Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

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Salkeen looked back at Yenme unimpressed, it was hard to be insulted when your adversary was so insignificant to you… “Idiot? As idiotic as walking onto a new world in unfamiliar territory and just hoping good will would save you?” Salkeen asked sarcastically, “It truly is a wonder you survived at all…” Salkeen hissed, he felt like thrashing her again yet such actions were becoming oh so dull…

Salkeen signaled to a nearby minion, “It doesn’t matter who sent them, they will die for this mistake…” Salkeen locked his eyes on Yenme, “Hopefully it was worth losing them for nothing…”

Salkeen gave a dark laugh, “I’m sure those pitiful savage races wouldn’t purge you with the light because your a demon, they are clearly much more civilized…” Salkeen oozed sarcasm and mockery, “As for Demon Lords, you have not met one like me…” Salkeen said closing the physical fel barriers to move closer to Yenme, she didn’t deserve such space… He would push her cage so small she would be forced to crouch until he decided to let her rise again… At first the torture would probably seem tame, but Salkeen knew after a few thousand years it might start to feel painful…

Salkeen grinned wickedly, “It was merely one of many ways, with time we can trace the flow of magic from its place here to its origin… How do you think Kil’jaeden found the Draenei… If you look for a specific signature it is bound to show up again eventually…” Salkeen hissed rending Yenme’s soul again to ensure she wouldn’t forget he had such control.

Salkeen glanced down at his loyal new minion, the power that radiated from a demon lord was intoxicating, it was no wonder she groveled before his burning radiance… “Interesting…” Salkeen hissed low and smooth, it wasn’t the usual hiss but more like a predator exclaiming a form of happiness… “I will not give her such pleasures…” Salkeen said turning his glare back upon Yenme, “Perhaps if you had just done as she had, this might have been different!” Salkeen growled, and with a quick movement her crouched prison crushed down upon her covering her entirely… The Demon lord weaved the fel and it’s prisoner through the air before pinning Yenme to the wall! The prison of fel had covered her whole body and just now retreated back leaving Yenme in fel bound chains and a muzzle of fel energy… This would however look peaceful compared to what he would do now… With a quick motion the demon lord forced the muzzle to lance out spikes towards Yenme’s jaws and mouth, shredding her lips and crushing her teeth… Lord Salkeen yanked his hand back forcing the fel to come to his hand and tearing more flesh away from Yenme… Lord Salkeen opened the palm of his hand to reveal Yenme’s tongue… “Now you will not speak unless I will it…” Salkeen hissed causing fel flames to envelop Yenme’s tongue until it disappeared…

Salkeen pulled his hand back ready to use such soul rending Magic’s to peer into Yenme’s own and find the place he wished to purge from the universe… “My lord!” Squeaked out the voice of a wrathguard, who wisely kneeled before his master… Salkeen turned to cast his gaze on his insignificant minion, “Her homeworld is seeking communication… They wish for diplomacy!” The wrathguard roared informing his master of all he knew… Salkeen paused his claws ready, he could still rend Yenme’s soul or even turn the spell on his minion… Yet one shouldn’t kill the messengers of their own armies…

Salkeen glared behind him at the room of Inquisitors and Dreadlords… “Break her…” Salkeen growled, “Should I return to do it myself, I will ensure to break all of you as well…” Salkeen warned… The demon lord pushed past his minion and began to head towards the command bridge, he wouldn’t go alone however… Around Suzuna’s neck silently at first then with a burning blast formed a collar of metal that forced her to follow him… Salkeen knew he hardly had to do such things, but this was truly for mostly appearances… The Great Phoenix of the Legion would appear as a brutal and ruthless demon lord before this diplomat…

Reaching the bridge in a short time Salkeen gestured for Suzuna to lay near his throne as if broken by his will… Salkeen settles down into the throne that would allow him to observe the entirety of the ships workings before glaring at a Wrymtongue “Bring them up on the holograms… Let’s see if they can earn my mercy…” Salkeen hissed he was ready to make demands…

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Smuggs gave a small chuckle, “Mount Neverest is cold madam! But a old friend of mine is there, it should be a good stop! If he’s ready…” Smuggs chirped he had pulled back and begun unraveling bandages… He could do so since Throggore was busy with Victur, Maleok with Vaunn, and Varicar with Myrandah! Smuggs wrapped a bandage around his left eye, it had been quite injured in the earlier fights, he might never see from it again… It didn’t matter much besides helping with some tech and bioscience, Smuggs was ready to retire! It was far to hazardous to face these creatures at every turn! Smuggs got bandages in record time because of Myrandah’s light magic helping heal but still he and her were starting to tire, where as the others were still ready to keep up the fight!

Victur tapped his chin slightly as his spine bent backwards at a odd angle to dodge the rogues stabbing blades… With Varicar busy dealing with Myrandah, the rogue again seemed to be putting forth less effort. Victur thought to say something, he wasn’t sure but he had a gut feeling about the deathknight Drakkari, as If nether energies were trying to hint sonething… He almost responded to Myrandah but it seemed the time had past as she was in heavy combat!

Varicar grunted as a wave of light washed over him, burning his flesh and scorching his leather clothing… But that arrogant girl was cocky, far to much to deal with Varicar directly! “The fel will answer my call because I will feed it the light!” Varicar hissed tactically…

Varicar allowed himself to be hit completely, he wanted the light to lash out at him, as Myrandah stabbed him she might notice he had a horrific grin like a machine that didn’t know any other emotion… “I… Will enjoy when they send Izzabelle to retrieve you…” Varicar spit taunting Myrandah back…

Varicar laughed as the blade cut through him again… “Never corrupt you? That’s where you are wrong…” Varicar hissed a evil laugh, within every burn of the light and every cut in Varicar’s skin burned not yellow from the light but green… “My Soul is black…” Varicar hissed as he thrust his chest forward and arched his arms and back backwards! A explosion of fel erupted from his form washing over Myrandah like a pitlord’s death! The explosion temporarily blinded Victur and Smuggs as well as Vaunn… Varicar hissed his form still alive after such a blast… Now before Myrandah stood a skeletal creature bereft of all signs of what he was… Varicar glared up from his sunken hollow skull, already trying to regenerate… “Now look what your making me do… I’m gonna have to call Him…” Varicar hissed exhaling heaving breathes of fel…

Victur during the fight had seen the battle growing and the fel pooling inside Varicar… Quickly he had opened a rift behind Myrandah before the explosion and another to hijack something he needed… As the explosion rocked outwards Myrandah might feel the aching explosion of fel lightly roast her flesh but she would dodge its majority as her shield and his rift protected her… Myrandah plopped down beside Victur a little toasty looking… Victur created a small explosion of ice again as he seperated him and Throggore…

It was then time the thing he borrowed would appear a small rift opened by Maleok and Myrandah’s judgement flew forth crashing across Maleok’s face and helmet sending the titanic troll crashing to the ground! Vaunn jumped back dodging the troublesome light and shielding his face with his gauntlets made of Saronite before glaring at Victur, who mostly shrugged back he had lived hasn’t he? Maleok responded with rage, leaping to his feet causing a minor quake the Drakkari extending his arms and shot bone spikes at Vaunn with fury in his eyes, he would punish the worgen for the warlocks interference!

