“Since you asked, I do think your quite a idiot, you should have run when you had the chance! The longer me and my rogue friend here fight the more likely we are to get back up!” Varicar said as he watched the green clone get struck in the chest, it rolled hard on the ground before getting back up to attack again! Myrandah turned to lunge at Varicar, the monk hissed as the light burned his arm, he would return the favor!
Varicar laughed wildly and without humor, “He left her, broke her pretty badly! The master is with her know! You should be thanking us…” Varicar roared flying into to closer combat and delivering a sweeping jab to Myrandah’s temples. The attack wasn’t as effective as shield blocked part of that strike! The monk wasn’t pushed back by the shield though he forced himself forward! Channeling his dark chi he delivered a million palm strikes at the shield until with a heavy last strike, the monk burst through and punched Myrandah under the jaw!
Pulling his arms back Varicar hissed, the light magic had nearly burned all his flesh off leaving behind twisted bony claws! Varicar roared exhuding fel chi mist from his mouth all around him in a attempt to cleanse the troublesome consecration and heal himself and Throggore!
Smuggs after swinging at Throggore’s clones, turned to assault Varicar… “Pitiful…” Varicar hissed conjuring needles of chi and pinning Smuggs to a nearby tree… Varicar turned back to Myrandah, “I am sure the master would be pleased if we brought you back as a prize! Perhaps then you will believe me when I say Yumara is ours!” Varicar hissed!
Throggore continued his assault only to feel the cutting edge of steel slice several leather pieces and his flesh on his arms… The Orc hissed as another clone vanished from the adult of this warrior!
Throggore just huffed, he didn’t care that this fool didn’t fear loosing a ear, he might lose his head!
Throggore hissed, he would have to do more than blademaster and bleed hollow toxins to beat this beardling! The orc lunged into the trees, passing a branch three orcs appeared from behind each sticking to the branches!
Throggore cursed under his breath, he would need to stick to the tree branches now, if he went low it would become obvious which one was real! From the tree branches the three Throggores stopped before pulling free their pistols and firing at Gregor! One of the bullets would be quite real, and this time much more lethal!
Jericha enters the room in a fluid movement, the look of the room had the Shivarra in her desiring to be dominated. Yet the Void witch that she was could sense Now wasn’t the time. It still didn’t stop her from sensually slinking up to Lord Salkeen, and licking her lips as she kneels before him. “Most of you Demonic army should be aboard the vessel by now Lord Salkeen. Is there anything else I can do for you My Lord.” As she waits she turns and sees Izzabelle on the bed with the Pilot she met rather briefly earlier. She cannot help but feel a little relieved that she is alive. The thought of her being dead had really tore her up. She really did care for Izzabelle even if Izzabelle hated her now.
Izzabelle’s eyes lock with Jericha’s and she hisses in anger. Her body trembling slightly with the magnitude of emotions running through it. “How dare you look at me like you are happy to see that I’m alive.” Izzabelle spits out through clenched teeth, barely containing her rage. Jericha takes a deep breath. “I never wanted you dead Izzabelle, and I do…” Jericha is cut off before she can finish. Izzabelle laughs and the sound is edged in madness and despair. “You What Jericha, you care is that what you were going to say.” Izzabelle spits s on the floor “The likes of you have no right to say they care for me after what you did Jericha.” Jericha actually looks a little hurt by Izzabelle’s careless words. “Izzabelle I never meant”… once again her words are lost as Izzabelle rages. “Never meant, you never do anything unless you mean it Jericha, don’t freaking lie to me.” Izzabelle growls. “You meant to destroy and weaken me, so you could both be rid of me.” Jericha slowly approaches Izzabelle “I…” Izzabelle releases Sericon and spins around to face Jericha “shut up you lieing deceitful witch.” Izzabelle pulls at her hair in both anger and agony “I sacrificed everything for you Jericha, My childhood, my mind , my soul, my body, my future. Everything I was everything I ever wanted to be. I gave it up t save your ungrateful backside.” Izzabelle practically screams this at Jericha “This, this is how you repay me, I’m suppose to give up everything so I can save your hateful backside again.” Tears of anger slide down Izzabelle’s face. “Why the hell should I care what happens to you Jericha?”
Jericha’s has Izzabelle’s pinned face down on the bed with her arm twisted painfully behind her back. “Your crying about sacrificing everything makes me sick Izzabelle.” Jericha hisses, twisting Izzabelle’s arm more causing her to cry out in pain. “I never asked you to sacrifice anything for me, your like the idiot the purposely cuts off his own hand then blames the knife.” Jericha says in a low tone a few octaves above a whisper. Izzabelle tries twisting free “Jericha let me go.” Jericha tightens her grip on her arm and straddles Izzabelle effectively pinning her to the bed. “No Izzabelle you will listen to what I have to say.” Izzabelle growls “There’s nothing you could possibly say to justify what you did Jericha.” Jericha sighs make that decision after you hear what I have to say Izzabelle.” Izzabelle fumes and squirms around helpless for a few moments before relenting. “Fine I will hear you out but you must release me. Besides where would I go, I still belong to your Lord even if he doesn’t wish to keep me.” Jericha releases Izzabelle’s arm and stands up off the bed. Izzabelle turns and sits back up rubbing her arm… “Well Jericha what reason do you have for destroying me, I cannot wait to hear this.”
Jericha paces for a moment then turns to face Izzabelle “You are right I did purposefully go out of my way to have the bond broken between us.” Izzabelle’s eyes cloud with rage “I knew it, you were trying to destro…” “will you shut up for two seconds and let me finish.” Jericha snaps cutting of Izzabelle’s tirade before it can start. “Yes I wanted the bond broken, but it was never my intention to cause you this kind of pain.” Jericha says in a quiet voice. Izzabelle chokes “What did you think would happen Jericha when Salkeen ripped my soul from you, effectively killing everything that I was. Did you think being made weak and helpless to the Soul Thief would make me happy.” Jericha Shakes her head “It wasn’t suppose to be like this Izzabelle. I wanted both of us to belong to Lord Salkeen. The contract protects you from Isaik, Lord Salkeen could protect you from Ebony. Being Bound to Lord Salkeen would also give you the strong connection that you need.” Izzabelle laughs madly “I didn’t need any of that Jericha, I already had it all when I was bound to you, why Jericha, Why did you give me up so easily.?” Jericha grabs Izzabelle and spins her around.
