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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-Four
There were bodies everywhere, Falcon and Dylan carried an orc between them and tossed him on the growing pile of corpses out in the street. "Why?" the paladin sighed, "they were outnumbered why didn't they surrender?"
"They chose to go out as warriors instead of letting the demons choose their fate," Falcon said. "Any losses in Silverhelm?" he asked.
"Nay," Dylan said as he walked back into the Earthhunter camp and grabbed under the shoulders of another still orc. "A few broken bones, one punctured lung, nothing our healers can't handle. The Elfkillers didn't come dressed or armed for war, they were desperate. And how did yours fare?"
"I mended Crystal's arm, my wounds have healed, and the others kept themselves out of the heavy fighting." Falcon replied, as he took the feet of the orc Dylan was carrying.
"Don't touch her, mon!"
Falcon glanced over at where the shout had come from, the last handful survivors of the Elfkiller's camp; Demoncraft, two stout male orcs, a male and female troll with matching bright red hair, it had been the male troll who had shouted as Crystal approached. Falcon was surprised to see a very swollen belly showing under the small chain metal top the female troll was wearing. All five prisoners were bound in irons and under guard. Demoncraft barked something in his birth tongue and the troll fell quiet. Approaching again Crystal offered the female a flask; the troll turned her head away. Falcon could hear the sigh from his wife as she moved to the next prisoner. All did the same, as the fallen leader turned his ahead aside Falcon shouted, "Thought you said you didn't survive Durnholde to die here!
The orc eyed him for a long moment, then opened his mouth and allowed Crystal to pour the water in. Afterwards the other prisoners did the same. Falcon turned his attention back to cleaning out his camp. Greatwolf had already returned to their own encampment, carrying one member, Falcon hadn't the time to inquire if the small brown orc had been injured or killed. Across the way he watched as the two horde camps ransacked Elfkillers for anything salvageable.
"Dylan," Falcon said as they laid the still corpse on the growing pile. "What are we going to do with the prisoners? We do not have the means to keep them under watch forever. I don't have the heart to kill any more today even if they would do the same to me."
"We don't have to keep them prisoners forever," Dylan whispered his meaning clear, there was no plan to still be in this hell in a week regardless of the outcome. "We'll divide them among the clans, separated they may be less of a threat."
"We'll take Demoncraft, I owe him," Falcon growled his eyes flashing. "And the pregnant female, I'm worried she looks like she's due any day hopefully I can slow the child's want to be released." The paladin looked taken back and he almost voiced his words aloud but caught himself. Falcon nodded slightly and whispered, "No child deserves to be born in this hell." If fates allowed when they escaped the troll maiden would come with them.
"We'll take the other troll and one of the orcs," Dylan said, "hopefully Rad can take the last one …" He glanced toward the mines, "they've been in there all day … I pray they are okay."
Walking back into camp Falcon could still smell blood and death, the bodies had been removed but the marks of battle remained. Star and Red were busy scrubbing their table, trying to remove the crimson stains. Walking over to the prisoners he grabbed Demoncraft's shackles and jerked the orc to his feet. Without saying anything he brought his prisoner over to the pump and motioned at the pail and scrub brush there. Demoncraft was nursing a broken arm, but didn't complain as he grabbed the bucket and walked over to a large bloodstain in middle of camp. Kneeling under Falcon's watchful eyes he started scrubbing at it.
It was just starting to fade when a chorus of demonic screams filled the air. Everyone flinched and Falcon looked up, in horror he saw a storm of small demons circling above the camp. "Get inside now!" he shouted, grabbing the shackles of the orc and jerking him toward the barracks. Demoncraft let out a grunt as the chain pulled on his broken arm. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Crystal grab the shackles of the pregnant troll and race behind him. Dylan grabbed another prisoner and followed, barking orders to his own people to find protection. Soon the small barracks was crowded with humans, elves, orcs, trolls, Draenei and a couple of gnomes desperately trying not to get stepped on. Falcon spied Crystal, Red and Star but couldn't locate Sly.
"Kotka?" he whispered.
"I'm safe, Akire" Sly answered, "just watching. I can still call on the shadows to hide me. They are decorating the wall with the corpses, getting everyone under cover was a good call. They made a grab at one of Dylan's folks who was a little slow; my dagger startled it long enough for her to find cover in the girls' old sleeping quarters."
"Akire!" Crystal's whisper interrupted, "I need you!"
Glancing around the crowded room Falcon spied her over where their furs were. Carefully making his way through the crowd he found her kneeling beside the blue skinned troll, who was lying on the furs breathing heavily. "Oh no," Falcon whispered dropping down beside her.
The troll shouted something in her birth tongue, behind him a struggle broke out and Dylan cursed. Glancing over his shoulder Falcon saw the large male troll trying to make his way to them as Dylan and others restrained him.
"They are mates," Demoncraft said as he knelt down beside the woman and put a shackled hand on her sweat covered forehead.
