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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty-Three
"We'll have them ready for you in a couple of days," Shar told Captain Dylan, gesturing to the small pile of arms the other had brought into the camp.
"Just need them sharp enough to slice through Elfkillers," Dylan replied, loud enough to easily be overheard. "If those beasts are so ready to go after the throats of their comrades I want to be prepared for the worse."
"Well, Falcon did give them a peace offering," Shar said with a smirk. "Here take a few of our sharpened blades to help out until we get these polished up for you."
Falcon watched the exchange from the table where he was helping Sly with the leather he was working on. He prayed the discussion was as convincing to their captors as it sounded to him. It seemed risky to trade weapons in the open but at the same time made good sense, better than sneaking around.
Shar walked Dylan and his escort down to the clan's gate. Afterwards he locked the door, securing it for the night. He returned to the forge where Sid and Mudon were already sorting through the weapons left behind.
"I'm tired," Sly said with a heavy sigh.
Gathering up the leather, Falcon folded it into a neat stack. "Then sleep," he said offering the rogue a hand to stand.
"Aye," Sly said pulling himself up, balancing one-legged he grabbed the nearby crutch. Falcon made sure he was steady before releasing his hold. "Don't look at me like that, Akire," Sly whispered to his heart. "I already feel useless without seeing the pity reflected in your eyes."
Kicking himself, Falcon rubbed a hand across his face. "Never useless, old friend, your counsel is more valuable to me than your ability to swing a pick or toss a blade."
"Just my counsel?" Sly replied with a smirk.
Falcon moved pinning the unstable rogue against the table and himself. Gripping the long ivory locks in one hand he jerked Sly's head roughly back and harshly kissed the grin from his lips. There was the briefest moment of hesitance from Sly then his body relaxed into the embrace.
"I eat at that table!" Rarvo shouted, "don't you dare get naked!'
"I cannot take his place, Akire," Sly whispered.
"I know," Falcon replied. "Just don't leave me, Kotka."
"I meant to take my life when the dragon had me," Sly replied. "Adran saved me; I won't throw that gift away. I'm not going anywhere, my friend."
Falcon rested his forehead against the rogue's for a moment before moving back and righting him once again. With a familiar smirk Sly hobbled off toward the barracks, he was quickly flanked by Star and Red. Crystal came up behind Falcon wrapping her arms around his waist.
Reaching out he easily found the life within her, a tiny being just starting to form. "She's going to be as beautiful as her mother," he said.
"She?" Crystal replied.
Nodding he turned and faced her. They stood there in their embrace lost for the moment in being expected parents. A demonic screech far above broke them out of their serenity and Crystal trembled. "She'll live free in the forest," he whispered, "I promise, beloved."
"You two head off to bed," Sid said approaching. "Shar and I will finish up with our smithy work for the evening and take first watch. Gola and Mudon will take the middle shift and Star and Rarvo will finish us out."
"We can still do our fair share," Falcon said.
"Aye, lad, I know that," Sid replied, "just say thank you for the night off and take the lass to bed."
"Thank you, Sid," Crystal said wrapping her fingers around Falcon's and moving him toward the barracks.
"Thank you," Falcon said over his shoulder with a small grin.
The dwarf nodded and put his pipe between his lips as he headed back to the forge.
Slipping inside the building their eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness within. Sly was lying on the furs nestled between Red and Star; Gola had claimed the cot closest to the elves and was just pulling the blanket up around her. Behind them the door opened and a dim lantern light showed Mudon and Rarvo coming to bed. Crystal and Falcon made their way to the furs quickly stripping off their clothes and settling in on the far side of Red. The two dwarves were a bit more modest as they left simple legging on before finding their beds. After whispered goodnights, the lantern was blown out and the room became dark once more. Regardless of all that had happened and all that was to occur Falcon found sleep quickly and for the first time in days it was peaceful. A few hours later he was awoken when Sid and Shar finished their watch. Since they lacked the eyes of the elves they had to light a lantern and in the soft glow he watched as they awoke Gola and Mudon. After hearing the whispered comments that all was clear, Falcon closed his eyes and drifted back asleep. The ritual was repeated when their shift was over. Once more Falcon waited to hear the report before letting sleep claim him for the final hours of the night.
