Into the Depths of Hell (part one)

2 manning Molten Core to farm for Thunderfury)

“Uugh…Dwarves everywhere…I hate Dwarves…” Silva grumbled as she and her travelling companion traipsed through the city of Thaurissan, the underground halls that were the home of the Dark Iron Dwarves. Zachariah nodded in agreement, before letting the touch of Cenarius envelop his entire body, twisting his form into that of a treant. With a grunt, the walking tree paced a little closer to the Death Knight, wary of the licks of flame that could so easily set light to his wooden body.

The two journeyed through the city with relative ease, since the powers of the Knight far outweight that of almost the entire Dark Iron legion. Their first problem came when they explored lower, reaching the depths of the Core of the mountain. Two huge molten giants charged them from nowhere, striking both of them back into one of the stone walls.
“AaacK! Zachariah, are you OK?” Silva asked, glancing at the fragile tree, who nodded, a few leaves falling from his boughs.
“Good!” She said with a dark grin, lunging towards the closest of the giants, smashing her huge, triple headed orc made axe straight into the giants leg. The molten material was easier to cut through than she had expected, and the leg was severed with ease. This did, however, produce a new problem for the female Tauren to deal with. The huge flaming beast began to topple forwards, threatening to fall upon her. whispering a dark incantation, she call for huge shards of ice to encase the monster for as long as they could, allowing her enough time to dodge out fo the way of the tumbling elemental. Turning her attention to the second giant, it took in a deep breath, and letloose a column of flame around her. She felt the touch of the druids magic wrap around her, shielding her from some of the heat that was surrounding her. Gritting her teeth, her whole body baking in her own armour, she paced forwards slowly, readying her axe. As the flames subsided, she charged, ramming her spike covered shoudler armour into its side, ripping through its slag-like flesh with her weapon. The monster gave a scream of pain, and fell backwards, torn almost in half by the triple bladed Axe.
“That could certainly have gone worse…aggh…” She muttered, falling to one knee as the full extent of the heat damage became apparent. Her whole body felt like it were melting, her skin were trying to sear itself away from her bones. In moments, however, she felt the pain subside, as waves of cool refreshing magic washed over her.
“Thank you, friend. I needed that…We have to be a LOT more careful in these sunken depths…” She replied, as the two adventurers picked their way past the two lava encrusted corpses.

Several minutes of careful progressing later, the duo encountered the first of their two targets within the mountain; an elemental lieutenant by the name of Garr.
“This will be a tricky fight…He has supporters following his every move…if even one of them were to attack you, we would likely risk defeat…I may have to use..that..forgive me, druid.” She said, sliding one of her plate gauntlets from her paw. The tree-shaped druid sighed, but nodded reluctantly. As odd a duo as they were, they made sense working together in an odd way. Silva, a knight of the ebon blade, skilling in the ways of darkness and death, and Zachariah, a druid of the Cenarion Circle, dedicated to preserving and enhancing life. While they worked together well, there were some skills that Silva could use that set the druid uneasy. And she was about to use one of them.
“Here goes. Be ready, Druid.” She remarked, and ran towards the huge earthbound essence ad his cache of similarly shaped followers. Slamming her bare paw into the ground, she let loose a portion of her essence into it, purging the area of all vitality and life, creating an aura of undeath and pestillence around her whole body. Slipping her glove back in quickly, she drew her axe, driving it slap bang into the centre of the group, which had just arrived. With a massive cleave, she cut down one of the smaller bodies around the rock elemental, who rumbled something in its own deep language, slamming its fists down onto the Knight. She stumbled backwards, a little dazed by the impact, but none the worse for ware. As she levelled her vision, she noticed that the huge elemental was burning with a purplish fire, that barely licked up around its stone muscles.
“Fairy Fire…NICE!” She cried out, picking her fallen weapon from the ground, and slamming it into the creature again, small chips of stone cracking from its body. Silva could feel her control slipping, and let it, inducing herself into a controlled state of hysteria, her strikes coming relentlessly, her blood fuelled rage cracking through the monsters supporters with ease, cracking pieces of his body apart with every sweep.
“Now….OBLITERATE!!!!” She cried out, a dark glow surrounding her whole body. She charged forwards, slamming into the breaking beast, grabbing it with one paw. With her other, she slammed the butt of her axe into the thigns body over and over, before finally leaving it in. She let loose the energy she had built yup into the wound, and with a silent scream, the monster shattered apart. All that was left was a spread out ile of rubble, and a strange twist of metal that looked like it could be part of a sword.
“And that’s the first half of the vessel.” She said, picking the thing up and slipping it into her pack. “Job done…Now for the second half…”

