Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

[Jericha-draka (Jericha)]

Salkeen gave another dark and short laugh, “Plenty of the dead were brought in after the battle and left in the beast pens at the bottom of the ship.” Salkeen growled malevolently,

Jericha’s pushes herself up into a sitting position, the blood from Lhashira giving her some much needed strength. She brings a hand to her head and massages one of her ears. She looks at the moaning and weeping demoness with the disgust. It was pathetic the way she was carrying on. A void tentacle with tiny hooked barbs wraps around her face, stifling the monotonous whining. It slowly twists back and forth, shredding the flesh on her face. Lhashira flops about on the floor like a fish out of water, clawing wildly at the tentacle. Jericha smiles darkly and turns her attention to her Lord. “Not that, that annoyance has been temporarily silenced Lord Salkeen, I believe you were saying something about the beast pens.” Jericha fel eye takes on a more sinister look as her lips curl upward. “Part of me is tempted to free Suzuna’s soul and send it back to her body. Waking up while being eaten alive, would be a new experience, at least for her.” As she speaks she plucks the artifact eye from her socket, and rolls it between her fingers. “Still Suzuna belongs to you Lord Salkeen, so I will defer to your decision on when and where I should release her soul.” Jericha knows that she isn’t a nice person, she enjoys seeing others in pain. Even those she considers friends, while she might not wish for their deaths, their screams are a completely different story.

Her attention is drawn back to Lhashira as the demoness uses her fel wind blades to slice apart the tentacle that was shredding her face. She looks over at Jericha eyes filled with fear and hate. From her eyes down her face bore a resemblance to that of ground beef. Bloodied strips of flesh dangling down like broken cobwebs. She looked a rather horrific sight, her words came out like unintelligible garble as she tried to speak. Jericha could tell just by looking that the pathetic thing wanted to strike out at her. If she so much as tried though she would be dead before the attack even came close to her, and it most likely wouldn’t be by Jericha’s hand. Standing Jericha walks the few steps to where Lhashira is curled up on the floor. As she moves she switches into the form of a void corrupted Shivarra. Reaching down she lifts Lhashira up off the cold fel steel floor. Four of her arms pin Lhashira’s to her side, the tentacles that line either side of Jericha’s spine, whip around her, entangling the demoness’s wings. With her free hands Jericha reaches out and takes hold of her face. She drives her claw like nails into the mangled meat. Lhashira grunts and groans trying to shriek through the ruins of her mouth.

“Now, now, you are impossible to understand like this, here let me help.” As Jericha says this an inky Black ichor spreads from her hands and onto Lhashira’s face. Mostly destroyed or not the demoness howls in pain, her body convulsing so strongly that It shatters some of her bones, while rupturing some of her organs. The ichor slowly spreads until it covers her whole body. At this point Lhashira has lost consciousness and is just twitching mindlessly in Jericha’s grip. Jericha sighs, it wasn’t as much fun if she slept through it. Jericha sends a shock through the demoness waking her up. As soon as Lhashira crossed the threshold into consciousness, Jericha crushed every bone in her wings. “Lord Salkeen does not require your opinion or that of your poor tortured pathetic brother. When it comes to what he chooses to do with me, or any of his minions. You will find your time with us more pleasant if you remember this.” Jericha sneered her voice a low and mocking. She drops Lhashira to the floor, and the inky Black ichor slowly recedes back towards Jericha. The demoness’s face is now twisted and deformed, when she goes to speak, it comes out as hideous garble, her tongue flops out of the ruins of her mouth as she tries to speak. The hole in her head remained, her ear gone for now. Lhashira twitches about before passing out again.

Jericha turns to a few Wyrmtongue, “would you please remove the trash.” As she speaks she kicks Lhashira, they move forward and grab hold of her, looking to Lord Salkeen for conformation. “Should we toss it into the incinerator, or one of the Soul furnaces My Lord?” They ask before attempting to move her out. Jericha moves up behind Lord Salkeen and slides her arms around him.

[Lhashira-ravenholdt]

Salkeen ever unpredictable, cast his glare on two fel stalkers… His burning gaze filling them with his will and their devotion to their lord bringing them to a ecstatic frenzy before rushing out from the command center after the shivarra…

Lhashira cannot help the small upturning of her lips as the fel stalkers rush out after the Shivarra. She silently hoped that they would tear her apart. If not that ripping off a few limbs and mauling her would do nicely. It not like she needs six arm. Still that could very well be her if her Lord doesn’t like what she has to say. It’s times like these that she curses the Reavrix and the contract he bound her too.

Salkeen gave a dark laugh, “A command to stay off Azeroth? Where do you believe we are headed now?” Salkeen taunted,

“Who is he to say whether or not I should be allowed to walk the soil of Azeroth.” Jericha demands her voice cracked and hoarse, from all the screaming from earlier.

Lhashira is about to answer her Lord when her attention is drawn to his void witch. Lhashira felt chills running down her spine, with both of them conscious she truly didn’t want to be here. They were both wildly unpredictable, yet she had never actually fought Lord Salkeen’s Void Witch. She had only seen her in action, that was enough to tell her, the woman before her was a complete nut job.

