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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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Kor'kron Dark Shaman
Written to The Gunsling by Black Veil Brides
Niarweaver - blood elf death knight - blood
We fought our way past the blind warrior guarding the tunnel - though how that made sense, I'd never know - and met up with, surprisingly Aysa Cloudsinger, the Pandaren who practiced Tushui and had joined the Alliance. I didn't have to ask why she was here - the answer was obvious if anyone just chose to look. She was staring across the way toward a group of Kor'kron generals, who were surrounding another Pandaren. A male that I immediately recognized as Ji Firepaw. He was Aysa's complete opposite, practicing Huojin and siding with the Horde. Yeah, I was wondering if he was regretting that choice now, especially since he looked like shit. I watched as one of the orcs raised a fist to punch Ji in the face, yelling something about... Loyalty? Betrayal? I didn't really much pay attention after Aysa started spouting things like "We must save him!" I rolled my eyes a bit and pulled my rune blade from its sheath.
Then I casually tossed a blood boil on the closest group to me. They were dead in a matter of minutes between me, Grey, and the rest of the team. Then we followed Grey's lead and started making our destructive way through the Valley of Strength. Things died hard, things died fast. There were a few close calls as dark shaman and shadow mages got casts off on us, but it wasn't anything we couldn't handle. These were the small fry after all. They didn't put up too much of a fight.
We cleared the whole Valley in a little under five minutes, leaving nothing but corpses or fleeing captives in our wake. When we finally made it back to the center of the Valley of Strength, we readied ourselves for the main event.
And then...
"'Ey mon! Find da key! Let us out!"
We all looked back up the hill at the troll in the cage. Beside him, in another cage, was a dwarf. Both looked to be shaman. I understood the dwarf being in a cage, but the troll? I shrugged my shoulders as if there was extra weight settling on them, then called back, "Okay! So who has the key?"
The troll pointed at the Valley of Strength bank that stood quiet just behind us to our left. I had a bad feeling grow in my gut as I approached the bank. It was justified as soon as I poked my head inside to see if I could spot the key.
I jumped backwards as the Orc came at me, his robes rather richly styled. On instinct, I brought my blade to bear on him and began my opening sequence of attacks, trying to keep the treasurer's attention on me. Not that it wasn't hard to do, at least until the bastard started digging coins out of his pockets and tossing them at my friends. I knew what he was trying to do - mind control my team into turning on me - and, damn him, he was succeeding. I ignored the cries as much as I could, since the others were taking care of the mind-controlled with stuns or snares. And then I felt a shiver of cold go down my back.
I risked a glance over my shoulder and felt what amounted to my blood drain from my face. Schio was turning toward Xallion, her hands covered in fel energy. I tried to shout a warning but it was too late. The chaos bolt flew and the next thing I saw was Xallion dropping dead to the ground. Seconds after he dropped, so too did the treasurer.
"I'm sorry," Schio said between hiccuping laughter, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!"
Xallion picked himself up once the resurrection spell had been cast and dusted off his robes. "Ya coulda warned me, or somethin'."
"And what good would it have done?"
I laughed, deep and booming. "She's got a point."
Schio shot me a grin and a shrug, then turned toward Xallion again and apologized at least twice more. Xallion rolled his eyes and sighed.
I turned back to the fallen treasurer and began rooting through his pockets. I found two keys made of gold. I looked up at the troll and dwarf, then made my way toward them. I unlocked the cages and got a thanks from the troll before he put a totem down, and the dwarf followed suit, though he didn't say much. So now we had two totems, and two shaman booking it for the gate. Awesome.
I looked toward the tower in the center of the Valley of Strength and gripped the hilt of my rune blade tight. I knew what was waiting for us in there, and I didn't like it. A warm hand fell on my shoulder, and I looked up at Grey. "So which one do you want?" I asked.
"I'll take Earthbreaker," he rumbled. "Me, Helpful, Xallion, and Mistahtea will go up the hill and hold him there."
"Guess that means I get to keep Nph and the others."
"I think you have the harder job."
"Wanna switch?"
Greymoon laughed. "No."
I smirked. "Didn't think so."
Once we'd worked out the finer details, we made our preparations. Then, Xallion sent Julip inside the tower to lure the Kor'kron Dark Shaman out of their little hidey hole, using her feign death ability to trick them to charge outside, where we'd meet them. She dismissed Velvet, then took a deep breath. I watched her steel herself then she was running toward the tower and disappearing inside.
