Into the Depths of Hell (part one)

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“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…”