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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-Eight
Falcon led his clan out of the gate as the gong continued to resonate. He was already embraced in the spirit of the bear, sharp claws with teeth and thick fur to shield those which walked alongside him. The road between the camps was barren. That shocked the druid a little, he didn't expect to see Rad or Dylan's Clans but the fact the Horde side was also absent came as a surprise.
"We're being watched, lad," Sid said, gesturing up.
Following the motion Falcon saw a handful of lesser demons finally hovering in the eerie glow of the synthetic lighting. "Bring them down, let our intent be clear."
Red pulled back her bow and let an arrow fly, it struck true and with a screech her target fell to the ground. There was the sound of gunfire from behind him as Gola did the same to a second demon, and then from in front as Rad's marksmen took down the remaining few. Falcon continued the slow match forward and was joined by Silverhelm and Ironsong as he walked past. Their leaders united with him in front as the others filed behind.
They were almost to the large door that sealed the cavern when the dark laugher of Keeper Canesut echoed off the wall. "Finally the cat has found his claws. After all these years of taking it in the ass, now you decide it is time to roar? Now you challenge the might of the Burning Legion?"
"You've lost two of your strongest, Canesut!" Falcon called out to the darkness above. "Show yourself and we'll make it three!"
"What do you know of Viser and Ortug?" the rumbling voice demanded.
"Not a damn thing," Falcon whispered with a smirk buried in the fur of his muzzle.
"Here they come!" Dylan shouted.
From behind them hundreds of demons appeared in the cavernous sky and bone-chilling screeches joined the chaotic laughter of Canesut.
"Archers and riflemen to the ready," Rad called out. "Our ammo is not unlimited make every shot count!"
Falcon knew the bigger danger lay behind the door he stood in front of. Not willing to leave their rear exposed the druid remained where he was as his wife, Dylan and Rad rushed to the other side to help shield the clans from the incoming attack.
A demon erupted in a blazing fireball. "One down," Myrick said from beside Falcon his hand still glowing from the spell cast. "Only a thousand more to go … they will overrun us by sheer numbers."
"We will stand," Falcon growled. "Keeping casting mage, fill the cavern with screams of dying demons."
For all his brave words the next scream came for a young human to his left as she crumpled to the ground, a large spear through her chest. "Karla!" Myrick shouted, turning to aid his fallen friend.
"Focus on the demons!" Falcon shouted as he transformed into his elfin form and knelt beside the woman.
"It's okay," she whispered, blood staining her cheek as it escaped from her lips. "It doesn't hurt … I'm sorry I couldn't be more help … so warm and bright I didn't think I would see the sun again …" her voice trailed off as her eyes rolled back and life left her. Falcon closed her eyes with his hand whispering a prayer to Elune as he did. He knew she would be only the first to fall this day, he just hoped at the end their sacrifices would be worth it. With the giant door to their rear there was no backing up, no retreat … here they would make their final stand.
As the corpses of demons started to pile up, so did the fallen on their side. Injured were pulled back and Falcon joined the other healers to mend the folks they could. Those they could do nothing for were quickly blessed and laid off to the side. The druid quickly healed the broken arm of Mudon; the dwarf flexed his mended hand and grabbing his axe ran back into the fray. "Watch over him," Falcon whispered to his Goddess.
"The demons are reluctant to fly close," Dylan said kneeling down in front of Falcon, out of breath. The druid rested a palm on the paladin's shoulder recharging the battle weary man. A gauntlet patted his hand. "Save your energy," Dylan said. "Do you think they'll release the dragon soon? We expected this rush but we can't continue forever."
"The demons are falling back," Falcon said watching the sky empty. "Something is about to happen."
"Akire … forgive me."
Sly's mental touch came a moment before Keeper Canesut's large form appeared shuffling down the path between the camps, the demon's laughter echoed through the cavern. "You left this one to die, Earthhunter? Seems very out of character for you …" In the beast's right hand was the limp body of the rogue. At that moment a small cry could be heard and to Falcon's dismay Canesut opened his left hand to reveal a tiny bundle. "You were hiding something from me, Earthhunter … the elf could have hid in the shadows but chose to protect this child … you're compassion seems to be an infection in your clan. One we will wipe out one at a time …" The demon's large talons closed around Sly and the rogue screamed.
"Kotka!" Falcon cried out silently as he changed into a cheetah and raced toward Canesut.
"No!" Sly silently commanded. "Stick to the plan, think of your child, Akire. I knew I would die in these caverns …"
A small band of fighters had followed him and stopped when he did. "Lad?" Rad asked.
"Do you have your daggers?" Falcon asked his stomach a cold knot.
"Nay, they took them …" Falcon could almost see the smirk on Sly's face. "My plans never work out …" there was another scream from the rogue.
"Don't let him suffer," the druid whispered, hanging his head down.