This is what Victur wanted, as the razor sharp bone shards came flying at Vaunn another portal opened swallowing them up before vanishing! A portal appeared near Varicar and showered him with his allies attack! The homunculi roared in rage his body still regenerating… “You Damned slave! Don’t be baited by their attacks! Crush them with raw strength!” Varicar hissed berating his ally! Varicar slammed the ground with his fist erecting a barrier of fel chi to protect him why he made a call… “Oh maker of the homunculi, Artificer…” Varicar hissed below his breath…

Maleok roared, but reluctantly still lashed out at Vaunn! The massive Drakkari swung his weapon connecting with the worgen’s side, and sending the alpha predator tumbling! Maleok would not let up! Before Vaunn landed the Drakkari was upon him swinging his mighty arms down… “I am not a slave…” The Drakkari droned too low for Varicar to hear, it looked like he was fighting his morals inside as the Drakkari’s attacks were slower and clumsier! Vaunn to dodge such attacks had no choice but to turn ethereal and try to stay away…

Victur nodded at such success he thought he saw something as he began to conjurd another portal out of here and probably to Mount Neverest…

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Izzabelle backs away her daggers still drawn. Shadow magic flows in wisps of smoke from her ebony blades. “That’s what they all claimed, trust me they said, I’m not going to hurt you. Then they cut me, the burned me, they stabbed me. I can still feel the blades puncturing my flesh, piercing organs. The heat still radiates from skin that dried,cracked, and shriveled beneath their flames.” Izzabelle still isn’t sure what to think, he’s not actually attacking her. He is instead just defending himself, still she is unsure, if she lets her guard down, and he attacks, it would destroy her. Sericon striking out to harm her was something her fragile mind couldn’t handle at the moment.

Still when he tried to move closer to her, fear overtook her. Izzabelle dives towards him with a series of relentless strikes, deepening the shadows around her as she does. She doesn’t strike to kill, just to hurt, or maim a little. Still all of her blows are deflected, by the scythe that magically appears in Sericon’s hands. She is unsure of his intentions, unsure if he is real. She couldn’t let him close to her until she knew for sure, he wasn’t another of Ebony’s illusions.

It was this that caused Izzabelle to pause in her assault. None of the other had done that, they had been focused solely on her. Sericon however seemed distracted, like something, or someone, was speaking to him that she couldn’t hear. She goes to to sheath her daggers, as she does this, the stone wall behind her comes to life. Where the wall once stood, there was now four stone golems. They were covered in moss, and had sharp jagged pieces of rock jutting out from nearly every inch of their bodies. The one closest to Izzabelle swings its massive fist striking her in the back. Izzabelle feels her spine crack, and a few ribs shatter as she is launched across the air, and slams into Sericon. The flesh on her back is torn, and shredded, a broken piece of rib rips through her diaphragm. It hurts to breath! Izzabelle gasps for breaths as she grabs Sericon, crying out in agony as she rolls them out of the way. Just in time to avoid the fist of another of the Golems, as it comes crashing down where they once laid. “Sericon snap out of it, I need you now!” as she speaks she sends a shuriken storm at the face, and body of one of the Golems. Chips, and chunks, of rock are torn from the golem. As it does a wet sappy like substance bursts from its open wounds, splattering on Izzabelle, and Sericon. She cries out as the afflicted flesh starts to blister, the skin becomes a rash of grotesque puss filled bubbles of them burst leaving bloody craters in her body. She expels the toxins and starts healing the damage. She turns to Sericon “I need you now!”

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Sericon looked at her, he could never hurt her, he had made up his mind to protect her! He had fled a active battle with Salkeen involved… Technically not by choice, but still he couldn’t object it felt right…

Sericon had started the very littlest of rebellious thinking from this voice… Would I truly control my own destiny if I followed you? Sericon was unsure he had already seen the whispering effect a few others… He just helped rescue Izzabelle from it… But still…

Finally something seemed to be getting to Sericon giving him strength as if he could hear Izzabelle calling out to him… Your just as much a monster! I saw what you were doing to her! What your doing now! Sericon began to resist and fight, with only his will left from being a warlock it was not weak!

Sericon looked up in his mind with incredible defiance in his soul! I will protect her from you!

This was the moment, Sericon’s eyed flashed open he subconsciously gripped his scythe stronger than ever and leapt to his feet! “I will always be with you!” Sericon roared charging forward through the pain, his skin burned from some sort of acid attack but he could not leave Izzabelle to fight alone! Sericon dove like a hawk down upon the first golem and with lots of optimistic hope swung his mighty scythe into its side! With a loud cracking and shucking squelch he buried the weapon deep into the golem before using all his will power to sending the golem crashing!

Sericon stood his scythe down at his side covered in slick sappy acidic goo while his body still blistered in a few areas… “You won’t be alone while I still live!” Sericon yelled before taking his scythe and swinging it over his head and sending the blade deep into the first golems head and ending its horrid life! Sericon pulled out his scythe and spun it wildly before getting ready to fight again, “You ready to get out?”

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Dazarthon stood before the large holographic monitor, waiting to see if the Demon Lord Salkeen would reply. He knew that the Demon Lord could refuse his communication, and declare war on the Society. Nedde’s actions didn’t just bring disgrace upon the Demonic, but it disgraced the Society as a whole. Still he should of separated the sister earlier. He had seen how protective the were of Suzuna. The fact Nedde sent a war party to save her, wasn’t surprising… Dazarthon’s is cut short in his reminiscing when communication with Lord Salkeen is suddenly established. “Lord Dazarthon, The Burning Lord is on the monitor.” One of the Gan’arg roKs before going back to working on one of the many other monitors all scanning thousands, of places, on dozens of worlds.

Dazarthon stands straight, his face schooled in a neutral position. Nothing betraying his thoughts as he takes in the sight before him. He had never met Lord Salkeen, only new of him through Jericha, reputation, and the way many other demons spoke of him. Dazarthon was slightly shocked at the sheer amount of power and presence this Demon Lord Salkeen, carried about him. He sat upon his throne giving Dazarthon an almost bored look, like he wasn’t actually worth his time. Like he was humoring him, by suffering his presence, even remotely aboard his vessel. Dazarthon’s eyes shift a little, and widen slightly as he takes in the sight of Suzuna laying next to Lord Salkeen’s throne. She prostrates before him like a slave, groveling at his feet. She wears a heavy iron collar around her neck, one of her hands rests against the Lords boot, trembling. When Lord Salkeen move his hand in Suzuna’s direction. She crouches away her eyes filled with terror that she might be punished. Then she starts kissing his boots while whimpering, and begging for his mercy. She looks like one who had been repeatedly tortured until she was completely broken. There would be no saving her, Dazarthon sighed, he feared that the sisters now had a new Lord. The breaking of Suzuna’s mind, and body, had caused her to view this Demon Lord Salkeen as her God. He could see that in the way she looked at him.

“Greetings all powerful, and Supreme Demon Lord Salkeen, Phoenix of The Legion. I Dazarthon leader of The Demonic sect, Pray I can make amends, for the unwarranted assault on your world, and minions.” As Dazarthon speaks he lowers his head slightly in a small show of respect. “Yet before I continue there’s things that should be known, as they can be detrimental to your prisoners.” Dazarthon says, this is something important so he hopes that Lord Salkeen hasn’t done anything quite yet “First this isn’t a Demon Society, we make up about thirteen percent of it. More now that we’ve had a sudden influx of demons seeking some form of sanctions.” He stops as he hears the sound of whispers and foot steps approaching him.

Two succubi haul an Man’ari Eredar woman between them. She is dressed in a plain white robe, and she has a mask fixed over her face. The only other things she wears is the saronite collar, and the shackles that bind her magic. The two succubi throw her on the ground at Dazarthon’s feet. The nobody The you wanted stripped, cleaned and made ready for delivery. Nedde hits the floor hard and glares at the two succubi, if she had her power, they would both be dead. She turns and sees first Lord Salkeen on the large holographic display, then she sees Suzuna. Her little sister, broken and groveling like a dog at this Demons feet. Nedde goes to surge forward, but is stopped when Dazarthon brings his foot down. She quickly finds herself pinned to the floor like a. Up on a display.