The Battle at the Gate

(4 manning AQ20 without a tank with 2 level 80s, a level 67 healer and a level 65)

“I do not like this, Shaman. These ruins reverberate with the feel of death.” Silva muttered as she picked her way through the myriad of collapsed columns and wrecked buildings that made up the pathway she and her trio of travellers were walking. All around them, disgusting oozes and strange, winged stone guardians traipsed, which was not unnerving in itself, but the fact that the hostile aberrations were not attacking them lead the Death Knight to believe that either they truly did not notice their presence, or they were being led into a horrible trap. Were it the former, the moment they were noticed would be hell, for they were bound to be set upon by hundreds of the powerful creatures, but were it the latter, they would need all their wit and endurance for the battle ahead.

A buzzing Silithid flittered across their path as they continued deeper into the shattered remains of the once great City of Ahn’Qiraj, its wings buzzing loudly as it did so. Silva glanced to the Orcish shaman who had joined them in their somewhat foolhardy venture into the ruins, he was already reaching for his mace and shield.

“No. Don’t show any aggression” The huge Tauren rumbled, her dark, echoing voice stern but calm. Truth be told, she was channeling a blast of arctic chill, but had yet to unleash it.
“Why not? They will eat us anyway” The gruff orc replied, his green visage twisted in a scowl of anger.

“Calm yourselves, Brethren. We do not wish to alert the Silithid to our presence” A ghostly voice echoed around them, appropriate indeed for the speaker was Forsaken, an Undead rogue skilled in the art of subtlety and stealth. He appeared behind them seemingly from nowhere, and the Orc gave off another grumble. The second Tauren in the group grunted, and pointed down to a hexagonal doorway some way off. Silva sighed, and nodded.
“The silent druid seems to know where to go. The Horusath behemoth might be beyond that doorway” She said, and the troupe began to once again pick their way through the rubble.

As the quartet entered the hallway, The druid let out a groan of dismay. They could indeed see the target they had been sent by the Cenarion Hold to destroy, a giant blue hawk faced stone guardian by the name of Ossirian, a former Anubisath who had felled Grakkarond, a bronze drake, and had supposedly died in the process, only to be reborn by the power of the Qiraji and of the Old God, C’thun, was pacing around the large amphitheatre, inspecting the score or so of Anubisath that stood as his personal guard.
“By the Earthmother…” Silva muttered, her dark blue eyes glowing brighter as she regarded the legion of giant stone canine warriors. From her own experiences within the Temple of the Qiraji, she knew that one alone of these guardians was tough enough to fell, let alone twenty of them, aided by a being able to slay a dragon with a single swipe.
“What now, Tauren? Do we walk up to them and ask them nicely to turn his head over to us? Should we show no aggression to THESE monsters too?” The wizzened orc snarled at her, sarcasm thick in his aged voice. Silva shook her head, and mental, began counting to ten.
“Well, it was a nice try, but I must be heading back. Poison doesn’t work on Stone, you know…” The voice of the rogue said, as a path of footprints appeared in the sand. Suddenly, huge thorns, massive green vines ripped through the sand, entangling the rogue where he stood, preventing him from moving. Silva glanced to Zachariah, the druid, who was channeling himself through the roots with a grin on his face.
“You’re going nowhere, Rogue. We take them out, one by one. Focus your attacks on the ones I mark, we will succeed. Druid, if you can use your gifts to keep us refreshed and uninjured, we may just prevail.” She said, grabbing the helm from her belt, and fastening the spiked plate metal mask over her face and head. She drew from her back a sword almost as big as she was, styled with orange glowing orb and gilding typical of the Blood Elves, and gripped it tightly in her paws. Glancing to the orc, she noted that he had drawn his mace, a large blue orb covered in runic symbols she recognised as being titanic in origin, he had likely reclaimed the terrible weapon from the depths of Ulduar, as he began to commune with the spirits. She watched the rogue coat his blades with a corrosive acid designed to hopefully eat through the stone of the behemothine creatures, and she nodded.
“Upon my mark….CHARGE! FOR KALIMDOR!!” She cried, and the band rushed forwards.