“I never gave you up, I never stopped caring about you. When you attacked me aboard the Ered’kiel, I knew the bond between us had to be broken.” Izzabelle looks in total disbelief at what Jericha is saying. “Is this your idea of some sick petty revenge?” Jericha shakes her head “It has nothing to do with revenge, I needed you to remember…” “Remember what Jericha, What precious thing did I have to remember?’ Jericha smiles sadly. “Me I needed you to remember me.” Izzabelle stops and gives Jericha an odd stare. “What are you talking about Jericha I already knew you.” Jericha looks up and silences Izzabelle “Not the person that you know now, who I was, who we were before you took that spell that destroyed you.” Izzabelle doesn’t say anything she just waits for Jericha to continue. “When Ebony’s spell destroyed you and Orion Brought you back, he was able to give you everyone memories but mine. All those years we spent together were gone from your mind. Two centuries worth of them, and you looked at me like I was a complete stranger.” Jericha pauses to take a breath before continuing. “Because of the bond I couldn’t share my memories with you. I knew you were becoming Felblood. Because you had been one for nearly two centuries fefore you were destroyed. We caused fear and devastation wherever we went Izzabelle. But you, you forgot me, forgot everything about who you were. When I saw you start to change, I thought you were coming back to me. But instead you fought it, attacking both Lord Salkeen and myself. I knew then that You would need to remember, and Yumara’s contract made it hard for us to stay bonded also.” Izzabelle looks up at Jericha her eyes full of disbelief “I was never A demon until Lord Salkeen forced the change” Jericha shakes her head “With Lord Salkeen’s permission after the two of you speak I will share with you all of my memories.” Jericha moves over to one of the empty chairs close to Lord Salkeen and sits in it.
why does every other word out of his mouth, make me want to knock that smug look right off of his face. “We have all the time in the world Lord Salkeen” Izzabelle snaps "but first you said that you couldn’t bond Jericha and I back together, I want to know why? We both belong to you do we not, as such you should be able to bond us back together. Surely something this simple can be done by a demon lord of your caliber.” Izzabelle says her mind still reeling from Jericha’s earlier words. “Also why didn’t you bind my soul to yours? Is it like the voices said you never had any intentions on keeping me? If you don’t want me I won’t stay and let my mind be destroyed again.”
“A new deal why would we need a new deal Lord Salkeen? Why should I trust you would keep this one after you so easily broke the first. I’m sorry but Jericha isn’t the only one that needed you, I needed you much more than she ever did. At least you were kind enough to heal her, not leave her burning and bleeding out until her mind and soul were completely wrecked.”
Miranda snorts and laughs, “Do you think you are the only one that might be getting back up. Yet I can definitely see where you would need it to win.” She ducks under the Green clones roundhouse kick. Spinning around she strikes out at it with her massive war hammer. Hitting it with a templars verdict. “If you Orc friend needs us to stop, so he can make more clones to hide behind, do let us know. We wouldn’t want you to feel that you didn’t have a chance.”
Myrandah glares at Varicar, “Like I would believe anything that came from your foul mouth. Yumara is with Rogal, most likely planning the wedding.” She strikes out at him with her light blessed weapon. “She would never join with your Master you delusional bastard.” She prepares to cast hammer of the righteous, when her shield is struck millions of times. Myrandah reels back as the fel monk continues his onslaught. With the second to,the last jab the shield bursts in an explosion of holy light. Striking Varicar, his clone and anyone else in the vicinity with a wave of holy magic. The Green clone is blasted back into,the trees, just as Varicar’s fist connects with the underside on Myrandah’s jaw. Her head snaps back with a sickening crack. She is actually lifted off the ground and thrown backwards. She chokes on the blood filling her mouth as she lands hard on the ground. She casts Cleanse on herself to stop the fel mists that surround the cursed monks hands from corrupting her flesh. The corruption messed with her mind. It made her think dark and twisted things. She rolls to her feet and wipes the blood from her mouth.
Myrandah watches as that foul loathsome creature tries to destroy her consecration. “I think not.” This time she casts consecrated ground not only would it deal holy damage, it would also slow down her enemies, while healing her and her companions. Calling upon her holy light she casts divine storm.
“Bring me back to your Master, don’t make me laugh you pathetic wretch. You couldn’t bring a flea to a dog.” She jumps back to avoid Varicars mists. A shiver runs up her spine, as a thought intrudes into her mind. Was Izzabelle with them, she had left to find Jericha, if Jericha was with the likes… no Izzabelle was stronger than that.
It takes Myrandah but a second to realize, whom Gregor is referring to. She would Cleanse the Gnome of his bothersome affliction once she had a moment to breathe. That wretched fel monk was relentless.
Salkeen crossed his arms over his chest as the women revved up to yell at each other, had this been anyone but Izzabelle confronting Jericha, Salkeen would have intervened.
Salkeen watched them snap at each other but it never truly became interesting until Jericha used her power and pinned Izzabelle down! Jericha continued pouring on the pain until finally Izzabelle relented to hear her out…
Salkeen hissed at the sheer words of this, Salkeen would teach her directly what he felt…
Salkeen listened as Jericha spilled her story of Izzabelle fighting Ebony and dying in the process, the truth that she had indeed been a felblood before Salkeen forced the change over… Salkeen growled, Reavrix had indeed told the truth when he was floating about Izzabelle…
Salkeen nodded his head when she was ready, Jericha would share all she knew!
Salkeen growled low, he had meant it when he said he could not rebond her and Jericha together… Not now when he knew of the fates coming to pass…
Salkeen snarled before responding, “I can’t because you will die…” Salkeen hissed, “We will all be tested by fate, to fight something destiny has decided will kill me and everything bonded to me!” Salkeen turned away, “Something is coming that is my end, but fate is a twisted mistress… Death can be avoided, when one is trained to take such a threat on…” Salkeen hissed, he despised revealing anything that might hint he wasn’t all powerful… “My bond however can’t be present or that threat will use my flames to consume us all!” Salkeen hissed, he sent fel flames across the room in rage…
Salkeen glared back towards her, “A new deal because I was forced to break the other… I had to choose… You or Jericha… What would you have done? If I asked you to choose Jericha or Sericon?!” Salkeen snarled bringing his hand up raging fel flames danced across his fingers… “I learn later, That if I chose to defy such a thing and keep you both, we all die by that destined fate!” Salkeen growled moving closer, “I hardly have a chioce in the matter myself…” Salkeen looked down breathing heavily, the heat of his rage quite apparent in the room… “I didn’t do so to just harm you…” Salkeen hissed glaring up at Izzabelle once more, his eyes were glowing brighter and brighter until at last it seemed as if they might shoot fire…
Salkeen stood up right, and gestured his hand over to Izzabelle lifting her from the ground with fel energy… “You are not weak, your soul isn’t weak, you are malnourished!” Salkeen growled sending fel from his body into Izzabelle’s, at first the sensation would be burning, but as it continued it might be one apparent that Izzabelle’s felblood body would accept the fel like a tree might accept nature magic. Salkeen was using fel to empower her soul so it could regrow to a stronger self, the fel would also flood her mind pushing out that which might not belong and giving Izzabelle more of the strength and power to be herself… Only when Izzabelle’s own eyes had the faint glow of fel did Salkeen relent and let her down… “I never desired for you to be weak… I see potential in you…” Salkeen hissed waiting for Izzabelle to rise.
Grundel wasn’t one to jump right into the Frey, no he abided his time. He watched as the Orc Assassin created multiple copies of himself. Nearly all would be fooled, but Grundel wasn’t a fool. He had honed all of his senses, it was required in his line of work. He didn’t just watch the resourceful Orc, no he did more. He took in the barely recognized smell of his sweat, the light coppery taint of blood on his armor. The nearly nonexistent rise and fall of his chest. The odor of the poison that coated the Assassin’s blades. Minuscule things that nearly all wouldn’t think to look for. He listened for the slight movement of air, the telltale beating of a heart. These were things Grundel used to tell the real from the copies. Once he was sure he can tell the real from the copies, Grundel makes his move.