“I apologize for the interruption omnipotent one, and ask your forgiveness. Now to continue what I was saying. As you most likely know neither Suzuna, or Yenme can speak of this place.” Dazarthon says pausing to place a little more pressure on Nedde’s spine as she squirms about like a fish on a hook. “There’s more to it than just that, which they are unaware of. The Twelve are very protective of this places secrets. Enough to cast terrible curses upon those who choose to reside here. If anyone tries to extract information on this place through any means, magical, physical, spiritual, psychological, etc. Sadly it will end in the horrific death, of the one the one whom the information is trying to be pried from. I say this because many have lost their lives when the secrets of this place are sought. Everyone once they know of this place seek to find where it is. The Twelve refuse to let its location be known.” Dazarthon exclaimed distracted momentarily by communication saying that the attacking demons on Centralis had been contained. “Should you try and find out where we are by searching Yenme’s or Suzuna’s minds their brains, and hearts, will explode, sending them on a one way trip to the Nether, where they will be marked for assassination. This isn’t something that I can change or remove Supreme Lord Salkeen. As this is a matter between Demons the rest of the Twelve decided that it would be I who should deal with it.”

Dazarthon looks down on Nedde. “First I would give you the one who holds responsibility for the attack on your World and your own. This is Nedde, oldest of the three Sisters. Know that when the three are together, their powers are greatly enhanced. She however will take a bit of breaking, not as much as Yenme.” He removes his foot and reaches down and pulls her up by the hair. Nedde glares at Lord Salkeen her eyes filled with hatecand defiance. “I would also like to extend an Invitation to you Lord Salkeen to come and visit the Demonic section of our world. There’s many whom would, if given the chance join with you. This was made evident by the way many rushed to Nedde when she tried retrieving her sisters. All the demons that are on Centralis are now yours, including the pit lord, Fel Reavers and all The artillery. You may make any demands of me, as long as I’m capable of fulfilling them I will. I offer you the one responsible for the attack, all of the Demons of this society, that are currently on Centralis. An artillery of weapons, ammunition, and the Gan’arg, and Mo’arg, to keep them running correctly. I also offer you any demon that wishes to join with you.”

Dazarthon then stops and looks at Suzuna “I apologize if I speak out of turn, but please go easy on her. Suzuna was born and raised here. She has a,ways been protected by Nedde, and Yenme. Because of her mind healing powers, she has spent very little time among her own kind. She is ignorant to how things work in Demonic societies. She knows nothing of their hierarchy. She was bound to me, and I felt her vanish the moment she laid eyes on you. She was already yours you didn’t have to break her.” He says with a sigh, to see Suzuna brought so low, was a bitter sight to behold. “I am ready to hear you Demands.”

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Salkeen glanced at the image of Dazarthon as if it was something hardly worth his time, he could easily keep this war going… “A truly monumental task considering the gravity of the crimes…” Salkeen hissed, he also showed no emotion, it was always hard to read a demon lord with a full face mask…

Salkeen deciced to humor the demons explainations of what he felt he just had to share, it had better be worth it or Salkeen felt a slight urge to see if he could force the neutral faced demon to squirm… Salkeen hadn’t shown but he saw the slight change in Dazarthon when he saw Suzuna, it meant in some way she meant something to him…

Salkeen watched unmoved as a eredar female was dragged in on Dazarthon’s side and practically placed on display, was he trying to match what Salkeen had done with Suzuna or perhaps she was something more… Salkeen already had a idea of who she was based on the ramblings of Yenme and the recognition this demoness has when she saw Suzuna…

Salkeen tapped his claw like fingers impatiently as Dazarthon spoke of inability to reveal the location of the place he currently resided… It didn’t give Salkeen high hopes for any true meanful diplomacy between the two… “Even with such curses and charms in place I would not underestimate my resources in locating such information…” Salkeen hissed with a slight move of his right finger he signaled his own to try and trace the signal… Salkeen didn’t need the exact location he was sure his minions could atleast give a general direction of the hidden world… Salkeen also grinned inwardly, he knew if he truly desired such things he could implore his own master to break these women’s minds for the location of the society… If Salkeen was satisfied however it was likely he would let the matter go…

Salkeen was tempted to show his disappointment in this sad attempt at diplomacy he could envelope Suzuna in fel flames right before Dazarthon and see if his ability to do things changed… That being said for all the Twelve’s focus on secrecy they forgot that Salkeen could very well torture their souls for information!

Salkeen inclined his head to glare more at this Nedde, he felt a growing desire to see if he could make her lunge more… Perhaps sending a short jolt to her sister to cause her to call out? No… Salkeen glanced at a Felguard and sent a minor signal, the felguard left to go check on Yenme… If she had been broken he would bring her back, if not Suzuna would need to be made the example…

Salkeen sat back in his throne again, this was more like it, He would learn of it location atleast from seeing the world… He would take every demon on his world, they had made a choice to come, now they would stay forever…

Salkeen glared at Dazarthon then Suzuna, “Quite spoken out of turn…” Salkeen hissed conjuring a ball of fel fire in his hands, before idly playing with the flames… Salkeen locked his eyes back on Dazarthon and Nedde before tossing the ball of fire towards Suzuna! The flames exploded around the eredar female consuming her image entirely in hellish fire, her screams came out from inside… Salkeen was however more clever than much would think, Suzuna sat unharmed in the center of a roiling fel storm, her screams merely a result of the brace around her neck giving her mental commands to scream…

Salkeen paid no mind to the fel blaze that still burned as if it had merely consumed the eredar women… “I will go to your world, to recruit any who will come join my army…” Salkeen hissed, “After I have done such actions you will send me any demons who dare try to flee from my armies… I do not allow any demons to participate in desertion from my armies… Harboring such fugitives will greatly affect our diplomatic ties…” Salkeen hissed casting his gaze on the burning fel fire…

“My enemies are now your enemies… In order to ensure our continued positive diplomacy, it shows promise if we find hatred in the same enemies… Lest you would rather be my enemy instead?” Salkeen hissed, he was basically ensuring he always had this group to send atleast token forces in exchange for peace…

“Finally, I would be informed of any contacts you have on the planet Azeroth… I own the space around Azeroth, It would guarantee such diplomacy if I knew of the agents on that world…” Salkeen hissed, it was a claim he thought they might not understand… But when the Burning Titan was imprisoned, Salkeen’s first move had been to secure the space around Azeroth, any Legion still on Azeroth were his or rogue agents that he himself would vanquish…

Salkeen sat back in his throne once more inclining his head towards the flames of fel that started to slowly die down and extinguish… “I strongly suggest you take these terms or next time I cannot guarantee Suzuna’s saftey and continued existence…” Salkeen hissed, the flames died out revealing Suzuna quite unharmed, but perhaps a bit parched…

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Myrandah laughs, “Like I said you will never corrupt me, neither you, you wretched creature, or your Masters will ever have that much power. The light will protect me against your foul magic’s!” As she is saying this, she takes notice that the cuts on his chest are glowing a fel green. Something seems off about all of this, Myrandah isn’t sure quite what it is. Being unsure she does what’s natural, praying to the light she brings up a shield of vengeance just as Varicar explodes. Myrandah’s eyes widen in fear, as she sees the wave of fel heading towards her. The force of the blast throws her back, fel slamming into her shield. It shudders and strains beneath the attack, before shattering. Thankfully most of the attack was deflected by the shield, but what wasn’t splashed across her torso, arms and legs. The splatters of fel burned away at her armor, and flesh. Her body it pitted with fel corrupt pock marks, it burns, and stings. She is about to reply to the foul monk when…

She goes from being thrown back by Varicar, to sitting next to Nether Walker. She would thank him after she healed the damage caused by Varicar’s attack. She casts holy shock on herself, letting the light wash over her. As it flows over her flesh, it destroys the foul corruption the fel had left behind. She looks up at the Undead, “Thank you, I don’t want to know what would have happened if you hadn’t opened the portal behind me.” She rolls to her feet, and prepares to strike out at that damned Monk while he was in such horrific shape. Yet it would seem that she wouldn’t have to.

