Seona had once again lagged behind, as Caliburn didn't have quite the endurance to keep up with the more experienced and older steeds, so she came upon the carnage of battle a little late. Still, there was plenty to do. She summoned the Light as she leapt from Caliburn's saddle, blessing those near her and healing a few less grievous wounds. The orcish guards were taken entirely by surprise and were easily swept aside by the Alliance fighters. Any civilians had fled, or, if they were foolish enough to fight, already slain. The bonfire in the camp burned bright, and as the fighting began to die down, they all gathered around it for a moment's rest.
"We'll take the tower next. Watch out for the goblins. Though small in stature, they are devilishly clever and often fight with nets." Small groups then made for the tower, staying together in the tight fighting quarters. Seona followed soon after, with a druid, Gildaroy the paladin, and the young rogue Anaara. Truly the goblins were prepared for them, and thanks to their greater defensive position were even able to hold them off for a time, occasionally pushing soldiers off the tower or entangling them in nets, but were defeated, in the end.
The tower and the outpost were theirs. Cheering in triumph, the soldiers lifted their weapons and fists. "We'll hold this position until further notice. No Horde will use the zeppelins to reach their cities while we are here."
Soldiers sharpened swords or bandaged wounds while they waited. A returning Orc scout would occasionally charge into the group, only to be cut down almost immediately. The leaders of the party sat around the bonfire, bodyguards keeping a wary eye, while they strategized the next move. What only was a short moment quickly seemed like an eternity to the young, Dwarf paladin. She made the rounds, healing and blessing the soldiers to keep from nervously pacing.
When the group leaders shouted out new orders, she nearly jumped out of her skin. "New orders. We're heading to Orgrimmar. It's time we made a stand at the gates of Thrall's city."
It surprised Seona, and frightened her a little. She had never been to Durotar, much less the Orcish city Thrall had built, but she had promised to follow this through to the end. The group moved up the ramp again to the tower and took control of the zeppelin to Orgrimmar. Eager warriors readied their blades and mages prepared spells. Seona again did what she could, calling holy Light to bless the soldiers before the battle.
Finally ready, the zeppelin was shoved off from the tower, dipping low for a moment before rising up again into the sky and soared over the ocean, carrying the soldiers towards the distant continent of Kalimdor. The winds picked up speed and the huge engine spun the rotating blades to propel the flying machine out over the blue water. Seona looked below to see the moonlight glittering over the waves. For a moment, at least, the journey was peaceful, though she could see huge stormclouds in the far distance.
"The Maelstrom. We'll steer around it, no worries." A grizzled, human warrior stood next to her and had noticed the direction she looked in. "With this favorable wind, and the subdued goblins easily steering our way, we should actually make Durotar in a few hours. The battle will be glorious."
Seona wasn't so sure, especially seeing the glint in the warrior's eyes, but simply nodded, looking once again out over the sea. A few hours, she thought. A few hours and I'll be before the gates of Orgrimmar, the home of the Orcs, the damned beasts who took my father from me. She sighed. Still, I have little chance of helping these soldiers. One day, though... One day I'll face the Orcs and I'll show them the mercy of the Light. The same mercy they showed my father.
Grim determination set on her features, and her heart pounded in her chest. In her mind, the zeppelin could go no slower. Mercy, indeed.
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