Grundel shadow steps appearing behind the first clone he back stabs it, vanishing again before his blades are even pulled free. He is on the branch with the second clone in a flash. His foot coming down on its leg, crushing its knee, before his blade splits his mask and face in two. He screams at his brother as he drops down on Throggore like death from above. “Duck ya durn fool!” Gregor drops and rolls the bullet from Throggore that would have pierced his chest, instead strikes his shoulder. A large chunk of armor, flesh, muscle, and a bit of bone are blasted away by the explosive bullet. Gregor lets out an unholy bellow of pain and rage. He jumps to his feet like a demon possessed. With the combination of whirlwind, colossal smash, and shockwave, Gregor reduces the ten trees closest to him into splinters. “Ye wish to hide in the trees boy, I’ll bring every durn tree down.” Gregor unleashes another battle cry as he prepares prepares for some deforestation.
About the same time Grundel drops down onto Throggore, who whips out his blades at the last moment parrying Grundel’s attack. Receiving but a shallow slash across his chest, while Grundel took one on the left side of his face. Grundel feints and unleashes a fan of knives. Dozens of blades fly in Throggore’s direction. Grundel vanishes, shadow steps and is about to garrote Throggore when the Orc spins around at the last moment, slicing his blades along Grundel’s side. The Dwarf lets out a scream that sound like the end on the world had finally dawned upon him **NOOOOOOOO!!!” The blades themselves carve a path along his side about an inch deep and six inches long. “Forget the wee Gnome and the Lass my brother. We have much greater problems to deal with… me baubles they be running free.” As he says this Throggore watches as a bunch of gemstone fall from the cut he had just made in Grundel’s pouch. As the fell to the ground. The look in Grundel’s eyes made Gregor look sane.
“Whether I live or die is my choice to make Salkeen, not yours. Besides you knew nothing of this fate, when you ripped my soul from Jericha’s. So don’t use that retched excuse on me.” Izzabelle growls glaring at him from her position on the bed. “If you cannot own me, then you will not command me Salkeen. I will find the strength they you stripped from me, even if I must turn to the Void.” Izzabelle says the last part barely above a whisper. They cannot be trusted, trying to get rid, made you weak… the voice in her head tries to drive dissension into her mind. The thing is the voice sound just like hers.
“You seem to think you are saving us all by doing this Salkeen.” Izzabelle snaps laughing a bit madly. As she speaks some of her demonic features begin to show themselves, her horns grow from her head as her wings unfold from her back. “Bound or unbound if you die we all die Salkeen.” Flames dance across Izzabelle’s glossy black demonic scales. “Death can be avoided, why should I save you Salkeen, why should I who you destroyed give up everything to save you? Don’t say so that I can live, my life means next to nothing to me at this time. Besides I’ll be rendered practically useless once this farce of a bond with you is gone. When that happens I would have been better off had Orion not interfered.” She turns and looks away from Salkeen.
“Then perhaps we should be consumed Salkeen.” Izzabelle says her voice so low it’s barely discernible. She looks down at the floor, she cannot stay a part of him, she cannot be a part of Jericha I’m so freaking useless now, why did you not let me die Orion! Surely Things would have been better if I had. I don’t want to lose… What does it even matter Izzabelle sighs what would she do once the last nail was driven into her coffin?
“I would have chosen neither Salkeen.” Izzabelle says as she watches the flames dance across Salkeen’s fingers.
“As I said Earlier Salkeen, my life at this point, means very little to me. I also cannot say that Yours or Jericha’s mean much to me at the moment either.” Izzabelle’s Demonic side is on edge from the amount of rage pouring off of Lord Salkeen at the moment. While her elven side shatters a little more. “Didn’t do it to harm me, don’t make me laugh. You knew nothing of this fate, when you stripped my soul from Jericha’s, nor when you so eagerly signed that contract with your Master. You are no Saint Salkeen!”
Izzabelle’s lets out a scream of pure rage and hatred as Salkeen lifts her in the air and his fel flames wash over her. As her demonic half welcomes them and the temporary power they will bring. Her mind and Elven half feel betrayal beyond words, and hate beyond anything she has ever experienced before. As her body was powered by the fel, her mind was further destroyed. Why did no one ever think to even try and understand her. When he finally releases her she glares up at him her eyes practically burning inside her skull. “You ignorant Bastard, you know nothing of me. I despise you, all the fell you possess cannot fill the holes, you left in my soul. The Fel that you can give me will not return the strength that you stole.” Before anyone can act Izzabelle activates her demonic gateway and vanishes. Her mind is in such a chaotic state right now, she isn’t even capable of sane thinking at the moment. A moment later Izzabelle appears in Jericha’s room aboard the Ered’kiel.
“Are you sure you wish to do this Suzuna?” Nedde asked the Eredar high priestess as she dressed for the journey she was about to make. “You have no idea what perils might await you. The place was a battleground not that long ago.” Nedde continued on concern lacing her voice. Suzuna looks over at Nedde and smiles. “Please do not worry for me so Nedde, I shall be cautious in my endeavors.” Suzuna replies trying to calm the nerves of her Sister. “I go to find if the one who was sent here for asylum still lives. Also to figure out the cause of the forest that now grows there. She check her gear one last time, certain she has everything she heads towards the demonic gateway. She stops before the gateway, and turns to Nedde. “You have it right?” Suzuna asks. Nedde nods her head, with that confirmation Suzuna steps through the portal and into the dark twisted forest of Centralis.
Meanwhile Izzabelle appears in Jericha’s room aboard the Ered’kiel. She wishes to rip her flesh from her very bones. She feels like she has been attacked… They never ask, they never ask… they just do…do whatever they damn well Please. Why did Salkeen insist on destroying her more and more. She had heard his words in Orion’s space…why had he attacked her. Izzabelle goes into stealth and quickly leaves Jericha’s room. It isn’t long before she finds her way off of the Ered’kiel and into the twisted maze of the dark forest. She quickly takes to the branches. For the first time since her death she feels the sensation of crawling in her throat. Moments later a half dozen fel infused, plague spiders climb out of her mouth. They all grow to the size of medium dogs and take to the trees. Izzabelle follows close behind. They were rivers of fel that ran through this cursed land. She wished to bath in one burn her cursed flesh away to nothing.
Suzuna activates a shield around herself that would render her invisible and untrackable to must less powerful than her. She can sense the aura of a Demon Lord, two to be exact. One was dead and fading fast. The other still lingered strongly over the area. Although the smell of the forest, with its abundance of flora and fauna, did much to mask the smell. Still the death and utter destruction was rather apparent. Suzuna watches as the twisted fey, and fey like creatures move throughout the trees. There’s small groups of demons moving about patrolling the area. She is unsure about asking them so she continues making her way to the ruined citadel. All of her senses are tuned in to hear anything that might be approaching her. Her staff is in her hands and at the ready. Should she need I’d quickly, which praise be she would not. The Forest seemed more dense and dark the closer she got to the citadel. Suzuna pauses when she sees it, a wreck of a mighty legion vessel wrapped in the roots of a great tree. She goes to move closer and is stopped by a Dagger pressed to her throat. “Who are you and why are you here.”
