Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

Suzuna makes her way down the corridors f the vessel, retracing the steps that lead her to the room, that felt of Jericha. She moves among the demons as though she is one of their own. it is one of her many mind powers. To be seen by those around as a part of the group. To those she passes, she would be nothing more than an imp or a wyrmtongue, scuttling about the ship. Those more powerful demons she could easily sense, and would stay out of their range. It is but a few minutes before she is back in the forest. Once their She is back on high alert, they’re dark creatures moving about the canopy of leaves and branches above her. Like with the demons she uses her powers to make them see her as one of their own. Or as something non threatening, something to be ignored. Still she had never encountered such twisted beings, so manipulating their collective minds wasn’t easy.

She is deeper in the dark forest, approaching the ruined citadel when it happens. She hears the sounds of the branches above her, creaking beneath the weight of those that moved above her. The slight rustling of the leaves, as they push their way through them. She feels a slimy like substance drop onto her shoulder. Hissing in pain she quickly jumps back, as the highly acidic drool begins to burn away at her flesh, painful white sores rise up on the effected flesh. Like bubbles rising to the surface of the water. They explode, releasing a whitish yellow puss, which eats further down into her flesh, before slowing eating away at the muscle. She wastes no time in curing her arm, just as three twisted monstrosities drop down on top of her. They resemble a cross between a botani, and a flesh beast. Yet they look emaciated their fingers like long gnarled claw like branches, reach for her. Nails like sharpened iron, rake at her armor and flesh, tearing away strips and chunks of muscle and hide.

Suzuna drops down and jabs her staff out catching one of the creatures in the face. She grins maliciously at the crunching sound she hears. As the end of her stall shatters bones, sending fragments back into its brain. Just as it strikes she releases a penance blasting the monster head from its body. It drops to the ground, steam rising from the neck of its now headless body. Just as its lifeless body strike the ground , she casts smite on the one closest to it. The holy light strikes it in the chest leaving a large crater like burn. The thing screeches and leaps at her, with amazing dexterity, and speed. It latches onto her, claws dripping with a unknown sap like substance. Jaws dripping with acidic saliva latch onto her upper arm. Pointed jagged teeth, like rows of broken glass, and steel, shred flesh, and muscle. Suzuna cries out in pain, as she takes hold of its mind and completely crushes it. Blood and bits of brain, explode out of its mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. It hits the ground, convulsing wildly for a few seconds before becoming still. The third prepares to leap on her back, but finds itself pinned to a nearby tree, by a huge halberd. It emits these high pitched screaches, which damage the ears to all those around it, as its clawed hands tear at the weapons hilt. It looks about desperate to free itself, from its pinned position. Suzuna backs away as a group of Felguards moved towards the trapped monstrosity. It spits a stream of acid at the closest Felguard, who brings up an arm to protect its face, and neck. The Felguard makes a pained sound as it reaches out with its good arm. It’s hand closes over the hilt of the halberd, as it does fel flames shoot down along the weapons length. Using its strength the Felguard brings the weapon up, cleaving the creatures body in two.

Suzuna takes hold of the minds of the three Felguard, making them see her as something that they needed to protect at all costs. Having a heavily armed escort, will make moving through this twisted forest much easier. With the three now flanking her she continues to make her way towards Reavrix’s destroyed citadel. Once there it takes her a bit to find an opening amid the rubble, that leads down into the depths of Reavrix’s underground layer. She sends the Mind controlled minions in first, she has no idea what could of survived down their, and wasn’t about to take any unnecessary chances. She had no idea if the one she searched for even still lived, if not she would at least find the body and return it to their place for a proper burial.

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Isaik watched the whole scene emotionlessly, the only thoughts in his head were whether such things would affect the future goals, the groups cohesion and such… Perhaps luck or fate, Salkeen passed some sort of test Izzabelle asked of him, not a true test, but something she needed to know…

Isaik grinned wickedly, “I will easily remove such nuisances…” the Master waved his hand over her body causing dark magic to lift the women up horizontally… Though he had said such things in truth this might be tough, though the Master, Zalak specifically rivaled the Soul Thief in age, the careful craftsmanship and time spent into making the magical curses was the true issue, this would not be as easily done as ripping weeds from a garden like before… Isaik would levitate her in place while he prepared to examine her condition… Isaik only had to ponder for a moment, he would start with the mind, the hardest of things to salvage…

Placing his boney hand over her head the master infiltrated her mind with microscopic tendrils of his will… To fight this curse would be tricky, Isaik started with the first of the many layers, slowly forcing his tendrils under its very magic seals before carefully prying it lose in pieces… Isaik knew he might have to double down, his form seemed to sink into the floor as he brought his other hand over her and anchored her to himself… If something triggered it would be fighting against his very power to whisk her away, but under that same principle, the magic released would need to vent out somewhere… Being around Izzabelle and Isaik was probably the most dangerous location…

It was now or never, Isaik forced his will stronger and commanded the microscopic tendrils to begin fully dismantling the first of several layers, it was going to be a wild ride!

