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20,000 Leagues Under the Sea	By : ShigeSato Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Farlin was frustrated beyond measure.
After having been subjected to a gruelling experience in which he was forced to ride a seahorse through the chasm, desperately clinging on for dear life, he had tamed the beast for his own. However, this didn't seem to mean much to it, as he was sure to have picked the most temperamental creature in the ocean and it bucked and twisted still and tried to go its own way. Fiercely he had to pull the reins back on course every time, and Jared would look back at him from his own, perfectly submissive creature and smirk. God, his smirk is adorable, Farlin thought as he wrestled his mount away from a piece of flotsam that had caught its attention and urged it forward. It snorted angrily but proceeded to catch up with the rest.
After about twenty minutes of this, Farlin's arms felt as though they were about to drop off from the sheer effort of pulling the strong creature about. He called out to Erunak. "How far away is Nespirah?"
The shaman glanced back at him and smiled. "You'll see her in a little while. She's hard to miss."
Farlin had no idea what to expect. He had rarely been outside the confines of Stormwind, apart from recently when the King had begun sending him on raids. He couldn't even imagine what a demi-god might look like, something so ancient it existed before even the elves did. He had never even seen a picture of one. His questions were answered as he forced his seahorse over the brow of a small hill and they all stopped to gaze in wonderment at Nespirah. She was vast – unspeakably vast – and covered in spines and ridges so she almost looked like part of the seafloor. The top of her shell was covered in glowing blue orbs that gave her a wondrous, ethereal glow, and vicious spikes prottuded from her body. Farlin could see her four large eyes glowing in the water, though they didn't seem focused on anything or anyone in particular. They looked sort of like fish eyes, yellowy brown with slitted pupils, but they were twice as big as him. He exhaled in pure amazement at the sight before him. And to think, the naga had enslaved such a beautiful thing and used it for harvesting precious gems! He felt rage rising within himself and had to push it back down before he exploded. He would help this poor, magnificent creature, and he would save his friends who were trapped inside her massive body.
The three riders looked at each other and, feeling a resolve settle inside him, Farlin pushed his mount forward. This time it raced away eagerly, bored from sitting still for so long. Jared and Erunak brought up the rear, and together they all approached the vast creature. Erunak stopped just before her massive eyeball and bowed, seeming to be communicating with her. Then he smiled gracefully and turned to the others. "She has allowed us entrance."
Then, motioning for them to follow, he swam round the side of Nespirah's head and began heading for a long pipe that stuck out from her body. Farlin assumed it was one of the creature's breathing passages, and followed the shaman inside. Jared hesitated, but allowed his seahorse to carry him forward. They had to dismiss the mounts once they were inside Nespirah, for the water simply dried up. Farlin was glad to be rid of his seahorse – irritating thing it was. It could go back to doing whatever it wanted to now, and he bore no sadness at its departure. Erunak's seahorse stayed dutifully put, ready to pick him up on the outward journey. The shaman petted it gently. "We will have need of you later, my friend. Make sure you are strong enough."
As they climbed the twisting passage, Farlin gazed at the pinkish walls of the tunnel. The flesh was clearly living, and he wondered if Nespirah in her vastness could even feel them walking along it, or if they were simply like three tiny ants on a giant's leg. Soon, they rounded a corner and emerged into the main body of the demi-god. It was like a huge, pink cavern, full of ridges and small hollows of flesh. The naga didn't notice them, busy as they were with extracting pearls and pulling them to and fro, but there were many, many of them, too many for Farlin to count, and he felt for the first time a sense of trepidation at the task ahead of them.
The air inside the beast was warm and humid, like a large greenhouse. Farlin wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and followed Erunak as he led them cautiously round the side of Nespirah, sticking to the inner wall of her tough shell and trying to remain unnoticed by the naga. Farlin felt an unwelcome jolt of excitement as Jared's arm brushed him lightly as they edged around the wall, but shook the feeling off almost immediately. They had a job to do.
Eventually they came to a small chamber in the side of Nespirah, arriving there with no incident. Erunak motioned them inside and followed them as they ran in, checking once more behind them. Then his poise relaxed totally as he strode into the main part of the chamber. "Duarn!" he called.
A tauren emerged from the other exit of the small room. "Erunak," he rumbled pleasantly. "And I see you have brought company."
"Indeed," Erunak replied. "They have as much business here as us."
"I imagine so," Duarn replied, studying them carefully. Then he turned to the back of the chamber. "This is Nespirah's brain. I have found a way to communicate with her using crabs captured from the naga. She tells us she is being suppressed still by the orb – we must destroy the naga, build a force from the slaves they have imprisoned here, and march on the top of her shell, where we must kill Overseer Idra'kess and restore her control. Then she will expel the rest of the intruders from her body, once we have had a chance to escape."