Izzabelle had been moving swiftly over the branches of the Dark forest. When she came upon something that begged her attention. A Eredar Demoness in the gear of a high priestess was moving through the forest. She shouldn’t be her, They had fought Reavrix, What right did any demon have to be here. No other than those fought should be here. Izzabelle shadows the Priestess from the branches above. It would seem she was headed for the citadel. Did she work for the cursed wannabe Reavrix Izzabelle growls slightly. and drops from the trees. A nano second later she has the priestess pinned to the tree with her dagger prepared to carve a permanent smile across her neck. “Who are you and Why are you here.”
“The high priestess shows no signs of being afraid. She instead seems to exude control and calmness. “My name is Suzuna, I’m the High priestess and Mind healer of the covenant of Serephine.” Suzuna say this her body doesn’t even tremble once as she speaks ‘As for why I am here, I seek knowledge on the origins of the forest. I also seek o e that was sent to us for asylum.” Suzuna doesn’t demand anything she just waits patiently. After a few moments the sharpened blade is removed from her throat. She slowly turns, her eyes widen in Surprise. “Izzabelle?” Suzuna asks unsure if it’s even possible. Izzabelle becomes somewhat on the defensive. “How do you know me?” Izzabelle asks ready to fight if she needed to. Did Salkeen send one of his minions for her. Suzuna looks at her. “I’ve known you for a very long time Izzabelle, you and Jericha both.” Suzuna looks into Izzabelle’s eyes and frowns slightly. The eyes were like gateways to the mind. The mind Suzuna saw behind Izzabelle’s eyes was damaged. “I do not wish to do anything that you do not want. But I can see your mind is in tu4moil. I promise not to change, or touch anything inside of you Head. I just wish to look and see the extent of the damage” Izzabelle seems wary, so far she has been constantly attacked by those claiming to want to help her, after a moment she nods her head up and down. Suzuna reaches out and gently presses the back of her hand to Izzabelle’s Head. After a few minutes she removes her hand. Her own mind still reeling from the madness, and damage, she encountered while in Izzabelle’s.
Sericon had been the silent wall flower for long enough! The warlock had just watched the communications between Salkeen and Izzabelle foul up and fall apart! Again his Lord acted as if he knew it all, said he would act one way and Izzabelle would act according to his will! For the powerful being he was, he knew very little about his own minion… As Izzabelle felt the fel lance into her body and fill her with power, she was only filled with more rage and betrayal!
With a great flash Izzabelle vanished from the room, to where Sericon didn’t even know! Sericon hissed himself, he had begun to finally reach his own limits and felt he was about to do something probably incredibly stupid!
Sericon leapt up from the bed where Izzabelle had pulled him to and pointed a accusatory finger at his lord, “Do you ever think before acting? First she fled you for your Damned contract, then she even died! And when you bring her back, you continue straight up fighting!” Sericon barked, his own emotions not quite under control, caused his fel magic to flare up around his horns.
“You don’t understand her so quit trying to act like you do!!” Sericon growled, “I barely understand her and I still know her many times over you!!” Sericon poured on the words, he knew it might end horribly if Salkeen felt like using his claws over his own words…
“She feels so alone! A loneliness you created! Whether or not you wish to have a bond with her, it is quite obvious that she needs some kind of bond!” Sericon yelled he nearly raised his hands in rage, a act that would clearly show Salkeen that he wanted to rage…
“If you are so sure on cutting Izzabelle’s bond to yourself, I demand you do the same to me! I have been apart of your armies for eons, but now I choose to follow Izzabelle…” Sericon hissed looking down and away from his lord, perhaps he wasn’t sure the family he had joined.
Yumara lifts her head slightly so that she can see Master better as she responds to him. “Is Master referring to the task of fixing Izzabelle. I believe Salkeen’s pig headed Volatile nature, and Izzabelle’s single minded volatile nature are going to clash, Master.” Yumara stops to ponder what she is going to say next. “I understand why Izzabelle is upset that Salkeen didn’t bind her soul to his. I also understand why she desperately wants to have her soul rebound to Jericha’s. Either though none of these things can happen Master. Izzabelle is weakened greatly because of it.” Yumara stops for a moment then continues, she knows Master is understood many things and would easily get what she was saying. “Izzabelle’s soul being removed from Jericha’s would be something akin to Salkeen and his demon being torn from one another. I don’t think Salkeen realizes that he broke Izzabelle’s connection to the only source of power that could handle the constant drain.” Now is where Yumara hoped that she could put it into words that could be understood.
“Izzabelle requires bonds, Master, and is capable of having many. I know Orion wishes for her to be bound to Salkeen’s Pilot. However even with that bond, Izzabelle will still need to be bound to someone much more powerful than herself, Master.” Yumara lightly taps her chin as she thinks. Without the bond to Jericha not only did Izzabelle lose the protections that her mind required, but she was effectively cut off from the power source she needed to maintain herself and the power she possesses, Master. To put it hopefully in a understanding way. The Flesh construct that everyone fought earlier would have been weak. If it had all of the Titan blood suddenly stripped from it during the battle. Izzabelle is the flesh construct, Jericha was the Titan blood that powered her. Without the blood to power her, Izzabelle is forced to destroy her body, mind, and soul as she pulls on her life energies to try and reach the potential she once held when bound to Jericha.” Yumara reaches out and grips Masters robe a little more firmly. Izzabelle runs the risk of either killing herself, or going into a magical coma if she continues using her life to power her abilities. Why won’t she trust you Master, Why is she so adamant in the thought you will destroy her mind.” Yumara asks the frustration evident in her voice.
Knowing this suddenly the tomes importance magnified in Yumara’s mind. It was like Jericha it must be protected at all costs. Her soul was the safest place in which to House something of such importance. “I will let nothing happen to it.” Yumara meant exactly that, she would defend this book until her death and even beyond if possible. Yumara also had another hope, with the book housed within the Soul tree Jericha would be unable to sense its presence. That might allow for her to be in Masters presence within fleeing.
There’s a loud clang of a metal object striking the floor scant moments after the words appear on the Soul tree. Looking down Master Isaik would see the Dagger of binding laying on the floor before it vanishes. Then he would feel it, his hold over Yumara growing stronger than it ever was before. The Soul tree had excepted Isaik as its Master thus cementing His control over Yumara, rendering useless the need for the Dagger.
Yumara knows that Master would keep his word and do everything in his power to prevent such an event. After all he had a goal to obtain and Yumara would see that he obtained it. “Know this Master, if things go wrong and Salkeen dies. I will still remember everything about you. If you exist anywhere in the universe I will find you. Because I am Masters in all worlds in all times.” Yumara speaks with the air of certainty and conviction.
Izzabelle stands there trembling in barely contained rage as the Eredar priestess lightly presses her hand against her forehead. Her entire body and mind are expecting an attack. Like the way Lord Salkeen, and that Pandaren from earlier had attacked her. Yet in the end the Priestess spoke the truth, she did nothing more than just look into her mind.
