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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-Seven
Wakefulness came too soon as a bright light filled the barracks from the door. Falcon blinked his eyes a few times and saw Rad of Ironsong standing there. The light was coming from behind him, night had passed it was morning. Frowning Falcon glanced around the room as his clan started to wake. "We miss our watch?" he asked, confused.
"Nah, lad," the dwarf replied, "We let you sleep. We'll wake you tomorrow night, promise. Now ye be needing to get around, we didn't start ye meal."
"On it," Star said as she stood. Rad quickly turned his back to her nudity as she found her fresh clothing laid out the night before. Not having the forethought to do the same Falcon hid his nakedness in the fur of a panther as he slipped out of the door and ambled over to the small shack which held his clothing. He was shadowed by Rad who opened the door and walked in with him. Once inside Falcon shifted into his elf form and opened the trunk that held his belongings. "Wish I had time for a bath," he mumbled to the dwarf, "I smell like orc."
A callused hand gripped his shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Ye be stronger than I, lad, I don't be knowing how ye do it."
Falcon patted the hand and then stood, slipping on his leggings. "The alternative was unacceptable," he replied. "What is the plan for today? I don't feel comfortable with just Sly and Red watching the prisoners."
"Aye," Rad agreed. "We be leaving one of our own with ye, and Dylan be doing the same. We'll send them over after breakfast." The dwarf paused and lowered his voice, "Lad, about the mines yesterday …"
Falcon slipped his shirt on and nodded. The dwarf motioned him closer so he knelt before the stout man. "What is it?" he whispered.
"That cave-in, it weren't natural … Sid and I we agreed the beams we saw, they had been cut, the break was too smooth the wood too firm to be rotted. Someone or something didn't want us down that tunnel."
"What does that mean?" Falcon asked, confused.
"I don't know," the dwarf said with a shrug. "All the men and women on Alliance side are accounted for perhaps it was a Stonecat or Greatwolf that got tired of the mines? Or maybe it was the demons …"
"But if it was the demons why take you down there to excavate?" Falcon interrupted, "makes no sense."
"And since when did this hell make sense, lad?" Rad countered. "If whatever caused that cave-in wasn't mortal and didn't die in it, could mean they are still down in the cavern. Just watch your backs."
"Always do," Falcon said, "you should head off before you're missed. Thanks for the night off, but we'll take first watch tonight."
The dwarf nodded. "All right, lad," he replied, "be safe."
Following Rad out of the building he walked over to where Star was stirring a large pot over the coals. A glance inside showed him it was filled with oatmeal. Crystal dumped in a small basket of dried fruit which was mixed in.
"I've made enough for us and the prisoners," Star said.
Falcon was surprised and pleased to hear no bitterness in her voice; the memory of her resentful words against Rain sharing their food, still on his mind. "Serve our food first," he said, "then split the rest among the prisoners, give the female a larger portion."
"So she can work it off later?" Star replied with a smirk.
Falcon silently thanked her for her acting and returned the grin with a dark smile of his own. "Perhaps," he replied, "not sure if I am into tusks or not."
Crystal swatted him on the behind and he allowed himself to chuckle as he accepted the bowl of oatmeal from Star. As they were finishing up breakfast, a stout dwarven female walked through their front gate accompanied by a lithe night elf male. Falcon walked over and met them.
"Greetings, Earthhunter," the dwarf said, "name is Iris Embertooth; Rad sends his regards and my sword to watch over the prisoners and camp while you're at the mines."
The Kaldorei bowed slightly. "And they call me Coldraven, from Silverhelm; to be your watchdog today."
Falcon returned the bow, "Elune be with you, Brother. Your sword is welcomed Lady Iris."
""Ishnu-alah, Icy," Sly said approaching the group, voicing familiarity with the elf Falcon didn't have.
"You've looked better," Coldraven said.
"All the important parts still work," Sly replied with a smirk.
Leaving the rogue to fill the new arrivals in on their duties Falcon hurried over to join his wife brining bowls of oatmeal to the prisoners. Gola and Shar were resting outside the jailhouse, Pug at their feet finishing up breakfast.
"They've been quiet," Shar informed them as he unlocked the door. The locks took a moment to work giving those inside plenty of time to prepare for their arrival. Inside he found the prisoners pretty much as he had left them. Instructing Crystal to set her tray down at the door, he walked over to Jach and released the troll from the wall. His wife did the same to Aluari; the trolls looked nervously between them.
"Just taking you to the outhouse," Falcon said, "this place is starting to smell as is, don't need to add to it." After they did the same for all the prisoners and secured them once more did the druid offer them breakfast. They did not bring spoons but the captives didn't argue using their fingers to eat and clean their bowls. As they ate, Falcon shut the door and walked over to Aluari, without be asked she moved away from the mat and he pulled it back. The babe was in the hollow sleeping on a folded blanket, the charm he had saw earlier resting on the tiny chest. Placing a hand on the infant Falcon's magic explored the tiny body for any ills, he seemed healthy. Patting the babe on the head he stepped back and covered the hole up.
