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Adventures of Illuminatus: Blackrock Foundry	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gruul
Writen to Those Who Fight Further - Battle Theme of Final Fantasy VII
“So...” began Kyel, “how long did it take everyone to find this place, who didn’t get a summon?”
The blood elf warlock’s voice echoed in the massive front hall of the Blackrock Foundry. Surrounding him were the rest of his teammates, some of whom paused in eating or drinking to look at him and then each other.
“I took the flight point to Skysea and hoofed it from there.” Schio said, raising her hands to cast her soulwell spell.
“Same,” said Jaycie, “but I used the feather to get here.”
“You guys took the long way.” Cosmodru said. “I flew to Everbloom and ran south.”
“Or, you know, we could make sure everyone gets a summon before we run blindly in here.” Riotstrasza said, waving her hand. The blood elf priestess tapped the warlock summoning portal and smiled.
“Worse t’ings have happened.” Xallion said. The restoration shaman peered down the long hallway, watching the massive ogron carry boxes back and forth. His eyes scanned over the orcs and lava blobs that were standing in clumps, either unconcerned with the group of twenty-odd people hanging out in the front hall of the Foundry or ignorant of their presence.
Greymoon and Xandyr edged their way down the stairs, trying to see what they would be up against once they descended. Besides the ogron and the orcs, the path seemed to be fairly obvious. The main room split three ways: one path leading down a hall that was constantly erupting with mountainous stalagmites that crumbled away once risen; the second led into what looked like an antechamber; and the last path to their left led to an elevator that went down to the depths of the Foundry.
“Which way first, Xal?” Xandyr asked.
Xallion frowned, considering each path for a long moment. “Let’s go right first. We go down de hall, and ta de room ta de right. Dat’s where Gruul is.”
“Does anyone else think it’s weird that we’re fighting Gruul again?” asked Thanatoss, following the bear and protection paladin down the stairs and into the fray of the first battle. No one gave him an answer, though most of them were thinking the same thing. But that was the norm for the world they were in now. Ever since coming to Draenor, a Draenor that was thirty-five years in their past, things that were history for them had become an event they had lived through just a few hours ago.
They fought their way through the ogron after figuring out that the monster could destroy their two tanks in one shot if not handled properly, and after figuring out that their were orcs that could summon fire elementals that made everyone’s day just a little worse, they managed to time their interruption spells just right to keep any more elementals from being summoned and focused their enemies down as fast as they could. Once they were sure there were no more surprises, the group stood before the right hall that descended downwards, watching red runes appear on the floor just before the stalagmites thrust upwards.
Badlanguage dug around in her pack for a minute, producing a goblin glider. Winking at her friends, she leaped into the air, unfurled the glider, and soared downwards - only to hit a sudden stalagmite that appeared in front of her. She lay stunned for a moment, cursing softly while everyone else laughed. She rolled to her feet and hauled herself down the last few feet of the tunnel. Others with gliders followed her example with a little more success, while those who didn’t have gliders took their chances in dodging the stalagmites, which was harder than it seemed. By the time the stragglers reached the group at the end of the tunnel, the orcs standing at the bottom had been murdered and Greymoon and Xandyr were already engaged with the group in the center of the catwalk.
The catwalk overlooked the blast furnace, allowing the warriors of Illuminatus to actually look down on a room they would eventually have to go to. For a minute, they watched, mesmerized by the sheer size of the room and the fact their enemy was just right there. To the left and right, the catwalk led to separate tunnels, both of which were filled with different, and familiar, enemies. The right path is what they chose, and they found their enemies to be a mix of orcs and gronnlings, the latter of which hurt like a wicked bitch in heat.
As they turned the corner, they caught their first glimpse of Gruul. Griddlecake let out a low whistle. “Damn. He looks even scarier than before.”
“Do you think it’s the hook or the fact he’s three times our size?” Martyrdom asked, studying the giant gronn’s missing limb and the iron construct it had been replaced with.
“I dunno. Both?”
They had to engage a few more enemies before they could finally prepare for Gruul, and the orc they fought, along with the gronnlings accompanying him, gave them more trouble than they thought he would. But he finally fell, leaving their path clear to Gruul.
“Okay.” Xallion said. “Ya’ll are split up inta two groups. Half o’ya go ta de right, de otha’ half ta de left. Tanks be in de middle, facin’ him.”
“Why are we splitting up?” asked Julip. “Wouldn’t it be easier to face him together?”