Myrandah get this horrific feeling that they will not want to be here if that foul Monks Master gets involved. She casts consecrated earth, on the ground beneath them. It will hopefully prevent the Hideous masked Orc from using stealth, to surprise them. “I’m not certain we want to be here if the one he is summoning arrives.” She says praying that he gets a portal open while they are distracted.

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Izzabelle watches as Sericon snaps out of it and proceeds to take out two of the three remaining Stone Golems. She looks on amazed for a second as he slices into them. His fel infused scythe cutting through their enchanted stone flesh, like a hot knife through butter. Snapping out of it Izzabelle goes into a blade flurry carving and slicing away at the final Golem. With a final move she vanishes and reappears in the air above it. She drops from the sky like death splitting the Golems head and chest. She kicks off of its dying form and backflips through the air landing beside Sericon. Izzabelle turns and wraps her arms around him and presses against him. “Thank you, and I’m sorry for attacking you earlier.” She says barely above a whisper. “Yes, I’m more than ready to get out of here.” As she says this she turn and sees a group wicker brutes, and beasts, shambling towards them from behind.

The Mire terrors send a shockwave out before them, the force of it slams into Sericon, and Izzabelle, throwing them back, and stunning them momentarily. The Hexwood Sentries slam their massive fists down on the ground. The earth beneath them trembles and explodes. The blast from the shockwave that follows hits The two stunned Fel Elves, fracturing bones, and bruising muscles. The explosion of rock and earth rips flesh from their bodies as it batters and tears through their armor. Three Brambleworgs a piece leap onto Izzabelle, and Sericon. The first jumps at Izzabelle slamming into her upper thighs, and pelvis. It’s razor sharp thorned claws rip through the flesh and underlying tissue on her thighs. Blood splashed across the ground, as the second beast nails her in the chest. It’s fangs sink into her shoulder and rip a large slab of black scaly fel hide, and muscle. Snapping its head back it tears the bloody chunk of flesh, and meat from Izzabelle’s body. Izzabelle shrieks in agony as the muscle and flesh is rend from her body. Torn veins, arteries, strips of muscle, tendons, and sinew, hang from the wound like torn cobwebs.

About this time the third brambleworg strikes, knocking her off of her feet. Izzabelle bet one of her blades up just barely blocking its attack. The length of the blade presses into the twisted words mouth, as it snarls, and snaps, it long sharp fangs centimeters from Izzabelle’s face. The heat of its breath washes over her, the smell of the saliva dripping on her makes her gag. Izzabelle can feel claws slicing into her, the pain is indescribable. Another hunk of flesh, and muscle, gets ripped from her hip, and wolfed down. She can feel her arms starting to buckle beneath the pressure of the one snapping at her face. Just before her left arm buckles she drops it, then twists the dagger with her right hand. The blade sinks into the beasts maw, puncturing through the hot damp tissue, on the roof of its mouth. Sap like blood oozes down over Izzabelle’s hand and arm, as the blade sinks into its brain. It’s jagged teeth, shred her arm as she pulls her arm free of its jaw and throws it across the area. Raging from the pain, she spits half a dozen fel spiders out of her mouth they land on the monstrous worgs. They Rapidly start growing, within seconds they are the size of large dogs. Their mandibles sink into the beasts bodies, busting through their thick twisted hides, crushing bones. Fel poison seeps into them from the bites corroding, the beasts insides.

Wings rip free from Izzabelle’s back as she takes on her Aranasi form. Snapping them she launches herself off the ground and into the air. Just as one of the Shambling Ambushers leaps at her striking her in mid flight. The force of the collision knocks the air from her lungs and cracks her breast bone. Izzabelle shrieks, grappling it, she rips through her long fel claws through it back, slicing into flesh muscles and bone. Fel flames wash over her just as the Shambling beast unleashes a burst of Haunting Expulsion. They both strike the ground their forms wreathed in a halo of fel, and shadow flames. Both scream in pain, and fury, before tearing into each other. Izzabelle rips into its chest, and abdomen, with her claws while the nightmarish flames burn the flesh from her body. The smell of the beasts blood, and the wet warmth as it washes over her hands, starts to send her into a Demonic furry. Growling she pushes her hands deeper into the beasts insides. The beasts hits her with a shockwave knocking her away from itself. Then let’s out this horrific scream as Izzabelle careens through the air, and strikes the wall about fifteen yards away. Ribs break and stab through her lungs, and diaphragm. The beast looks surprised for a split second before dropping dead. A long streak thick streak of blood and gore form a connection between Izzy and the now dead Wicker Brute. It’s intestinal track, stomach, liver, spleen, hearts, lungs, etc littler the ground between them. Healing flames wash over Izzabelle as she uses her fel healing and pops her crimson vial. She turns to see how Sericon is dealing with his attackers.

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Varicar still stood low appearing as if he was praying, “The Nether Walker is here…” Varicar hissed communicating with whatever or who ever it was he was… Varicar’s form was still skeletal beyond reason and looked as if he was more frail than he ever had been… Varicar nodded quietly before rising from his position and preparing to attack once more…

Maleok swung wildly again sending icy shards into the air as he tried to crush the worgen before him… The deathknights eyes seemed dull, uninterested, still conflicted! Vaunn tried taking advantage of such things taking the massive Drakkari over and over creating massive gouges in the titanic troll… But it seemed the two could never truly kill one another, as Vaunn sliced Maleok, the trolls regeneration would heal him! If Maleok managed to get a strike on Vaunn the worgen would become ethereal and heal… Maleok swung again shattering the ice under his mighty mace and sending icy shards flying out… Vaunn roared, dodging the wild attack and extending his worgen claws, towards Maleok! A swift and quick blast of ice enveloped the Drakkari concealing it in a localized blizzard…

Vaunn leapt back landing near the others, his particular person of interest was Myrandah… Leaning in extra close to examine this new person that Victur and Smuggs has brought, Vaunn took in her scent before finally speaking in a low growling tone… “Hit him again… Attack Drakkari…” Vaunn growled, he had no authority to say such things but he hoped she had seen the same thing he had, the Drakkari seemed to be fighting himself and a good blast of light seemed to cause such reactions… With that Vaunn leapt to the side carefully dodging the consecration before stopping and swinging his arm hard at seemingly nothing…

Throggore groaned as the worgen struck him hard in the stomach… Vaunn glared back at the Orc and hissed low, “Can’t hide from me… I smell you out…” Vaunn lunged at Throggore only to feel his attacks get parried! These two would fight as well, it was a faster more agile fight! Vaunn struck low snapping and missing at Throggore’s legs, Throggore capitalized on the move and stabbed his sword straight down into Vaunn. The worgen howled in rage as it was impaled in the back, Vaunn became ethereal before swiping hard at Throggore sending him crashing away… Throggore couldn’t believe it, he had no weapons on his person at the moment that could deal with such a beast…

Smuggs finishing bandaging himself knew he had to try and stop Varicar hearing Myrandah speak in a worried tone…

Smuggs looked nervous, “That is not Isaik he’s calling, but just as dangerous!” Smuggs leapt out directing his wasp that had been hovering above them like a scout to dive upon the monk! Smuggs swung his might electric staff down on the chi barrier trying to force Varicar to come out! Jolts of electricity filled the air as the gnome pushed the power of technology straight into the monks foul barrier! What happened next Smuggs never thought was possible! Varicar straining to keep his barrier intact roared with a undying determination to succeed and punched his foul hand outside the barrier shattering Smuggs’s staff at the handle and and middle! Smuggs fell backwards as his weapon was shattered and broken! The wasp above flying down and unable to pierce the barrier of the foul homunculus…

Smuggs crawled away on the ground away from the destruction of his weapon before being quickly pulled to Victur’s side in a fashion much like Myrandah had… Smuggs pulled forth his last weapon, a pretty normal gnomish gun, standard in usage but most of all small and portable… Victur saw easily when it was time to get somewhat moving and tried conjuring a new portal out of there when randomly and wildly the portal destabilized and fizzled out! Victur tried again but found the same result! Someone was making portal transportation not a option, well it would be if it weren’t for Victur! The undead cracked his knuckles before focusing all his energy into conjuring a new portal, this however would take more time to cancel out the interference from whatever was causing it!

