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Adventures of Illuminatus: Highmaul	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kargath Bladefist
Written to My Songs Know What You Did Last Night (Light 'em Up) by Fall Out Boy
“Whoa...”
There were similar whispers of amazement, even a few select expletives, but they all described what the large group of Horde was feeling as the elevator brought them up into a giant arena. When the elevator locked, they slowly stepped off the elevator into the rear of the arena, staring up at the stands filled with orcs and ogres.
“This is so cool!” Jaycie clapped her hands together, grinning up at the towering stands above the sands.
Digitz eyed her with a small smile of his own. “You realize we’re here to fight, not to visit.”
“Whatever.”
Around the two, others moved. Xallion rose to his full height and peered up at the two ogres that stood in an announcer’s box above the arena, studying them for a moment before the troll shaman looked away at the area they were now locked in. He studied the four skulls set into the ground, then looked up at the far gate and studied that too. He crouched down and ran his fingers over the sand, noticing blood stains under the fresh layer of sand that had been laid down to cover the blood. He dusted off his hands and rose, looking over at the people who had joined him in this crazy endeavor.
Standing around him was a team that he’d fought with for a long time. They had gone through so much together, had created their own little family within the wide world of Azeroth, and now Draenor. They had even gained new friends through the long months of trying to outsmart and outmaneuver the Iron Horde, and now those friends stood with them all, adding their strength and power to the already incredible arsenal the guild of Illuminatus boasted.
Another troll broke from the group he’d been standing with, moving over to Xallion. This troll was a druid, and the way he moved proved he engaged in the feral side of the druid training. Instead of the lanky way trolls usually moved, his movements were more graceful, more fluid, like the cat whose shape he would assume when they finally went into battle.
“Cos,” Xallion greeted.
“Xal,” Cosmodru nodded back at him. “See anytin’ interestin’?”
“Besides sand an’ more sand? No, not really.”
“Ya got a plan as how we gonna do dis?”
“Yeah. In theory.” Xallion rose and was about to call the group to gather when the gate at the opposite end of the arena screeched open. From it came a saberon and two ogres, all three staring at the group across from them with bloodlust in their eyes. “Well. Shit.”
“Weren’t expectin’ that were ya?” Cos asked with a grin.
Xallion looked at Cos for a long minute. He shook his head and looked over his shoulder at Greymoon, who stood discussing something with his tanking companion, Xandyr. The blood elf paladin was nodding to something the Tauren was saying, replied softly, then drew his sword and shield. Greymoon took a step back and assumed his bear form. He looked at Xallion, who nodded, and the bear let out a warning roar before he charged in at the saberon and ogres. Behind him was Xandyr, followed by a string of melee, pets, and demons as the ranged followed the unspoken order.
The fighting went on for a handful of minutes. The clamor was so loud that they could barely hear the words the two ogres in the announcer’s box, but the words really didn’t matter. When the saberon finally fell, they regrouped in their original position at the other end of the arena. They all knew that the trial wasn’t over yet. After all, the saberon and his ogre flunkies had been too easy to deal with. Thanatoss wandered over to Schio and noticed she was staring up into the stands, her green eyes focused on the shadows of the highest tier of the arena. He nudged her shoulder with a gauntleted fist to get her attention.
“Sup?” he asked.
“Ah, not much.” Schio replied. She turned and raised her hands skyward, her eyes closing a bit as she concentrated on her spell. A second later, a glowing soul-well appeared before her. “We’re just gonna have so much fun today.”
“Really?”
“Kargath is up there. Pretty sure he’s gonna come down here and try to wipe the floor with us.”
Thanatoss looked up toward the stands and the orc warrior smirked. “Bring it.” He grabbed a handful of health stones and returned to his original position even as Kargath leaped into the arena.
The group only half-listened to what was being said as they prepared themselves for the first fight that would determine the rest of their time in Highmaul. If they would survive to continue on. If they would be forced to retreat and regroup, or if they would be able to bull ahead. When Xallion confirmed that everyone was ready to go - or as ready as they would ever be in a life or death situation - he looked at Greymoon and Xandyr.
“On ya two.” the shaman said softly.
Greymoon’s ears twitched forward and back. His claws dug furrows in the sand. Beside him, Xandyr tensed and prepared to charge, waiting for his cue from the Guardian druid.
With a roar, Greymoon charged in, leaping upon Kargath and sinking his fangs into the meaty part of Kargath Bladefist’s shoulder. At that point, the fight was on in full, spells and arrows whistling through the air, swords and daggers drawing blood, dust kicked up from dancing feet as the circle of melee fighters dodged Kargath’s attacks and watched each other and the two tanks to avoid getting into each other’s way.
