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Adventures of Illuminatus: Blackrock Foundry	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Iron Maidens
Written to Bang Bang by Jessie J, Arianna Grande, Nicki Minaj
After climbing out of the water and heading up the platform, the fighters of Illuminatus fought their through a decent wave of orcs, both guards and workers. When their enemies were dead, they took a few minutes to wring water out of their clothes and try to dry their armor by several campfires. Fighting it wet clothing when not given a choice was one thing, but no one wanted to end up with their skin rubbed raw by wet, clingy cloth when they didn’t have to. When they were all relatively dry, Greymoon and Xandyr caught the attention of any remaining workers, who decided engaging the group was a bad idea only after they were corpses on the floor.
“Anyone else notice that giant ship over there?” Julip said, pointing.
“Yeah, about that.” Cosmodru pointed to two of the occupants on the ship who finally noticed that their minions had met their end. As soon as the last minion fell, the two figures leaped from the ship over to the platform the group stood on, leaving them facing three female orcs. “They’re the ones we have to fight.”
“Plus, some of ya are gonna have ta go over ta dat ship.” Xallion said. Everyone turned to look at him, faces set in expressions of ‘not me!’ as they stared at the shaman. Xallion pointed to Cosmodru. “You be in charge o’ dat group.”
“All right.”
As Cosmodru set about choosing the people who would be going over to the Dreadnaught, Xallion began to explain the fight to the entire group. “Dey don’t share a health pool, so our top priority is ta make sure dey all go down at de same time. When dey reach a certain point, dey gonna gain anuddah ability dat’s gonna make de fight a little bit harder. At dat point, we can take ‘em down one at a time. De fight’ll get progressively easier den.”
“Also, one of them’s gonna jump over to the ship. The group going over will have to kill some adds, and then stop the bomb loader.” Cosmodru said. “Then we jump back and target another one, and the process starts over until they take too much damage.”
“There are a few other abilities we have to look out for too,” said Schio. As she explained them, the group slowly moved to the right side of the room. The ranged stood together in a clump while the melee joined Xandyr and Greymoon closer to the center of the platform. When everyone was ready, the two tanks charged the three orcs standing before them.
The group’s first target was Ga’ran. Her companions caught the edges of attacks, but they weren’t sustaining as much damage as Ga’ran was. It felt like chaos amongst the fighters of Illuminatus, having to leave their group if they were targeted by a rapid fire, or hurrying to get to the marked area behind Greymoon to be able to survive the blood ritual with minimal damage. This pattern continued until Ga’ran leaped toward the Dreadnaught. The team going over broke for the giant hooks that hung above the space where they fought, and grabbed hold of them to swing over.
In the meantime, the group left to deal with Marak and Sorka were focused on bringing down Marak, as well as dodging bombs that the Dreadnaught shot over. It was like playing a sick game of dodgeball, only you had to avoid getting blown up rather than throwing the bombs back. When the Dreadnaught’s bomb launcher was deactivated, the ship team were thrown back to the rest of the group. They had to avoid the last wave of bombs, but they rejoined their groups and continued the attack on Marak until Xandyr called for them to attack Sorka.
This round they had to deal with one new attack - the penetrating shot. While they were grouped together, it was easy to intercept the shot with bodies, minimizing the damage that the target would sustain. The hunters and mages were able to use their feign death and ice-block abilities respectively to avoid the damage, allowing the rest of the raid to focus on dealing damage to their enemies and avoid sustaining more wounds themselves. When the Dreadnaught became active again, the ship group once more headed over, leaving the others to deal with, not just the bombs and the rapid fires, but the penetrating shots as well. This time, the paladins saved the lives of those who were targeted by the penetrating shots, shielding them from harm while allowing the target to avoid the explosions and the bombs falling on their heads.
When Marak returned from the ship, the group’s attention was on Sorka, trying to make sure she was sustaining the same damage as her companions. When Sorka went over to the Dreadnaught, the ship group went over again, leaving the rest of the group to repeat their actions over again.
When the ship group, and Sorka, returned to the battlefield this time, everyone knew that something had changed. All of a sudden, the three orcs started hitting Greymoon and Xandyr harder, and Ga’ran leaped away from her sisters toward another area of the battlefield. There, she dropped a turret that spat out fireballs in a ever-widening circle.
“Melee stay away from the turret!” Schio yelled before anyone could get close to Ga’ran. “Ranged, take it down!” Her own chaos bolt echoed her words, slamming into the turret and breaking off a small piece. As the ranged turned toward the turret, the melee turned their attention to Marak, working to take her down first. The fight repeated in this manner until the group had taken down Marak, and then their attention focused on Ga’ran.
“I really, really, really hate these fuckin’ turrets!” Thanatoss shouted as he narrowly dodged a fireball headed his way. He rushed Ga’ran, swinging his weapon toward her as hard as he could. Before he could land another hit on her, she leaped away, planting another turret again. Thanatoss let out a bellow of rage and turned his attention onto Marak since she was in close range to him. When Ga’ran returned, his sword bit into her flesh, drawing a bright line of red on her skin. She cursed at him, and he cursed back at her.
True to Xallion’s word, the fight did get progressively easier once Marak was down and they only things they had to worry about were dodging the turrets and whatever else the two remaining Maidens threw at them. Ga’ran didn’t last long under the constant assault, because after the turrets were dealt with, the ranged quickly returned to firing spells and arrows at her. She took the brunt of the fury of the melee and the ranged, all of which were pissed at her for dropping those turrets and forcing them to split their power in half. When she fell, Sorka was the only one left to deal with. Without the turrets to dodge or kill, Sorka was the focus for all the fury the fighters of Illuminatus had. It didn’t take long for her corpse to fall on the floor, joining those of the other two Maidens.
Even as Blackhand’s voice rang out around them, full of fury and hatred, the warriors of Illuminatus were already moving toward the right-hand side of the room. Despite the wounds sustained in this fight, there seemed to be a spring in their step. Only one more fight separated them from Blackhand now.
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