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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3542 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty-Two
Exhausted Falcon's hand shook slightly as he healed the blisters from Star's palm. He glanced down at the bags gathered on ground. "How are we doing?" he asked.
Crystal looked up from tying one shut. "That's thirty," she said.
"Ten for us and twenty-four for Silverhelm, we're still shy …" The druid glanced up where there was now a start of a tunnel into the mountain at an angle above their heads. "That won't work much longer if that vein goes any deeper we'll have to backtrack and come at it from another angel."
Dylan glanced down from where he was taking his turn mining. "We've gathered more ore today than we have in a month," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I believe the demons will be content."
"We still have some time before the final bell," Falcon said. "Keep going."
"Akire?" Sly's whisper touched his mind, "everything okay? It has been awhile since we've been so late at the mines."
"Aye, almost done," Falcon replied. "Can you and Red start on dinner? Any rations we get can keep."
"Will do," Sly answered, "see you soon."
They were wrapping a cord around bag number thirty-three when an approaching light warned them they were about to have a visitor. To Falcon's great relief it was Sid, his reprieve was short lived by the look of worry on the old dwarf's face. "What are you still doing here? The warning bell already rung, we'll spend the night in mines if you don't hurry it up."
Falcon frowned. "We have heard no bells," he said, "time must have gotten away from us."
"Let's move it people," Dylan said. "We're only one bag shy, everyone grab a bag … we'll not take one for Ben back at Silverhelm."
Sid stepped forward and handed Dylan a bag. "We found a vein of fel iron," he said. "We had barely started on it, but it will be enough to cover your quota."
"Our debt grows," the knight said with a bow.
The group hurried through the tunnels, led by Sid. Rarvo trailed behind to make sure everyone kept up. As they walked out of the mouth of the cave a bell sounded, it rang six times. Overlord Viser was once again missing from his usual post. Quartermaster Ortug eyed the bags they piled down in front of him. "I should deduct for making me wait," he hissed. "However, in honor of Silverhelm making their quota for the first time in weeks …" He used his razor sharp claw to snap the ties around bags and dump the contents of a few on the table. His eyes flashed at the sight of the violet ore. "I'll let it pass." He tossed coin bags to Falcon and Dylan and handed each a voucher. "I expect to see much of the same tomorrow."
"We'll try, Master," Dylan replied.
Falcon voiced the same and the two clans wandered their separate ways back to their encampments. As they approached, the gate swung open, Sly stood there using his crutch to keep himself upright. Falcon tried to keep his emotions in check at the sight of the battered elf. Sly's days of sneaking around were done, however to Falcon's surprise he seemed pretty nimble with his crutch and made his way back to the table unaided. The druid's belly growled at the scent coming from the oven, they had worked through lunch.
"It will be done by the time you finish with your baths," Sly said.
Last thing on Falcon's mind was a bath but he nodded. "Girls hit the river, Sid and I will get our rations." The dwarf fell in step beside him as they left the camp. "How did it go at the Silverhelm claim?" Falcon asked.
"The bedrock they have to work in is awful but we found a spot that should fill their bags with a little work," Sly replied. "How about you, how did it go?"
"Well," Falcon said. "We are of one mind, it is done."
"Then this it," Sid said softly. "All right, I have your back."
"And I yours," Falcon replied. As they approached the Quartermaster's cave they noticed the other clans were waiting in line still. The counter were Ortug should have stood was empty. Frowning the druid glanced around, eventually the demon made his way slowly to the cave.
"Sorry for the delay," the demon hissed. "Silverhelm and Earthhunter Clans decided to take their sweet time leaving the mines today."
If the demon had hoped to cause resentment he was sorely disappointed. The other clans glanced back at them but there was no hostility in their eyes not even from the Elfkillers, only looks of understanding. With a grunt the Quartermaster quickly worked his way through the rations. The Elfkillers walked away with a couple of sickly looking chickens, the Stonecat and Greatwolf Clans each had giant slabs of meat of some sort. Ironsong received two flanks of what looked like raptor. Dylan frowned when the demon handed him a rope, at the other end was large ewe. "Enjoy looking at your food," Ortug laughed, knowing Silverhelm's tendencies to keep most farm animals instead of slaughtering them.