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Throggore himself rose from the detonation of those dwarves, far better off then Maleok, Throggore cracked his neck and readied to attack once more! He didn’t like it but this was what he was forced to do at the moment… The Orc watched as Maleok rose up and got ready to continue the fight, his presence only meant one thing, Isaik had taken his friend as well… But something make Throggore second guess something, that similar stance in combat, the features in his face, it still seemed like the Maleok he knew…

Throggore shrugged it off and climbed higher into the trees, taking more hallucinogenic poisons he coated both his blades in a thick paste of the stuff… When Maleok choose to engage them and got them sufficiently distracted Throggore would strike… At this point the Orc was more than ready to just end this so he could return home!

As Maleok lunged at Myrandah with his mighty bone mace, Throggore dove for Smuggs intent on trying to get one of his eyes! Dropping down like the shadow of a bird of prey the Orc came upon Smuggs his blades extended, slicing a thin line across his face and over his eyes! The gnome would not be able to rely on such things this time!!

As Lord Salkeen tells Jericha, that leaving the room will not be necessary. Her grip on him relaxes slightly, and the threatening growls and hisses coming from her mouth die down. Jericha understood why Izzabelle did what she did. Yet understanding why something must be done and excepting it are two different things. Seeing Izzabelle kiss Her Lord Salkeen right in front of her. Filled Jericha with a rage, that she was barely controlling. She wanted to strike out at them both, until her Lord spoke to her with such authority. The power of his voice as he commanded that Jericha not leave the room had her backing down immediately. Still Jericha didn’t release him, but she returned to her normal height, and her extra arms vanished. Jericha watches as he pushes Izzabelle away, a little reluctantly. Jericha has been around Demons long enough to know, that for Lord Salkeen pushing Izzabelle away was hard. It went against his very demonic nature, not to claim all the power beings that he could. Jericha cannot see the expression on Izzabelle’s face when Lord Salkeen says He wants her with him, but not like that. She doesn’t know if the action will drive Izzabelle over the edge, and she doesn’t get the chance to find out.

Jericha obeys the silent demand without hesitation. She doesn’t turn around once, to look back as she exits the room, at Lord Salkeen’s heels. She can feel Lord Salkeen’s, inner demon raging, at the sheer thought of letting such power, such temptations go. Once out of the vicinity of the room, and the primal desires that lay within it. Jericha reaches out and lightly grips Lord Salkeen by the arm, halting their progression. Without thinking Jericha pulls him down and bites into his shoulder. Her teeth while not as sharp and long as her Lords, still manage the break through his hardened demonic flesh. Releasing his shoulder she licks the blood from it… “You are mine, Lord Salkeen, until the end of the universe, in every world, every life, every time, YOU ARE MINE. Even if you should ever fall to temptation, in the end you are still mine.” With that said Jericha releases Lord Salkeen and steps back. “I will say, I have known of Izzabelle’s feeling for you for quite some time. Even if those feelings weren’t originally her own. As they grew over time they became her own. I knew that because of them, once she met you, she would eventually act upon them.” As Jericha says this she cannot stop the jealous growl that falls from her lips. “One does not feel as strongly as she does for you, for as long as she has, and not act upon it. While the act itself didn’t surprise me Lord Salkeen, the rage and hurt I felt did.” Jericha stops for a moment to reign in her void and fel magic’s.

“I knew what she wanted from you Lord Salkeen and in theory, it didn’t bother me… part of me even leaned towards the idea… The three of us together, what a power house we would be. Both of us under your control, yours to own, and command. When I went to retrieve Izzabelle these thoughts filled my head.” As Jericha speaks a slight smile curves the corners of her mouth. “When she listed her demands on the contract, I knew she wanted more from you than just your commands… 4 I will serve Salkeen in the same capacity that Jericha serves him She wrote it that way for a reason, and back then I was excepting of it…” Jericha stops and reaches out with her mind, she feels it as Suzuna takes control of Lord Salkeen’s minions. She knows that her Lord feels it as well, and it would be a distraction from the recent events. “Shall we go and meet Suzuna now Lord Salkeen, it would seem that she seeks something within the bowels of Reavrix’s ruined citadel.” Jericha can feel Lord Salkeen’s har… vanguard waiting for them, Jericha is picking up feelings of fear, and uncertainty from them… although she isn’t sure why. Their Lord demanded them be his Vanguard, they should be pleased, and thankful for the opportunity. Even if Jericha herself wished to rip their wings from their backs, and beat them to death with them…

No way that her mind was no longer filled with all these conflicting feelings. For the first time since Lord Salkeen walked into Jericha’s room, Izzabelle felt at peace. Knowing that Lord Salkeen wanted to keep her with him, help to heal the despair she was feeling at the thought of being separated from him. Despair borne of feelings that she couldn’t comprehend. While Izzabelle still didn’t understand why Lord Salkeen didn’t bind her soul to his. It was probably in the end a good thing. She had seen what Jericha looked like after Salkeen had finished removing her soul from her. Izzabelle hangs her head slightly, as she recalls Jericha screaming, and sobbing. The constant litany of sorry’s That poured from her mouth. Izzabelle realizes that she was wrong, Jericha might of let it happen, but it hurt her as well.

