Jericha holds herself pressed against Lord Salkeen’s calfs. She is more Ethereal than actual flesh, blood and bone at this time. Still for the time being the the agony of having every cell in your body. Overload and explode, had greatly lessened. Jericha sighed as much as she feared asking Lord Salkeen’s Master for any sort world of aide. She also knew deep down she could die without it. Still she would choose death over anything that would tie her in anyway to that cursed tome. It felt like those that were used on her, only much more vile.
Jericha watched as Isaik and Yumara started to come into focus. Part of her wanted to shatter the mirror, to tell Lord Salkeen that she had changed her mind that they could do it with Isaik’s help. Yet Jericha understood that a lot of what made her want to run was sheer terror. The other part of it was pride, she hated that Lord Salkeen and her couldn’t permanently solve this problem on their own. Jericha knows that the two of them together could give her a few days. Perhaps even a week or two, if enough was sacrificed. Still in the end the void would claim her, and Jericha wasn’t ready to be away from Lord Salkeen. So As She watches Isaik appear on the other side of glassy black reflecting surface. Her grip on Lord Salkeen tightens, as she looks from Isaik to Yumara. Yumara doesn’t look well even with the healing, the forest is providing. Then it hits Jericha, she had tried to kill Yumara. Yumara who has spent most of her life, coming to Jericha rescue. Yumara who continuously sacrifices everything for her. Yumara who even now cares for Jericha far more than she ever should. Jericha doesn’t understand when had she started hating her so much…
When Isaik speaks, Jericha feels as though her entire body has frozen. “Hello Isaik, If we had the time then your involvement would not be necessary. Yet that isn’t the case, as much ch as I would prefer you not be involved, I know when I’m in over my head.” Jericha says coldly, hissing in pain as a wave of agony Spears through her. “Still I didn’t not want that tome of yours involved in any way. Surely you are capable of great feats of magical prowess, that don’t require you having to rip spells or magic from it. Know This I will except nothing from you that has any ties to that tome of yours Isaik.” Jericha says this with finality.
Jericha looks at the ring and frowns slightly. While she could easily see the ring, it had been made outside of her presence. She couldn’t tell if the tome had been used or not in its making. With the way Isaik resorted to using the tome, especially were Jericha was concerned, she found herself feeling rather weary. “What makes you say that, the ring you hold is what we seek?” Jericha asks her voice laced with uncertainty as she stares at it. “Everything you do is for your own reasons Isaik, I’ve always understood that.” Jericha speaks quickly, her eyes not leaving the ring.
Jericha tilts her head slightly as Isaik speaks. He claims the ring is tied to Lord Salkeen, yet she has no way of knowing that until the ring is actually in her presence. That it is Lord Salkeen that would control all the excess void that was flooding her to the point where she would truly die. Lord Salkeen would choose where it went, Jericha didn’t care where it ended up. So long as it wasn’t that Genesis Tome… “What do you mean, when you say, it has no inherent connections? What is the difference between no connections whatsoever, and no inherent connections Isaik?” Jericha asks, she honestly doesn’t want that book involved. Jericha shifts a little so that she can see Isaik better. “I want to say that I do not want Lord Salkeen, giving you any of the excess void Isaik. I am almost certain that you will feed it to that vile tome of yours.” Jericha nearly bites through her lip, as waves of unrelenting agony wash over her.
When she speaks again her voice is cracked and strained. “It isn’t mine, the only void which is mine, the only void I’m able to use and control, is that which flows through the portals in Ebony’s Tower.” Jericha moans in pain, her grip of Lord Salkeen faltering. “That void can only be controlled by those with control of Ebony’s Tower.” Jericha looks at Isaik when she speaks because she knows that Yumara would of shared things with him. “When My Grandfather thought to use me as a portal. It wasn’t just as one but as many. I was the Master Portal, through me dozens of lesser portals were connected, hundreds of portal leases than those, thousand rifts and tears. All of these connected to the Master Portal. When Yumara destroyed the archway, before devouring, and eradicating my spirit.” Jericha can feel herself trembling and not just from fear. “Something went wrong, the network of portals, gateways, rifts and tears, should of been destroyed. Yet they weren’t they became bound to me, and my mind and body are only capable of controlling and containing that which comes from the tower. It took me centuries just to be able to control that much. The excess void that comes from all these other places, isn’t mine, I cannot contain it, or control it. Yet it is trapped within me, it floods me until I explode, ripping, tearing, shredding.” The pain has Jericha in tears… “I will defer to Lord Salkeen’s Judgement on this. I am his, always his, and only his, if he decides that this ring is the answer. Then I will do as he commands.”
Jericha suddenly stops speaking curling into a ball as pain wracks what remains of her body. When it ends she looks at the dark reflective surface her face twisted in pain and smiles. Taking one of her claw like nails she carves a rune into her arm, then speaks a few words in Shath’Yar. When finished glowing runes cover her entire being then fade away. Why didn’t I think of that to begin with? “If they’re any sort of loopholes, The will not effect or work on me. So if you are a two faced liar then nothing that you try and sneak onto the ring will work. The only part of the ring that will work, is the part that allows Lord Salkeen control of all this unwanted, uncontrollable void that is tearing me apart.” Jericha claims, *she could hope that Isaik wouldn’t try anything like that. But she knew in the end he was Ebony Darkskill… he was always Ebony Darkskill. At least now she was strong enough to protect herself.
Jericha listens as Isaik speaks about what Ahcirej has told him. “Isaik, Grandfather did exactly what he thought necessary, to gain what he desired. He would never see anything that he did as being wasteful.” Jericha’s says harshly, not caring for the fact that Ahcirej couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “I will always follow Lord Salkeen, till the end of all creation.” Jericha looks away from the ring and directly at Isaik, for the first time, since the ring was introduced. whether the ring was used or not was for Salkeen to decide. Just as it would be Salkewn decision on whether or not he wanted the original focus restored when Orion returned…
“Isaik, why did you send Varicar after me with that tome? Why did you cast a spell from it at me, when I fled that first time? Why do you keep trying to use it on me? You say you will not let me waste away in the hands of the enemy. So why dive me to them?”