Waking found him nestled between Crystal and Red, the younger woman's emerald hair draped over his chest as she rested her head there. His wife was curled up to his side, sleeping in the crook of his arm. To Red's back was Sly, snoring softly, his right hand had his finger's entwined around hers. As the dwarves started to wake and sit up, he brushed the backs of the women and they slowly left their dreams behind. Their movements instantly awoke Sly who stretched and remained where he was as the others dressed.
After the women finished they converged on Sly and soon had the rogue dressed for the day. Falcon walked out to find Star setting a large cast iron skillet on the table; it was a mixture of eggs, peppers, potatoes, and onions. "Looks great," he said as he poured himself a cup of the bitter coffee, which he sweetened with cream.
The others quickly took their customary places around the table. Falcon had the briefest moment of loss when there was no elf to his right. Crystal sensed it and squeezed his hand. "Alright," Falcon said taking a breath. "Today we'll continue working on the Eternium vein …"
At that moment a large demon landed on their table knocking over their breakfast. The clan quickly recovered from their shock and scrambled back out of the way. Falcon effortlessly grabbed Sly and swung him behind him, where Red quickly helped brace the rogue so he could stand.
"Master?" Falcon asked, trying to keep the fear from his voice. "Have we displeased you?"
"Just the stout ones in the mines today," the demon hissed gesturing toward the dwarves. "The rest of you would be wise to keep to your pen."
"Master, that is unfair to make five do the work of ten," Falcon complained before Sid could stop him.
"They will not being filling quota bags," the demon replied. "You five head to the mines, now and bring your tools."
Any more argument was cut short by Sid grabbing Falcon's arm harshly as the demon took flight. "Lad, drop it," the dwarf growled.
"What the hell is going on?" Star cried, clearly shaken.
"I don't like this," Sly agreed.
"Stop it," Sid said, "what's done is done, they call, we go, like the good lap dogs we are, come on lads and lass."
Falcon caught the old dwarf's arm. "I can't watch your back when you're not here … be careful."
The stout man nodded as he, Shar, Mudon, Rarvo and Gola grabbed their picks and lanterns. Crystal handed them hastily packed lunches and then the elves watched from the gate as they headed down toward the mines. "Rad's clan is coming too," Crystal said, pointing as the dwarven clan, Ironsong, came into view.
As the dwarves walked by Rad caught Falcon's gaze, "they took us all, lad," he said.
"We'll guard your camp until you get back," Falcon replied and the dwarf looked relieved. "Come back safe."
"Always try, lad," the dwarf replied with a shrug. "We always try."
"They told us to stay in," Star pointed out as Falcon closed the gate.
"I can't leave their camp unguarded," Falcon replied as he called on the spirit of the hawk. "Keep our home secure, I'll go watch over Ironsong."
"Alone?" Crystal replied.
"Don't worry, beloved," Falcon said as he took flight and sailed over the wall toward the dwarven camp.
As he passed over Silverhelm, Dylan waved an arm at him. The druid circled to show that he had seen it but didn't want to waste any more time and continued onto Ironsong. Once there he shifted back to his elfin form and did a quick glance around camp. The front gate was ajar so he latched that first with the heavy iron bar the dwarves had. Their eating area was two long tables and breakfast was still cooling on them, they hadn't the time to clear it.
Calling upon the panther spirit Falcon made a quick trip around the grounds to see if his feline nose could pick up any scents which shouldn't be there. Once he was confident he was alone he returned to the breakfast tables and started to salvage what he could. As he slid some hard biscuits into a basket there was a shout at the front gate.