"Let him through," Falcon said, "just keep an eye on them."
The troll hurried over to his wife, joining Demoncraft. "I need to touch her," Falcon said, glancing at Demoncraft, "I mean no harm to her or the child within; I just need to see if I can stop labor."
"Why?" Demoncraft asked, "Why draw out her suffering any longer than it must? She knows the fate of her child."
"And I say it's not carved in stone," Falcon growled. He rested a hand on the swollen belly and channeled his magic into her. He tried to calm the womb, hoping it could carry its precious cargo a bit longer. However, the baby within had other plans as the troll's water broke. Falcon sighed and looked into the troll's fiery eyes. "What is her name?" he asked.
Demoncraft said something and the troll shrugged her shoulders. "Aluari," the orc said, "her mate is named Jach."
"All right, Aluari, I don't want to lose your child to the demons. I need you to bare the pain as quietly as you can, beloved find something she can bite into. The rest of you give us as much room as you can."
"Kotka, how is it looking out there?" Falcon asked silently as Demoncraft and Jach translated his words.
"Still a beehive," Sly replied, "I would stay under cover."
"She a healer, mon," Jach said, "She can keep the hurt away. How you save our son, elf? Why would you … you killed many today."
"I only defended my friends and family," Falcon snapped back. "You looking to blame someone, blame the orc that ordered you to attack us. As for why, it's the right thing to do … as for how … let me worry about that."
Demoncraft looked down and Dylan reached over grabbing the manacle between the orc's wrists and led him away. Working quickly Falcon and Jach quickly undressed Aluari, females in the room quickly moved around and held up blankets shielding the naked troll best they could. Aluari pushed Falcon away and got up on her feet, then squatted; her mate moved, embracing her from behind. Jach's large hand rested on her belly rubbing it gently as she breathed through a contraction. Falcon reached between the troll's legs and found the baby's head already crowning.
"Don't waste any time do you, little one?" Falcon said with a small smile. "Go ahead and have her push with the next contraction," he instructed.
A moment later the troll shuddered as she pushed. "Breath," Falcon growled, "breath through it."
Jach took his free arm and placed it in front of his wife's face, Aluari bit down on his forearm and the male grunted. "It's a troll thing, mon" Jach said through clenched teeth as blood trickled down his arm, Aluari's tusks bit into his flesh.
The head slipped out and Falcon ordered her to stop pushing as he gently checked that the life cord wasn't around the baby's neck. After he was sure he nodded and within two more pushes the rest of the small slick body slid into Falcon's hands. "Make noise," Falcon ordered, "lots of noise."
Demoncraft started shouting curses which Dylan happily returned in the same loud voice. Soon the small building was filled with yelling.
"Akire?" Sly whispered.
"Trying to hide the cries of a babe," Falcon replied as the infant in his hands let out a healthy sounding scream. Aluari released her husband's arm and he took off a rope necklace she was wearing. He tied it around the life cord then Falcon took out his knife and cut it. He offered the child to his mother who cradled the babe to her, Aluari's arms still in shackles.
"She needs to keep him quiet," Falcon told Jach over the shouting. "The afterbirth will pass soon then we can clean up. We'll leave her and the babe inside for now."
Confusion was written over Jach's face as he translated the words to his wife, who then mirrored his bewilderment. "Why, mon?" Jach asked, "Why do you this?"
"A friend once told me, there are no enemies in this cavern, only people stuck in the same shitty situation as me." Falcon replied.
The pair of trolls shared a whispered conversation and Jach gently touched the pale slick head of his son. "Tanks, mon, no matter what be the outcome, tanks for this."
Falcon nodded and stood.
"Akire the demons have dispersed and the dwarves are coming out of the cavern." Sly reported.
"It's safe to go outside now," Falcon shouted trying to be heard over the yelling which continued within the small building. "The dwarves are returning as well. I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave them now. " He said to Jach.
The hulking troll nodded and after nuzzling his mate stood. Falcon grabbed the troll's arm and saw the bite mark he now sported had joined two others already scarred over. He healed the wound.
"Hey, mon, that be a mark of honor!" The troll said distressed.
"And the demons will know what it means," Falcon replied. "The baby cannot exist for now. We'll have to hide the birth of your child; you will have to react to our words accordingly. Once this is over you can have her bite you again."
"Once what is over, mon?" Jach asked.
Falcon shook his head and Dylan grabbed the troll's shackles leading him outside. Moving quickly Falcon secured Aluari the best he could while giving her the freedom to care for her infant. Crystal and Red stayed behind to help with the afterbirth and clean up, as well as guard the troll. Falcon stressed to them that the bound one was still a threat and they promised to treat her as such.
Demoncraft remained in the far corner under guard of a couple of Silverhelm clan members. Thanking them Falcon grabbed the orc's manacles and led him outside to wait for the dwarves return.
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