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StorybookGorgron pushed himself to his feet. “I said, where’s Ironbeard?” Walker glanced away slightly, and Avery looked uncomfortable. “
WHERE IS HE? the shaman shouted, using Air to extend his shout into truly epic proportions.
Avery flinched, and replied quietly, “He was captured by the Hellbringers. Apparently some of them were in the Highlands when we attacked Thundermar. They said they’ll release him unharmed if we destroy Black Walker.”
“We can’t do that,” Gorgron said quietly, shock written all over his face. “How did the little buggerer get himself captured?”
“We don’t know,” said Walker, shrugging. “We think they captured him in battle when he fought at the gate.”
“We’re rescuing him.” There was no hint of a question or doubt in Gorgorn’s voice.
Ironbeard awoke blearily, glancing around. Above him, the rumble of explosions and the shock of rock striking rock shuddered through the earth. He appeared to be in a basement of a building in the Dwarven District.
Groaning, he stood up, and collapsed again. He touched the back of his head, and pain flared through him. His hand came away wet with blood, although barely any. The wound appeared to have congealed.
Wincing, he stood up again, more slowly, and supported himself on the wall. Leaning on the wall, he staggered over to the door and tried it.
“Bloody locked,” he grunted. “I knew it.”
He sat back on the ground with a groan, and leaned back. “Hurry up Gorgron, ye slow orc,” he grunted.
“How do we track him down?” asked Gorgron. “We can’t destroy Black Walker, and I’m sure as hell not going to let him go without trying to get him back.”
Avery held up a hand, placating. “Don’t worry, we’re going after him. We think he was captured by the Grand Geomancer of the Twilight’s Hammer, who took personal control of the Hellbringers as a sort of ‘side job cult’ or something. If we can track her powers, we can find Ironbeard.”
Gorgron nodded. “First, we need to track her down. Fordnar, you up for this?”
Forndar nodded grimly. “Aye, nobody hurts a Wildhammer and gets away with it. Let’s teach her a lesson in stone.”
“I’ll accompany you,” said Avery. Gorgron placed a hand on the priest’s shoulder and nodded gratefully.
Walker sat back. “I’ll look after Korsin. If he wakes up, you’ll have a lot of extra firepower.” Grinning, Gorgorn shook the priest’s hand, and the three started off.
As they neared the gate, Gorgron stopped. “This will need to be fast. I’ll track her down, you capture her, Forndar. Then we’ll get the information.”
Gorgron slipped his eyes closed and extended a hand. A great reassuring presence flowed into him, and it was
angry. The Earth raged at what had been done to it, and Gorgron felt his arm lift, and point directly at one cultist that looked no different from the others.
“Forndar. Go.”
Grinning, Forndar took off. Gathering Air around him, he leapt into the air and came down on the Grand Geomancer, slamming his mace on her arm. Crying out in shock and pain, she staggered, and stopped, forming a layer of stone over her body.
Gorgron snarled and made a ripping motion with his hand. The stone around her was ripped away and scattered to the wind. She cried out in shock, and Forndar called Air, and they flew towards the priest and shaman.
They landed heavily, and the Geomancer cried out in pain. Gorgron reached down with one hand and lifted her into the air. “Earth and I agree that your living is an offense. Talk, and we might not be offended anymore.”
“NEVER!” she snarled, and kicked the shaman. Earth flowed up around Gorgron, blocking the kick, which slammed into pure stone.
“I have all your tricks, and then some, cultist. Talk.” She snarled and shook her head again. Grimacing, Gorgron reached up his other hand and slapped her across the face. She gasped in shock and sudden pain, and he did it again.
She shook her head, and spat in the shaman’s face. He wiped the spit away, and gestured to Avery. “You know mind magic?” When the priest nodded, Gorgron continued: “Break her.’
Her eyes widened in sudden fear as Avery placed a hand on her head. Her face fixed into a grimace, and Avery frowned slightly.
“The Hammer has fallen, hasn’t it? She hardly put up a fight,” stated Forndar.
“I don’t know. There were both of us, and we were empowered. But what about her? She should have power from the pillar, yes? And nobody seemed to protect her. This seems… odd at best,” Gorgorn replied, his brow furrowing, still holding the cultist in the air.
Avery pulled his hand away, and motioned to the Shamans. “He’s being kept in the Dwarven District, in a mining shop.”
Gorgron nodded. “Very well,” he said, and squeezed. The cultist gasped out, and Gorgron felt a great surge of pleasure and hatred flare in his mind, and he drew in Earth’s pleasure and made it his own, squeezing harder, until he heard a snap. Forndar shuddered at the snap, in ecstasy.
Dropping the corpse, he motioned to the Dwarven District. “Let’s go get Ironbeard.”