Into the Depths of Hell (part 2)

Luck was not on the duos side, for almost as soon as they had dealt with their first target, they were set upon by a pack of two headed deominc dogs. Silva fought strong and hard against the lava-drenched corehounds, but suffered a major injury as she destroyed the last one. As her axe severed one of its heads, it spewed out a disgusting adhesive bile that managed to seep its way through her armour, burning at her skin.
“aagh..This stuff’s burning….it’s weakening me!” She cried out, pulling off bits of her armour in an effort to get the green ichor from her body. As she tugged off her breastplate, the tree-formed druids eyes widened, and he turned quickly, coughing softly. Silva, too preoccupied with the burning solution to care about modesty, grabbed the treants shoulder.
“Zachariah, you’ve got to do something, this stuff is burning me…it’s sapping my life…” She cried out, twisting the blushing druid back to face her. With a slight grumble, he waved his branches over the Death Knights tall form, his eyes closed, trying to feel the nature of the dark magic that was tainting her. He quickly identified it, but to his dismay, found that there was little he could do. Shaking his head, he turned away from the Knight again.
“Nothing you can do? Grrgh…Well…I guess I’ll just have to bear with it until I can wash this gunk off…” she muttered, adding ‘useless damn druid’ under her breath.

Another hour of careful proceeding through the flame ridden mountain core, taking out whatever lay in their way as they began their search for their second target, Baron Geddon, an elemental lieutenant in control of the second half of the vessel. The battles proved to be quite tough for the Knight in her weakened state, having to rely on the magical heals of the druid in battle to save herself from being overwhelmed by the elementals.
“I dislike this…We are encountering barely any resistance, and the monsters here must surely have spread word of our presence…We are walking into a trap, Druid.” She muttered, and the tree nodded with another grumble.
“You Do Indeed, Mortals” a vile, echoing voice called out to them from behind. The two tauren span to see three huge naga-like creature,s with bright orange skin, spikes all over their bodies, and horrible looking faces.
“I Am Gehennas, Hand Of Ragnaros. My Master Has Commanded Me To Destroy You.” The voice boomed, and the three naga creatures lunged. Silva growled, and swung her axe, a bubbling green energy exuding from the hilt as she swung. The weapon struck, spreading the ebon plague she had empowered her blade with to the first of the guards. He screamed, clawing at his skin where the axe had bitten through. With a slight smirk, she thrust her glove agaisnt the same patch of skin, her very touch freezing the air around it, casting her frost fever into the wound. The monster let forth an even louder scream, and collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain, trying to rip his very arm off. Gehennas took this distraction as an opportunity to do a little plague spreading of his own, gripping Silvas head in his claws, and chanting a deep, rumbling incantation. She screamed as she felt a compression envelop her mind, her hooves flailing under her as she was lifted up into the air.
“Suffer My Curse, Mortal.” he shouted, hurling Silva back agaisnt the rocky walls.
“I am already cursed enough, Flamewaker…and I am beyond mortal…” She snapped back, charging the monster with her axe, cutting into his flesh with a loud bellow. She hopped upwards, and called on the earthmother as best she could to aid her in the battle. With a spin, she kicked the large monster in the face, a ring of white light eminating from the impact as the lieutenant stumbled backwards, dazed by the impact. Silva dropped back to the floor, and waivered, the curse of the monster was making it hard for her to focus. There came a rumble from Zachariah as he was attacked by the second of the guards, and Silva cursed silently.
“Call of the Grave!” She cried out, searching within the aether for a lost soul, a poor adventurer who had lost their life within these halls, to bind their soul back to a body for a few brief moments in order to assist her colleague. She found one after only a few moments of searching, and the ground beneath the guard began to crack as a gnarled, rotting claw of flesh emerged, ripping up through the sheer rock to attack the creature.
“Zach, I could really do with a clear head here…” She said, angry not at the druid for not aiding her, but at herself for falling pray to such an easily avoided attack. The druid nodded, and calmly searched the Knights head for the curse, quickly and efficiently removing the obstruction from her mind. Silva grinned, and glared at the last remaining monster.
“Your time is up, Gehennas. If Ragnaros still lives, then his time is almost upon him. STRIKE TO THE HEART!” she said with a smirk, and thrust the pointed butt of the axe she so fondly wielded through the monster, ripping through its body with ease. Pulling the blade back, she looked down at the thing with a sigh.
“If Ragnaros truely is still active, then…we are in a lot more danger than we first anticipated…Zachariah, my friend…were we to pull back now, we might stand better chance of facing the Lord of Flame…” She remarked, but the druid shook his head. She chuckled lightly, and smiled.
“You are right, as always, Druid. Finish what we start, that’s our motto, right?” She said, picking her axe back up, and wiping the magma-esque blood from the hilt.

Another hour of careful proceeding through the flame ridden mountain core, taking out whatever lay in their way as they began their search for their second target, Baron Geddon, an elemental lieutenant in control of the second half of the vessel. The battles proved to be quite tough for the Knight in her weakened state, having to rely on the magical heals of the druid in battle to save herself from being overwhelmed by the elementals.
“I dislike this…We are encountering barely any resistance, and the monsters here must surely have spread word of our presence…We are walking into a trap, Druid.” She muttered, and the tree nodded with another grumble.
“You Do Indeed, Mortals” a vile, echoing voice called out to them
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