Still holding Sericon’s hand, Izzabelle stands before Master Isaik. Her mind firm on the knowledge that once this magical taint was removed from her being, Sericon and her would be released from Lord Salkeen’s control. Izzabelle would then be life bonded to Sericon and power bonded to Master Isaik. The Soul Thief thought that steal her away while she was free of her bonds of service. Luckily Jericha had sensed something was amiss. Izzabelle is certain that Master Isaik probably felt the foul Magic’s about her as well. Izzabelle still holding Sericons hand looks at him. “Are you ready, things are going to start changing.” Izzabelle then turns to Master Isaik, and nods she is more than ready to have Ebony Darkskill’s foul magic struck from her body. She was also under no illusions that this would be easy. No! This was going to be a long, painful dangerous procedure. Yet it was one that must be done, and Master Isaik was one of the only ones Izzabelle knew of that could Rival Ebony in power.

Izzabelle surrendered control of her body to Master Isaik. It was imperative that she trust him, if not the Soul Thief’s maddening whispers would be her undoing once more. She closes her eyes, retreating to that safe haven within her mind, that she had briefly shared with Sericon. She feels Master Isaik’s dark Magic wrap and twist around her. It lifts her from the floor, as it maneuvers her body into a horizontal position.

As Master Isaik’s microscopic tendrils work their way into Izzabelle’s brain and mind. They come across the first of many layers of this complex spell. When the tendrils start to work their way beneath the magic, its defense kicks in. At first trillions upon trillions of tendril appear. They weave and coalesce together, trying to keep the layer attached. Still after a good hour or so, Master Isaik’s Infiltrating tendrils prove to be a bit stronger… as they begin unraveling and lifting the first layer of the spell.

As the first layer of the spell shatters Izzabelle’s eyes fly open and she screams. Flames tear through her mind, burning away many of the invading tendrils. As that is happening a cloud like mist, is spewed from her mouth. It swiftly encompasses the area surrounding her. Infecting all those within five meters of her vicinity. Those who inhaled the mists would feel nothing at first, as the plague like spell took effect. It wouldn’t strike until it had infected most of the body. Then it would feed off the Magical affinity that existed within a person. Be it an affinity for fel magic, fire magic, light magic, nature magic. The type of magic didn’t matter, the spell would devour not only the magic you possessed. It would also devour the very aspect that allowed you to wield said magic. Ebony Darkskill had ended the lives of many a spell caster with that spell. Once it was done feeding on a persons magic, it would begin feeding on their memories, their emotions, leaving them naught but brainless husks before devouring their bodies. They way to destroy the curse was to over feed it… to much of any specific magic to fast, would cause the spell to explode… meanwhile Izzabelle whimpers as it feels like millions of microscopic swords are hacking away at her brain. Faces of family are starting to blur along the edges…

Within Izzabelle’s mind Isaik can practically hear the Soul Thief Laugh…

Salkeen stopped his rush to exit the vessel as Jericha grabbed his attention in the most peculiar way…

Salkeen stopped and listened to her closely his ears twitched as he listened, in truth he felt the same way…

Salkeen turned to look closer to his minion, his Jericha as she spoke, the feeling of jealous quite apparent, Salkeen gripped her on the air as she spoke asserting that he wanted her…

Salkeen finally spoke, “The demon inside always wants to act upon such acts of hedonistic desire… But know who I am, I see you as mine as well…” Salkeen spoke, he needed her sometimes as much as she needed him…

Salkeen pulled her closer, holding her, “I felt that desire in you too, but know I would only have you…” Salkeen spoke in command before pulling his mask up and kissing her in a warm embrace…

Both of them felt Suzuna take control of the felguard, the very act caused a bit of rage from Salkeen to rise up… Holding Jericha close with his claws for a good few minutes while they embraced he released her, claw marks along her arms…

“Yes, let us meet the one who so boldly commands my minions as her own…” Salkeen hissed, the vanguard of succubi appearing nearby… Salkeen did not even look at them, they were nothing to him, raising his claw he cut one of them down and used the creatures blood to form a fel portal near the citadel… “We go now…” Salkeen hissed directing them to follow as he rushed into the portal and appearing on the other side. Before them all was the ruins of the citadel covered by a new darkened forest, a place Salkeen scowled at… Salkeen stood back waiting for the others to arrive.