There was the briefest moment of hesitation and then as one Red and Gola raised their weapons. The distance was great but their aim would hit true. As bowstrings were released and triggers pulled Canesut let out a howl and his arm jerked. The arrow and bullet missed as Sly was tossed to the ground. The demon stumbled back and Falcon was surprised to see a large battleaxe buried in his right shoulder. Demoncraft appeared a second axe at the ready which he released, catching the demon keeper in the left wrist, as dark blood showered down on the orc the small bundle in Canesut's hand dropped. A lithe Jach appeared from the shadows grabbing his son as he fell. Demoncraft caught another weapon tossed to him by one of the other orcs who had been a prisoner and with his free hand picked Sly up tossing him over his shoulder.
Canesut let out a roar as Demoncraft, Jach, and the other Elfkillers raced toward Falcon. The druid noticed the third orc carried the still form of Aluari. The lights above them flickered and went out. As darkness descended on the cavern, Falcon heard the heavy door behind them start to open. The scream of the Panatas echoed.
"It's time!" Falcon shouted, "Light it up!"
On cue flaming arrows left bows and landed on the dry thatched roofs of Ironsong and Silverhelm buildings. Aided by cleverly hidden oil the fires quickly spread, bringing light to the darkness and a face to their faceless demon as the giant scaled head of a dragon burst through the door. Around its neck was a molten hot collar burning into its flesh, keep the twisted creature raging in pain.
"I would fight better without these," Demoncraft growled, holding up his shackles. His wrists bleeding from the force it had taken to pull the manacle from the wall. Grabbing the axe the orc still held Falcon brought it down on the chain severing the links. He placed a hand on Sly's back; the elf was unconscious but alive.
"Thank you," he whispered as he shifted into a grizzly and rushed for the dragon. Falcon felt his body enhanced by spells of his comrades as he led the charge toward the Panatas; thorns wrapped around his fur and he felt his skin grow thicker more armored to protect him from the furnace like fire which spewed from the dragon's jaws.
In the distance he could hear Dylan shouting out orders, he left the tactics to war-tested paladin. He knew his job, to make that beast focus all his rage on him. "Faya, stay back," he ordered silently as his claws swiped across the scales of the dragon's leg. He danced out of the way of the teeth which snapped down at him, at the same time left four bloody streaks across the muzzle.
"I am not an invalid, beloved!" She replied tensely.
"I know," he replied calmly keeping his attention on his foe. "I need a set of eyes not focused on this hellion to watch out for the demons' trickery. You can protect us from them if you see them coming."
"Alright, beloved, Elune-adore," she answered.
"May Elune be with you too, beloved," he replied as he broke contact and dodged another attack from the Panatas. The demented dragon was like none Falcon had seen before, even in books. Its body was long and slender, looking more serpent than dragon, the druid could only guess it had been deformed by the demons. The once glorious wings had most of the membrane burnt away leaving jagged bones protruding out, if Falcon hadn't known better he would guess the beast incapable of flight. Too many nights of cowering in the shed with his wife as the beast flew overhead told him it could should it desire to.
Just then the dragon opened his mouth and spoke. "Mel andilar borun miranol!" Falcon shuddered as the ancient Draconic words reverberated through the cavern, the intensity and anguish went straight to his soul. Around him the others suffered the same, weapons trembled in hands. Though the meaning was unknown to most, the promised suffering was not.
"Stand strong! Steady yourself! " Falcon shouted, "Forgive us ancient one, we will end your suffering this day."
"Thorel osh'onza!" The dragon roared as flame spewed from his maw.
Closing his eyes to shield them from the inferno Falcon dashed forward once more. The fire scorched the fur across his muzzle. Giant talons slammed down on his back and he grunted, as he was forced to the ground by the dragon. The weight left him as the beast let out a mixture between a roar and a scream. Scrambling back to his paws Falcon noticed Demoncraft standing beside him, his axe bloody.
"Keep your eyes open, elf," the orc growled. "Don't make a grunt mistake like that now."
There was a severed talon laying on the ground as the Panatas roared again, causing the entire cavern to shudder. "I think you made it angry," Falcon said with a smirk.
"Good," the orc replied as he readied his weapon. "An irate foe makes mistakes and if this plan of yours is to work we'll need as many lapses in judgment as we can get … prepare yourself, here it comes again."
Any argument he had with the officious orc was lost as the dragon charged. As he used his massive body to block the attack, Demoncraft swung his axe over his head cleaving the ankle of the beast. At the same time there was a shower of arrows and magic from above as the others entered into the fight. The cavern exploded with the sound of gunfire as the riflemen joined in and with battle cries on their lips the melee combatants charged forward. The enraged dragon snapped down at one of the dwarves that sliced at him with a long polearm, the attack was blocked by Falcon as he slammed his paw down across the snout of the giant beast.