"Hail, Falcon of the Earthhunters!" A woman's voice shouted.
Cautiously opening the door he found a night elf woman there alongside a male human, at her back was a large purple warp stalker, the lizard's tale wrapped around the woman's leg. "My name is Shawna, this is Myrick, and the lizard here I call Sweet Pea, Captain Dylan sends his regards along with Myrick's magic and my bow."
Nodding Falcon ushered them inside. "Assume a demon interrupted your breakfast as well?" He asked as he went back to clearing off the table.
"Aye," Shawna answered. "Any little grief they can give us, they do so gladly."
"They take anyone to the mines?" Falcon asked.
"Just Crow," Shawna answered as she started to gather the dirty dishes from the table.
"Why did they take just the dwarves?" Myrick asked as he cast a simple spell to fill a basin with water.
"To do what dwarves do best," Falcon sighed, "move the earth."

The morning passed slowly for Falcon; luckily he didn't have to make small talk as Myrick and Shawna were also the silent types and mostly kept to themselves. At one point the mage started going through a pile of weapons near the dwarven forges.
"I don't think Ironsong will appreciate you doing that," Falcon said as he approached.
"Junk," Myrick mumbled as he picked up a long wicked sword and ran his finger down the blade. "Dull … rusted …"
There was the slightest glow from the other's fingertips and Falcon realized the mage was enchanting the weapons as he tossed them to the side. Playing along the druid sighed heavily and started picking up the weapons placing them back within the weapon racks lining the forge.
"Ah this is more like it," Myrick said and Falcon glanced over to see him holding a thick wooden staff. The lean man twirled the weapon expertly and met Falcon's gaze. "Care to duel?"
Taken back a minute Falcon frowned and studied the mage. He was a good two feet shorter than the druid. "The last time I dueled in the cavern I was almost beaten to death by our keepers and my heart was killed, forgive me but I shall pass."
Myrick blushed and looked down, "we duel all the time at Silverhelm without the demons caring, my apologies."
Falcon's reply was interrupted by a cry from the far side of camp. "That was Shawna!" Myrick exclaimed as he turned heel and rushed toward the shout. Falcon shifted into a panther and went to follow when a thought dawned, if the camp was under attack it was for the food stores which were in the opposite direction Myrick and Shawna were. He hoped the two of them would be enough to handle whatever threat the hunter was facing as he slipped into the shadows and slunk toward the dwarves' food locker.
As the stores came into view he smiled through his muzzle, there was a troll kneeling in front of the door working on the heavy dwarven lock. Watching over his shoulder was Demoncraft, with a wicked looking wooden club resting on his shoulder. Falcon's body shivered with anticipation, the feline muscles rippled as he got ready to pounce. The earlier act of mercy forgotten all he wanted now was revenge and it was within his grasp. Though if it was vengeance for his treatment at the orc's hand or the demons' he did not know or care as he attacked.
Finely honed claws raked Demoncraft's back, leaving eight bloody streaks down the pale green skin. As his haunches knocked the troll back and away from the lock he was trying to pick. Ducking under the blind lunge from the orc Falcon placed his back to the door of the stores, preventing the troll or anyone else who may be in the shadows from getting behind him.
Demoncraft studied him for a moment. "You're out numbered elf, if you leave now we'll let you live as payment for your kindness you showed my clan earlier."
The troll he had knocked aside earlier had regained his footing and moved to stand beside his leader, a pair of blades held in his hands; a female troll appeared along with another orc. Eyeing the numbers Falcon quickly called on the bear spirit to embrace and protect him from their attacks.
"Leave now," he growled through his muzzle, "and I'll let you live."
Falcon swore he saw a flash of sadness in the orc leader's eyes before it was replaced with the cold look of a warrior. "I won't let my clan starve," he said and the four rushed together as one. Swiping his front right claw he knocked the two trolls back, at the same time Demoncraft brought his weapon down on his fur-covered shoulder and Falcon grunted.
