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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-Five
Falcon did a quick headcount and was relieved to see all five of his clan members returned. Someone must have caught the dwarves coming out of the cavern because Rad was walking through the front gate alongside a large collection of Ironsong members. Concentrating he focused on the bone his magic was mending, Demoncraft grunted.
"Lad," Mudon said approaching, "I wouldn't be wasting my magic on that piece of shit."
Falcon stood and looked down at the dwarf for a long moment. His armor was still covered with dried blood both from the lives he took and the one he so recently brought into the world. "His spirit is broken," Falcon finally said, "haven't the heart to leave his bones broken as well."
The dwarf spat, his spittle landed on Demoncraft's cheek. The orc made no move to wipe it off as he rested his head on his knees. The other surviving males of Elfkillers were staked around the camp with guards watching their every move. But like their fallen leader they were very quiet. Falcon walked over to where most of the alliance had gathered near their fire, he squeezed Sid's shoulder fondly and the old dwarf patted his hand.
"Looks like we missed the excitement, lad," he said. "At least that bother is taken care of," the dwarf sounded as tired as Falcon felt.
"I'm sorry we weren't here to help, lad" Rad said, "Dylan said you kept our stores safe, thank ye." The stout man gestured to the prisoners. "What about them? If you would like me and a few of the lads can take them out back, it would be over quicker than they deserve."
Falcon's body trembled and he felt his knees give out; there was shouting as he was quickly caught before he hit the cold ground. "Oh, lad, you've over done it," Sid softly said as his magic started seeping into the druid's exhausted body.
"Falcon and I talked it over," Dylan said, stepping forward and adding his strength and magic. "We'll both take two prisoners, hoping you have the means to guard the final one safely. There is a lot of blood on our hands this day, Rad. They asked for it, true, but don't make us add any more. Their spirits are broken; we denied them a death in battle. You want to punish them, then keep them alive with the memory they failed and those corpses up on the wall will remind them everyday."
"All right," Rad said, "we can do our part. We should probably go our separate ways before our gathering draws too much attention."
"Wait," Falcon said, grabbing Rad's hand. "What about you … what did the demons make you do?"
"They took us deep into the mines, to where the cave-in happened yesterday. They wanted us to dig it out … we spent most of the day trying but it was just too unstable. After our third mini cave-in they let us come back. Tomorrow we should all be back in the mines." There was the briefest exchange between Sid and Rad; Falcon realized there was more to the story that would only be told behind closed doors.
Nodding Falcon let go of the dwarf, still kneeling he relaxed into Sid's hold, closing his eyes. "Not here, lad," the dwarf said, "you can rest in yer furs."
Strong arms lifted him and he leaned heavily against, Dylan and Myrick who joined his leader, slipping under Falcon's other arm. "Glad you're okay," Falcon said, "how's Shawna?"
"Sweet Pea took the brunt of the attack, lizard got knocked around pretty well but the attackers weren't armed for battle, she'll recover," the mage replied, "we were able to overpower them pretty quickly. Sorry for leaving you all alone, I should have guessed the force attacking Shawna was merely a distraction."
"No, mon, please, don'tcha be takin' me from my wife!" Looking over Falcon saw a couple of Silverhelm members were trying to lead the bound troll, Jach, away. The captive caught the druid's eyes on him. "Please, mon," he pleaded, "you lost your slut, let me take his place, mon … you can poke my ass all you want, don't be taking me from my Aluari."
The druid stared at the troll as his exhausted mind took in the pleading. "Let's go," Dylan said gesturing Falcon to walk forward. "You're worn out, get some rest and we'll talk when you have a clear mind."
Closing his eyes Falcon tapped into his already depleted magic, as it wound through him he glanced around his camp; his eyes fell on the small building the girls had slept in until recently. "Mudon … Sid!" he called out, his voice strong startling the two supporting him.
"Aye, lad," Sid said from behind him. "We're here, what is it?"
Nodding toward the now vacant building he said, "Make that into a suitable holding area for our five prisoners … we'll keep them all here. Dylan and Rad, I'll need your aid in guarding them."
"Are you sure?" Dylan asked, as he opened the door to the barracks. "Is it wise to keep them together?"