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Isaik hissed as he felt the raging fire wash through Izzabelle’s mind, even his own tendrils were burned and pushed back… Yet as some survived they allowed the Master to reassert some control over Izzabelle’s mind, He would not allow himself to be pushed out… Of the things he could do, recreating a mind was the hardest, they were almost never perfect… Isaik felt himself, the images of the people in Izzabelle’s families start to blur, exerting his power he did what he could to keep them intact…

Isaik felt the treacherous mist around him, it was easy to keep it outside his body, Isaik didn’t exactly breath, with his magic he blocked his own face in a shroud of his own dark mists… Isaik couldn’t help but watch as Sericon was forced to inhale the toxic miasma… Isaik had been urging him mentally to move away but that stubborn fool, he felt he needed to be by Izzabelle while they worked…

Isaik couldn’t stop there however, he had to push on continuing with the mind Isaik made his attempt to completely unroot all of the curse… He pushed harder searched into parts of the mind that the Soul Thief might hide, his hideous laughter prevalent within the precipices of her mind and consciousness… Isaik hissed as he ensured he burned every bit of the Soul Thief from her mind, his curses and anything else…

After preforming such a act Isaik knew he would need to work on her soul next, the easiest thing for the Master to create was a body, thus that would be saved for last. Isaik continued to work turning one of his eyes to watch Sericon…

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Sericon stayed with Izzabelle the whole time, he wouldn’t leave her to fight this and endure such agony alone. Sericon could even feel the mental suggestions likely from Isaik to move away lest a accident occurred, but Sericon could do no such thing, he wouldn’t leave Izzabelle…

Izzabelle screamed as a spell trap was activated! Her eyes burned with fire as a thick plague spread around her, Sericon put his hand over his mouth but to no avail he was forced to breath the toxic miasma into his lungs… He felt nothing, perhaps the master had defused such a trap after all, Sericon stayed by her side ready to continue when it finally hit him!

Sericon arched his back thrusting his chest forward as the curse activated within him! He could feel the power of his chaos weakening as is being swallowed by a black hole! Sericon roared out in pain, trying desperately to call forth something to his hands to defend himself… Sericon gasped as his reserves of magic energy, what done might call mana dried up and his body became a wasteland for magic…

Sericon flipped over vomiting up his energy into thick green piles… The elf gasped as he saw his hands between his violent expulsions… He was growing pale as the void energy curse from the Soul Thief consumed his very being…

The elf pulled himself to his knees ripping his robes apart to reveal his chest spotted with void like splotches, he was changing into something else! The changes continued as Sericon called out in agony, he had but one chance! Mustering his strength he tried to summon all the fel energy his body could, Sericon pulsed with fel energy as it fought the terrible curse, his fel fighting against the ancient spell! With a final push Sericon sat on his knees roaring in agony before in a explosion of shadow and fel his horns shattered from the crown of his head, the void spell had broken the very part of Sericon’s fel power! Sericon fell backwards nearly not moving, it appeared the curse would win, consuming its host…

But that was not this day, Isaik hissed he despised doing things he had not seen but if he remained inactive Sericon would die and then Izzabelle would fail without him! Isaik focusing his will to stay within Izzabelle’s mind and purge the traps, had no choice but to turn his other hand upon Sericon and filling him with void energy!!

After a second short blast Isaik destroyed the plague within Sericon, but at a cost, with the Soul Thief and Isaik’s Void clashing throughout and within Sericon’s body his body had been changed… Sericon opened his eyes to see he had undergone a transformation much like the ones called the Ren’dorei… Even with such a change his first words were, “Is Izzabelle ok?”

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Myrandah isn’t sure how long the Foul Flesh corrupting Monk will be occupied. Her and the Gnome needed to get away from there. The sudden disappearance of Gregor, and Grundel, left the two of them hurting for allies. Myrandah watches as the massive Undead Drakkari’s body seems to pull itself back together. A moment later he was lumbering towards the duo. Myrandah could only hope her Consecrated Ground would help with slowing him down. Yet it didn’t seem like he would need to cross the ground at all.

Speaking a few words a shield of holy energy appears around Smuggs as Myrandah asks her god to gift him, with the Blessing of Protection. She herself however had other plans, she grits her teeth and prepares for the agony. She doesn’t have to wait long, one moment she is standing firm, the next she is screaming. Dozens of razor sharp bone spikes, of different lengths, and thickness, strike her. They strike every part of her, strips and chunks of flesh, and muscle, are ripped free from her, arms, legs, torso and face. One of the large spikes tears through the upper thigh, on her left leg. The massive calcium spike shatters the femur, as the razor sharp edges tear through the muscle and flesh. Myrandah drops to the ground her left leg, partially severed from her body. Another strikes the right side of her chest, splintering rib. Dozens of tiny bone splinters puncture her right lung, which rapidly starts filling with blood. A third strikes her abdomen, if it wasn’t for her armor, she would be picking her gut up off the ground about now. As it is, she can feel the internal bleeding as her intestines are crushed.