"Tell me druid," Demoncraft said as he stepped back, "while you're here, who's watching the home fires?"
"Akire!" Sly and Crystal's mental cries reached him at the same moment.
"Fucks for my men and food for their bellies," Demoncraft said with a cold smile, "how could we resist such a tempting offer? Choose … food of your allies or your clan?"
"How many, Kotka?" Falcon asked, forcing himself to remain. "Have they broken through the gate?"
"I swear it's their whole fucking Clan," Sly replied. "All we're missing is the top dog. No the gate still holds for now, we've picked off a few that have tried to come over the wall. The camp is too big to watch everywhere … they are going to break through, can you bring help?"
"It would mean the loss of Ironsong's store, Demoncraft is here" Falcon replied. "Rad may withdrawal his aid in our escape plan if …"
"And you may lose your wife if you don't get your ass over here," Sly replied. "Akire, we need you … we'll pay Ironsong back with our own stores."
"But I'm not alone," Falcon sighed, thinking of the human and Night Elf that were off fighting their own battle, if he left now there was a good chance they would fall. He let out a roar of frustration that echoed through out the cavern.
"And here I thought your Clan was all that mattered to you," Demoncraft said as he attacked once more. "You're about to lose everything over loyalty and honor."
There was a brilliant flash of light and the orc stumbled, from behind him Dylan and a small band of armored Silverhelm members appeared. "We have this," the Captain said, "Go help your Clan, my men will aid you as well. We stand together or fall together now."
Voicing his thanks Falcon called upon the spirit of the hawk and took to the sky, as he flew over the wall of Ironsong he noticed Myrick and Shawna had taken care of the small diversion force and were running toward where Dylan and Demoncraft now faced off. With that worry taken care of he could focus on those that needed him.
He arrived just as the front gate to the camp was forced open. Dropping down beside his armored wife he transformed back into a grizzly and charged into the swarm of Elfkillers that were trying to enter. Metal and magic bit into his fur as he mauled the attackers, the sheer numbers and desperation of his foes was overwhelming. Crystal cried out as a blade got through her defenses and crashed down on her arm. Growling Falcon grabbed her attacker around the leg with his teeth and threw him back, blood covered his muzzle.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sly sitting on top of the barracks throwing daggers as fast as he could with his one hand while Red knelt beside him emptying her quiver into the attacking mob. They were protected by Star in full battle gear; her shield deflecting the projectiles aimed their way. Falcon approved of their tactics; they would be safe there for now.
"Shit," Sly whispered, "Greatwolf is coming, they really do mean to finish us off."
Falcon's heart sunk at the news, no … not now, not when they finally had a plan. His child was supposed to grow up embraced in the moonlight and forest not die in this hell. With renewed vigor he attacked the nearest troll, biting through the neck, killing them.
"More men are coming from Silverhelm," Sly reported from his bird's eye view. "I don't think they will be enough … not with Greatwolf too. They may be coming to their deaths."
Suddenly four Elfkillers jumped on the druid from all sides forcing him to the ground, sharp knives dug through his thick hide, looking to strike vital organs. Falcon roared and shook trying to knock them away. They clung fast and continued attacking, he was hurting. Two trolls were unexpectedly jerked free of him and Falcon watched as Atot the leader of Greatwolf slammed their heads together and threw them off to the side.
"They are fighting on our side," Sly cried.
Reaching behind him Falcon grabbed the arm of one of his attackers and jerked him free, slashing his throat as he threw him down. The final one let go on his own accord and dodged a Tauren's attack. The druid felt healing magic enter him from the large hand resting on his back.
"My debt is repaid," Atot said.
"Never was one," Falcon replied as he shifted into his elfin form. "But we are thankful for your help." Louder he shouted, "If they surrender take them prisoner, if they fight … kill them. This ends today!"
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