"I'll make sure they bring something for midday meal and water later in the morning," Falcon addressed the prisoners. "Don't take our mercy as a sign of weakness. There are armed guards outside that are not ul'beh she'kah. They will kill you and enjoy doing so. Just sit tight and enjoy your reprieve from the mines."
Demoncraft went to say something but with a shrug leaned against the wall and shut his eyes. Falcon did one final check of the shackles before walking outside with the dirty bowls. Sly was sitting at the doorway on a stool; the rogue quickly locked the door.
"We have this," he said. "You best take the rest down to the mines, don't want to be late."
Falcon nodded. "Be careful," he said. "They may be wounded but they are far from broken. Don't let your guard down."
"I know … I know …" the rogue replied with a smirk. "Get going, we have some dried jerky I'll give them for lunch."
"Sounds good," Falcon replied, leaving Sly to guard the prisoners as he hurried over to where the others were waiting. "Let's go," he said, pulling on his gloves and slinging his pick axe over his shoulder.
"Falcon!" The raw panic and terror from the shout caused the druid's blood to run cold. Through the front gate ran Captain Dylan, the fear in the shout reflected in the elder knight's face. "Follow!" the human commanded as he turned and ran back the way he had come.
"Stay here!" Falcon ordered his clan as he dropped his tool and shifted a cheetah racing after the paladin. He was led toward the mines, the reason for the panic came into view and Falcon froze. The sight was hard to comprehend. Forcing his feet to move forward he joined Dylan, Rad and a large crowd of horde and alliance prisoners. Sprawled on the ground in front of the cave was Quartermaster Ortug's decapitated body. The demon's head was off to the side split in two. The kill was unnervingly clean there was no blood to be seen.
"It's a message," Rad finally said.
"To who?" Falcon whispered.
"Look up, lad," the dwarf said, "notice anything?"
Doing as suggested the druid looked up, the cavern was empty. "No demons," he whispered. "Fall back," he shouted. "Return to your camps." He lowered his voice and whispered, "Go, prepare for battle." The other two leaders nodded as they motioned for their clans to move.
Falcon reached over and grabbed the broad arm of Atot. The giant Tauren studied him silently; the druid pondered for a moment what he wanted to say. "If things go poorly use our rations to feed your people," Falcon finally said letting his hand fall he shifted into a cheetah and raced back to his camp.
He was greeted by a pack of worried elves and dwarves. "What is it, lad?" Sid asked, "What happened?"
"Something killed Ortug," Falcon replied.
There were gasps. "What do you mean something?" Star asked. "Don't you mean someone?"
"Good for them," Sly said as he hobbled over.
"There is no way the death I saw was caused by a prisoner…" Falcon said shaking his head. "But the demons will blame us; it will be Nightseekers all over again. I won't let that happen, it is time."
"We're not ready," Mudon whispered, "there are weapons to be sharpened, armor to be …"
Sid patted the dwarf on the shoulder. "We'll make do …" Just then the gong sounded.
"Ignore it," Falcon said, "get ready." He glanced around camp, "Coldraven and Iris?"
"Sent them back at the first sign of trouble," Sly said. The rogue sighed, "I'm useless like this, I'll stay with the prisoners at least keep that bother out of your hair. If you … if this … I won't decorate the wall."
"I promise," Falcon said wrapping a hand around Sly's neck and resting their foreheads together for a moment. "I promise, Kotka," he whispered, "we're all getting out of this hell today. Hold your poison and your blade, even if I fall … until you are certain we have lost."
Glancing up, the sky above was still eerily empty, as the gong continued to resonate through out the cavern. Around him the clan opening dressed in armor, they weren't hiding their intent for the upcoming battle. Walking over to his wife he did a quick glance down her armor, checking the clasps. Taking her helm from the table he kissed her deeply before sliding it over her head, carefully tucking her long ears underneath and strapping it firmly into place. Resting a hand on her belly he closed his eyes and reached out to the tiny life force, willing it to stay strong for the upcoming battle. "Love you, Faya," he whispered.
"We will win," she replied aloud. "For our child, for our friends and for those that we have lost, today we buy our freedom in blood, the blood of our oppressors."
Her determination was shared by all those in the camp and Falcon nodded. "It's been an honor," he said to the small band of armed dwarves and elves as he picked up a heavy spear resting on a weapon rack. Walking over to the stone that was a calendar of their imprisonment, he brought the lance down with the strength of a bear, shattering it. Dropping the weapon he shifted into the grizzly and led his clan down toward their open gate.
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