Varicar pulled his skeletal hand back into his barrier it was now burned even more as if he had struck a pool of lava… Still the homunculus glared at the head of the electric pike now laying on the ground… This was one of the objectives in killing the gnome, retrieve the staff… Varicar shuddered as he felt a familiar buzz of arcane behind him… The Artificer had arrived…

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A arcane teleport flared into being behind Varicar before a creature clad in black robes stepped forth, beety eyes of dark purple peaked out from the dark hood and a flash of yellow sharp teeth showed his predatory nature… “Varicar… You were designed better than this… You aren’t designed for failure… Especially to such lower creatures such as these…” The ugly short creature peered around at the individuals before him, “My my… What lovely ingredients you would make…” The goblin hissed…

“Artificer…” Varicar hissed his form still quite damaged… Something the goblin looked at with disgust… snapping his fingers The goblin directed his hands at both Maleok and Varicar! Maleok roared out in pain as his left arm sparked and warped before vanishing into thin air, with the other hand the goblin forced Varicar’s body to regrow… Flesh filled his skeletal form and remade the homunculi back to a fork suitable for combat…

Varicar stood up healed and glared at the heroes before him before reaching out and grabbing Smuggs staff and handing it to the Artificer… Smuggs’s wasp so it’s chance and swooped down like a hawk ready to sting before the goblin snapped his hand again causing the wasp to spark and waste away into dust… Varicar roared out in pain as his left hand sparked as well, his hand and fingers now infused with the ingredients of what the wasp was…

Maleok glared at his arm, his was already starting to regenerate his troll regeneration would never fail him so long as he put his faith in the loa… The image made the goblin smile… Victur glanced back, it had made sense he was trying to keep them here… But it was Smuggs who spoke his name! “The Artificer, Skalaz… The creator of the homunculi, one of Isaik’s chosen three…” Smuggs growled, it had been this information that they didn’t want out why they desired to kill him…

Skalaz took a bow, “Perceptive for a gnome… Too bad you won’t live long enough to tell anyone else…” Skalaz said snapping his fingers, below Victur, Myrandah and Smuggs sparked with energy before it began to glow bright orange! Within a few seconds the snow exploded into a sizable fire ball! Victur had been quick however, using his own fire he forced the three to be blasted a bit back landing into the icy snow…

Victur turned towards Myrandah, “Looks like we might be stuck here for a little bit… I’ll be working on a way out!” The undead said, “Don’t let him touch you, he’s using arcane and alchemy as one…” Victur warned…

Skalaz took a step forward, “Incredibke skills in deduction my undead enemy, I merely turned the frozen water from h2o to hydrogen and oxygen! The perfect bomb!” Skalaz hissed ready to continue his unique assault… “Varicar… Break that little gnome…” Skalaz growled!

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“Good! As I see it we need to get out our that little gnome friend of ours might not survive! The master is more than willing to let him live for the deal, but he is usually unwilling to act unless the deal is struck!” Sericon said hugging her back, he released and turned himself towards the next combatants… He was ready!

Sericon was not prepared for the first attack, he had just begun picking up a weapon to fight in this kinda combat! Sericon groaned out in pain as the shockwave impacted into him fracturing a few ribs and even one of his femurs! His skin was more than ripped up as he currently owned no armor to fight in! A saving grace cake when one of the wretched beasts called a brambleworg leapt stop Sericon trying to snap at his face! Sericon was not afraid however his will forced him to fight to protect Izzabelle! Pushing back against the rabid with his scythe he roared before twisting the weapon causing it to slip into the wickerbeast and with a loud snap the scythe flashed purple and green siphoning the very life from the creature and channeling it into Sericon!

Sericon was surprised at the influx of health and life as he watched the creature wilt away and turn to fragile pieces, Sericon leapt to his feet scattering the remains of the drained creature to dust. Sericon glanced at his blade before glaring at one of the hexwood sentries, “Your dead now!” The fel elf laughed spinning his scythe like a gnomish gyrocopter blade, a trail of fel fire swirled off the blade creating a mesmerizing swirl of hellish fire! Sericon continued spinning the blade and creeping forward before lunging with his scythe! The hexwood sentry at first distracted by the display of fire lunged firward as well jabbing forward with gnarled wooden and bone claws! Sericon swept his mighty scythe like a reaper culling a cornfield as the hexwood sentry tore its claws across Sericon’s stomach ripping open the elves skin and exposing his innards… Sericon landed hard grunting from the pain but still he turned and lunged again, the elf seemed to freeze in mid air as he swung the scythe wildly, the hexwood sentry turned its claws extended and seemingly stabbed into Sericon’s guts… With a flash of green and purple fel, Sericon landed behind the hexwood sentry his form bloodied and his body worn… The hexwood sentry hissed seemingly unaffected and ready to assault more when without warning the beast grew paler and crumbled away into dust! A flash of souls flew from the ashes of the feared beast and into Sericon’s scythe… Sericon exhaled his breath and wiped away the blood from his face and body revealing the wounds had closed from his life siphoning magic…

Sericon pulled his scythe back up like a sword in front of his face, he could hear Izzabelle fighting her own fight with the wicker beasts, she sounded as if she had gone into Aranasi form once again… Sericon glared at the other wicker beast before him and paced carefully ready to yet again use his blade… Sericon waited patiently until the wicker beast lunged slamming its wild gnarled claws into the ground sending shockwaves radiating out from the center! This was Sericon’s moment leaping into the air at the last moment he let the edges of the shockwave propel him higher shaking his legs no doubt causing minor fractures to spread up his bones… Sericon glared back down at the wicker beast before coming down like ballista bolt, he swung his scythe down like a miners pick impaling the wicker creatures head straight to its center! As the scythe impacted a explosion of fel filled the wicker beasts body as its soul was absorbed into the blade! Sericon stood in the ashes of the creature before looking up and towards Izzabelle who had just finished gutting her wicker beast, “Here I thought you were the fast one…” Sericon said taunting her with a smile.

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Myrandah is startled momentarily when the rather large Worgen lands beside her. Yet once he speaks she turns her attention from Varicar to Maleok. What happened moments before replays through her mind. She sees the Judgement she cast vanish into one of the Nether Walkers portal. It reappeared, blasting from another portal, that struck the Undead Drakkari in the face. Now that she looked he almost seemed to be fighting himself. She Barely nods her head in Vaunn’s direction, to tell him she understood. She is about I gage the Drakkari when the tide of the battle changes once more with the arrival, of one that the foul Monk called the Artificer. Needless to say his powers were rather impressive, he remain the nearly decimated Monk, and patched up the Undead Drakkari with but a wave of his hand. He also dissolved the gnomes wasp into a pile of ashes.