Izzabelle’s watches as the Priestess stumbles back a little, and is forced to grab onto a nearby tree for balance. Once Suzuna gains her footing she speaks to Izzabelle. “I know you don’t remember me Izzabelle, but I’ve known you for some time. I was there to help you the first time your Demonic heritage made itself known. So please believe me when I say, I will not do anything to you.” Suzuna says this as clearly as she can trying to emphasize that she can be trusted. “I will not harm you Izzabelle, nor will I heal you without first obtaining your permission. Right now your mind is unable to distinguish healing from harming. If I were to try and heal you, you would see it as an attack.” Izzabelle realizes that Suzuna is telling the truth, she did see everything as being an attack. She looks at Suzuna closely before speaking. “Why did he attack me like he did, why doesn’t he want me?” Izzabelle asks her voice breaking slightly. Suzuna looks confused “Who attacked you, who doesn’t want you, if you are not wanted you can return with me Izzabelle.” The Priestess found herself a little irate at the thought of Izzabelle being attacked. Being a mind healer seeing someone with a mind as damaged as Izzabelle’s she wants to help. Yet knows that she cannot unless she first obtains Izzabelle’s permission. “Lord Salkeen.” Izzabelle practically growled “that ignorant pig head…” Suzuna spins around that name setting every nerve of hers on edge. “Lord Salkeen, as in the Demon Lord that Jericha is contracted to?” She had heard of This Lords ruthlessness, power and all consuming rage many times from Jericha. Suzuna prays that this Lord Salkeen doesn’t sense her presence. If he does hopefully he will not see as being worth his time, perhaps Nedde was right. Izzabelle snorts “yeah sadly it’s that Salkeen.”
As much as Suzuna wished to return to the protected haven she now had three thing she wished to accomplish. One she could attempt to take care of now if she was aloud to. She holds her hands up in a gesture to say trust me. “Izzabelle your mind is greatly damages, it is filled with these psychological cobwebs. These webs blur what you see, they alter truths and how you would normally perceive things.” She stops speaking for a moment to see if Izzabelle understood what she was saying… “What are you talking about, How do you know about them.” Izzabelle snaps her hand reaching for her Dagger. Suzuna backs away slightly her hand still held out before her. “Izzabelle please calm down I’m not going to do anything, the cobwebs in the mind in more a metaphor. The way your mind perceives things is messed up.” Izzabelle seems unsure “Why aren’t you attacking me like they did?” Izzabelle asks in a quiet voice. “Not one of them cared what I thought or felt, they just do whatever they please.” Izzabelle continues her body shaking slightly. “Sericon is the only one that cares, he’s the only one that has ever asked how I feel about something. Everyone else treats me like a puppet, that they can do whatever they Please with.”
Suzuna nods her head in understanding “I understand Izzabelle, and if you give me your permission I can help you.” Izzabelle seems kind of unsure about this. “What makes you think that I require your help, you could be working for Salkeen, you could be here to break me.” The Mind healer sighs softly “You don’t, but I promise you that I am not. If you give me the permission needed to wipe those cobwebs from your mind. You will see things much clearer.” Izzabelle hisses and jumps away “you lying witch you wish to mess with me as well… all of you are…” Suzuna screamed out in sheer frustration “No I do not wish to attack you, you daft addle brained idiot. If you will let me help you, you would see that. I swear that you can cut my still beating heart from my body if I lie. I promise that I will do nothing more than wipe away the cobwebs. Seeing your mind in such horrible conditions is painful.” Izzabelle glares at her “why don’t you just do whatever you Please? Everyone else does!” The Priestess shrugs “Because it would be pointless, uncless Given permission those cobwebs will return even stronger. Leading you to try and destroy yourself to undo the perceived damage.” Suzuna takes a deep breath “I beg you Izzabelle please allow me to wipe the webs from your mind?” Izzabelle paces back and forth “That is all you will do, you promise.” Suzuna nods “You have my word” after a few more minutes Izzabelle slowly approaches her. “If you lie to me I will kill you, not only you but your entire covenant.” Suzuna nods in understanding. “Is there a place safer than here to do this, there’s many creatures moving about this place, that would like to have us for dinner.”
The only place Izzabelle can think of would be the Ered’kiel. “Yes there is follow me” Izzabelle and Suzuna make their way back, and onto the Ered’kiel. Once on the downed vessel Izzabelle brings Suzuna to Jericha’s rooms. She doesn’t realize that Salkeen will feel the presence of an unknown demon aboard his vessel. Not only would this presence be on his ship, but in Jericha’s room. Once in the room Suzuna sits on the bed and instructs Izzabelle to lay down with her head on her lap. “It can be done sitting up but I assure you this way is more comfortable.” Izzabelle stalls for about ten minutes, not once during that time did Suzuna try and push her, it felt nice. Once she was comfortable she asks one last time. “Nothing else you promise.” “Yes Izzabelle, I promise. Now don’t think, just feel and close your eyes.” Suzuna erects a powerful barrier around both her and Izzabelle. It would not do for them to be attacked while she was dusting Izzabelle’s mind so to speak. Salkeen wouls sense and explosion of power as Suzuna calls upon her gift.
“Open your eyes Izzabelle” Suzuna whispers softly into her ear. “How do you feel.” At first Izzabelle doesn’t feel any different at all. She is about to tell the Priestess it was a waste of her time, when she notices the tiny differences in her thinking patterns. she is still hurt and extremely angry at Jericha, Salkeen, and Isaik. Tears fall down her face, uncontrollably she was so afraid of Salkeen giving her up. So afraid of being left powerless and unwanted, terrified that Master Isaik wanted to break her mind. Now however she understands why she feels this way. Her own fears were used against her, they were twisted, to make her see what was done in the worse possible way. Her soul still felt hollow and it was beginning to eat away at her sanity once more. She still felt weak and useless and desperately wanted her connection with Jericha back. She also comes to the realization that she is most likely in deep trouble with Lord Salkeen. She knows that the best thing she can do is return. Yet she is beyond hurt still, and experiences these overwhelming emotions of anger and abandonment when she is in Jericha’s and Salkeen’s vicinity. She looks up at Suzuna and quickly sits up, “I have to go now before the emptiness reclaims my brain. Thank you for keeping your word.” Izzabelle stands up and leaves the room, Suzuna follows behind her “If you need anything else Izzabelle just say it.” Suzuna says as they walk along the halls.
Izzabelle gives Suzuna the directions to get off the vessel not that they were actually needed. Then watches as she disappears down the hall, once she is out of sight, Izzabelle makes her way to where the command bridge would be. She enters the room and walks onto the bridge, the demons that remained on the vessel that are working in the bridge turn to look at her. They might of attacked, but easily recognized the power of their Lord pouring off of her. Izzabelle stands there for a moment steeling her nerves. Before she can change her mind she speaks. “Master Isaik I wish to speak with you.” She knew that even though she barely whispered what she said he would hear her. Right now she was ready to talk, she needed to talk now while she still could.