Farlin looked over at Jared, who returned his glance, and swallowed. They had a lot of work to do.
"I have heard of a disturbance on the south side of the shell," Duarn continued, looking at the pair of paladins. "You my want to go and investigate it."
Erunak said nothing, merely nodded to dismiss them and turned with Duarn to observe the brain and its electrical currents, leaving them to exit the brain chamber and explore Nespirah themselves and find their missing friends.
"So...which way do you want to go?" Jared whispered. He seemed edgy around the naga, unwilling to attract any attention.
"Let's head south and free slaves along the way," Farlin replied in a low tone. "We might as well start on the tasks Duarn mentioned, and whatever it is causing problems on the south part of the shell might be useful."
"Or it could kill us," Jared murmured pessimistically, but followed Farlin anyway as he headed towards the centre of the shell.
The first naga to notice them was a sturdy overseer, peering down into a small ridge where four slaves worked at the pearls. He glanced up for a second and saw the intruders rushing towards him, and hissed, drawing his thin blade. Before they knew it he was in front of them, baring his fangs, and Farlin shouted angrily to draw his attention before he hacked and slashed at his scaly skin. Jared, drawing his two-handed mace, crept around the back of the naga as he was busy with Farlin and cracked him over the skull. He fell senseless to the floor and the two men grinned at each other. They had perfected battling together during training sessions in Stormwind. As a team, they were virtually indestructible.
Farlin looked over the rim of the pit. "Come on up," he said to the frightened people. He scanned their faces but there was nobody he recognised. A small drop of disappointment weighted on him, but he knew he could not expect to find Taylor or Tamri on the very first area. There were more than a hundred slaves in this place. He helped up two stocky dwarves, a fragile human woman and an orc, who bowed to him before running off in the direction of the exit. The others looked at him as if waiting for instructions.
"We're heading to the south of the shell," Jared explained to the frightened people. "We're going to be killing naga on the way and freeing more of you. If you want to come with us, hoist your picks. If not," he said kindly, looking at the woman, "there is a safe place over there." He pointed to the entrance to the brain chamber. She looked up at him shyly and, nodding, ran to the refuge. The dwarves shouldered their pickaxes and, with a determined expression, followed the two paladins as they fought their way across the room.
An hour later, there was still no sign of Tamri or the captain. Jared had a nasty cut on his arm which looked to be getting infected, a bluish-purple gunge collecting around the edges, and Farlin was worn from the humidity and his splitting headache – a naga had cracked him over the head with the butt of its sword. They had freed dozens of people, some Horde, some Alliance, and those of the Horde had all left them, not being able to understand their motives or their actions. Of the Alliance prisoners, about half had stayed to help their little crusade, while the others had sought out the shamans for healing and safety. Panting, Farlin peered ahead of them and saw the far wall rising above the pillars of flesh that supported the massive creature. Smiling, he nudged Jared, careful to avoid his injury. "Nearly there," he said wolfishly.
Jared chuckled humourlessly. "If we get there in one piece!"
They set off once more, systematically eradicating the naga. There had been no casualties among their small militia, only a few minor injuries which Farlin had been able to patch up easily with a touch of holy power. Some were clearly getting tired, though, as they were not battle-trained, and he had to accept that soon they would have to stop. He hoped to reach the southern part of the shell within the next hour, and then they could deal with whatever the disturbance was, and head back to Duarn for their next instruction.
Soon, though, Farlin and Jared came across the last small pit of slaves before the outside part of the shell rose up and the pearl mines ended. They could see picket spikes in the distance and thought the naga may have cordoned off the south area. Farlin began to help the little collection of people out of the ridge, and then he heard a voice he recognised, and looking down saw Tamri holding up his hand. He cheered at this, indicating the elf to Jared, and after they had hoisted him out of the rut they both hugged him at once, overjoyed to find him at last. He seemed to be healthy, if a little weary, and was just as pleased to be reunited with the two men. "I didn't know if you were coming. Everything happened very quickly – there were many, many naga, and they carried us all off. I was knocked unconscious and woke up in here, and immediately put to work. That was three days ago. I was storing my power, ready to escape – but now I see that was unnecessary." He smiled.
Farlin and Jared both grinned. "Of course we were coming – you saved both our lives," Farlin said with a smile. "Men of the Light don't take that kind of a debt lightly."
Tamri said nothing, simply smiled back. Jared looked between the two, confused, but said nothing.