Myrandah looks over at Smuggs then back at Varicar. So that is what he was, an homunculi, nothing better than a glorified undead construct. Yet he seemed to be more than that, still if she had her way he would be nothing but a lifeless husk left frozen on this planet, along with the wretch Goblin that bred him.

Myrandah lands in the snow between the walking corpse, and the Gnome, and quickly jumps to her feet. She is aware of one thing their target is obviously the Gnome. Well she will be damned if she will let them kill him will she is still drawing breath. She had been sent to find Izzabelle, and she felt that the Gnome would know where she was.

She looks at Victur “Understood! She sees that theirs been a bit of a change. The Massive Worgen is dealing with the laughing skull Orc. The wretched monk had been sent after the Gnome. Myrandah k own that she won’t fair well one on one with the Artificer, so she decides to try and free the Drakkari. At leSt she could hope that the Drakkari’s mi d was being compromised. Moving swiftly she hurls another Judgements at the Drakkari. Myrahdah knows the Drakkari, she had seen him before, she only hopes that she is doing the right thing.

Myrandah remember hearing those words like whispers on the wind. As the Judgement flies towards the monstrous undead trolls face, she drops the Hammer of Justice down on his head. “The Monk is right you know, you are nothing but a Slave a pathetic lap dog that does whatever your Masters demand of you.” Calling upon the light Myrandah stays on the offensive and a Divine Hammer careening towards the undead Drakkari. “You Claim to faith in the loa, Yet you crawl on your knees like a wretched servent, before those who would destroy them.” Final she hits him with a Repentance hoping that being incapacitated would give him a moment to think. “Tell me Maleok, are you Drakkari that has Faith in, and fights for the Loa’s. Or are you just some wretched lap dog, a slave to those who destroyed your kin?”

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Izzabelle looks over at Sericon from her position against the now cracked wall. “Hey, I am the fast one, but I have to let you take care of me sometimes.” She say grinning, pushing away from the wall she walks towards him. “Besides this form isn’t really made for speed like my Felblood form is. Yet I can still.” Stepping back she vanishes into the shadows. A moment passes and one of the Mire Terrors finds itself swarming g with hundreds of spiders. It shrieks as it tries to squash them or knock them off. Yet they continue to bite, releasing their acidic toxin onto its flesh and into its blood. Izzabelle leaps from the gloomy darkness and lands on it. Latching onto its shoulder with her mouth, she sinks her teeth in. She’s pulls the beasts life force into herself, healing more of her wounds. The beast begins to dry up and shrivel, as it does Izzabelle leaps back and encases it in a felsilk wrap. Then watches with glee as it flops about on the ground in agony until it stops moving.

Jumping back she lands next to Sericon, once more in her normal Elf/Felblood form. “Now I’m back in my need for speed form.” She says with a si inter grin. However I believe it’s time we got out of here. It wouldn’t do for the Gnome to die, and ruin the contract with Isaik, before it’s even signed.” Izzabelle finishes as she looks around the massive Monster filled Labyrinth. She can hear, and feel more creatures coming up on them. She is about to do something that might get her into a little trouble. Yet when the need is strong enough, you do what is necessary. For the first time since he first took possession of it. Izzabelle reaches out with her mind. After a second she connects with the piece of her soul that Salkeen holds in his possession. She has the trapped part of her soul take on her Aranasi form. I apologize in advance Lord Salkeen. with that her imprisoned spirit drives its claws into Lord Salkeen’s burning demonic spirit. As her claws sink in she hijacks some of his incredible power.

Dozens of massive rifts appear scattered in the sky above the labyrinth. As they begin opening for the first time Izzabelle pulls on Lord Salkeen’s powers, and strength. She hopes that he isn’t doing anything important because she is going to require a bit of his strength, to do this. After a few second the sky above them is quite literally lit up with a mix of fel green and hellish red flames. The wall of fire from Reavrix’s artillery attacks, seemed like a mere sparkler in comparison. The entirety of the labyrinth is completely abolished by a multitude of explosions. It was like dozens of Paraxis’ were bombarding it all at once. Shrieks, and screams, of terror, agony, fear, pain, fill the air. The smell of burnt stone, wood, and flesh, so thick one could choke on it. Creatures torched beyond recognition come running towards them, theirs bodies still ablaze in hell fel fire. Limbs fall from their bodies, some of their legs burn away and they drop to the ground. They are silenced as they are trampled beneath the wave of burning dead coming up behind them. Izzabelle takes one look at the wave running at her and Sericon. She direct the final rift before her, and unleashes one final blast of fel flames, it explodes from the portal and rips through the air before her. When the air clears, there’s nothing there, the creatures, the moss covered walls, everything obliterated.

Izzabelle collapses unconscious just as the labyrinth spell shatters. Before she blacks out she screams out to Master Isaik Now, destroy the trap now

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Yumara remained close to Master as he spoke, the pain of having her soul continually ravaged and destroyed still fresh in her mind. She also understood Salkeen’s dislike of something of hers, tainting the world that he had claimed. Yet he had only himself to blame for its existence. Had he not gone out of his way to break her balance, it wouldn’t be there. Her train of thought pauses as Master continues to speak. “I would prefer remaining in the Shadows myself Master. I never liked being seen, I always preferred to be the person, that is respected when there, but forgotten as soon as I leave. I like doing things from a distance. I don’t really like being around others Master. Emotions aren’t my thing, with most I’m incapable of experiencing them.” Yumara says this while looking over at Izzabelle and Masters other form. When looking at Zalak Yumara felt… a healthy amount of both respect and fear. Yumara sees in Isaik, the thing she had lost, he was strong enough to contain her, powerful enough to keep her.

Yumara looks over at the Izzabelle and Sericon. “Hopefully he will get her out of there before Ebony can cause to much of a problem, Master.” She whispers while watching for a moment. “He used the mind labyrinth on her. Master should be ready for when the spell shatters. For a brief moment her mind will be separated from her body and soul. Master, Salkeen, and Sericon are keeping Izzabelle soul safe. Orion is protecting her life, even if her body is destroyed he can bring her back. Master could destroy Ebony’s cursed trap all at once.” Yumara exclaims. “I don’t know how this will effect Izzabelle, I do know that sometimes it’s better to rip it all off at once, instead of peeling away the layers.”

Yumara watched as the world was destroyed, as the foolish Zealots, chanted the spell that causes their world to collapse in upon itself. Blinded to the truth they obliterated themselves in the process. Yumara cannot help the cruel way she laughs at their fates. After witnessing the destruction of that world, she felt her ties with Master cement themselves even stronger than before. “So Ebony is in possession of one of Masters tomes. So in a way Izzabelle is like one of Master Creations.” Yumara speaks while lightly gripping g Masters robes. “Not that she belongs to Master, yet Masters magic gave her a body, and it was used to repair her soul. Izzabelle’s mind is the only thing that couldn’t be fixed using the book.” Yumara nods her head in agreement, when this was over and they were finally away from this planet she would have questions for Master. She would also share with Master. Why it is the other Gods seek to kill her, what it was she had done.