Isaik glanced back towards Yumara, “I am fortunately not, I am unsure there volatile natures could handle a simple mining operation… The Titan construct now lying dead on Centralis, is merely a microscopic piece of the whole that was lying in a secret location… A shattered world that was once not unlike Azeroth during her days during the Black empire…” Isaik explained trying to show that this incursion wasn’t for the rotting mountain of Titan flesh left of the surface but the location to a literal shattered world… “As for Salkeen and Izzabelle, I too have my doubts… As far as I see it’s going sour quickly…” Isaik hissed, watching the two argue with each each other through Sericon’s eyes…
“I also understand to many the binding of oneself to another is a rather addictive feeling, to be apart of someone truly, you feel more, experience more… Even without her personal feelings involved it is not a easy task to suddenly be alone once more…” Isaik explained, he had known a few minions who had become what one might refer to as addicted to having a bond…
Isaik nodded looking away from the aggressive words he saw from Sericon’s eyes, “Besides Salkeen you or I remain the only other effective source of power, though I do know her mind would be detrimental to your own…” Isaik spoke as if he was trying to place together this truly mad puzzle before him, He grew slightly distracted as he checked on Varicar and Throggore…
Isaik moved his hand showing he was still listening, “Izzabelle needs a bond for power much like the Highborne of Quel’Thalas need the Sunwell…” Isaik understood quite well, without something to supplant that power Izzabelle would use her life force until it was expended…
Isaik hissed the words, “Ebony… Salkeen has demanded that when the time comes I aid him on that endeavor…” Isaik gave a dry laugh, “As if he had much of a choice, that dark elf has interfered to much with my plans not to feel my retribution…” Isaik hissed, they would see who would win in the end…
Isaik knew his Yumara would protect the tome, however it was time to reveal more… “If Salkeen dies, He will be coming for me next…” Isaik’s voice grew darker more ancient… “Ironic that even after all these eons it will be the same combatants in the end…” Isaik hissed, before regaining a bit of composure, though he and Zalak were indeed only one entity now, it was hard to reveal the whole truth on why it was the same individuals who would come to end him…
Isaik turned to view Varicar and Throggore once more, “It seems the tide is turning against our two sent to retrieve Izzabelle and eliminate Smuggs… They may need backup… Perhaps I shall send the Bone Render, he and the Assassin have not seen each other in quite some ti…” Isaik paused as he felt something most peculiar, a new demonic presence had appeared nearby Izzabelle as she had made distance with Salkeen.
Isaik could’ve appeared within seconds of the disturbance, but something told him it was unwise, perhaps he had seen this timeline before long ago… The Master would opt for patience this time, he however knew Salkeen would also sense such a presence… The Master considered for but a moment before concealing the demonic presence with his magic, Salkeen would be able to sense her when he was ready for him too… It wasn’t long after that Izzabelle’s power levels spiked now that was truly interesting… Isaik was left with a choice, Salkeen would seek out Izzabelle to see the change, unless the proper distraction appeared… Isaik revealed the other demonic presence much stronger than usual as soon as it gained a bit of distance from Izzabelle…
Isaik knew Yumara would also sense such presences, and power shifts, he watched intently, devising what these new variables would mean… Waving his hand to the side while he observed, he summoned a portal for Maleok and sent him a suggestion of going through it to aid the minions on Azeroth… He nearly moved to do more when he heard it…
It was all that was needed, for him to appear… The Master faded into the shadows from his vessel, Yumara could choose to follow or stay if she desired, before his glowing yellow eyes appeared in the shadowed areas of the Ered’Kiel’s bridge… Isaik walked forward as if he had gone through a mere doorway… “Hello my dear, you called and I have answered…” Isaik responded to Izzabelle’s, he stayed near the edges of the shadows, he could approach but sometimes restraint was wiser.
Maleok followed the women as they made their way aboard the new legion vessel, it was best he thought he could do, no point staying on this planet and Maleok didn’t wish to be left behind!
As Maleok strode his way aboard the new vessel he was quick to see the women that looked so familiar to each take off down their own path… Maleok continued forward, unlike the Masters vessel, Maleok was sure he didn’t have a personal domain, so he would continue forward until he found someone of higher ranking them him.
Something pushed at his mind, Maleok should continue forward down this hallwall, it wasn’t long before Maleok came upon what he was sent to look for… Near a darkened corner of the hallways a void portal sprang to life, Maleok stood on the edge of the portal, looking at its dark featureless surface, Maleok was unsure whether to cross… Yet again at the back of his mind a voice urged him forward…
Picking himself up and mentally preparing for whatever was on the other side of the Maleok trudged forward through the void portal, the light nearly blinded him as he found himself in a massive forest, he could see bamboo nearby… Maleok didn’t need to be there long before he heard the familiar sounds of combat someplace nearby! It didn’t take much for Maleok to be pushed forwards towards such a incursion, he heavily stomped towards the sounds of aggressive battle!
Maleok forced a tree a outta his way before seeing what he needed! Throggore?! Maleok knocked down another tree before roaring in a primal rage towards the individuals he saw attacking his… Friend! “I gonna crush ya body to dust!” Maleok roared charging towards Gregor, and slamming his weapon into the earth causing blight to spray up from underneath! Maleok continued his assault by grabbing a nearby tree and sending it crashing towards the warrior dwarf!
Varicar laughed dryly, “You think such words effect me? I am here for my mission and if I get to crush your life force out while I’m at it the better!” Varicar hissed as the light burned at his vision and the magic cut into his ribs… He now had a rather sizable gash, but before he even rolled back up to attack again his body was stitching the wound back together!
“Yumara is the very reason I’m alive…” Varicar spat his head twisted slightly, with a quick move he pulled a dagger free and dragged it across his own chest! Corrupted blood spilled onto the earth below him as he revealed his inner organs, his heart slowly pumping and wrapped in vine like spindles…
Varicar hissed as Myrandah renewed her consecration, the corrupting mists above detonated spraying fel energy around the battlefield, Varicar leapt up to dodge one of the raging blows from the pig headed dwarf but still felt the cold steel nick his flesh and tear his clothing… Varicar’s mask fell free revealing a twisted elven face with long black ebony hair… “You wish to rampage around you insufferable fool? Try this on for size!”
Varicar conjured a ball of chi within his hands before tossing it to the sky to detonate seemingly harmlessly! However unknown to the attackers, Varicar had laced the field with razor thin strings of chi, carelessly running into them would result in cuts as deep as several inches, alone they weren’t much danger but now the field was littered with them! As Myrandah cast a divine storm the razor sharp lines reflected back revealing a true spider webbed mess of razor chi wires… Varicar watched as a new combatant joined the enemy group, a rogue, the rogue and Throggore seemed pretty evenly matched until Throggore scored a lucky shot dropping something the dwarf valued down to the forest floor! As the gems fell a few glanced off the invisible razor chi wires possible alerting the rogue to their presence!
It was at this moment a familiar presence raged on to the field! Maleok no doubt brought here by the master charged in and immediately began his onslaught on the dwarven warrior… The revelation made Varicar pleased, no longer was it a two versus four but a three on three as long as the gnome was still hindered by the hallucinogenic toxin! Varicar leapt at Myrandah once more intent on ensuring she couldn’t cast her Damned light to help her allies!!
Once given permission to reveal all when she was ready Jericha moves back over to stand near Lord Salkeen. She thought of leaving, being in this room even with the atmosphere that permeated it. Left Jericha wanting to throw Lord Salkeen down onto the silky blood red covers of that humongous bed. Instead she stands close to him and remains silent.
