Izzabelle never once thought that fighting this Raveintis was going to be easy, or not much of a challenge. The amount of power that she felt emanating from her new Master, was proof that this Dwarf was an extremely powerful adversary. She watches with interest as the Goblin shows proof of just what the warlock is capable of. Izzabelle while have no been through worse, knows that she is not prepared to fight this Raveintis as she is now. She is to weak, there’s too many gaps in her memory. Hope this Goblin that created her could figure out the cause, and alleviate some of them. “I have no doubt that the one we are being trained to fight will most likely be a fight to the death. I also know that as I am now, I would lose, before the battle even begun.” Izzabelle says stepping a little closer to Sericon.[quote=“Skalaz-emerald-dream, post:936, topic:12462”]
Now this was a tough one to explain, “Your more advanced than anything I have created so far…” Skalaz said,
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Izzabelle’s eyes widen as the Artificer speaks, he didn’t make her. She was more advanced, If he wasn’t the one who made her, how could he fix her? Why wasn’t she sent to the one who created her? The only other one she could think of was the Gnome. Why wasn’t she sent to the Gnome, he would know what to… they should have sent her to…
The next few words bring Izzabelle’s frantic thought to a sudden stop. Oh it was the Master who had created her, and he had sent her here for repairs. Considering that she was a creation of his, that must mean that Sericon was one as well… Still there were bits and pieces of memories that told a different story. So many gaps would they all ever be filled. “I’m prepared to except nearly all the help I can get.” She states with conviction, acknowledging that you are weak, is the first sign of building up strength.
Izzabelle suddenly finds herself unsure on what to do, It didn’t seem like Sericon was to keen on the idea, plus she wasn’t sure just how this would work. She was certain that she didn’t want to have one of her spiders used if Sericon was against it. She turns to Sericon, reaches out and grabs one of his hands in both of hers. “I don’t think you will grow any horrid side effects, and if you did, they cannot be any worse than the ones I have.” Izzabelle claims squeezing his hand before turning back to Skalaz. “I’m not sure how this would work, everyone of my spiderlings must at some point every few days return to the sac, to renew their connection, else they will cease to exist. Not die just kind of poof! out of existence. They must remain for at least 24 hours for the connection to be reestablished.” Izzabelle explains, while her mind is being bombarded with many thoughts. She had been under the impression that the bond that she now shared with Sericon had linked their souls, and minds together. They should be able to speak to one another telepathically,and feel when the other is in danger. Unless the spiderling was a back up of sorts Incase they one they were fighting managed to some how block the bond. “I’ll cough up a spidering or two once I’m certain that it will work, if they need to be switched out every week or so.” She says more than happy to strengthen her relationship with Sericon. Still no sense in hacking up a spider if it wasn’t going to work.
She already had a high resistance to most Magic’s, still from what she had seen and heard over the last few minutes. She was going to need much more than what she had right now. She watches the scorpion spit fire out at them, and cannot help be slightly upset that she cannot eat it. She looks at it longingly before turning away and trying to peer into the other cages.
Izzabelle felt all that f her nerves suddenly flare and it put her on edge, as the Artificer instructed her to step into the circle. All those blank spots in her mind, were filling with trepidation and uncertainty. She looks over at Sericon and calms down a little, even if it cost him his life, she feels he would let nothing awful happen to her. Taking a deep breath she brings her hand to her mouth and coughs. Snatching Sericons hand, she pulls him down into a quick kiss. Releasing him she turns and walks into the center circle. She nods at the Artificer, she was ready to begin when he was, she braces herself for the pain that she knows is coming.
In the palm of Sericans hand sits two of her fel, Plague, spiders. Both at the moment smaller than a dime. They stare at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to make the next move.