouth of the thrower, and her eyes went wide in obvious delight. She grinned. “I can do this.”
Xallion turned to the rest of the group. “We need one more. Anyone else wanna take care o’ da flamethrower duty?”
It was kind of funny to realize that most of the group was avoiding Xallion’s gaze, the once-boisterous group now suddenly deathly silent. The troll shaman frowned at his friends, his hands on his hips like taking the stern, matronly approach would make someone volunteer faster.
“Ya don’t make a decision, I pick one o’ ya.” Xallion said, his voice low so there was no mistaking his intent. Everyone squirmed a little under his gaze.
“I’ll do it.” Brofessional said. The troll hunter picked up the second flamethrower, holding it low in his hands. He checked the weapon and looked at Xallion. “You don’t have to get all scary on us, you know.”
“Me, scary? Hah.” Xallion grinned and returned to the group.
There seemed to be an odd tenseness in the air, a strange energy humming around them all. Brackenspore was watching them, studying the creatures that dared to stand against it. There was no mistaking the fact that this fight was going to be a little more dangerous and a little more unpredictable than the two that they had faced before this. There seemed to be a little more riding on this fight than before, too, even though they all knew death was death, no matter who or what caused it.
“Are you ready?” Greymoon asked, looking over his furry shoulder at the small army behind him.
“As ready as we’re ever gonna be.” replied Kyel. “So let’s get on with it.”
Greymoon nodded and focused his attention on the monster before him. He flexed his claws, then let out a roar as he charged Brackenspore.
The monster seemed surprised that the bear was charging it, and turned to Greymoon immediately. Alongside Grey, Xandyr helped take the brunt of the blows, doing what he could to give Greymoon a breather when the bear needed one. Behind Brackenspore, the melee and ranged stood, trying to take chunks out of the fungal monster as fast as they could.
“So about this mushroom that just popped up,” Nph started, pausing in his healing to point at the brown mushroom that was undulating back and forth, giving off pulsing spores in a wide circle around it, “can someone take care of it?”
In answer to his question, a chaos bolt came howling in, and a rain of green fire began falling from the sky. That action was followed by a hunter’s barrage. It didn’t take long for the mushroom to shrivel, but in its place another one appeared. This one was taller, and green.
“Heal it!” Xallion called, directing his own energies toward the green mushroom. “Get close ta it!”
Little by little, the group shifted enough so that they were close to the green mushroom. Grey and Xandyr pulled Brackenspore back, too, taunting the monster into following them over to the group.
“Spore shooters!” Schio yelled. “Switch!”
It took a moment for the group to obey her call, reluctant to break off Brackenspore for even a second. The moment the shooters withered away, they returned their attention to Brackenspore again, along with the fungal giant that had appeared, aiding Brackenspore in beating on Greymoon and Xandyr. Brackenspore reared back, raising its tendril-like arms to the sky. A pulse rippled through the group, making them stagger backwards in surprise. The first was quickly followed by a second, and a third, and the air filled with tiny green spores. Xallion grit his teeth and threw down a healing rain, adding his power to the rest of the healers as they fought through the onslaught. It was over in a matter of minutes, but to their dismay, the green mushroom slowly withered and died.
In its place, a blue mushroom grew, glowing with a teal light.
“Move to de blue ‘shroom!” Xallion called, edging his way over to the mushroom as everyone else began to shift. “Keep dat mushroom up!”
The moment everyone was in the light of the blue mushroom, Xallion activated bloodlust, filling them with all with extra power. Along with the blue mushroom’s power, their spells and swings came faster and faster to the point swords and claws were blurs to the eye. Pieces of Brackenspore flew into the air, but the fungal giant still wouldn’t fall.
Badlanguage leaped away from the group, landing in the middle of a patch of green moss. Her finger squeezed the trigger of her flamethrower as she spun in a circle. The heat of the fire made beads of sweat appear on her forehead, and the moss she stood on even as it burned still sapped her energy. She leaped clear as soon as she released the trigger, hurrying toward the next patch of moss as the rest of the team regrouped once the blue mushroom had withered away. She spun, swinging the flamethrower behind her as she brought up her bow to unleash a salvo of arrows toward Brackenspore. When her last arrow flew from her bow, the flamethrower was coming back around, and she caught it gently in both hands. The hunter sprinted toward the next patch of moss and repeated her task.
The battle was slowly turning in favor of the fighters, but it was clear that if they didn’t finish the fight soon, then the flamethrowers wouldn’t be able to keep up with the growth of moss. Brackenspore took a step forward, and stepped on a patch of moss that had been missed somehow. Xandyr cursed and backed up, forcing Brackenspore off the patch and after him. The piece of the monster that he’d shorn off seconds before was already regrowing, and the protection paladin grinding his teeth as all his efforts seemed to be for nothing.
Brackenspore took another step, then another. Its knee suddenly crumpled and the shockwave from its hard landing lifted everyone up from the ground for a split second. They landed hard on their feet, seized on the monster’s weakness, and began another assault that took everything they had. Every ounce of energy, every drop of mana, everything they had went into a final burst. Brackenspore wobbled again as it tried to stand, but it couldn’t quite get up and balanced. It stumbled forward and hit the ground with thunderous force, and the fighters paused, swords held in tight grips, spells glowing at the tips of fingers, and they waited.
And waited.
Brackenspore didn’t move.
Mooses let out a long breath. “Finally. The hell. When they know they’re dying, why won’t they just give up?”
“Because there wouldn’t be any fun if they just gave up and died?” Nph replied, rubbing the back of his hand against his forehead.
“Fuck that! They’re wasting our time.”
“Let’s just move on.” Xallion said, pushing Mooses’ shoulder to make the Tauren priest start walking.
Jaycie held up a hand. “I have a question.”
“What is it?” Digitz asked, eyeing the blood elf priestess with an expression of confusion.
“If we had flamethrowers and warlocks who throw fire and hunters with fire traps, why didn’t Brackenspore catch on fire and burn away? You know, if he’s made of plants, and stuff like that?” Jaycie smiled as everyone stared at her, and looks of thoughtfulness appeared in their eyes.
Schio threw an arm around Jaycie’s shoulders and smiled. “Because the laws of physics and nature don’t always apply to us.”
“And reasons.” Helpfuldeath added.
“Oh.” Jaycie said, sounding disappointed.
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