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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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Beastlord Darmac
Written to Shake It Off by Taylor Swift
Leaving behind bodies in their wake, the warriors of Illuminatus found themselves in a short hallway that only had two offshoots - one straight ahead, whose doors were closed, and one to their right, which opened up into a wide room that smelled like a barn. It looked like a barn too, with the floor strewn with straw (and a little blood), and three animals chained to each wall. Between the animals walked an orc that was a little larger than most. He seemed to genuinely care about the animals he tended, treating the wolf, elekk, and rylak to affectionate pats and scratches as he wandered from beast to beast.
“Beastlord Darmac,” Cosmodru said, shifting from his kitty form to moonkin form and rolling his shoulders as if to loosen muscles. “This is gonna be one fun fight.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Brofessional asked, looking at the druid as if he was crazy.
“Nope. Starfall for the win.”
“So how do we kill this guy?” Sabaak asked Xallion, peering over the troll’s shoulders and trying to look at the dungeon journal.
Xallion snapped the book closed and put it away. “It’s gonna be kinda intense. So, tanks, ya guys’ll keep him over in dat back right corner. Little beasties gonna come out, but dey’ll die fast, so don’ worry ‘bout focusin’ dem. It’s de big beasties we gotta worry ‘bout. When Darmac gets low ‘nough, he gonna jump on one o’ ‘em. We gotta kill de beastie before we can touch Darmac ‘gain. Also, he gonna get d’ose beasties’ abilities when dey die.”
“And he’s gonna throw spears at us, so for the love of all that’s holy, don’t get hit by them.” Schio added. “When they come down, don’t worry about focusing them down. Use area of effect spells on them.”
“I can put my clones on them.” Roffls offered. The monk lifted a furry paw. “That should help.”
Schio nodded. “I’ll be trying to drop rain of fire on them, and Cos and Jakten have starfall.”
“That’s why I switched.” Cos said with a grin.
“Anything else we need to know?” Jaycie asked.
Xallion shook his head. “Just call out if ya get pinned so we can get ya out, and when ya need to use a big healin’ cooldown, call it out.”
“Got it.”
Greymoon looked over his shoulder at his friends. “Are we ready, then?”
Xallion nodded. “Yeah. We ready.”
Greymoon nodded and he edged into the room, keeping close to the right hand side of the room as he moved to intercept Darmac. He let out a bellow, catching the Beastlord’s attention. Darmac ran across the room to get to Greymoon, and as soon as his back was turned on the others, they started their attack.
They spread out throughout the room, keeping enough distance between themselves to keep from having an accident should something go wrong. Schio’s voice warned them when the spears were about to come down, allowing them to glance up to see if they were the current target of a spear. It took a little bit to get used to the falling spears, and they had to free a few people who had gotten unlucky, but they soon got into the rhythm of dodging the falling spears. Fireballs and stars fell from the sky on clusters of the spears, while Roffls’ clones attacked singular spears. None of the spears lasted longer than a handful of minutes, but they came frequently enough that it seemed like two more were taking the places of the one that was broken.
Darmac let out a bellow and leaped toward the wolf, climbing onto its back and guiding it into the fray. No longer could they reach Darmac, like Xallion had warned, so they instead focused on the wolf, working to bring down the beast while they dodged spears and the smaller animals that Darmac called to aid him.
It seemed the wolf was the easiest to deal with, at least for the ranged, who focused on bringing the animal down while they used their area of effect spells or barrages to whittle down the spears. It wasn’t long before the wolf fell and they were able to focus on Darmac again.
Greymoon and Xandyr began to shift Darmac, pulling him toward the right and then across the hall, where the elekk stood. Darmac shifted and leaped toward the elekk, perching on its back as the animal trumpeted and charged toward Greymoon and Xandyr, who led it back to the original corner they had started in. Again, the ranged and melee changed their target from Darmac to the elekk, working to bring it down just as they had brought down the wolf. The spears became background concerns, though everyone still shifted if they were being targeted by a spear.
The elekk reared up suddenly, then came down hard, sending shockwaves through the floor and making the fighters stumble as the unexpected concussions disrupted the surety of their footwork. Healing magic flowed through them as the elekk continued to stamp, working to keep the fighters alive so they could continue fighting the beast.
“Work done,” Kalahandra said, laughing. Other peals of laughter followed.
The elekk crumpled suddenly, throwing Darmac off its back. The elekk gave a plaintive cry before it was silenced, and Darmac became increasingly enraged as he fought against his enemies. There was only one beast left then - the rylak - which meant the fight was drawing closer and closer to an end. When Darmac leaped for the rylak, the warriors of Illuminatus shifted to get better access to the creature. Greymoon and Xandyr managed to lure the beast to the middle of the room, which the ranged and melee did whatever they could to bring the rylak down, all the while trying to avoid catching the rylak’s fire breath.
They rylak fell with a pained wail, the sound abruptly cut off by sword and spell. This left Darmac alone in the battle against a group of twenty-plus strong. As Darmac turned to face his enemies, their blows became heavier and stronger, taking pieces of his armor and flesh from his body. Darmac’s own blows became more wild, trying to match the heavier blows of the melee. His eyes were narrowed in anger and hate, but the anger that drove his attacks meant little to the fighters surrounding him. Their injuries were healed almost instantly by magic - Darmac only accumulated wounds, many of which bled profusely and some even displayed the white of bone.
Xandyr ducked low to avoid a swipe that came in for his head, then stabbed forward with his sword. The blade sparked against Darmac’s chest-plate, eliciting a metallic screech. Because of the noise, Darmac reeled back, only to get attacked from behind by Griddlecake as the rogue took advantage of Darmac’s moment of unbalance. Griddlecake dodged away before anything could happen to him, and when Darmac turned his attention back toward Xandyr, he received a shield to the face, crushing his nose.
The orc crumpled to his knees, then collapsed entirely. His eyes stared at the boots that surrounded him, his breath coming in ragged, short gasps. Darmac finally closed his eyes and stilled. Blood ran in rivulets from great rents in his armor and flesh, joining the blood of the beasts he had cared for. For a long moment, the group stared at the bodies, then looked at each other and gave relieved little smiles to each other, speaking in soft tones even as Xallion knelt by Darmac’s corpse to make sure the orc was dead.
The fighters of Illuminatus retreated from the room, taking a moment to look to the left, where the previously closed doors had been. Now there were small contingents of orcs barring their way into the next room. Instead of taking the obvious choice, the group headed right, back to the main entrance of the foundry, and to the elevator that would take them down into the unknown depths.
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