“Look out!” yelled Schio, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the fighting. “Pillar’s coming up!”
Jaycie yelped as the skull she was standing near suddenly popped up, flinging her high into the air. She landed hard on her feet, let her knees buckle, and she turned her fall into a roll. She came back to her feet and shook herself, staring at the ring of fire whose heat she could feel even at the distance she stood away from it. Then Julip was beside her, her expression concerned. Jaycie only nodded, returning the huntress’ expression with a grin of her own. The two separated again as the tide of battle forced them away, and Jaycie let loose a flurry of spells, trying to heal up Helpfuldeath as the orc death knight stumbled out of the pack of melee in the center.
Xallion joined Mooses and Kalahandra in healing the group, as Nph focused his spells on those closest to Kargath and therefore taking the brunt of the hits. They were all watching Xandyr do his best to get Kargath’s attention as Greymoon was impaled on the orc’s bladed arm. It was incredibly chaotic there in the melee circle, with everyone working on trying to stay out of each other’s way as they danced around their enemy.
“Guys! Find fire!” Schio yelled, already moving toward a circle of flame that came from the pillar closest to her. She was joined by Knaak and Brofessional, the three of them sliding as close to the arena wall as possible before Kargath focused on Webehuntin, who stood across the room behind his own pillar. Kargath let out a terrible bellow and launched himself toward Webehuntin in a reckless charge, not caring about anyone else who happened to be in his way.
“Holy shit,” breathed Griddlecake as he picked himself up off the ground. He’d narrowly escaped being shorn in half by Kargath’s bladed arm, a bright line of red the only sign of how close he’d actually come to death. The goblin rogue shook himself as he felt his skin stitching back together, then joined his comrades in the continuing fight. When Kargath hit a pillar, he let out another terrible bellow and turned his wrath on the fire pillar, striking it down with a powerful blow that would cut a fully plate armored warrior in two.
Kargath returned to the center of the ring as he focused on Greymoon once more. There were choked cries from several people, making the healers focus on them in fear that someone was dying. Instead, chains had wrapped around them and Xandyr, and Kargath lifted them up to spin them over his head. And then at the end of the final rotation, Kargath released them, flinging them into the stands above the arena. Cries joined the jeers and cheers that had been coming from the stands, sounds that were suddenly silenced. Down below, the remaining fighters focused on dodging fire and Kargath’s berserker rush, all the while trying not to slip in blood-soaked sand and end up in the way of the wrong end of a blade.
“Xallion!” a number of voices shouted.
“I know!” snapped the troll shaman, his eyes narrowing as he unleashed a healing rain spell. Seconds after, he activated his bloodlust ability, and the wild power filled the group, strengthening them to allow them to move faster, to hit harder, to see everything with a clarity that they wouldn’t have under normal circumstances. Kargath began to falter under the assault of blade and spell, bright red meat visible against ochre skin, blood pooling at his feet and soaking his clothes.
Globs of blood-caked sand flew into the air as Kargath spun to try and follow Xandyr as the paladin dodged around behind him. It was the last move Kargath Bladefist made. His boots slid on the sands, a rogue’s dagger having severed his achilles tendon in his left ankle. He hit the ground on his knees, then crumpled forward, landing hard into the sand. Sabaak pulled his sword from Kargath’s spine and shook the blood and gore from the blade.
“Is it over?” asked Kalahandra.
Digitz swiped a hand over his face and shook his hand free of the globs of blood that had smeared over his mask. “You know, I’m sure there’s a rule somewhere that says to never ask that, because it usually isn’t over.”
As if to accentuate the blood elf rogue’s words, the sky suddenly darkened, throwing them all into shadow. They gripped their weapons, putting their backs to each other so nothing could get between them and take them by surprise. What came from the darkness wasn’t interested in the warriors of Illuminatus, though. Instead, the pale that leaped out of the shadows beelined for the ogres that had surrounded the group, bearing them down with a viciousness that made even the hardened fighters wince. Then Cho’gall appeared, laughing, eyeing Imperator Mar’gok. Those of Illuminatus backed away slowly, though they knew they were considered insignificant in the eyes of Cho’gall.
At least that hadn’t changed.
“Ready to move on?” Greymoon asked. He looked around at the group, noting their determined expressions even if there was that tiny bit of uncertainty in their eyes. The bear nodded, then led the way from the arena, and deeper into Highmaul.
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