"We have to keep him on the ground," Falcon heard Dylan order. "Freeze his feet to the floor if you have to."
Giant pillars of ice formed at his command around the ankles of the Panatas as magic swirled around and froze. The dragon made a noise which had to be laughter as the ice melted as soon as it formed. "Fire and ice does not mix mortals" the Panatas said, in Common, as his mighty wings spread out and he started to rise.
"No, damn it!" Dylan shouted, "Keep it on the ground."
Falcon knew the cause was lost as the giant wings pushed back the attackers causing them to fly in various directions, crashing to the rocky floor. His heart dropped as Sid flew over his head and transforming into a cheetah he chased after the dwarf, turning back into a bear at the last moment letting his old friend land on his soft fur instead of hard ground. "Sid!" He shouted.
"I be breathin' lad," the dwarf gasped. "I need a moment to collect me self, get your ass back into battle."
"Take care," Falcon said as he turned and charged. The dragon shook off the last bits of ice and was just about head's high when giant vines burst from the earth and wrapped around the beast's ankles pulling him back to the ground. More spout forth and joined the first entwining the Panatas in a stranglethorn embrace. Falcon had never seen druid vines so thick when off to the north he spotted Atot Pridebite kneeling on the ground at his side was the rest of the Greatwolf Clan and with them stood the Forsaken camp, Stonecat, as well. The Tauren nodded his head and the two clans rushed forward.
"Kill the beast!" Falcon shouted.
Decades of captivity fueled the prisoners' attacks, the demented dragon knew he was going to fall and seemed to make it a goal to take as many of them with it as it could. Falcon tried his best to shield those he could regardless of race. His dense fur became thick with blood as razor sharp talons fell on him time and time again. Teeth sunk into his shoulder as he placed himself between the insane dragon and a fallen Tauren.
"Run," he grunted to the dazed hunter.
Atot appeared and grabbed his fallen clan member at the same he placed a hand on Falcon's back easing his pain. Falcon nodded his thanks and charged back into the fray. Dodging another attempt to take his head from his shoulders the druid twisted suddenly and slammed into the jaws of the Panatas, dazing it. At that moment Demoncraft appeared, the orc looked about the same as Falcon, his right arm hung useless, bone and muscles could be seen from the shoulder. In the left was a blood-coated axe which he brought down on the dragon's bared neck. The beast let out a strangle cry and whipped his head around catching the orc who was still holding onto the axe, sending him flying. Falcon was showered by the lifeblood of the dragon.
"The orc has struck true," he shouted, his voice stronger than he felt. "Finish it!"
Those which still stood rushed forward in a final wave to do as he commanded. Just then his wife frantic whisper touched his mind. "Akire, the demons are here!"
Falcon turned around and froze, coming up the street was an army of demons in every shape and form and leading them was Keeper Canesut dressed in battle armor. The large demon took two massive axes off its back.
"The wall will be filled with the screams of the dying!" Canesut shouted, "All but you Earthhunter, you will watch them die then I will bury you alive with nothing but their corpses for company and the failure of this day! When a gnat decided to take on the might of the Burning Legion and lost!"
Crystal appeared between the demons and the clans her shield and sword at the ready. Falcon raced forward, even aided by the spirit of the cheetah he would not reach her in time.
"Make sure to spear this wench through the belly," Canesut ordered as a small clutch of demons flew down toward Crystal, "a two for one special."
His wife quickly dispatched a trio of demons and arrows which came from behind him picked off two more. Falcon prayed that meant the Panatas had been dealt with. He made it to Crystal's side to finish off the remaining one. "We'll delay them as long as we can, escape through the door!" He shouted back at those behind him, "Their watch dog is dead."
"And let you have all the fun?" Demoncraft snorted as appeared beside Falcon.
"You're hurt," Falcon growled, "lead the others to safety."
"I've watched your back all these years, lad," Sid said as he walked up slightly out of breath. "I ain't leaving ya now, let's finish this."
"No one leaves!" Canesut shouted and there was a deep rumbling from above. From the battle scene by the door there came screams and jerking around Falcon could only watch as giant stalactites fell from the darkness above, some larger than the dragon's corpse they now threatened to bury. When the dust settled the way out was completely blocked and dazed survivors stumbled from the carnage.
"Now what, Earthhunter?" the demon lord hissed, "so much for raising your child in the embrace of the forest. The only embrace it will feel is mine as I rip it out of your wife's womb and feed on it."
Falcon's body grew cold, his anger and fear left him. "We will sleep in the embrace of our Goddess this night," he said calmly. "And you demon spawn will rot in hell." With a growl that echoed through out the cavern he charged.

Draconic Primer
Mel andilar borun miranol = Your suffering shall be legendary.
Thorel osh'onza. = Insolent young elf
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