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Adventures of Illuminatus: Siege of Orgrimmar	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Galakras
Written to Skyfall by Adele
Greymoon - Tauren Druid - guardian
I stepped through the portal, unsure of what would be on the other side. Obviously Orgrimmar, but where? To my surprise, I appeared on a small Thalassian vessel. Near the back of it was Rommath, and he gave me an arch look as I stepped toward him. As he summoned another portal, I ignored what he had to say, stepping through the portal as soon as it was ready. I didn't need to hear what he said - I already knew it was dangerous. My friends were counting on me, though, to be their shield while they attacked from afar or behind the enemy. My role as a guardian Druid was to be in the face of danger, and take on the full brunt of fury our enemies had. Thankfully, I had a brief respite as the second portal deposited me at the end of the pier on Orgrimmar's beach. I took a moment to look around, and decided I didn't like what I saw. Oh, I'd known that Garrosh had made significant changes to the beach and the harbor, but what I saw now looked to be set up just for a naval assault, and Lor'themar and the Alliance had obliged them.
I understood now what we had to do.
I changed shape quickly, and raced toward the edge of the pier, my paws kicking up red dust as I left the pier and encountered solid ground. Ahead, I saw warriors and shamans loyal to Garrosh guarding giant cannons - cannons that would be turned against our ships if that came within firing distance. I glanced behind me. The rest of the group was catching up, so I charged into the first group. I caught them by surprise, my claws tearing open rents in flesh and cloth alike. They stabbed at me with swords and burned me with fire and lightning, but then Xallion was there and my wounds pained me no more. It didn't take long for the others to enter the fray, and soon the group of orcs lay dead at my feet. I charged the next group.
I led the charge down the beach, clearing out the small groups of enemy warriors and shaman as we went. Nph gleefully used the cannons against the orcs, firing on them - and us - and doing what he could to help the fight go faster. When all the groups were gone, we raced back to the dock. Helpfuldeath lagged behind a little to activate the bombs laying beside the cannons. Each one exploded onto sharp fragments of metal and wood as the bombs detonated.
"What?" He asked when he rejoined us. "It's not like we can take them with us."
Suddenly, light flared, and we were joined by part of the Silvermoon army. Constructs and soldiers, as well as Lor'themar, Rommath, and surprisingly, Sylvanas. We all gave her a wide berth. No one wanted to cross her and end up a Forsaken. Or worse.
I looked up toward the two towers that crowned the landing. I could see snipers up there, as well as a massive cannon. Even more disturbing, the Dragonmaw were in the sky, their proto-Drake mounts flying to and fro. And then there was the monstrous beast, the one that we were no doubt going to have to fight, being ridden by Zaela herself - Galakras. I looked at Niarweaver. She was fixing her gauntlets, tightening them on her slim forearms. She smirked at me when she realized I was looking at her. "So," I asked, "do you want to take the towers, or do you want to stay down?"
She considered it. "I'll stay down. But you'd better take some people with you. Looks like you might have trouble if you go by yourself."
I frowned but nodded. "Who wants to go up with me?" I asked.
"I'll go." Said Mistahtea.
"Same," said Kyel.
Nph let out a huge sigh. "I guess I'll go with you. You'll need a healer."
"Still need one more for the tower team." I said. As I expected, no one was quick to volunteer. So Xallion looked right at Schio. The slim blood elf stared at him for a minute, then grimaced as she realized he was volunteering her.
She shrugged. "Yeah, find, whatever. I'll go up too."
"Now that that's decided," Niarweaver said with a smile, "shall we get this party started?"
I looked around at the others. Their faces all had determined looks on them, and each one gave me a go-ahead nod. I looked at Niar. "Go get in position."
She saluted smartly and hurried to the head of the group of soldiers. The others followed, ranging themselves around her as they pleased. I assumed my bear form once more and went to talk with Lor'themar. Once I told him we were ready, Lor'themar gave me a nod and looked back at Sylvanas and Rommath. I didn't hear what they said to each other; I was already hurrying to join Niar and the others at the road between the two towers. I caught a glimpse of Nakti and Julip by the left tower, their bows ready. Schio and Kyel were stationed by the left side of the road on a small rise, and the others were arrayed about the middle of the road, ready for the first sign of attack.
And the Dragonmaw obliged us.
A group of them rushed at us. Niarweaver met them halfway and I joined her. Together we tore into them, gaining their attention so that the others, like Helpful and Sabaak and the warlocks' demons, could attack them without fear of retaliation. Some of the attackers went down fast, but I realized that our group was smaller than it should be. There had been two more attackers than Niar and I had around us.
"Hey, Helpful," Xallion called. "Do that useful thing death knights can do."
I could hear the exasperation in Helpfuldeath's voice as he responded, "Dammit, Xallion. I'm doing what I can."