"Let's get going," Farlin said, turning to face the rest of the slaves, who had all sat down in tiredness. "We'll crest that ridge, and follow the rim of the shell to where those spikes have been put up. We need to find out what's going on there. After that, you can all rest. Jared and I are very grateful for your help. You've all done a great service to the Alliance and to the Light."
Seeming bolstered by this, the militia rose, hoisted their weapons once more, and set off after the two men and Tamri. They climbed unsteadily up the ridge at the back of the shell, but once they were up the air was much cooler in the shadow of the curved wall. They stuck to the very edge of Nespirah until they came upon the pickets, and then Farlin motioned for their soldiers to wait. He, Jared and Tamri crept closer and closer until they could peer around the small corner, and what greeted them was another welcoming sight. Captain James Taylor and a small contingent of shirtless, combat-ready soldiers were poised to attack. They had set up a little camp within the spikes, and had bundles of supplies and food stockpiled at the base of the wall.
"Captain Taylor," Tamri said, stepping out from their hidden position. The men whirled round and raised their fists, ready to defend their commander, but Taylor broke into a grin. "Stand down. He's a friend." He walked over to the elf and clasped his hand. "How did you manage to find us?"
"Actually," Farlin said, stepping out, "we did."
"Farlin! Jared!" Taylor exclaimed, as the other paladin followed Farlin's lead. "You came back, then? Where is Erunak? Did he live?"
"He's fine," Farlin replied. "He and Duarn are on the other side of Nespirah – they have formed a plan of attack. Duarn heard of a "small disturbance" at the south side of the shell and sent us to investigate. We...helped a few people on the way." He signalled to his soldiers and cautiously they all emerged from various hiding places to Taylor's astonished face. "That's how we found Tamri here. There are plenty more of us waiting with the shaman in the brain room."
"Not bad, Farlin," Taylor said, sizing him up. "You might make a fine leader of men one day."
"Oh, it wasn't all me," he said, feeling a little guilty, and pointed to Jared. "Jared did most of the real fighting."
The other paladin blushed. God, he looked adorable when he blushed. "I only helped, really."
"Well whoever it was, you've helped our position immeasurably," Taylor said. "We were the source of the...ahem...disturbance." He gestured past the pickets to where dozens of slain naga lay around the pearls they had mined. "We broke out and rebelled. One of them managed to raise the alarm, so we had a lot on our hands. We thought the creature we're in was asleep, so we tried to wake it up by attacking its more sensitive spots – but it didn't do anything, so we came back to camp to formulate a new plan for working our way across the shell. Then you showed up and made our lives a lot easier."
Farlin laughed. "We should get back to the shaman. They'll coordinate us for the final attack on Idra'kess – then Nespirah can take care of the rest of them."
It took them much less time to work their way back across Nespirah to the brain room. With the soldiers and Taylor in tow, any naga they encountered was quickly put to rest, while Tamri's magic surrounded them in protective shields made of pure mana energy. In about an hour, half the time it had taken to battle their way there, they had managed to make it back to the chamber. Proudly, Farlin and Jared took the lead as they strolled into the room, followed by nearly thirty slaves, soldiers and Taylor and Tamri bringing up the rear of their little patrol.
Erunak and Duarn applauded as they saw the success of their mission. "Good work, young ones," Duarn rumbled appreciatively.
The militia dropped to the floor beside their less battle-ready comrades and rested, drinking and eating the refreshments Tamri conjured up for them. Farlin, Jared, Taylor, Erunak and Duarn stood in a huddle by the brain, joined by the mage once he had finished tending to their allies.
"We have some strong men and women there," he observed in his deep voice. "They will be useful in the coming battle."
"Indeed," Erunak agreed. "We have been communicating with Nespirah, and she had warned us of Idra'kess's power. She has told us that if you manage to weaken the naga leader, she can help you finish her off."
"Excellent," Taylor interjected. "Who will be leading the force?"
"You," Farlin replied, before anyone could nominate him. He didn't feel ready to lead a whole battle force, and besides, Jared had done as much as he to free the slaves. "You're a seasoned captain and commander – who better to lead us into a fight?"
Taylor grinned. "Very well."
Half an hour later, they were all assembled and healed, and the cut on Jared's arm had been bandaged and sewn by Tamri. The final assault would be led by Captain Taylor, and they would storm the naga in her chamber at the top of Nespirah's shell. First the Alliance force would initiate the battle, to distract the naga, and while she was dealing with them, Tamri and Farlin would sneak round to the left, and Jared and Taylor to the right, and they would creep behind her and force the assault. The shaman would not be joining them in the fight, as they would remain in contact with Nespirah, preparing for her intervention. When she awoke and destroyed Idra'kess, they would rally to the remainder of the force and escort them from the body of the demi-god in time to escape her wrath.