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Isaik glanced at her as his other form continued its work in stabilizing Izzabelle and preparing to end the trap once and for all… “I chose subtlety when within the legion to avoid the watchful eyes of Kil’jaeden, it was not that I feared a fight with the Deceiver, but to draw attention then open conflict with the Deceiver, would draw attention from the being in the Legion that I could not fight… Salkeen’s favorite, the Dark Titan…” Isaik hissed, he wasn’t sure he could yet defeat a full grown and warrior Titan, he definitely couldn’t at that time, he needed power… “In the end my subtlety in the legion still did not prevent my death, Perhaps it was my hubris in joining the invasion of Azeroth or the fact that I was betrayed by the demons below me… I found I needed to remain even more unseen, even among the legion…” Isaik realized he had droned on for a bit…

“You could say I don’t desire much contact from others as well… It only led to death and betrayal… But in you I think I see Victory… It is why I made you mother of the homunculi…” Isaik hissed, Perhaps it was something he saw in the endless timelines, he saw survival within Yumara and he would ensure hers…

Isaik turned to glance at the pronounced other form of his, Zalak’s, it would be no doubt that they would succeed. The amount of experience Zalak had was eons larger than Ebony… “Do not worry, Our victory is inevitable…” Isaik hissed preparing himself for the time of action, when he enacted it it was likely Isaik would return to one powerful body…

Isaik glanced back at Yumara, “Indeed…” it was a odd word to say but it meant he very well knew it might change her, and the usefulness of sometimes just doing it all at once to minimize the suffering. Had it been someone not aligned to Isaik’s own plans and goals he would have felt great pleasure in instead causing such immeasurable amounts of pain and suffering, it is what he was…

Isaik turned to completely face Yumara, his eyes though still showed his dark nature within, “My creations are sometimes a dual edged sword, Reavrix was one of my own… Still he abandoned his lord and tried to make my plans his own…” Isaik changed his approach, “It is not a surprise that the tome Ebony possessed did not contain a way to create or mend a mind, most were made to destroy and sow death to the worlds they came upon… Only the genesis tome contains every, all of my knowledge…” Isaik explained, he wondered if she knew that the genesis tome was the very same thing that now resides with Yumara’s soul…

Isaik quickly turned hearing the mental cry for help, before one could even blink the master meshed back into one being once more! Arched over Izzabelle’s form, Isaik conjured a massive surge of energy in his hands before thrusting them through Izzabelle’s skull! With a massive blast of shadowy energy Isaik ripped his arms back forcefully destroying the rest of Ebony’s nefarious trap in one powerful move! The Dark Master stood emancipated the dark curses still in his hand as he towered over Izzabelle’ form was the erratic curse still hopelessly grasping for its prey… It would not get such a chance to endanger Isaik’s own once more… Isaik crushed his hand as hard as he could, like a gnomish pneumatic press the curse shrieked in magical anguish before Isaik finished it off for good by consuming the dark magic curse… It would become apart of the countless others within him overpowered by the affliction of his soul…

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Sericon scoffed and made hand quotations, “Let me take care of you? As if you let me!” Sericon mocked her, he would do what he could to protect her no matter what!

Sericon didn’t stay around to just watch Izzabelle show off her moves again, he leapt into action! Sericon again held his blade in front of him like a samurai might it’s own katana, in a spilt second Sericon vanished and reappeared beside another of the mire beasts in the area! With a great swing of his scythe the void elf buried the blade deep into his opponent before with a strained roar Sericon swung his blade over his head sending its impaled victim airborne and crashing into a nearby stone wall. The mire beast collided with a resounding splat as its body fell apart from the force…

Before Izzabelle could even finish, Sericon was already leaning on his scythe waiting for her to catch up. “Still too slow! But I know why! You like to put on a show.” Sericon joked waving his arms over dramatically!

“Quite true, who knows what is occurring with that gnome as we speak!” Sericon responded, he was eager to continue their monster clearing. But it seemed Izzabelle had other ideas, she reached out at seemingly nothing before the entire labyrinth simply seemed to explode! Sericon could only stare as he saw the destruction, sure he was fast but she was still stronger… Sericon watched as Izzabelle fell unconscious, he reached out to try and catch her but to felt the effects and landed hard to the ground unconscious.

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The slight widening of Dazarthon’s eyes, where the only thing that betrayed the otherwise calmness he was showing. Suzuna belonged to this Demon Lord Salkeen now. This meant that he was free to do as he wished with her. Still he couldn’t help but feel a bit of rage at what he was witnessing, to Dazarthon it was a waste. However Dazarthon wasn’t the only one to witness Suzuna become engulfed in fel flames. When Suzuna let out that long soul wrenching wail of fear and agony. Nedde breaks loose from under Dazarthon’s heals. She lunges at the screen, eyes filled with rage and hate as she glares at Lord Salkeen. Fear and sorrow, as she looks upon the burning visage of her baby sister.
Dazarthon turns to the heavily cloaked and bandaged wrapped figure, that had been standing behind him. The figure shuffles forward, reaching Nedde it pulls off one of its gloves, and unwraps the bandages from its skeletal ethereal hand. He then drives his hand into Nedde’s Head, she cannot scream but her eyes nearly pop out of her head. Her body goes into convulsions and bursts into Fel Flames, which don’t seem to have any effect on the creature torturing her. When it pulls its hand free Nedde drops to the ground and curls up in the fetal position, her body twitching uncontrollably. The creature rewraps its hand and slides the glove back on. It turns towards Dazarthon who simply nods.

“I apologize once again Demon Lord Salkeen, it would seem Nedde, is feeling a bit rebellious. He motions towards the figure hovering near Nedde. “That is Abdulbai, he recently became leader of the Void sect here, the last leader, died mysteriously. The one before that decided to leave or society in favor of joining with a Demon Lord.” Dazarthon cannot help the hints of anger that edge into his voice. “Abdulbai doesn’t have a mouth so is incapable of oral speach.” As Dazarthon says this the cloaked figure turns towards the screen. While the entities eyes are shrouded, Salkeen would be able to feel the hate rolling off of this creature in waves. It nods its head before turning away. Dazarthon doesn’t show any signs of picking up on Abdulbai’s disgust when he gazes at Salkeen.

“Your presence here would actually be welcomed Demon Lord Salkeen, As many of the Demons that have recently joined us, would prefer to finish the Burning Titans agenda. Our society would do well to get rid of those that don’t agree with our creed and goals.” Dazarthon exclaims his attention now fully on Salkeen. While the loss of Suzuna was saddening, he had hundreds of thousands of demons that depended on him. “I’m sorry but I cannot promise you something that I do not have the Authority to promise. I will send you any demon that attempts to abandon your army. Those of other armies however, will always be offered sanctions here if they ask for it.” This was part of the society creed, it was not something that he or any other single member of the 12 could break.

Dazarthon raises a brow at Lord Salkeen’s demands. “You are not the lord of Me or of this Society, while I might wish to avoid an all out war. I will not sacrifice our beliefs and creed to do so. We are a neutral Society, and we will remain a Neutral Society. As said those who do not wish to remain neutral may join your armies. However Your enemies are not ours.” Dazarthon says with an air of finality. “However You will always have to option of recruiting those here that would willingly join your armies.”

“We do not have contacts on Azeroth, or any other planet, we are silent watchers, we only become involved when we are asked for help. Or when others break or creeds and attack without just cause.”

While Dazarthon is happy to see Suzuna safe, he still doesn’t have the authoritarian to break Society rules. “While the loss of Suzuna would be saddening it would not effect our society as she is no longer a part of it. She is now a minion of yours as are her sisters. If you decide to burn her to Ashes it would be a loss to your own armies of a powerful mind healer. Obviously you are not in need of powerful demons.” Dazarthon says, as he stares at Lord Salkeen. He is a Demon Lord Himself, while he might respect Lord Salkeen He doesn’t hate him. Before he can speK again all hell breaks loose. Nedde who had been curled up on the floor comes to life. Springing to her feet a blade of light appears in her hands and she drives it right through Dazarthon’s chest. Dazarthon screams with rage and betrayal as the bladder sinks into his chest. He turns to Abdulbai preparing to shout out commands, but finds himself silences as Abdulbai’s hand close over his face. Within seconds his entire face has been dissolved, his skull resembles melted wax. Cracks appear all over Dazarthon’s fel pocked skin. Light pours from these cracks, becoming brighter and wider, his body begins to swelling. After a minute it explodes, bone shards and splinters tear into the other demons in the room who are battling an army of void creatures that were gated into the room. Bloodied chunks of muscle and organs, beat and batter, both demons and the walls. Blood and guts splatter over the screen nearly obscuring the view.