I saw him move past me and the next thing I knew, a gunner was now among us. I turned to him and began to claw at his face, making sure he was firing at me rather than someone else. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet turned molten, but strangely enough it didn't hurt me. It hurt our enemies, catching some parts of them on fire or blowing a limb off entirely. I caught a glimpse of Rommath's face and realized he had been the one to turn the ground molten with a spell. I was grateful for that, because it somewhat lessened the workload for the rest of us. I charged after a warrior intent on charging Sylvanas and interrupted the bastard's charge, bringing him down with one of my own. When I whirled around, another group was heading right toward Niarweaver and the others. I charged back into the fray and met one of the warriors, dodging the heavy-handed swing of his sword. I leaped toward his solar plexus, and as I'd assumed, he flinched at the sight of a bear leaping at him. My claws caught his shoulder and I bore him to the ground, where I mauled off half his face.
It didn't take long for the second group to be dispatched. As I repositioned myself for the next wave, I saw Julip spring to the ground from the tower hill and start racing for the other side. Nakti wasn't too far behind her. I couldn't spare them another thought because the enemy had attacked again, just three this time. We beat down the two smaller fighters, but the third one was giving us some trouble. Just when I thought it was over, a noxious poison filled the area. I stopped breathing, jumping out of the cloud as soon as I could. I took a deep breath of clean air and saw that my enemy had now turned into a snake. I growled and launched myself at her, tearing her to pieces as fast as I could.
Then the ground began to rumble.
"Demo!" Cried Xallion, pointing at the head of the road. Down it was rolling a demolisher, one of the Horde's favorite siege engines. It didn't take long to see what our enemies intended to do with it. At first, I thought it was going to come at us, but at the last second, it turned to face the left tower and began throwing stones at it.
"She's trying to bring down her own towers!" Yelled Lor'themar. He was surprised too; assets like a demolisher would be better used taking out the enemy, not your own holdings.
All the same, though, I rushed the demolisher, joined by Schio's floating eyeball demon, Kyel's felguard, Helpfuldeath, and Sabaak. Together, we brought the machine down before I caused too much damage to the tower, then I turned and raced to join my team at the base of the tower.
I ran in first, roaring to gain the attention of the orcs inside. They gave surprised shouts and followed me up the winding stairs. I emerged out onto the top of the tower and engaged the enemies there, focusing my effort not on the small fry, but the general who bellowed at me. I gave a bellow of my own and focused on keeping his attention on me rather than my team. Surprisingly, the gunners ignored us in favor of shooting at those we'd left on the ground to deal with the warriors still running in.
A minute... two... passed before the General went down. I turned my attention to the gunners while Mistahtea ran over to a coiled rope and dropped it down the side of the tower. The last of the gunners fell as the warlocks and Helpful hurried down the tower. I stayed behind for a few moments, jumping into the massive cannon. I aimed toward the proto-drakes hovering in the air, and fired the cannon. The cannonballs hit the proto-drakes hard, breaking bones and punching through flesh. They fell from the sky and hit the ground hard enough to shake the tower. Then I turned the cannon on Galakras and fired. The shot didn't bring him down, but it sent him reeling. I leaped from the cannon before he could retaliate and hurried to rejoin the others for the next wave.
Down below, it was all confusion. Everyone was fighting so intently, I almost didn't notice that Nakti and Julip had rejoined us. That made things go faster, and I found myself with nothing to hit for a few seconds. Then I felt the rumbling of another demolisher heading our way, and this time it was accompanied by another group of warriors and shaman. I launched into an attack as fast as I could to give the others time to focus down the demolisher. As soon as it was a pile of rubble, I charged up the right hand hill, rejoining my team as we headed into the tower. It was much the same situation as the first tower, only this time after the general and her minions fell, Mistahtea hurried down the tower and across the road back to the first tower. As I took out the proto-drakes hovering in the air, he quickly climbed into the other cannon. Or so I assumed.
I don't know how we pulled off what happened next. He and I had no communication once we'd split up, but maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was luck. All I know is that we both aimed at Galakras and fired at the same time. The two cannonballs hit the massive proto-drake dead on, breaking his wings and driving him to the ground. His rider, Warlord Zaela, was knocked from her saddle with bone-breaking force. I never saw her land, and there was no sign of her body when I reached the ground. I charged the fallen dragon anyway, turning him toward the waterfront and leaving his back open for the others to attack. I felt the bloodlust course through me a few moments later; my attacks became frenzied, and I made sure Galakras wasn't going anywhere unless I let him.
The dragon fought bravely, I had to give him that. Still, he was no match for us, especially when we were aided by a few of the leaders of our faction. My claws opened bloody furrows in scaly flesh; I broke bone with powerful bites of my jaws. I could hear the howls of spells, feel the touch of healing rains and the Light. I leaped backwards as Galakras suddenly staggered. The great proto-drake swayed on his two little feet, back and forth, back and forth, and then he collapsed in a heap of broken bones and seared scales. I stood panting as is watched his body twitch. At last, it was still.
I looked up the road to the Gates of Orgrimmar, to our next fight, and wondered why everything had come to this - Horde fighting Horde. What was it all for?
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