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Gorgron, Avery and Forndar ran for the Dwarven District. They’d need to slip out the east entrance and make a dash for it into the Dwarven District, and sneak from there.
The city was dark, and strange noises echoed from the Canals as the three slipped out through the gate. Nothing harassed them, and they made the crossing into the Dwarven District easily.
As they entered, Forndar held up a hand, and they all stopped. Three Hellbringers walked by, but didn’t see the three, and continued onward. “They’re more disciplined than they appear…” murmured Gorgron, flexing his neck slightly.
“They couldn’t have taken Stormwind if they were simply an undisciplined rabble,” replied Avery quietly. Gorgron held up a hand, and Earth guided him towards where Ironbeard was imprisoned.
As they neared what they recognized as the mining store, they stopped. At least ten cultists stood in front of the doorway, and all appeared alert and watchful. “Now what?” asked Avery. “We can’t barge in there; they might kill us, or at the very least alert the whole District.”
Gorgron grinned. “You’re with a Shaman, Avery. We can do special things, like strangle them all where they stand. They won’t be able to get a shout out.”
Avery looked sickened, and even Forndar looked shocked. “Strangle them all? I realize they’re our enemies, but isn’t that a little harsh?”
Gorgron turned on the priest, and hissed angrily, “They’ve done worse; every one of them has probably burned families alive with their hellfire! Each one has destroyed houses and people! And they hold my friend prisoner! They deserve everything they get!”
Avery looked at the Shaman strangely, and replied, “Very well, Shaman. Be warned though, you are on a slippery path, and one that may end badly.”
Gorgron waved a hand, dismissing the priest, and turned back towards the cultists. Holding up a hand, he called upon Air, which blew into him with savage joy. The air around the cultists’ necks shimmered, and tightened.
They Hellbringers were taken completely by surprise, and started to run into different directions, panic written all over their faces, before tumbling to the ground, choking. Soon every cultist lay in the arms of death.
Gorgron grinned triumphantly, and strode into the square, hurrying up to the mining shop. Channeling Earth, he weakened the lock and snapped it off. Ironbeard sat on a shelf in the corner, and squinted at the orc, unable to see through the thick darkness that lay on the District.
“Ye here to take me secrets? Dream on, cultist. I’ll kill ye before ye get me secrets.”
Gorgron strode forward and embraced Ironbeard. “It’s me, Gorgorn,” he said. “We’re here to get you out!”
Ironbeard winced. “Careful, Shaman. Me ribs aren’t feelin’ the best today.”
Gorgron grinned and nodded. Carefully, he supported Ironbeard as he stood up, and the newly reunited group started back towards the Cathedral District.
Korsin awoke with a start. “AVERY!” he screamed. Walker was torn from his meditation and was immediately at the dwarf’s side.
“He’s not here right now, Korsin. He went to rescue Ironbeard.” Korsin shook his head frantically.
“I need him, now! I know what the Pillar is for, and what it will do. We need a priest, and a shaman to destroy it, and we don’t have long. If we don’t, this whole continent will slide into the nether realms of stone and fire, while the North will freeze completely solid.”
Walker eyed the dwarf. “Are you sure?” he asked carefully. “We need to be absolutely sure before we act. I won’t risk good people for nothing. Besides,” he added as an afterthought, “I didn’t think the Old Gods had that much power.”
“No!” denied Korsin, eyes wild. “It isn’t the Old Gods and it never was!”
Avery pulled back a little. “Are you sure? Gorgron saw a vision where the Old Gods claimed responsibility.”
Korsin nodded quickly. “Aye. The visions were false. All the Old Gods still sleep. It was the leader of the Dark Below. The High Demon.”
Avery, Gorgron, Forndar and Ironbeard entered the Cathedral District to find Black Walker activated and waiting. Korsin sat in the pilot’s house, starting it up, and Avery sat on top. “Avery!” he called, spotting the priest. “Hurry! We have no time to lose!”
Avery sprinted towards the walker, the others following as fast as they could. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
Walker helped the priest up, and then the others. “The Old Gods were never part of the problem. It’s the High Demon from the Dark Below.” Avery looked stricken.
“No!”
Walker nodded. ‘Yes! It’s creating a portal for itself to get into this planet.”
Avery’s eyebrows knit together. “Where?”
“Ny’alotha.”