“We’re splittin’ up because of an attack he does, inferno slice. It puts a debuff on de tank who has ‘im, and if we don’ split it wit’ one group or de otha’, de tank dies.”
“Ahh.” Julip nodded. “I get it now.”
“Also, we gotta watch out for his smash, ‘cause dat hurts, and dere’ll be cave-ins dat’ll hurt also. Be aware o’ where ya stand, okay?” Xallion looked at his friends, giving a little smile. “Dere’s also anudda ability he has. It’s gonna toss ya in de air an’ petrify ya for a few seconds. Try ta get away from otha’ people if ya get it.”
They slowly split into two groups, making sure they were as even as possible before the tanks were given the okay to pull.
“Oh, wait!” Schio called, skirting the edge of the room and heading over to Xandyr. She placed her hand on his shoulder and a purple glow suffused the air around him.
He grinned. “I was just about to remind you about that.”
“Shut it.” Schio turned to look at Kyel and Knaak. “Can one of you soulstone Grey?”
“I got it.” Kyel said, moving to place his hand on Grey’s shoulder. The same purple glow suffused the air around Grey, then vanished. The two warlocks returned to their groups, and Xallion raised his hand to signal Grey.
The bear nodded, and signaled a countdown, allowing his friends to prepare themselves for the engagement of battle. With a roar, Greymoon charged Gruul, catching the monster’s attention. Gruul’s blows were heavy and fast despite the gronn’s size, each one pounding on Greymoon with bone-breaking viciousness. Some he managed to dodge, others he didn’t, but the cool healing magic quickly took care of any aches or pains he might have. When Gruul reared back, Grey quickly ran toward the group on the left. The inferno slice came hard and fast, making those in that groups stagger backwards from the force of the blow. When Gruul reared back again, Xandyr stepped forward and took the brunt of the next attack, making Gruul focus on him.
With the left and right groups separated, it was difficult to warn each other of what was happening. Their only warning was which way Gruul turned. Between the overhead smashes and the cave-ins, the petrifications and the inferno slices, each group had only a few minutes to make a decision for themselves.
Gruul’s eye narrowed in anger and he let out a terrible bellow. Over the noise, her voice was barely heard, but Schio screamed out, “He’s rampaging! Look out!”
Gruul’s movements became wild as he spun this way and that, raising his arms over his head to bring them down hard on the floor of the room. He was unpredictable, forcing the team to watch him and watch where they were moving to. They still attacked, firing arrow and spell toward Gruul, sword and dagger hacking away at his ankles when he came within range. When Gruul finally seemed to calm down and focused on Greymoon again, beginning the cycle over again.
Thanatoss quickly adjusted his position, cursing wildly as bits of stone hammered down on his armor. “What the hell!” he growled. “Why is there a cave-in here?”
“Dunno.” Xallion responded, calling to the element of water to heal the orc warrior. “Just keep an eye out on where ya stand.”
Grumbling, Thanatoss continued to attack Gruul, his swords cutting into Gruul’s flesh and flinging globs of blood to the floor. Thanatoss’ boots slid in the blood, smearing it across the floor. When blood lust filled them, their attacks became faster and more powerful. Gruul’s ankles soon looked like they had gone through a meat-grinder, and his flesh was imitating a pincushion with how many arrows stuck out of it. Burns from fire and ice darkened his skin in ugly patches, driving the monster into a fury.
Then it happened. One of Gruul’s ankles could no longer support the massive weight above it and caved. As Gruul plummeted toward the ground, those beneath him dodged out of the way before renewing their attacks on him. Even as Gruul tried to pull himself upright, he found himself under an onslaught of blade and spell and arrow. Eventually, he stopped trying to get up. He stopped trying to fight. His eye rolled back into his head and his body seemed to deflate, becoming slack.
They finally stopped hacking away at Gruul when he stopped moving. They waited, holding tight to the hilts of their blades, drawing back on bowstrings, hesitating on the last syllable of their spell. When it was clear Gruul wasn’t going to get back up, the warriors of Illuminatus finally seemed to relax.
“Hey,” said Brofessional, “does anybody want that blackrock ore over there?”
“Seriously?” asked Digitz, staring at the troll hunter incredulously.
“Figured I’d ask, you know?” The hunter strolled over to the node and pulled out his mining pick. “It’s not like he needs anymore or anything.”
A series of chuckles and groans accompanied the sound of a pick hacking away at ore, and Brofessional hurried to catch up to the others as they left the room to face their next challenge.
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