“Go away!” Nirahsa screamed as a massive stream of bolts arced down from the inky black abyss above, completely enveloping Asharin with a thunderous boom. As the flash cleared, Asharin while looking scorched still stood.
“I WON’T BE IGNORED!” Asharin shouted back at the shaman while stomping her hoof into the ground, rocky spikes shot out of the black below to impale Nira, causing her to cry out briefly. As they crumbled away however she stumbled and remained standing despite looking bloody from the blow.
“So there we were, fighting a few orcs. One of them cracked his axe against my head. Broke my goggles; I felt the enchants just melt. I got knocked to the ground, cuz ow. Axe came back down, I rolled out of the way, felt something go THUNK and come loose and for a minute thought I'd lost part of my skull and hadn't realized it yet. Nope; just my hair.” Alynore took a swig of her drink, listening to the music in the Blue Recluse.
She stumbled into the cave leaving a small trail of blue blood behind her as the tinkerer gripped her right arm. She glanced back before clenching a fist while forcing the elements to respond, the earth shuddering as the entrance was swallowed up in rocks with only a few places for the light to peek through. Moving over to a rock the shaman slumped down on it before again trying to heal the wounds she’d suffered, but finding that no matter how she shouted she just couldn’t control the slippery water element finely enough to do anything at all about her injuries.
The large hall, dug out from stone and reinforced with steel, looked very different from its normal status as a construction bay. Machinery replaced by granite benches, and industrial lighting replaced by great braziers and glorious banners hanging on the wall, and a great orange carpet forming a walkway leading to an old, scorched altar.
The Swamp of Sorrows was eerily quiet, which was putting the Horde convoy on edge as their wagon moved along the road having left Bog Paddle earlier in the day heading towards Stonard with supplies destined for Vol’jin’s forces that were helping to hold back the Iron Horde. Not only was the wagon weighted down with equipment but so was the Kodo that pulled it. Convoy guards flanked both sides of the wagon their gaze scanning the road and the swamp.