Jericha listens as Lord Salkeen speaks with Izzabelle, trying to get her to understand why he must do this thing. Jericha was certain that giving Lord Salkeen’s love of power, he would not release Izzabelle if there was anyway for him to keep her. One doesn’t toss away their most powerful weapons, unless they are left with no choice. Izzabelle has the chance to save them all and she is instead arguing with Lord Salkeen. She knows that Izzabelle is hurt, that she want their bond back. Jericha knows this because she wants the bond back as well. Yet unlike Izzabelle she understands that it cannot be. Thoughts start flooding her mind, options that might work, she truly didn’t want to see Izzabelle in that state of death again Jericha gasps and trembles slightly as Lord Salkeen sends his flames across the room.
Jericha sighs, she should of known that Izzabelle wouldn’t listen to what Lord Salkeen was trying to say. Just because Lord Salkeen knew nothing of this newest fate forced upon him, doesn’t mean that he acted without reason. Jericha knows that what Salkeen did unbinding Izzabelle from her was for the best. Izzabelle’s next words have Jericha letting out a low growl as her void starts to wash over her. How dare she threaten to turn to the void. Salkeen might not be able to keep her, but he owns her now. He really should punish Izzabelle before giving her up, she has done much that requires punishment.
Jericha hisses in anger, overcome with the desire to wring Izzabelle’s neck with all six of her hands. Your ignorance is frightening Izzabelle, Lord Salkeen is trying to save us all. He knows that by Saving himself that he saves us. Why? Why would you want to save him, because by doing so you save us all. Still Jericha was starting to see that Izzabelle’s mind might be to far gone. Still she thinks
Jericha slumps slightly, was Izzabelle really that broken, she hated seeing her Soul Sister brought down so low. She hated even more that she wouldn’t even try to understand.
For the first time since all this began, Jericha is forced to face the reality that Izzabelle might very well let them all die. Had Lord Salkeen and her truly destroyed Izzabelle like she keeps claiming they did. Jericha wanted to share all those memories with her. Yet it would seem that Izzabelle didn’t want the memories, she wanted her. Izzabelle wanted Lord Salkeen to keep her, Jericha knewcall to Well the overwhelming need to belong to Lord Salkeen. She was also fairly certain that the bond that Izzabelle and her once had, was the reason Izzabelle so desperately clung to Lord Salkeen. the next thing Izzabelle says has Jericha looking questionably at her Lord and Master. Why didn’t he bind Izzabelle’s soul to his, when he held all those strands of it. Jericha had thought that he would have done that
Jericha watches as in the time frame of mere minutes everything falls apart. Lord Salkeen tries to help Izzabelle the only way he knows how. She feels weak and he gives her power the only way he is able to do so… Izzabelle however does not welcome this help and power the way that any greatful demon would. Instead she rages and vanishes, Jericha was left to wonder if the things she were thinking were even possible.
Jericha snapped as she Listened to this wretch yell at Lord Salkeen, like his thoughts actually mattered. Jericha’s form grow about feet in heighth, her muscles become more pronounced. Two extra sets of arms rip free from either side of her torso. Then she is on Sericon before he can so much as let out his breath. Lifting him up by the neck, she hurls him like a rag doll across the room and into the wall on the other side. “You presume to speak to your Lord in such a disrespectful way?” Jericha slowly makes her way towards where he landed. Void rolls in waves off of her demonic form. Reaching him she brings a foot down onto one of his legs, completely shattering Sericon’s knee. Bending down she wraps a large clawed hand around his face, lifting him from the floor she slams him against the wall. A set of her arms pins Sericon’s arms to the wall as well. “You get all angry that Lord Salkeen doesn’t understand your precious Izzabelle. Yet Izzabelle isn’t trying to understand Lord Salkeen either.” Jericha has her void start eating away at the flesh on Sericon’s neck and arms. “You saw Izzabelle body when it was nothing but a dried husk, mostly wasted away didn’t you?” Jericha spits out her hands tightening, “Did you enjoy seeing Izzabelle like that? For that is exactly how she will be if Lord Salkeen keeps her, that is how we will all be. Lord Salkeen has things he will accomplish, and I will help him.” She pulls Sericon away from the wall and drags him over to Lord Salkeen. Stopping before him she drops Sericon at his feet, he would deal with him now. In a flash Jericha returns to her normal form. “Lord Salkeen might I suggest something, I’m not sure if it will work though?”
Another rogue took Throggore’s attention as soon as he became visible, Throggore missed the killing shot but still managed to cause a sizable wound to that dwarven fool…
Throggore growled as he would need to leap to a new tree soon, but Grundel leapt down upon him… The two battled hard before Throggore managed to score a quick blow along side the dwarf causing colorful baubles to rain down to the forest floor! Throggore smirked before he felt the cool blade of Grundel slip and cut his outter arm, the Orc rogue responded by punching hard with his bladed fist hoping to gouge the dwarves left eye out permanently blinding him… It was not to be so as the blade nicked to high cutting the dwarves eyebrow…
Throggore leapt away to another tree branch before pulling a pistol free to fire at Grundel! The clever dwarf responded quickly by tossing a knife at Throggore, the gun shot glanced off the bladed knife embedding into a nearby tree… Throggore hissed, he felt the sting of knives on the armor in his back, several had managed to pierce it and jab into him… Throggore glared at Grundel, “You wish to see rage? I show you rage!” The Orc spat.
Revealing a dark red liquid in a vial from his vest the orc quickly brought it to his lips and drank deeply… The Orc shuddered before grasping his throat, along his body Throggore’s veins bulged nearly out of his body and swelled red… The Orc glared up at Grundel before lunging forward invigorated by the potion and moving many times faster than usual! “Die Beardling!” Throggore roared moving at amazing speeds his body becoming a flurry of blades!!
Ahcire took her sisters hand before disappearing beyond the portal leading to aboard this new vessel of Salkeen’s! She was in such wonder that the Lord has called upon a new vessel so quickly! “I wonder where our rooms are?!” Ahcire squealed before running down a nearby hallway, she still held Jaseiah by her hand and ruthlessly dragged her prey with her for her ship exploration!
Ahcire yanked her sister down hallway after hallway before finally stopping and staring at what she was sure she had been looking for! Several rooms with different lettering on the doors! Ahcire rushed over to the room that just seemed to call out to her before practically smashing the door down to get inside!
Inside was just what she desired, Quel’Thalas like adornments covered the wall, with just a hint of legion in every piece! It was much like the lavish decorations that the felblood under Kael’thas would own! The only minor touches that truly made it her own was decorated targets on the walls and around the room, a massive bed for her spirit beast friend and floating crystals that seemed to hum!
All Ahcire could do was scream in delight before rushing in and taking in the sights! The room was so overwhelming Ahcire nearly fainted before grabbing onto her sister for life and breath… Ahcire took a few deep breaths before poking her sister, “What’s in your room?”
Jaseiah laughs happily as she is eagerly hauled off to explore the vessel and find their rooms. She might not show it as much outwardly, but she is just as excited as Ahcire is to find their rooms. She finds herself getting more and more excited the closer they get to their destination. Soon Jaseiah feels a tugging sensation that pulls her towards one of the room. wait that was just her sister, beating down one of the doors and dragging her inside.
