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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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The Blast Furnace
Written to Why Does the Sun Shine by They Might Be Giants
After jumping down the ledge and heading back up to the elevator, the group headed back toward the hall that led down to where Gruul and Oregorger had once been. For a moment they stood on the upper walkway, staring down at the giant furnace that they could see below. Every once in a while, a great pulse of heat would wash through the room, so hot that they could almost feel it on their skin. They also saw orcs and ogron, all of which were working the furnace in some way. And caged within the furnace was a giant fire elemental, the source of the power of the Foundry.
They hung a left down the path that circled down to the floor below. Once there, they only had to kill one monster before the whole of the Blast Furnace was available to them. They stood staring at the massive construct that was the Furnace, gaping at what had been wrought by Blackhand.
“Okay,” started Xandyr, “this fight is three phases. Phase one, we need close those doors over there. See where the bellows are? We have to use the bombs that are placed on us and that we pick up to close them. We need to make sure they go down at the same time, so we don’t get any more bellows-workers, got it? Second phase, some shaman are going to come out and try to keep the elemental in there chained. We have to kill them, but they’re going be guarded by whatever’s left over from the first phase, along with the stone elementals and the fire-callers that come out to heal them. We need to kill all four of them in order to start the last phase, which is when we fight that” - he pointed toward the giant fire elemental caged within the furnace - “and when we bring it down, we win.”
“And all we have left is Blackhand.” said Erethor.
“Exactly.”
“So, we split into two teams to take down each side and then we all group back up together for the second and third phase of the fight.” Scrimbocos said.
Xandyr nodded. “Pretty much how it goes, yeah.”
They took a few minutes splitting into two groups, and made sure they had refreshed their flasks and soul-stones and food before they started to approach their respective sides. There seemed to be a collective deep breath taken before Xandyr charged forward, taking Foreman Feldspar with him toward the left hand side with his group, while Erethor and his group went right.
“If you have a bomb, make sure you detonate it on the heat regulator!” Schio yelled over the din, sending her spells toward the current target, which was a giant ogron, operating the bellows.
“Pick up the bombs that the engineers drop too!” yelled Scrimbocos, pointing at a sack of bombs sitting alone on the floor before he swooped into action, the monk moving to heal the wounded members of his team.
As soon as the bellows operator fell, the left group’s attention turned to Foreman Feldspar, the security guards, and the engineers, trying to bring them down while the right side dealt with whatever was attacking them. It seemed too soon before another set of bellows operators leapt down from above, but they were quickly brought down before they could begin to do their jobs.
Roffls inhaled sharply as the floor suddenly began to glow beneath him. The Pandaren monk stared down at the floor, feeling the searing heat on his paws. Too late did he realize he needed to move away, jumping away from the rupture that surged beneath him. He wasn’t alone, others gasping as they realized they were about to have their lower extremities burned off. The ruptures were all over the place, making it difficult for Xandyr and Erethor to move without sustaining more damage than they were already taking. Still, now that the fighters knew what to look out for, they were able to react accordingly, running toward the edges of the room to allow the rupture to appear without hindering anyone else fighting.
They realized something was different as soon as the last bomb went off to close the final heat regulator. The fire elemental once trapped inside the furnace was moving forward, which was their first clue that the phases were changing. The two groups quickly began to move toward each other, still fighting with their enemies in order to bring them down. Those who were afflicted with rupture still moved off to the side to allow it to explode without impeding anyone else. Foreman Feldspar fell beneath the trampling feet of the Illuminatus raiders, his death unnoticed save only for the fact the damage he dealt had stopped.
Their focus now turned to the primal elementalists, who were working to contain the Heart of the Mountain. It became clear that the elementalists were immune to any of their attacks, so they had to change their tactics some.
“Thana!” Schio called, as the tauren warrior turned to face the slag elemental attacking him, “Kite that thing onto the elementalist!”
Thanatoss didn’t respond to her words with a signal, instead moving toward his target as directed. The moment the slag elemental was on top of the shielded primal elementalist, the damage dealers turned to the elemental to bring it down as fast as they could.
“Attack the elementalist now!” Xandyr yelled as he saw the orc’s shield come down. As if to accentuate his words, there came a flurry of attacks from spell and sword, blood and flesh flying as the fighters focused down their target.
Now that they knew what to do, there was less verbal instruction, save to direct whoever was targeted by the slag elemental to the next primal elementalist. Between the firecallers, who were focused down and interrupted to prevent them casting a healing spell on a primal elementalist, and the security guards whose shields provided more of an annoying obstacle than anything else, the fighters focused on bringing down one primal elementalist at a time. They also dealt with being targeted by the Volatile Fire spell the firecallers used on them, moving away from their companions to avoid hurting them with the spell.
When the last primal elementalist fell, the Heart of the Mountain let out a bellow as the chains binding it came free. As if sensing the fight was nearing its end, Goshen unleashed his blood lust ability, filling his companions with extra strength and speed to allow their weapons and spells to swing faster and hit harder. Though the Heart of the Mountain was their primary target, the fighters used a scant few seconds to bring down the last of the firecallers and security guards. As soon as the firecallers and security guards were dead and laying in pools of their own blood and viscera on the floor, every damage dealer turned their attention to the giant elemental that was focused on Xandyr and Erethor.
The final phase was quite messy, all things considered. Between the blasts of searing heat that the Heart of the Mountain unleashed, the fighters quickly found themselves affected with a spell that was similar to the rupture they faced in the beginning of the fight. It seemed as though those affected with the spell panicked slightly, and the pools of molten floor material were scattered everywhere, limiting the places they could move safely. It took a minute for the newest victims of the melt spell to realize that they needed to treat it just like the rupture - moving off to the edge of the room and allowing the spell to drop off there, instead of in their paths of movement.
They were almost to the left side of the room once more when the Heart of the Mountain suddenly began to sway from side to side. There wasn’t any way for the fighters could tell if the elemental was actually dying, or was about to die, but they did notice that the Heart of the Mountain began to slow down some, as if something inside it was beginning to solidify. Suddenly, it reared back, bellowing with the primal fury only an elemental could have. Its arms reached toward the sky and then -
BOOM
The Heart of the Mountain exploded, and the searing heat that blasted out of its remains made some lift their arms to shield their faces from the heat.
As the room began to cool, the fighters of Illuminatus looked upon the remains of the Heart of the Mountain. From somewhere within the depths of the Foundry, they could hear Blackhand’s voice ringing out, full of fury.
“I guess we’re going after him now,” whispered Erethor, as if he couldn’t quite believe that they had come so far.
“Looks like it.” Xandyr responded, looking back up the path that would take them back to the main floor. Already a few of the team were beginning to trudge back up the path, taking it slow and taking their time.
“I can’t believe it’s almost over.” said Jaycie. She brushed a bit off ash off her skirt and followed after Digitz.
“I can,” said Schio. “But I also can count on more crap appearing that we’re going to have to deal with. There’s no such thing called rest for the weary, you know.”
“That’s why the dwarves invented alcohol.”
“So we’re forced to pass out into unwanted drunken stupor-naps?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Schio made a noise and followed after Jaycie and Digitz, and the rest of the fighters of Illuminatus eventually made their way back up to the main floor of the Foundry, knowing the end of their struggle was coming.
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