As Dylan walked by Falcon whispered, "Kill it."
Falcon and Sid stepped up for their turn. The demon rummaged around in the back of the cave for a long moment before returning with two bags, he tossed them down on the table. Falcon knew better than to open them there but as he and Sid each claimed one and headed back to camp, he had a sinking feeling they wouldn't be adding to their stores tonight.
Once they were out of earshot of the demon Sid said, "I'm guessing an ogre's head."
"We best check before we get back to camp," Falcon said. "Or Star won't eat for a week."
Falcon opened his first, inside were some large mushrooms … most bigger than his hand. A touch told him they weren't poisonous. "Well that isn't so bad," he said. "Yours?"
The bottom of the dwarf's bag had turned crimson, leaving a trail of blood as they walked. "Lad," Sid said, "I'm afraid to look."
Falcon switched bags and glanced inside. A pair of glassy eyes looked back at him. "Where did they find a murloc?" Falcon said with a sigh. Tying the bag close he tossed it across the road toward the Elfkiller's camp. "Maybe if I was hungry enough …"
They met up with the girls coming back to camp; Crystal looked as tired as Falcon felt. The two shared a moment before the druid handed her the bag of mushrooms and ducked into their hut. Sly's belongings had taken the place of their bedding, the dwarves trunks had been able to stay in the barracks. He found himself and Sly a change of clothes. Handing the bundle of clothing to the rogue, as he met up outside, he shifted into a grizzly. "I get to mount you?" Sly asked with a smirk.
"Only if you take a bath," Falcon replied, "now get on."
"So I have to get on to get off?" Sly replied, his eyes sparkling.
Crystal and Red helped the rogue onto the back of the big bear. The dwarves joined them as they walked down to the river. Once there Falcon switched back to an elf with Sly still on his back, the injured elf startled and wrapped his arm around Falcon's neck. The druid wrapped his arm behind him to hold Sly as he stood. "Forgot my crutch," Sly said apologetically as he continued to grip Falcon.
"No worries," Falcon said, picking the rogue up. "You don't weigh as much as you used to." Sly let out a laugh as he was sat down on a nearby rock. As he started to undress, Falcon did the same. Afterwards he unwrapped the bandages from Sly. "How does it feel?" Falcon asked.
The rogue shrugged. "I'll get used to it."
Frowning Falcon knelt and worked on the bandage hiding the upper half of Sly's right leg. The skin looked pretty much the same as his arm. Bright pink and jagged scarred. As his fingers brushed the inner thigh of the rogue, Sly's body reacted. "Oh jeez," Sly whispered, "sorry."
"It's okay," Falcon said, standing. The druid knew he would no longer deny the rogue anything he asked for; the debt he owed him was too high. However this time Sly made no request other than to be helped into the river, where the chilly water quickly calmed his excited flesh.
"Oh, lad, I'm so sorry …."
Falcon and Sly glanced over at the dwarf that had spoken. Rad and his men joined them in the river. "It is okay," Sly said with his familiar smirk. "I get waited on hand and foot now and days, I can't wait to get back to camp for my backrub."
Falcon kicked the rogue's good leg out from under him and the startled elf went under the water. The druid quickly pulled him back up as if nothing had happened. Sly laughed and the dwarf they spoke to shook his head, "Elves," he mumbled as he waded back to his clan.
"The water feels good," Sly said. "I hadn't bathed other than sponge baths since I got hurt … though those had their own perks."
With Falcon's help they washed Sly's hair and the rest of him, and then as he dried off on shore the druid quickly did the same for himself. Sid was helping Sly finish getting dressed as Falcon came out of the river. The right pants leg had been pinned at the knee, the half-sleeve shirt hung empty on his left side.
"I left the bandages off," Sid said. "The skin is as healed as it is going to get, probably best for it to air out now."
Quickly getting dressed himself Falcon shifted back into a grizzly. "Let's go home," he said.
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