"Five?" Sid asked looking around, "where be the fifth, lad?" His question was answered once they stepped inside and found Aluari nursing her son. Swearing he quickly shut the door almost taking off Myrick's arm. "Oh no, lad …"
The troll looked up alarmed, holding her child close to her she stared up at Falcon. Crystal left her side and hurried over to take her husband from the men. She carefully lowered him down onto clean furs. There was a pile of blankets in the corner, stained with the blood of birth.
"They'll think I'm using her for my pleasure," Falcon said as his last ditch effort faded and blackness approached his senses. "Sorry," he whispered, "guess I'm not as recovered as I thought …"
The loud gong that awoke him felt like only moments after he closed his eyes, but as a bright light flared to life he realized the small barracks was crowded with elves and dwarves alike. There was a flurry of activity, as everyone got dressed to answer the summons. A quick check showed him to be recovered from his earlier bout of weakness, though hungry. Still dressed in his blood splattered leathers he didn't have to worry about finding clothes and quickly helped Sly. Glancing around he counted heads and realized everyone was there.
"Who's guarding our camp?" he demanded.
"Judging by the time, Silverhelm men are still up," Sid replied, "we are on third watch. We're taking turns in groups of five. Though with the Elfkillers disbanded, I don't believe there will be any attacks from outside camp. The snake den we have within is another story."
Pulling Sly to his feet, Falcon handed him his crutch. Once sure the other man was steady, the druid hurried outside. Dylan was there working on the lock of the building that held the prisoners. Rushing over Falcon joined him. "You look better," Dylan said as he unlocked the door.
"You look exhausted," Falcon replied, "I'm sorry for adding this to your duties, thank you."
The paladin nodded, "we owe you a lot, glad we can finally pay you back." Taking his sword out, Dylan opened the door. The weapon was unneeded, in the lantern light Falcon found all five prisoners securely chained around the room. The men all had their arms bound behind them and their legs in shackles. Aluari's arms were bound in front of her, at the moment she was laying her son down in a hollow in the hut's floor.
"Red stashed her valuable in there," his wife whispered as she entered and hurried over to the female troll. "We hope we can hide the babe … you know what will happen if the demons find out we're hiding the child."
"Our libration will come earlier than planned," Falcon replied, as he watched Aluari laid a charm next down to her sleeping son. He could only hope it would help the infant be still. Crystal and Aluari moved the troll's sleeping mat over the hole, hiding it from sight.
As the troll stood Falcon was alarmed to see an ugly jagged scar the length of her belly. "What the hell?" he gasped.
"They knew she was with child," Demoncraft said from his corner, "she did it to herself as proof she lost her babe. I don't know what you're planning elf …"
"Enough chit-chat," Sid said hurrying in, "we need to get out there before the demons come looking."
None of the prisoners fought as they were led outside the gates. Red and Star helped Sly kneel. Without being asked the orcs and trolls lowered themselves down on the ground, resting heads on their outstretched hands, a sign of their new ranks. Falcon noticed the slightest hesitance from Demoncraft before he followed suit. Taking his place in front of his clan Falcon stood with his head bowed. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Dylan hurry over and do the same in front of his clan.
As expected Keeper Canesut wasted no time heading toward Falcon's camp, the druid kept his gaze on the large clawed feet, waiting. However, their keeper's focus was not on him for the moment but on those prostrating on the ground. "So this is the great Elfkiller's fate? Elf killers to elf whores …" the demon let out a dark laugh, the flame-filled eyes moved to Falcon. "Why are your enemies still breathing?"
The druid motioned toward the wall that held dozens of new corpses. "My foes are dead, this handful of dung-kissers are being kept … for now. If I find no use for them, I'll make sure to throw their corpses out in the street to decorate the wall." He nudged Demoncraft's side. "I'm very curious how broken I can make this one … he's caused me and my clan a lot of hassle."
"I see no reason to wait," the large demon said with a wicked grin. Two smaller demons appeared and pulled the orc to his feet and toward the center platform.
Falcon frowned, "Master?"
"Do onto him what he did to you elf … if you refuse, I'll restate the orc as leader of a Clan … the Earthhunters and you will become his to do with as he wants."
His blood ran cold and he glanced over at his Clan they shared his shock. Forcing his feet to move he walked toward the stage. "He's just an orc," Falcon whispered to himself, "he deserves this … if he had stayed in his damn camp this would have never happened." Walking onto the platform he found Demoncraft standing there his head bowed. Closing his eyes Falcon took a deep breath and then growled the same words the orc had told him not so many days ago, "Strip my slut."
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