Jaseiah stares in awe at the sheer size and magnificence of the room before her. Then she lets out a shriek of laughter and joy. Not thinking she grabs hold of Ahcire’s hand and drags her off to explore the room, that isn’t even hers. She squeals with delight. “Just look at the size of this room Ahcire?” Jaseiah blurts out excitedly, It might not be becoming for a child of a demon lord to be acting this way. Yet Jaseiah could care less what anyone thought, she was still a child and had never seen a room of this magnitude before. She suddenly starts laughing as Nakano makes himself comfortable on his bed. “It would seem that your cat has already claimed his spot!”
Jaseiah blinks her room blinks again what was in her room then it hits her. Letting out an excited shriek she grabs Ahcire and drags her out of the room they are in. Nakano looks up from the bed then goes back to cleaning his paws. there had been a door calling out to Jaseiah just scant seconds before Ahcire drug her into her room. Now the position was reversed, Jaseiah was the one dragging her sister off into her room. It wasn’t far away, as a matter of fact it was right beside it. When she finally threw the door open and hauled Ahcire inside, she was stunned by the magnificence of the room she was standing in. Their were weapon and armor racks lined up against the walls, there was a sitting area, and a large desk for studying. There was a closet full of clothes, shelf’s lined with books, of both the magical and non magical varieties. The room decor was mostly dark and demonic themed scattered with telltale signs of void. Yet amid this all was a light that shone down from the vaulted ceiling. Casting a soothing glow over everything. Jaseiah’s attention is drawn to the huge four poster canopied bed. The size is mind blowing the bed itself seems to be made of the darkest wood and fel iron. The bed posts themselves now that she is closer, resembles a bunch of souls being tortured. She can see the faces twisted in terror an pain. Standing atop them all are great winged demons, that make up the top four corners and the canopy. Jaseiah realized suddenly that these aren’t demons, their gargoyles, and these gargoyles are very much alive. She looks at her sister and grins “We should make a door to connect our rooms together.”
Gregor let out a roar as the massive undead Drakkari joined the battle. Finally someone worth battling “Ye couldn’t crush an egg, if ye tripped and fell on it. Ye large smelly brute.” Gregor swings his axe creating a massive gust of wind that sends most of the blight flying harmlessly back towards the Drakkari. Still some of it splatters on his armor, and some of his exposed flesh. He grits his teeth as he feels the blight eating away at his flesh. Dropping down to a knee he yanks out a flask, popping the top he quickly drinks it. Gregor drops the flask and spins around and lets his ax fly. There’s an explosion of wood and splinters as it strikes the tree the Bone Render had hurled at him. The Dwarf suddenly leaps into the air, it is then that the potion in the flask takes effect.
Gregor falls from the sky like an avalanche, striking the Drakkari Who with a swing of his mighty weapon deflected most of the damage, yet some razor sharp rocks, managed to slice deep gouges into his exposed flesh. Behind the avalanche of falling stone and debris, was Gregor. The berserker enraged Dwarf, brings his ax down hard, the Drakkari just barely manages to ge his weapon up to parry the blow. Gregor growls and flips backwards kicking the Drakkari in the chest. The Drakkari stumbles back, a twisted grin appears on its face. The Bone Render takes one look at the Dwarfs bloody wounded shoulder. Taking control of the exposed bone, he forms the pieces of it into razor sharp blades. Then rips the from the Dwarf further shredding the flesh and muscle. Nerves are severed as bone shards are torn from the whole. Gregor screams out in pain and rage as his arm falls uselessly to his side. “I can beat ye with one arm!” He brings his ax down to cleave his foe, before unleashing a whirlwind of blades at the Drakkari.
While the Orc with the ridiculous mask drank his potion. Grundel swigged down one of his own. A single tear s.id down the Dwarfs face at the loss of his precious baubles. He would gather up all his precious babies once this battle was over. The Orc comes at him with a flurry of blades. Grundel can barely deflect the first half dozen blows, before the Orc breaks through his defenses. The Dwarf lets out a roar of laughter as the Orcs blades bounce off his hide like they are striking iron. “Ye think Ye are the only one to use potions. A few of the swings nick the Grundel’s flesh leaving a flurry of small slices all over his skin.
Grundel doubles up his fist and drives it into the Orcs abdomen, before jumping back and sending a flurry of shurikens made of the darkest shadow magic flying towards him. The Orc swings his weapons at incredible speeds knocking most of them harmlessly away. Still a few lucky ones make it through. They slice gauges into the Orcs flesh and muscles. The Orc goes into another flurry of blades, seemingly striking Grundel from all sides. Slicing cuts, and gouges into his chest, arms, legs and back. The Orc then leaps forward slashing his blade across Grundel’s face. Grundel barely gets his blade up to parry the attack. Flipping backwards the Orc lands on one of the branches, whipping out its gun, it fires a shot at the Dwarf. Grundel rolls backwards on the branch he is standing on and whips out his own gun sending an explosive blast towards the Orc. When he feels the all to dreadful tugging sensation. He knows his brother will be feeling it as well “Darn Ye, Ye black hearted bastard the Dwarf bellows out, before vanishing in an explosion of concussive force stunning all around him. On the ground below, Gregor swears as well before vanishing in the same way. Myrandah lets out a string of cusses that would make a sailors mouth drop open. Hopefully the blast would keep the Orc and Drakkari down long enough for her to help the Gnome.
Myrandah growls as the foul Monk slices open his own chest. Revealing the twisted vine entwined organs inside. “If you have twisted Yumara onto your side then I will free her. As for being alive let me fix that for you.” She casts holy shock send a blast of pure light right into Varicar’s open chest. She laughs as she smells his insides burning. While the Monk is still stunned from the holy shock, Myrandah summons forth a blade of justice. The jabs it towards the monsters cursed heart, but the blade is knocked aside by the fist of the green clone. Myrandah tired of this things constant interference, swings her hammer bringing the wrath of lights judgement down upon its head.
The divine storm reveals a deadly web of razor sharp wires. She would have to tread carefully, less she wished to be sliced up like a pilgrims day turkey. Turning toward the Gnome she casts holy prism upon him. It would proceed to heal him while blasting his enemies with light based holy magic. The Monk leaps towards her again, he thrusts his right hand towards her chest. Myrandah leaps to the left, just as the cursed Elf pulls his attack and punches out with his left hand instead. The blow connects and sends her stumbling backwards, the Monk presses the attack now that he has the advantage. Jumping up he goes into a spinning crane kick. Striking the Paladin with one foot and then the other, in rapid cessation. Blood and spit fly from Myrandah’s mouth and nose, along with a few teeth, as she is sent spinning through the air. She hits the ground hard and casts a quick flash of light on herself.
Myrandah slews out a string of words that aren’t right coming out of the mouth of one of her stature. At least she is now closer to the Gnome and quickly casts Cleanse upon him. She needs to get him back into the battle. She is about to bring up another shield of vengeance, when the Monk is upon her once more. A hideous grin twists his features “I think not!” He then strikes her hard in the chest with the palm of his hand. Myrandah drops to her knees unable to move as her entire body is temporarily paralyzed. Varicar leans down and grins maliciously “I wonder how well the light will head your call, when your lovely flesh has been corrupted into that of undeath.” For the first time since this fight began the Paladins eyes widen in fear.