Seconds later we all heard a rough yell and then the two dark shaman came riding out of the tower, looking around for the rest of us. As soon as they spotted Grey charging toward them, they readied their weapons and their mounts. I leaped onto Kardris as soon as I could, making sure I had her attention. Blood boil and several other spells went off in quick succession as I dodged and parried her attacks. I ignored their yelling; it didn't matter. What mattered was surviving this and moving on to the real prize. And that lay at the end of this journey into our capital city.
I saw the wolves drop and Grey began to pull Earthbreaker toward the hill. His group was soon out of my line of sight. I silently wished them good luck and focused on the Wavebinder. She laughed at me. "And what do you think you can do against us?" She crowed. "We are the rulers of the world! The rightful owners of Azeroth."
"Like I care." I responded, hitting Kardris hard in the gut. My blade didn't do much more than give her a bruise. "You're just in our way."
She gave me an incredulous look, then began to hit harder. I could tell she was wearing down; she was being assaulted from all sides by ranged and a single melee, after all. It also seemed like she was sharing in the damage that Haromm was taking as well. Perhaps we'd win this after all.
Then my world suddenly darkened and I began to feel strength ebbing out of my limbs. Cursing, I leaped out of the shadow vortex and pulled Kardris through it. Not surprisingly, she was unharmed, which told me that the dome of shadow was either hers, or Haromm's. I caught a glimpse of other domes and realized they'd formed where the others had been standing. I clenched my teeth and continued to beat Kardris down with my sword and spells, feeling healing magic course through me, and feeling my own healing spells bolster my strength. I dragged her toward where the cages were, avoiding the purple tornado that suddenly appeared and quickly rushing through the newest purple dome that appeared. And then, things seemed to go to hell.
All of a sudden, Wavebinder stopped in her tracks and raised her hand to the sky. There was a terrible grin on her face as she did it, so I knew something bad was coming.
"Niar!" I heard Sabaak yell. "Behind you!"
Since Wavebinder was stone still for the moment, I turned around and cursed. Slimes were popping up, appearing out of an acid rain that fell in an arc from Kardris to the area behind me. I ran over, dropping a blood boil circle on the slimes. They focused on me - and then were punctured full of holes by arrows and burned to vapor by fire as the hunters and warlocks turned on them to not only kill them, but lessen the pressure on me as I turned back to the Wavebinder. I kited her up the hill toward the entrance of the Valley, dodging more shadow domes and tornadoes as we went. Again, she paused to call out more slimes, and as she rejoined battle with me, I saw her stagger a little.
I grinned. I couldn't help myself. Between the assault we were making on her, and the assault Grey's team was making on her partner, they would be no match for us in a little while.
And then the ground turned dark red beneath me.
And I looked up to see a giant meteor coming my way.
"Shit." I said succinctly.
Kardris laughed and closed with me to try and keep me in place. I managed to evade her strikes and bolted out from that large shadow as quick as I could. Having no choice, she followed me. I nearly stumbled as the ground shook with the meteor's impact. I felt heat sear across my skin anyway, even though I was far enough away not to take a death blow. It still hurt, still made me flinch and stagger backwards as I fought to keep Wavebinder focused on me. She summoned more shadow domes, and more slimes, and as we made it to the base of the hill where Grey and the others fought, I saw Kardris glance up the hill.
I'm not sure what happened next. Between the latest meteor impact and the newest slimes, Kardris' attacks suddenly came faster and stronger, and it was all I could to do parry or dodge them, and get in strikes of my own. I realized that she must have used bloodlust. It was the only explanation. I saw Nph out of the corner of my eye quickly digging in his pack. He pulled out a drum and hit it. Hard. I felt power fill me as the drum's reverberations reached me. My strikes became harder, faster. I saw Kardris' face screw up in pain as spell and arrow and sword continued to hack at her with more power than before. She staggered.
I raised my rune blade and plunged it directly into her chest, right into her heart. Wavebinder stared at me, like she couldn't quite believe what was going on. So, slowly, I pulled my rune blade from her chest and let her stare at the blood coating the blade. It was the last thing she ever saw.
I wiped clean my rune blade and resheathed it, and then trudged up the hill with the others to rejoin Greymoon and his team, passing the corpse of Haromm as we did so. I noticed a trickle of blood on his chin, and smiled. Guess they shared more than just corrupt shamanism.
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