"Follow, men! Today we destroy the naga, and we take back our freedom!" Taylor yelled, and marched out of the chamber, the soldiers falling into ranks behind him. All the freed slaves were in the force, even those who had been unwilling to fight earlier, inspired by Taylor's leadership and the thought of taking out the leader. They marched up to the tunnel, and through the twisting passageway, exiting into a large chamber.
The orb glowed ominously in the middle of the room, and the Overseer was situated at the back, her focus only on the object, flanked by two spellcasters. They noticed the intrusion immediately and shrieked in their race's fashion, beginning to charge up harmful spells. The infantry roared and charged into the fight, quickly dispatching the two weaker naga and pulling the Overseer away from the orb. As soon as she turned her focus away, Farlin felt the floor beneath his feet begin to rumble. He smiled. Nespirah was waking up.
He looked over at Tamri, who was waiting for Taylor's signal. The commander glanced over at them and nodded – the mage began to creep forward, masked by the shadows. Farlin followed suit, sneaking next to the powerful elf. He could see Taylor and Jared on the other side of the chamber, and he found himself praying they would survive.
Their entrance to the fight was short and brutal. Idra'kess was already overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who were attacking her. Farlin sliced open her spiny back with his blade, and she hissed in pain and swung to face him, claws rising up to cast a spell. Just as she was about to finish channelling, Farlin saw Jared yell and come to his defence, mace flying through the air as he winded her, interrupting her spellcasting and stunning her momentarily. As she was recovering, Tamri was charging up a powerful fire spell, but as he released it, her eyes glinted and she threw up a shield around herself. Tamri's spell reflected back onto him and, before he could do anything, slammed into his chest. His eyes widened in shock and pain as the fire burnt him, and he was thrown backwards into the wall. Farlin yelled in angst and fear for his friend, and tried futilely to slash at the Overseer's shield. She laughed, high and cold, at his vain efforts. Jared and Taylor stood by, shocked and listless in the face of Tamri's fate.
Just then, a massive shudder reverberated through the chamber, and the fleshy ground beneath them bubbled and groaned as living pieces of Nespirah rose up from her shell. Idra'kess screamed and slithered back towards her orb, but it was no use – Taylor jumped in the way of her, regaining control, and smashed it to pieces with his shield. The ground literally turned sideways at the final loss of control and they were all thrown backwards into the wall. Farlin was thrown next to Tamri, who was groaning and twisting. Nespirah was taking her vengeance on the naga who had enslaved her – they could hear the cries of the naga below them as they were smothered by her power.
"Farlin..." Tamri said weakly, and the paladin turned to his friend. "Take this." He pulled a small object out of a pocket in his robe, and thrust it into Farlin's hand. "Take it...to Elanna. She lives in Darnassus. Tell her...I always loved her..."
"Tell her yourself!" Farlin shouted, his eyes brimming with tears. He refused to accept Tamri was dying. "You can take it to her when we get out of here!" He tried to shove the item back at the elf, but he just smiled calmly and shook his head.
"I go to Elune, now, paladin," he said, and settled back, his face pale. "Farewell."
"NO!" Farlin yelled, tears now spilling across his face. "Not like this...not like this!" He was rambling now, he knew it, but he couldn't help himself. He could not just allow the elf to die. The elf who had saved his future, who had made him accept his destiny, and who had trusted him to the end. He could not accept that he was gone.
Suddenly, Erunak's face appeared beside his tear-stained one. "Come, Farlin, we must leave now! Nespirah awakens!"
He allowed himself to be picked up by the shaman and led away from the corpse of Idra'kess, down the tunnel and back across Nespirah's shell. He blearily realised that Taylor had been injured, and was being carried by Duarn, while Jared followed the tauren doggedly. So everyone else had lived. At least his prayers for Jared had come true. He thought of Tamri's body, lying in the chamber, about to be engulfed by Nespirah's vengeance, and he cried out. "We have to go back...for Tamri!"
"We cannot," Erunak said, never slowing his pace. "He is gone, and we are, as yet, still here. Let us not sacrifice ourselves for the dead."
They reached the passageway that marked the exit of Nespirah's body, and Erunak's seahorse was waiting patiently for them. It whinnied at their arrival, and Farlin found himself and Jared pushed onto the mount, and suddenly they were being whisked away. Erunak and Duarn, still holding Captain Taylor, were close behind them. He looked back and saw Nespirah, her blue orbs awakened fully, her eyes focused and intelligent. She seemed to be thanking them, but Farlin was filled with sorrow, and could not indulge the feeling of victory. He dropped his head to Jared's back and wept.
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