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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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General Nazgrim
Written to Demons by Imagine Dragons
Kyel - blood elf warlock - demonology
Once the two blind warriors had been dealt with, we continued on down the Drag and were immediately confronted by siege engines lobbing fireballs at us and an Orc commander that Grey quickly mauled while the rest of us blew up the engines. At the mouth of the cave leading down into the Cleft of Shadows, we paused to look at Xallion. "What should we do about him?" Nakti asked him.
'Him' was Gamon, who was chained to the tree we'd fought around. His eyes regarded us pleadingly, but Xallion just shrugged and said, "Leave him. We can come back for him."
"Suits me." I quipped, then followed the rest of the team down into the Cleft. We had to fight another group of dark shaman and then paused at the top of the path to regard the warlocks and dark shaman locked in a battle against a giant doom lord.
"So," said Niar, "do we help them?"
In response, I dismissed my felguard and jumped down the side of the cliff, landing in front of the cave that led deeper underground. I heard the others dismiss their pets and minions, and then they followed me off the cliff to the path below. And so, for the first time since we started this war, we managed to avoid one fight. One measly little fight out of countless fights and hours spent killing or avoiding being killed. One fight avoided, but as soon as we rounded the corner we ran smack into four Orc mages, who immediately started trying to kill us.
We didn't even give them a chance to regret their actions.
Once the mages were lying in pools of blood behind us, we started up the hill and found ourselves face to face with assassins. Not very good assassins, considering we had surprised them, and they all focused on one or two of us so the rest of us were free to murder them. I almost laughed at the irony of it all, but I didn't. At least, not out loud. When we were finally done with them, we crested the hill only to find the path filled by dark shaman and their healing totems. The whole fight was a pain in the ass, because we had to hang back and wait for Niarweaver to pull a shaman back to us, away from the others and their totems, so we could kill them. And they would be casting healing spells the entire time we were trying to kill them.
Eventually, we managed to beat down the shaman and came to the threshold of an opening into a wide chamber. And standing there, guarding the far end of the room, was General Nazgrim. The tension in the group was so thick I'm pretty sure we probably would've snapped if we were touched the wrong way. Up until now, everything we'd fought had been impersonal. We hadn't cared who it was we were giving a dirt nap; we just killed it and moved on. Now, though... Now it was a little more personal. We knew Nazgrim. We'd fought alongside him. Maybe we weren't friends, but we knew him well enough that fighting him would be our worst nightmare and then some.
But we stepped into the room anyway, and began the assault on the iron blades in front of us. Once they were gone, we focused on Nazgrim and the army in front of us. Nazgrim eyed all of us and readied his weapons. As soon as we were ready, Greymoon let out a roar and charged into the midst of them, jumping on Nazgrim as soon as he was close enough and sinking his teeth into Nazgrim's forearm as deep as he could. The rest of us began our assault, destroying the army in a matter of seconds and focusing on Nazgrim. I shifted out if the way as Grey lured Nazgrim away from the door he'd been guarding to the opposite side of the room, where he, Niarweaver, Helpfuldeath, and Sabaak whacked at him with their swords. Or claws. The rest of us stood at range, firing off spells and arrows as fast as we could.
Suddenly, Nazgrim leaped away from Greymoon toward Julip, and as soon as he landed, yellow shock waves spread out toward us. One of those waves ended under my feet, and I just barely got away in time before the ground where I'd been standing exploded.
Well.
"First wave!" I heard Schio cry out. "Mage, warrior, rogue!"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw them appear just as she said, and I saw Helpfuldeath's death grip go out toward the Mage, dragging it into the fray of the melee. I turned toward Julip and found she was under the assault of the rogue. It didn't last long - the rogue dropped dead just seconds after the Mage, my felguard's blade piercing the rogue's chest. The demon laughed as he turned his attention to the iron blade, the next target I ordered him to go after.
"Banner!" Xallion yelled over the din.
I turned toward the giant banner and calmly set it ablaze. Wood crackled and smoked as the fire ate it away, and before long it toppled to the ground, a pile of wood chips and burnt cloth. I heard Schio cry out again, and once again, my attention was diverted to the incoming fighters. In the midst of all this, I still had to avoid the shit on the ground and kill the banners Nazgrim dropped to empower himself. And then, just when I thought things were going well, Xallion suddenly yelled, "Stop attackin'!"
I cut off my spell and looked at him incredulously. "Why?" I asked, a little harsher than I intended. "We're winning."
Xallion looked at me. "'Cause he's in defensive stance, an' if anyone but tanks an' pets attack him, we get more shit ta deal with."
"Ah,"
Not the best of my replies, but it summed up everything. Still, we weren't about to be left standing around doing nothing. Nazgrim kept summoning mages, rogues, warriors, hunters, and shaman for us to play with, so between those and any banners he dropped, we were kept busy until he shifted stances again.
As soon as he shifted, we focused on Nazgrim, trying to bring him down. I released my imps and assumed my demonic form, launching spells at not only Nazgrim, but the iron blade up with him. We continued the cycle until Schio called out for the last wave, and we tore those three newest soldiers apart. I turned back to Nazgrim and prepared myself for the final assault on him. I wasn't surprised when he assumed his defensive stance, but I felt the bloodlust enter my veins and heard the battle cry from Xallion to burn Nazgrim down. I activated my demonic form again, summoned my imps and my doomguard, and ordered my felguard to tear Nazgrim apart. With my felguard raced Julip's and Nakti's beasts, and I saw Schio's doomguard join mine.
Nazgrim let out a bellowing call.
We became surrounded.
"Ignore dem!" Cried Xallion, his hands lifting in supplication for a healing rain over him, Julip, and Nakti. "Focus Nazgrim! Bring him down!"
Baring my teeth in a grin, I launched all the spells in my repertoire, hitting Nazgrim with everything I had. It didn't seem like enough - it never seemed like enough - but I saw him stumble, saw him go down on one knee. Niarweaver and Greymoon seized the opportunity and launched a salvo of attacks that Nazgrim couldn't hope to defend himself from, not when he was besieged on all sides by spell and sword and arrow.
He went down hard.
And didn't get back up.
Whatever his final words were, I didn't hear them, but my heart was a little heavy with the knowledge that Nazgrim had died for the dream of a monster. If this was what Garrosh's Horde was going to do to good people, then I was glad I was here to bring him down. Or die trying.
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