Gasping in pain and filled with rage she calls upon her holy light. With but a single word she unleashes her Holy Wrath… 200 percent of all the damage she had just taken… returned to them. Of course the fel Monk would be caught up in the spell as well. Just as she finishes casting her holy wrath, she casts a quick shield of vengeance on herself… if the chose to attack her again, they would be harming themselves even more. Casting light of dawn Myrandah practically becomes a beacon of light. Most of her wounds close up under the lights shimmering brilliance. Still she wasn’t sure how much longer her in the Gnome would last without divine intervention. She knew one thing for certain, if she was to die here. She would take that foul fel Monk with her. The Orc and Troll would simply kill her and be done with it. That hideous creature that resembles a Blood Elf. Would turn her into an abomination, and gift her to his dark Masters… No she would live, she would free Yumara from the dark being, that enslaved her. If Izzabelle was trapped by them she would free her as well. If the Warlock Eago, was still around she would ask him to rip Jericha’s mind from her body… then permanently enslave it inside of a soul gem. Then put her to sleep for an eternity. Myrandah pulls her hammer from her back as she rises to one knee.

Jericha reaches and lays her hand against the side of Lord Salkeen’s face. Her sharp nails lightly graze his skin, as she caresses the side of his face. “I will never doubt that I belong to you Lord Salkeen.” Jericha says her voice no more than a sensual whisper. While speaking she moves her free hand to her throat. Tapping the air just a hairs breadth away from her skin, causes a collar of blood to appear. It encircles her neck, and is one of the many marks of ownership of Lord Salkeen’s that Jericha proudly wears. Jericha smiles as the collar fades away again. She knew that he owned every inch of her, every aspect of who she was belonged to her Lord.

Jericha grins at her Lords words. “As I would have none other than you Lord Salkeen. Yet I will freely admit that I myself sometimes experience those hedonistic desires. The desire to claim those weaker than myself. Force them to crawl on the ground before me, begging…” all of Jericha’s words and thoughts come to a crashing halt as Lord Salkeen pulls her close and kisses her. She slides her arms around him and returns the kiss with equal passion. They break apart a few seconds later, when they both feel Suzuna take control of a few of Lord Salkeen’s minions. Jericha cannot help but think Suzuna might have just made a mistake. Lord Salkeen had lost a lot recently. She had given him the power of a Goddess in the form of Yumara. Yet his Master saw fit to rip that gift from him and claim it as his own. Then Yumara had ordered Izzabelle to kill Ahcirej in a most hideous way. Forever unbinding her from all things, including her bonds to Lord Salkeen. Recently he realized that even though he wishes to keep her, he must give up Izzabelle. Izzabelle who was meant to be a part of them. Just a short time ago, he finds out he will also be losing his best pilot. No Suzuna taking control of Lord Salkeen’s minions even the lesser ones, was a grave mistake on her behalf. Lord Salkeen was looking to add all the power that he could to his army.

Jericha nods and cannot help the malicious smile that turns up the corners of her mouth as Lord Salkeen, cruelly sacrifices one of the succubi to open a demonic gateway to Centralis. Jericha steps through the portal right behind him. She takes in the darkness of the forest surrounding them and scowls. Yumara had left her taint on a world Lord Salkeen had rightfully won. She turns just in time to see Suzuna into a crevice between two broken walls of the broken citadel. “Shall we stop her before she gets to far Lord Salkeen, or before she can reach out to her sisters for help?”

Ahcirej is moving like a ghost through the halls of Lord Salkeen’s new vessel. Shortly after arriving aboard the demonic ship, Ahcirej noticed that she could become non corporeal at will. So she had spent the last hour or so moving through the corridors. Weaving in and out anong the many demons moving aboard the vessel. She followed the young woman that looked like her, and the one that resembles a cross between Jericha, and Lord Salkeen for a short time. Until they vanished into one of the many rooms lining both sides of the corridor in this area of the ship. Once the door closes she heads off to find Lord Salkeen and Jericha. At first she can only feel Jericha’s presence aboard the vessel. Then Lord Salkeen’s presence flairs into being, along with his presence comes Izzabelle’s. Yet Izzabelle’s signature seems off, feeling an overwhelming need to speak with Izzabelle, Ahcirej rapidly starts heading towards the area of the ship, where her presence is the strongest. Yet she is barely halfway there, when Izzabelle vanishes again. With Izzabelle disappearing, so to did the overwhelming need to see her. Still she wished to see Her Lord again. Even if she couldn’t be bonded to him, she was still his.

She turns to walk down the hall lead g to the den of pain and pleasure. When she feels Izzabelle’s presence flair into being once more, this time it seemed better… still a few seconds later Lord Salkeen exited, Jericha right behind him. She moves into the room to speak with Izzabelle and watches as she falls back her body and mind being controlled by Master Isaik. She senses that staying in the room might prove to be dangerous, so she opts to leave. Ahcirej decides that the best thing to do would be to follow Jericha and Lord Salkeen. She steps out of the room, just as Salkeen and Jericha vanish through the Gateway he created. She blinks and quickly appears near the gateway and rushes through it. As she appears on the other side, she returns to her corporeal form. Ahcirej stumbles slightly as she goes from being weightless to having mass. This is going to take some getting use to.