“My Lord. We have visitors. The foolish tiny races invade our capital.” The leader of the guard commented to the giant blue guardian, who merely nodded at him. As one, the unit of Anubisath turned, and, with massive feet pounding the ground, paced towards the oncoming party.
“Take the one missing the ear first!” Silva yelled as she ran towards her target, her armour clanking loudly as she held her sword forwards. With a lunge, she struck it on the foot, and propelled herself upwards, aided by the wind spirits the shaman had gifted her with, leaving her sword embedded in the foot as she landed on its shoulder. This distracted the beast enough for the rogue to get to it, leap up to its back, and plunge the acid coated blade into its back, the terrifying solution eating through the creatures hide as though it were butter. He leapt back, only to be impacted by a flying fist of a second Beast.
“Damnit!!!” he yelled as his brittle bones cracked under the impact, only to find his skeletal form knitting itself back together under the power of the druid, who was casting his healing abilities into the male.
“Abberation, we could really do with a better tactic than running at them and hoping…” The orc grumbled as Silva leapt back to the ground, tugging her sword free so the towering monster could topple to the ground.
“I’m trying to think…Rogue! Can you coat things other than metal with that poison?” She asked, and the undead nodded with a grin.
“Good!” She cried, her eyes darkening to black as she began to call forth the remnant souls of the countless adventurers who had fallen within this very antechamber. One by one, broken, wrecked bodies began to claw their way through the sand, emerging one by one before pacing to the side of the Death Knight, growling angrily at having been woken from their eternal slumber.
“Coat their claws with your acid. Boys, defeat these monsters for me.” She said, letting her grasp upon the ghouls linger long enough for the rogue to soak them in acid, before letting them go. As one, the ghouls rushed the group of monsters, their sodden claws ripping through the stone skinned monsters with ease.

“ENOUGH!! I will deal with you all myself!!” Ossirian yelled, stomping down to the assembled group. Silva stood ready, hoping that she coul bear the brunt of the gigantic terrors attacks. The almighty fist slammed down into her, and she felt as though her very soul had been shattered within her body. A single impact had taken her from her prime to near death. It was shocking how powerful the blue monster was, as it turned its attention to the Orcish shaman who was calling forth great bolts of lightning from the heavens in an attempt to take the beast down. Struggling to right herself, she felt a whisper within her mind.
“Come back to us, Silvacgosa. Your time is not yet over” She blinked once or twice, her strength seemingly returning to her in droves. Blinking again, she surveyed the scene, watching as the rogue was picked up by the Horusath, and thrown up into the sky. Then she saw it, glinting in the corner of the room. A chance.
“SHAMAN!!! I HAVE AN IDEA!” she yelled, casting a Dark Command at the beast, an ancient technique passed to her by a Dark banshee who had been freed from the grip of Arthas upon the defeat at Lights Hope Chapel, one that allowed her to use dark energy to force a monster to focus itself on her for a few moments. But that would be all the time she would need. Rushing forwards as fast as her hooves would carry her, the Gargantuan terror hot on her hooves.
“ASK THE EARTH SPIRITS TO IMPALE HIM ON THE CRYSTAL!!” She cried, encasing herself in ice as she attempted to save herself from damage enough to survive the onslaught. Nodding the orc called upon the spirits of the earth, asking them to assist him in his task. After a few moments, they agreed, and with a loud crack, the huge spiked crystal rocketed upwards, impaling the monster through the chest. With a cry, she leapt upwards, using the beasts own body to propel herself. With a single swipe, her sword swung true, slicing the stone monsters head from his shoulders. As she landed, she turned, the head landing in the sand next to her.
“Well…that certainly could’ve gone a lot worse…” The rogue said, looking at his limp right arm with a grimace.
“It certainly could have…but it didn’t. Victory for the Horde!” The orc shouted, before trying to pick the giant head up, but failing. Silva grinned to herself, and, with one hand, lifted the huge stone head up over her own.

Welcome to the Tales

Welcome to the first post of what will hopefully become a lovely little archive of the exploits of my Tauren, Silva, a Death Knight with a past heavier than a pregnant Kodo, and Zachariah, a silent druid who travels with her for reasons unknown.  Essentially, I am adding a nice creative writing twist to the adventures that I have within the World of Warcraft. A fair few of the ones posted are adventures that have happened in the past, our previous exploits, but I will systematically be adding more and more items as I progress in game.

Thank you for your interest, and I look forward to hearing any comments you might have on the work that I post, good or bad, since the good ones make me feel happy, and the bad ones make me feel superior if they’re spelt badly.