The mask falls from Nedde’s face as she moves towards the screen and wipes the gore from it she looks at Salkeen her lightforged symbol glowing before her forehead. She watches as Abdulbai steps through a demonic gateway and Vanishes. “Why Salkeen it would seem Abdulbai serves another, perhaps you have heard of him. His Name is Ebony Darkskill, though many call him the Soul Thief.” Nedde says her voice filled with hate. “I also hear he was the one who broke Jericha, the last time Ebony had her in his possession. It would seem he is immune to fel, and has the power to lock up Jericha’s void. I believe that he has gone to collect her for his Master. If you beg perhaps they will allow you to hear her screams before her mind is broken beyond the ability even for you to repair. With that Nedde laughs and prepares to break the communication signal. The last thing Lord Salkeen sees is dozens of portals opening and figures moving into the room.

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Salkeen grinned as he saw his actions were getting the results he desired. It even brought him joy to watch Nedde squirm and rage as well thinking her sister was consumed by the hellish fire…

“I trait I will take great pleasure in breaking…” Salkeen hissed, this one seemed entirely too rebellious, a few thousand years of torture still should do the trick…

Salkeen merely glanced at the raging creature entirely uninterested in his existence, or Dazarthon’s words of who he was… Salkeen was here for diplomacy not idle chatter… But he did recognize the last individual they spoke of was Jericha…

Salkeen tapped his fingers on the edge of his throne, “So it would seem…” Salkeen hissed, He was eager to go gather more for his armies but felt no desire to walk into what could clearly be a trap laid for him…

Salkeen glared back at Dazarthon with a hint of irritation, “Your diplomacy could use work if you want peace… I did not ask for traitors from other armies…” Salkeen reminded him, the demon lord thought of reminding the flame around Suzuna…

Salkeen grew colder this diplomatic discussion was going farther south by the minute, “Disappointing…” Salkeen hissed, the only word he would say but inside his own soul he questioned just cutting the chances for peace and refocusing on the war!

Salkeen slamed his clawed fist down upon his throne, this man’s avoiding of his demands was only drawing his ire… “Then I would see what your watchers see! Azeroth is in the space I own, I would see my enemies upon her earth!” Salkeen demanded, he grew ever more tired of these debates…

Salkeen conjured more fel in his hands as Dazarthon spoke, he was quite right Salkeen already had many thousands of powerful demons and even after that a secret army of homunculi to call upon if he so desired… To make his point he could burn Suzuna alive again…

Salkeen rose from his throne brilliant flames radiating off his form like a burning cascading cape of emerald fire… “Foolish whelp, do you think I fear that creature or Ebony? Let him come, I will crush him under the earth of my world!” Salkeen hissed perhaps Salkeen hopes that the foolish Nedde would come as well…

“The ever more pleasure I will get from killing that creature, but for you my dear, you won’t have to beg to hear the screams of the ones you love…” Salkeen hissed, before Nedde had a chance to end the call Salkeen turned and sent roaring fire at Suzuna incinerating her images once more filling the communication with her screams before it cut out… Salkeen walked past of burning raging fire as it seemed Salkeen had merely sent the flame around Suzuna again, this time however he had gotten it closer… The flames had delighted in tasting the flesh of young Suzuna in a few places but the most extreme had been her back… Salkeen glared down upon her, she had been a loyal minion so it did not give him the usual satisfaction to outright torture her, but the image would have surely hurt Nedde… “Rise…” Salkeen commanded her, allowing the hound eredar to rise up from the flames that no longer seemed to burn her… Salkeen turned to the rest of the bridge, bring the Ignis’Avim to support Jericha, if those fools try to touch our world they will be purged by what this ship can bring upon worlds…

Salkeen turned to issue more commands when a sharp stab of pain hit him, his power was being siphoned from him to be used somewhere else! The demon lord roared before slamming his claws into his vessel, This was not the time for this! Salkeen raged but he knew he still had to retain some amount of power for the battle to come, Salkeen dug his claws into his vessel and did the next thing he knew to gain power! The demon lord shrieked in agony and rage as he started to drain power from his own vessel, the light and power in the vessel flickered as it struggled to generate more power to combat this massive drain… Salkeen rose from the gouged area in the floor his power half restored, he would still be a terror to behold on the battlefield… While the vessel still groaned trying its best to regenerate all the lost power… “Bring is in…” Salkeen hissed…

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Victur merely nodded he wasn’t sure how to respond to such a formal way of speaking, he was barely good at social interaction as it was! Victur was used to it though, ten thousand years lost in the nether did cause such things… As soon as Myrandah made her way towards Maleok, Victur twister his hands already trying to conjure a new rift off planet… The air in front of Victur detonated into a giant fire ball, sending the undead warlock crashing into the snow! Skalaz could be seen laughing, “Did I say you could leave?” The goblin hissed, he snapped his fingers again conjuring another enveloping blast of fire…

Victur stood tall, “I’m sorry, but have we met? Taking orders from strangers is not the wisest way to do things…” The undead asked tilting his head, Victur made a short gesture conjuring a ball of felfire to block the second blast of flame. Victur followed his move by directing to a nearby ally hidden in the cold, a frozen little imp burst from the ice and send three fire balls at Skalaz.

Skalaz hissed at the imp Foolish bravado… Snapping his fingers he created icy blades from the very snow the poor imp stood upon and impaled the area with the poor imp… Skalaz turned back to Victur and sneered before hissing again, “Did you think someone like you, could come and start messing with the Master’s and not get someone on your level to fight you?” Skalaz taunted he was looking to prod his opponent before he killed him…

Victur shrugged, “I never gave it much thought.” Victur said before conjuring a blast of chaos that he directed right at Skalaz!

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Skalaz cursed snapping his fingers and raising a massive wall of ice to block the chaotic bolt aimed at his person… “On a planet like this I got so much at my disposal… Perhaps this is more your style?” Skalaz laughed snapping his hands activating more arcanic alchemy upon his target, around Victur the ice instantly turned to burning steam and exploded outwards! Skalaz followed up his trick by tossing several bricks of chlorine over the wall of his icy barrier and towards Victur. Skalaz laughed snapping his fingers again mixing the hydrogen molecules with the chlorine the goblin instantaneously made a wave of hydrochloric acid! Skalaz was gonna follow up his great trick by trapping that idiotic undead inside a living acid alchemic monster when from the side a blast of burning fire hit his shoulder…

That impetuous imp has survived by shifting into the nether and changing positions! Skalaz hissed louder as he saw that undead fool standing beside that imp! This is why Victur was such a dangerous opponent, killing someone who could change their place in reality so easily was proving to be a major challenge even for Skalaz… Skalaz glanced quickly around, Varicar had engaged Smuggs, Throggore fighting that worgen deathknight, a odd image filled Skalaz’s vision… That insignificant Paladin was taunting Maleok, Skalaz couldn’t see if she was getting through to him from his position but he couldn’t allow it! The goblin roared snapping his fingers, conjuring a massive alchemic blast of fire to rage towards that Paladin with the intent to burn that women away! The flames were sent of course by a ball of fel fire that intercepted them half way to his target, Skalaz’s blast of fire roared like a train past the Paladin a knowing reminder that there was more danger than just Maleok!

Skalaz turned back to Victur, “It would be such a pleasure to add you to my homunculi collection…” The Goblin warned he was just about done with Victur’s interference! Skalaz blinked forward at incredible speed and reached out to grab the undead barely missing! Skalaz growled, if he could get contact with the undead he could end his!

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