Ahcirej noticing the expression on her Lords face decides to take matters into her own hands. She summons white hot fire into her hands. Concentrating she builds it up in both heat and energy. After a few minutes she she holds a small star within her hands. Turning toward one of the overgrown forested areas, she unleashes her power. It streaks toward the trees, and the creatures moving within them. The destruction that follows is nothing short of total devastation. Hundreds of trees are reduced to splinters, hundreds more are partially shattered, and burned. Both dark, and light, fey creatures and primals are incinerated by the all consuming flames. The cocophy of screams of those creatures still living fill the air around them. Yet those screams quickly die as those doomed creatures our quickly devoured. Ahcirej turns to Lord Salkeen… and smiles. “Lord Salkeen.” She bows respectfully before him.

Within Izzabelle’s mind, she watches as an onlooker, as images of people she knew. Wait did she know them… she was having trouble recalling some of their names… she could of sworn those two Dwarfs looked familiar… Then she feels it another presence, one much stronger. It tries to hold the images together. The dark void it brings with it, slowly devours the all consuming flames. It takes but. Moment for Izzabelle to realize and remember that Master Isaik was trying to remove an ancient multi layered spell the Soul Thief had spent over a century p,acing upon her. Her mental form felt like it had been torched by a dragon and tossed into a pit of broken glass, and sharp metal shards. Within her mind Izzabelle drinks from her crimson vial. She fall against the wall emitting a soft moan of relief, when the pain subsides. She knows that she has forgotten things…

As Master Isaik, fights to undo the many spells the Soul Thief has placed upon Izzabelle… He activates more traps… luckily he was able to destroy a few of the more deadly ones. However one of the traps has Izzabelle’s body thrashing about in mid air. She screams as the blood in her body starts to boil. Her flesh starts bubbling up… as thousands of blisters start rising all over her skin. The blisters swell and burst, releasing a hot oily substance that burns and eats away at her muscles… within moments nearly 65% of Izzabelle’s flesh has been destroyed, and about 15% of her muscle. This happens just in time for the second trap to trigger starting with the smallest it would cause the bones in her body to start shattering. The bones in Izzabelle’s toes and fingers start to explode. All to soon her hands and feet look like they went through a meat grinder. Void Tendril suddenly lash out at the Dark tendrils trying to remove the spell layers from Izzabelle’s mind. The strike at them knocking them away. As they do dozens of void tentacles rip free from Izzabelle’s burning form and lash out at Master Isaik and Sericon.

That Izzabelle heard… and hearing Sericon scream in agony like that, set her into motion… No longer would she remain cowering within the deep dark recesses of her mind. She was a fighter dammit… and she wasn’t going to be some meek wallflower, that bastard Ebony could destroy. Within her mind she changes into her natural High Elf form… she equips her armor, and weapons, before going into stealth mode. Her mental self rapidly moves through her mind, approaching Master Isaik’s and Ebony’s Tendrils. All around her thousands of throwing blades and shurikans made of shadow flames appear. With a flick of her wrist, the fly towards the Soul Thief’s tendrils shredding many of them. She can feel Orion’s magic kicking in and her body starting to heal. Once her body was in healing mode it would continue healing through almost any damage that it took. Still her mind and soul were in danger. She psychologically calls upon her spiders and sends them to track down and destroy with fel some of the lesser spells. She speaks into Master Isaik’s mind… I don’t know how much of a help I’ll be, but I sure as hell, am done hiding.

Izzabelle feels tears come to her eyes… Idiot you should be worried about yourself

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Maleok hissed as he had crossed the consecration its light magic, he rose his mace to assault again when the Paladin that pompous fool returned with a attack of her own! Light washed out in a terrible wave towards Maleok, the troll knew this might be his end! Though he was nearly invulnerable to normal attacks the light was his true weakness! The Drakkari brought his hands up to block his face feeling his armor and arms burn away under the lights wrath, his skin flaked and burned as the overwhelming power overtook him! Maleok closed his eyes as he saw his death coming when the familiar spell appeared to fight back his destruction… A powerful fel chi barrier formed around Maleok blocking any more of the deathly light magic, the chi and light collided until to Maleok’s surprise the power of the spells sent Maleok away and crashing into the trees nearby!

The massive Drakkari groaned, if he was alive that would’ve been much worse… Slowly he began to pick himself up again the edges of his armor and body burned by the light, yet as ever present before his troll regeneration activated to bring the giant back to combat ready ability… This time it would take a bit longer however, Maleok held his bone mace with one arm, his other still to damaged to be used… “You shouldn’t have done that… I be going easy on you til now mon…” Maleok growled…

Maleok wrapped his good arm around a nearby tree and with a hard grunt ripped the green towering plant from the ground and sent it crashing towards Myrandah and Smuggs!

Varicar hissed, “You are quite right gnome, I’m here to kill you!” Varicar moved to attack but was quickly assaulted by the spell repentance! To a normal being it might incapacitate them for ages, it would have done wonders on Throggore or Maleok, but Varicar was not ashamed of what he did, he welcomed it! The spell passed into him temporarily restraining his body with power as the light tried to find something he might repent for!

