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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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Malkorok
Written to Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine
Nph - blood elf paladin - holy
It was a solemn departure from the chamber that had now become Nazgrim's tomb. With him gone, the door had opened, allowing us to take the elevator down below. I wasn't surprised that there was a secret base beneath Orgrimmar. When Garrosh had taken control, he'd changed the city from rocks and teamwork to iron and cruelty. It fit with his paranoia that there's be a secret hideaway that he'd run to when things began to look like he was on the losing end. There was also some sort of symmetry though, with him being in the bowels of the earth. It was like he was a viper, waiting for the right time to strike from his underground nest. Or, he was just waiting for his prey to come to him. And it would come.
We were on our way to kill him. We of Illuminatus were coming to him, slowly but surely, and destroying everything in our way to do it.
When the elevator reached the bottom, I followed the others off and down a long tunnel that opened up into a chamber filled with orcs. Warriors, wolf riders, snipers - Garrosh wasn't lacking for followers, or fodder for those who were coming after him. They'd slow us down, allow him and his men to prepare, but eventually we'd reach him and make him pay for what he'd done.
Since the mobs between us and the staircase to the next room weren't so tough, I conserved my mana and only healed when it was necessary. I was confident Xallion would be able to keep everyone up with minimal help on my part. Not that I didn't heal, I just wasn't trying very hard.
We managed to skirt a few groups, but we still carved a bloody path through this room and the one beyond it. When he reached the stairs we were careful not to attract the attention of the groups to the left. Why they didn't bother to stop us, I'll never know, but maybe they didn't think we'd make it past the next room and they'd be tossing our corpses to the wolves.
The long staircase took us through a small group of soldiers and across a wooden walkway. As I jogged up the next set of stairs, I hesitated slightly upon seeing just what - or who, rather - was waiting for us. The room was circular, almost like an arena setting. We positioned ourselves similar to the way we'd positioned ourselves for Immerseus, leaving one quadrant of the room open at Xallion's request. The fact that the creature waiting for us let us do it unnerved me. The fact that he let us get behind him unnerved me. The fact that he only laughed at us made me want to kick his ass.
Malkorok leered at those who were in front of him, a grotesque grin on his face.
I knew that Garrosh had done experiments with the Sha upon his followers, especially his warriors, seeking to make them more powerful. As far as I knew, all had failed, and those failed experiments had been... dealt with. But it seemed that one had succeeded, and it really didn't surprise me once I thought about it. Malkorok was as cruel as cruel could be, with a shriveled black heart that looked to violence to settle things. He was a bastard. A cold, calculating, shrewd, nasty bastard. And in his altered form, his outside finally matched his inside in ugliness.
I checked my mana potions, having a feeling I was going to need them. Xallion and I had already gone over our healing plan, and knew what to do in case one of us faltered or was trapped on one side of the room and out of range of someone.
Greymoon looked to Xallion, then charged.
Malkorok gave a nasty grin and focused on Grey, raising his hand to try and squash him. I threw a spell Greymoon's way and strengthened his shield as Malkorok beat on him. I sent out healing to those I could touch, strengthening the shields around them as they fought Malkorok either up close or at a distance. It wasn't difficult, as far as fights went, and Xallion's bloodlust helped me cast spells in quick succession that anyone who needed healing quickly got it. Then something hit me from the side, interrupting my spell casting and leaving my healing shield dented. I glanced to my left and saw a glowing orb just floating there, doing absolutely nothing.
Until I got knocked into it, and it knocked the breath out of me.
I picked myself up quickly to avoid bring caught in Malkorok's slam attack and dodged more orbs as I fought to find clear space. Then to make matters even worse, I suddenly found myself flying upwards. And I found myself thinking, God, this view sucks. Then I plummeted back down to the floor. I managed to shield myself in time to avoid breaking bones upon my landing, but as soon as my feet touched the floor, I knew I was in trouble. A purple blob had formed and was now looking at me like I was a tasty snack for it to eat. I gave a nervous laugh, then yelled, "Niar!" I tried to run, but it was like I was caught in molasses, and that purple thing was getting closer. Did it... did it have teeth?
Niarweaver turned to look at me, probably to snap at me, then spotted the purple thing about to eat my face. She snapped something at Grey, and taunted Malkorok to fight her. Grey charged to me, swiping at the purple blob. The moment it turned to look at him, I was free, and I found a relatively safe place to stand. Not that I stood there for every long, because soon the floor was starting to turn purple as Malkorok drew on the Sha's powers.
Xallion yelled, "Get in!"
And so we gathered in a tight group in the space we'd left clear, which was thankfully clear of orbs courtesy of Nakti's deterrence ability. I cast healing spell after healing spell on the tanks, doing what I could to keep them up, as well as dispelling those who were trapped by the corruption spell. As soon as the powers were gone, we resumed our positions again as Julip circled the room as fast as she could, clearing more orbs.
We fought hard. Malkorok fought harder.
I tried as hard as I could to keep him up, but Greymoon fell under Malkorok's onslaught. He was quick to revive, and the pillar of darkness told me one of the warlocks had used their soul stone to bring him back to life. I threw countless spells toward Greymoon, struggling to shield him when he taunted back off of Niarweaver. Again, we had to dodge bubbles to reach our safe zone, and this time we packed even tighter together. I shielded as many people as I could, healed as many people as I could. Something bad was going to happen, I just knew it. And it did. Malkorok started hitting Greymoon and Niarweaver as hard as he could without really making them red smears on the ground. I thought we were done for, because if even one person dropped, we were done. But then Malkorok stumbled. It was just a buckle of the knee, but it was a stumble nonetheless.
Chaos bolts flew in over my head. Imps shot fireballs from my immediate left while wolves, sporebats, core hounds, and cats clawed and bit at Malkorok's arms and legs. One even tried to go for his throat. Swords flashed in the scant light that glowed in the room, and an army of the dead clawed at Malkorok's flesh, sensing the weakness that we could see. I was panting at this point, feeling the drain of my mana acutely. Then Xallion activated his mana tide and I felt vitality enter my tired limbs. It was enough for me to cast the healing spells that I needed to to keep us alive, for the last stressful minutes of the fight.
Malkorok fell to his knees, Greymoon's teeth sunk deep in his throat. I threw a shielding spell around Grey to keep the rune blade howling in toward Malkorok's neck from slicing Grey. Greymoon released Malkorok and leaped back, just before Niarweaver's rune blade cut into Malkorok's neck and severed his spinal cord. I saw Sabaak's blade buried in Malkorok's left side, with Helpful's weapon caught just under Malkorok's rib cage. We stood there, frozen, and watched as the Sha-tainted Blackrock Orc shuddered his last breath and fell to the floor.
We waited. Malkorok didn't move.
"I think," panted Niarweaver, her deep voice sounding deeper than usual, "we should take a break."
"Agreed." Said Grey.
"I'm all for a rest," Schio said. "But not in here. Not with that."
"Let's move down the stairs," I suggested. "We can catch our breath."
With murmured assents, we picked ourselves up, retrieved our weapons, and continued deeper into the underground of Orgrimmar.
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