“Mebbe me fail… but da Amani empire… never gonna die.”
He used his last breath to make this declaration. The temple complex of Zul’Aman was now free of the evil practices of the Trolls. Noobiewan slumped to the ground and waited for one of the healers to come and heal his wounds with the power of the Light. Enterprise settled down next to his master and rested. It had been a long fight to get to here and a sudden mixture of exhaustion and excitement hit him suddenly forcing him to rest a moment. Across the platform the raids leader, the Gnome Pyromancer, Dizzywizzy was organising the rest of the party into moving the corpse of Zul’jin. The body of the once great Troll was being placed to be burned to cinders.
Closing his eyes, Noobiewan thought about the mission from the beginning. They had heard that the trolls were beginning sacrificial ceremonies as they entered the Complex. Time was against them. The group had made good speed and had managed to stop the Bear Spirits avatar from completing his sacrifice. With the Bear Spirit down the group rushed to stop the Eagle Spirit avatar. They had managed to get to the ceremony and prevent the dwarf held captive from being sliced open. The Lynx Spirit avatar would be the next one to stop. The toil of rushing to stop the first sacrifices proved to be too much and The Black Citadel party was close enough to hear the screams as the third member was killed. The last would have been slaughtered to the gods before they had dealt with the Lynx Spirit. Noobiewan recalled how he fought with new resolve from then to end the Trolls plans. Seperating the Dragonhawk Spirit’s link to its avatar, the group had then headed to the Temple of the Hex Lord.
The party was in full swing now with the victims of the Trolls voodoo, now cured, bringing supplies from the expedition camp out side the complex gates. Noobiewan and Enterprise moved to join the group. Picking up a mug of strong ale Noobiewan join in a small group where Pembious, a human warrior, was recalling the techniques he used against Malacrass. a small shiver crossed Noobiewan as he recalled when his soul was being drawn out to give the Hex lord his knowledge and skills. It would be a few weeks before the unsettling feeling left him completely. Noobiewan listened to the others who were talking about the last battle.
Zul’jin, now burning upon a pyre, earlier was standing atop the last temple surrounded by the last of the temple guards and the Spirits. Noobiewan played the images through behind his eyes.
“Everybody always wanna take from us. Now we gonna start takin’ back. Anybody who get in our way…gonna drown in their own blood! De Amani empire be back now…seekin’ vengeance. And we gonna start…with you!”
Thats how it began, the guards rushed but were taken down easily. Noobiewan sent off a volley of arrows to stop a Troll taking off a guild member’s head with an axe.
Pembious charged in with a warcry facing Zul’jin head on. The troll may have had only one arm but he was skilled with his blade and he knocked the warrior away. A cruel smile formed on his lips.
“Got me some new tricks…like me bruddah bear!”, with that he pulled power from the Bear Spirit and changed his form into that of a huge bear. He swiped a clawed paw towards the Druid Hasimina but it never had the chance to connect as Pembious’s sword connected first. The power of the Bear spirit could only hold out so long and soon Zul’jin summoned the powers from the Eagle, changing into an eagle and creating whirlwinds to throw the attackers around. Noobiewan almost lost consciousness after banging his head against the stone floor, A quick healing spell from Phaeria, a Priestess of the Light, brought him to his senses. The Mage’s Dizzywizzy and Nyriqo used their magical powers to keep the bird form low and the Paladin, Vackmeim assisted Pembious in attacking. The Draenei Shaman Goodlike call on a powerful totems to draw mana to aid the magic users and to add elemental forces to the warriors attacks. The Eagle Spirit soon was powerless and Zul’jin changed back only to siphon powers from the Lynx Spirit. As a giant Lynx Zul’jin was fast. Noobiewan feigned death as a swipe collided with him and the Lynx went for another target turning his back on the hunter. The handle of Trollbane was in Noobiewan’s hands as he leapt into the fight with some melee action. He spun the axe in a technique called a Raptor Strike and jumped out to a distance to use the crossbow. After a few more minutes the Lynx Spirit left Zul’jin and in a weakend state he summoned the last Spirit to aid him. The Dragonhawk Spirit gave him a new form and jets of flame shot out of his dragonhawk beak. All the members were animated in dodging the flames and pushing forward the assault. Zul’jin was weakening it wouldn’t take long.
The Dragonhawk Spirit lost its grip in this world and left Zul’jin. Pembious struck and impaled the Troll through his heart. And he died with his final message. ”Mebbe me fail… but da Amani empire… never gonna die.”
The Night Elf hunter nodded to his pet and together they headed toward the main gates of Zul’Aman and to the Gryphon Master. He would want to get an Inn and rest up but as he passed an empty hut he saw a bow inside. Despite the troll decorations, Noobiewan could see it was a fine bow and very powerful. He picked it up and tested the weight and balance. Then notching an arrow, he then targeted a wooden statue. The arrow shot off with more power then could be sent through the current weapon he used. So Noobiewan took the Ancient Amani Longbow as a reminder of the evenings adventure and continued to head out of Zul’Aman.
-End
Aloha,
Yeah we cleared ZA finally. That last boss was a pain in the Primal Nethers and had beaten us on many occasions but now he’s toast! Gratz to my other guildies who were fantastic! Concentration was constant and we even had a lot of laughs along the way.
Cya next time!
-Noobie
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