It was long enough to force him to fight the affliction as Maleok sent bone spikes at Smuggs and Myrandah… The troublesome Paladin responded by firing back a massive spell of vindictive light! Varicar hissed he knew Maleok though a near impregnable beast was strong his weakness was the light! Being turned to ash was not a way he could regenerate from! As the wave of light washed forward Varicar cast a cocoon of chi and fel energy to protect Maleok, it however left himself exposed!

Varicar was throw down into the earth by the blast as he heard Maleok crash into the tree line nearby… Varicar slowly rise to his feet, all his flesh burned away by the lights wrath, his bones could be seen in multiple places, his eyes were nothing but burned out sockets… “Pity, If Yumara has not made me alive I might not still be standing before you right now…” The skeletal figure cackled as again his flesh started to knit itself back together, the fel monk creeping closer… “I am not like a normal legion homunculi, I am better…” Varicar hissed as his face started to resemble a more living form…

“Its a shame they want you dead, this has been quite fun…” Varicar said emotionlessly as he gathered another blast of fel chi energy into his hand, they had stalled long enough, now they would need to purge these fools…

Throggore watched as Myrandah and Maleok crashed, now they they were alone it was time to strike for good and end this… Maleok sent a wave of bone spikes at the gnome and Paladin, she looked cut up pretty badly, but she returned fire with a ever consuming wave of light’s wrath! The resulting wave would have wiped Maleok away if not for Varicar blocking a great deal of it with a fel chi cocoon! Throggore was to far to be helped by his allies and instead turned to use his relics and items of exotic power, quickly the orc wrapped himself in a fabric of anti magic properties, letting the lights energy wash over and around him as if he were a mere rock! Some might call this fabric a cloak of shadows.

Throggore recovered pulling his cloak off, it pulsed with latent magic the residue of the blast from earlier, he couldn’t use it wildly, he would need to wait if he needed to use it again. Throggore glared down thinking for a good minute before figuring he would return to the shadows and attack… With a sharp look at Smuggs as he prepared to attack his target, Throggore faded from vision, he would strike when the time was right!

“It’s up to you!” Victur still remembered, Raveintis still busy helping the evacuation of Teldrassil, and gathering his allies knew someone had to rescue Smuggs from the inevitable death he would receive by the Masters hand… Smuggs has dealt a terrible blow, whether the others knew it or not, Raveintis now knew that Isaik his old student had come into possession of a material much like Azerite and lots of it… Victur moved forward, well, a kind of forward, he traveled through the nether, a truly fascinating place but one of true chaos! For Victur the sensation of traveling was much like falling forever, that was until a spot opened for him to land. Victur careened backwards until he felt it, a nearby portal whisked open, Victur fell right through!

Above Myrandah and Smuggs the sky grew dustirted from fel energy until a portal ripped itself open, from the depths of places unknown Victur crashed down among allies… He landed kinda hard but on his feet, fel energy washing off him in waves… “Smuggs, Female I’ve never met before, come with me if you wanna not die!” Victur spoke in a raspy voice but he genuinely seemed happy to see them. Before he could speak another word Victur stood tall to engage in combat as a imp fell out of the pack near his back. “Hold up for a second, I’m gonna hurl!” The imp said fighting back the bile. Victur looked offended, “It was the fastest way, it wasn’t so bad!” Victur responded before conjuring a new nether rift in front of him at record time! The massive tree ripped from its roots and crashing towards them flew harmlessly inside disappearing to places unknown.

Victur followed up his trick by conjuring a second nether rift that seemed innocent enough until the massive tree exploded from its unknown depths and flew towards Varicar… “My favorite trick!” Victur winked as he pulled fel flames from the open rifts and created a wall of fel fire between them and the attackers!

“Now! Which way you wanna go?” Victur asked, summoning two nearly identical nether rifts for escape! One would be like walking through to the nether than walking across the red nether rock to their location, the other was like falling through the infinity of space, but it was much faster… Victur put his hand to his chin, “You know I can’t remember which is which!” Victur said slightly confused… His little imp crawled up to him, “Not again, my stomach can’t take it!” It complained.

