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Adventures of Illuminatus: Blackrock Foundry	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Operator Thogar
Written to One Reason by Deadman Wonder Band (Deadman Wonderland Opening))
They headed back through the forge area and back to the elevator. As they arrived on the top floor of the Foundry, they headed back toward the right side of the room, going past the hall that they had gone down to face Oregorger and Gruul. They went past the room that held Beastlord Darmac’s corpse. They stood in the center of the hall, barely able to see through the door to the room beyond.
They rushed the unsuspecting orcs guarding the hall and made sure those orcs wouldn’t be getting back up. As they entered the room, continuing the fight against more guards, there were sounds of expletives and awe and shock escaping them now and again. The room was a train depo, with four lanes of tracks and more trains blowing through than they could count. On the far side of the room stood another massive orc, who was ordering the trains to go here and there, and to get supplies off them faster than a normal creature could move. There was no mistaking that orc for anyone other than Operator Thogar.
When they finished off the guards, the last of the trains had been sent on its way, leaving the four tracks clear and empty. The room seemed unnaturally quiet without the noise of the trains, and their footsteps seemed unnaturally loud because of that silence.
“So, beyond not getting run over by trains,” Digitz started, glowering at Cosmodru, “what do we do?”
“Beyond not getting run over by trains, you kill that guy.” Xandyr said, pointing at Thogar.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Sort of.” Xallion broke in. “We gotta dodge trains, and kill him, but we also gotta kill a few otha’ guys. Eventually, he gonna get reinforcements we gonna have ta kill. One’s gonna be a fire-mender, and de otha’ is gonna be called a Grom’kar Man.”
Thanatoss snorted. “Grom’kar Man?”
“Hey, I didn’t pick de names, man.”
“So we kill them when they show up, but otherwise dodge trains and kill Thogar?” Digitz asked.
“Pretty much.”
“Beyond the other obvious stuff, anyway.”
“Yup.”
Digitz nodded and looked over at Jaycie. She gave him a thumbs-up and a wink.
After a few more moments of discussion, and setting up colored markers to make movement more streamlined between the train tracks. They prepared themselves the best they could, drinking flasks, eating food, adhering soul-stones to Greymoon and Xandyr, and then when there was nothing more they could do, they gave the all clear signal to the tanks and readied themselves for their newest battle. To say that they weren’t nervous was an understatement, but the group had been through worse scrapes together than speeding trains and had come out relatively unscathed. With any luck, this would be the same.
Greymoon charged Thogar and latched onto the orc’s arm to drag him back to the second track closest to the entrance of the room, holding him there while everyone else scattered around him on the same track, keeping careful watch on the doors on either side of the room. The ranged kept their distance from the melee after a void zone opened up on the floor, the result of a bomb. It drew whoever stood in it toward the center, dealing more and more damage the longer one stood in it. It quickly became clear - even without the help of Thanatoss’ cursing - that those mines were better off being thrown somewhere at range, requiring only the casters and hunters to move when needed.
The first and second trains blew by them without injuring anyone, though the wake of their passing buffeted them all, snapping at their clothes and threatening to bowl them over from the sheer wind alone. They could even feel the heat from the train’s wheels as it passed by them on either side, leaving the air hot and causing sweat to break out on their skin even faster than it would have normally.
They found it was easy to avoid the trains, either by listening to the voice of either Xallion or Schio, or by watching the doors of the tracks they happened to be on. It was an odd little dance they were forced to do, especially when the fire-mender and the Grom’kar Man appeared to aid Thogar in the fight. Between those two and the random reinforcements that were called in to help as the trains blew through, the fight was actually easy compared to the other fights they had survived through so far. The pattern of the trains remained the same, and save for a few extra things they had to contend with, the fight was quite entertaining.
Operator Thogar was a mess of injuries by the time they returned to the first track they had started with. Blood smeared the floor, as did the bodies of the reinforcements. The trains still continued to blow through, not caring who or what was stuck beneath their wheels. Body parts were cut off and flung into the air, or were simply crushed under the heavy wheels of the trains. It made the dance a little more difficult but not impossible, since it didn’t take long for bodies to become mush. They only had to worry about where they put their feet, the bombs tossed their way by the cannons, and of course, the incoming trains so that they didn’t end up dead themselves.
Thogar’s energy was running out almost as fast as his blood. Any injury he gave was quickly healed by someone’s magic, leaving the fighters surrounding him whole and healthy even as he became more and more worn down. The tendons in his leg became severed when a lucky claw or dagger got close enough to tear the skin and muscles beneath. When he went to the ground, there were bloodthirsty blades waiting for his back. Thanatoss reared back to avoid Thogar’s flailing arms, the orc’s final attempt to get the melee away from him and get back to his feet. His attempt failed, though, as he came under quick assault by blade, claw, and spell. The orc collapsed to the ground, sprawled on his stomach across the rail, the light in his eyes leaving soon enough.
With Operator Thogar’s death, the trains stopped coming through the doors. Just to be safe, though, the group quickly got off the tracks and back onto the platform. They watched the tracks for a second, almost as if they were studying the tracks and how close they had come to death each time a train had blown through.
“Hey, did anybody notice this box over here?” Griddlecake asked, already opening the chest and rummaging around in it. He came out with a sack of gold and a handful of blackrock ore. “Some nice stuff in there.”
“Leave it to the rogue to find gold,” Kalahandra said.
“Now where do we go?” asked Riotstrasza. Xallion pointed. “Oh, hell no. I’m done jumping down mysterious holes in the ground!”
“Just do it.” Xallion said, and jumped down the hole himself.
“Just don’t turn water-walking on or anything!”
Xallion’s laugh echoed up to them, followed by a loud splash as he hit the water below.
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