Myrandah swore under her breath. If not for the interference of that foul, Fel Monk. The Drakkari might have been taking out of the fight. Still they would have at least a few seconds of a reprieve. She glances quickly over at Smuggs, making sure that the slice he took across the face wasn’t life threatening. [quote=“Varicar-emerald-dream, post:551, topic:12462”]
Varicar was throw down into the earth by the blast as he heard Maleok crash into the tree line nearby… Varicar slowly rise to his feet, all his flesh burned away by the lights wrath, his bones could be seen in multiple places, his eyes were nothing but burned out sockets… “Pity, If Yumara has not made me alive I might not still be standing before you right now…” The skeletal figure cackled as again his flesh started to knit itself back together, the fel monk creeping closer… “I am not like a normal legion homunculi, I am better…” Varicar hissed as his face started to resemble a more living form…
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Myrandah watches as Foul Monks body start to reform before her very eyes. The thing that angers and terrifies her the most is… She can feel Yumara’s signature on the magic. The fel bastard has been telling the truth… “I don’t know what foul Magic’s your Master has used on Yumara. Still I will free her, from him… I will free her, and if you have Izzabelle I will free her as well.” As she says this she tries to figure out a way to get the Monk out of the picture. With all of his protections, he was proving to be a difficult foe to…

The damn Orc had vanished back into the Shadows again. Myrandah k ew now that the Gnome was their target. Yet the Gnome and her both had to live, but how… she is certain the two of them could take out the Orc, and Drakkari. However with that disgusting wretch of a Monk on their side their odds off winning had greatly dwindled… she is thinking of casting divine steed grabbing the Gnome and trying to put some…

Myrandah hadn’t much of an idea who just crashed in on them. Yet he seemed to know the Gnome, and if he could get them away from those three, she would take it.

Caught of guard Myrandah hadn’t even noticed the massive tree hurling towards them Until the portal summoning undead, opened a portal which swallowed the tree whole. If it had hit it most likely would have knocked her out… Myrandah shuddered at the very thought of being unconscious around them… she would end up dead or worse yet undead. Bereft of her chosen light. A split second later another portal open, and the tree is now careening towards the pompous foul Monk… “best trick I’ve seen in years.” Myrandah says cheerfully.

Myrandah looks at the two nearly Identical portals… She honestly didn’t care which as long as they got away from here. “The one on the left,” without thinking she grabs the Gnome and jumps into it.

It was exactly what he needed to hear, no matter what happpened Salkeen would never lose his Jericha…

Salkeen enjoyed this part, even as one was of void and the other fel, they both knew their primal forces desire to have it all, to own the lesser beings… The close embrace interrupted by Suzuna’s great mistake…

Salkeen grinned under his mask, “Indeed, if she wants something from my world she must ask its ruler!” Salkeen commanded, he was ready to send the felguard to block Suzuna’s path, a friendlier alternative to him or Jericha who no doubt would want to endulge their sadistic desires…

Salkeen felt another force follow him and Jericha, one of his own still… Wjether she was still truly bonded to him or not, didn’t matter, he still would claim her… It seemed Ahcirej noticed the expression of her Lord to the great forest created by Yumara, using her advanced powers of fire she vaporized a entire section of the forest, reducing it and all within to ash!

Salkeen nodded his arms crossed, though he might not say it he rather enjoyed the wanton destruction of that would be goddesses creation. Secondly a massive explosion of all consuming fire might truly inform Suzuna of how wrong she had been to take what wasn’t hers… “You come to my world, take what is mine, and don’t even have the courtesy to greet its Lord?” Salkeen called out to Suzuna!

Master Isaik could see the spells were causing immense damage to Izzabelle, he struggled to with some effort disconnecting Izzabelle’s ability to feel pain… Her body would not inform her of the horrific damage the Soul Thief wished to inflict! The brazen attack back at Isaik made him laugh his own dark laughter, it was like a foolish child trying to stop a avalanche, he might stop a few boulders but it was hardly the whole thing.

Isaik was relieved to have Izzabelle cut down much of the opposition within her, he could have continued to strike them down himself, but it would take valuable time from him… As Izzabelle cleared the way hundreds of dark tendrils invaded every bit of Izzabelle they could find, each one of them aiming to pry layer after layer of vile curses… It was now a multi pronged assault, the dark master would attack every spot at once… Isaik had been going to easy he needed to push harder… “I have lived and used the void for eons… I have yet to meet a being like me… Perhaps you would have been a threat twenty five thousand years ago…” Isaik hissed taunting Ebony… As he tried to get a response from the fool he was working his tendrils deeper, he was ready to tear multiple layers free at once…

Isaik responded, “A welcomed change, its only going to get harder…” Isaik warned trying to hint to what he was about to do…

Sericon watched Izzabelle writhe in pain the sheer damage and pain she must be feeling filled the elf with rage! Sericon knew he wasn’t much of a warlock anymore but there was one thing a warlock was never without… Sericon still had his will! Sericon had been tossed a bit from Izzabelle’s side by the magical clash, but he was far from giving up… Grabbing a fel forged weapon from a nearby wall, Sericon charged forward fighting the powerful force emanating from Isaik and Izzabelle, when the elf began to slide back he lifted the blade high and stabbed it into the floor as a anchor…

The force between Izzabelle and Isaik grew stronger but so did Sericon’s resolve to be by her side, roaring with fury he was pushing his body more physically then he had before! Sericon grabbed his blade and leapt forward landing near Izzabelle, again he stabbed his blade down to stay by her side… Roaring he still never gave in as he reached his hand out with all his might and grabbed onto Izzabelle’s hand, as they touched Sericon hoped to lend Izzabelle a portion of his willpower!

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