“He is no one that is who he is, If Lord Salkeen needs me on Azeroth, that is where I will be.” She continues her voice dangerously low. Void tentacles laced with fel burst from her hands. They wrap around Lhashira’s throat, and upper body, pinning her arms and wings to her side. Jericha then jerks her off of her feet, she land hard next to the throne her head mere millimeters from Jericha’s own.

Lhashira growls lowly as Jericha insults her brother, he was merely looking out for the ungrateful witch. If the wretched thing wanted to go and get herself perished Lhashira was okay with that. Still if something happened to Jericha, Lhashira had this feeling all those under Lord Salkeen would pay the price. Before she can answer either her Lord or his Witch, she is wrapped in tentacles and pulled off of her feet. The back of her head strikes the corner of the chair that Jericha is curled up is. She hisses slightly in pain, the tentacles searing the flesh on her wings, arms and torso. It isn’t as bad as it would have been, before her Lords gift.

Bringing her lips to the huntresses ear she softly whispers. “Might I suggest that the next time you have a message to deliver, that you simply deliver it, and leave personal thought out of the equation.” She remarks cruelly, Latching a hold of Lhashira’s ear she painfully bites into it, fel saliva spills onto her head burning the flesh. Lhashira screams and struggles, for the few seconds it takes for Jericha to rip the ear from her head, and spit it onto the floor.

The demoness’s howls of pain, turn into choked gurgling as the tentacles around her neck tighten. She can feel the acidic saliva eating away at her flesh. Even as that insane witch rips her ear from her head with her teeth. The pain is horrific, waves of sharp burning agony assault her, as she is released and dropped to the floor. She quickly turn to Jericha sobbing and starts apologizing, one hand pressed to the burnt bleeding hole in the side of her head. “I’m sorry, so very sorry, please, please forgive me. It was wrong of me to tell Lord Salkeen what to do concerning you. Please, I’m so sorry…” she continues to grovel hoping that it would be enough to appease the crazy witch.

A void tentacle with tiny hooked barbs wraps around her face, stifling the monotonous whining. It slowly twists back and forth, shredding the flesh on her face.

Silence descended upon the room as Lhashira finds herself gagged by a tentacle wrapping around the lower part of her face. When it twists back and forth first it feels like tiny claws ripping at her flesh. Seconds later she is in horrendous pain, as the protective layer of scaly skin is destroyed. The tentacles is now shredding the soft fleshy layers beneath it. It manages to completely mangle the lower half of her face, before Lhashira snaps and uses her magic to free herself. At this moment she desperately wanted to strike out against that twisted evil witch, and say to hell with the consequences. Yet she is unable to, bound to the will of her Lord like she is.

Standing Jericha walks the few steps to where Lhashira is curled up on the floor. As she moves she switches into the form of a void corrupted Shivarra. Reaching down she lifts Lhashira up off the cold fel steel floor.

“Now, now, you are impossible to understand like this, here let me help.” As Jericha says this an inky Black ichor spreads from her hands and onto Lhashira’s face.

Lhashira quicklydiscovers that other than being in the hands of that monster from earlier, she had never experienced pain quite as severe as this. She can feel her bones shattering as she convulses in the cruel woman’s grip. The overwhelming agony as organs rupture and explode. She is going to die, this horrific insane witch was going to kill her. The agony spreads throughout her body, causing her mind to shut down. Yet she isn’t allowed the peace of mental oblivion. She is ripped back into the waken world just so that beetch can crush and destroy her wings before dropping her once more onto the hard steel floor. She can barely move her body wracked in pain. She goes to speak, yet nothing but unintelligible garble comes out. She quickly realizes that she cannot control her tongue or really move her lower jaw much. Reaching up she touches her face, and shudders. The witch healed her but left her face completely ruined at the same time. She could tell just by touching the skin, her face was now the stuff of nightmares. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mind, and body reach their tolerance for suffering.

[Skalaz-emerald-dream]

“I get this strange feeling that he would probably enjoy that.” She states as her attention returns fully to The Artificer.

Skalaz shook his head, the void did odd things to the minds of mortals, made them what others might call insane… Skalaz tried not to judge on that, to many he was considered quite insane, why else would one purposely make monsters, let alone for those who wished to become them?!

“I don’t think of anything as being easy. Once you see something as being easy, you become careless, make mistakes. Those careless mistakes usually lead to death, or something much worse.”

Skalaz nodded, “A wise way to look at things, but I would be lying if considering him as a challenge was putting it lightly either… Last time I fought the once Instructor of the Master, I lost quite a bit…” Skalaz said his warning carefully, with his last sentence he showed just how much! With a snap of the goblins left fingers, the entirety of the goblins right arm along with a great portion of the right side of his chest deconstructed… Skalaz had lost a lot in his fight with that warlock, “I was quite mortal when that happened…” Skalaz remarked, snapping his left fingers again to remake what he now had…

“Wait a moment, shouldn’t you know what I am if you created me?”

Now this was a tough one to explain, “Your more advanced than anything I have created so far…” Skalaz said, it was true, he made amazing works of art and by normal standards what he made was beyond complicated, advanced and powerful… One merely had to see things like Varicar and Skalaz’s newest homunculus to see that what the goblin was capable of… The goblin also had a myriad of alchemic chimera to show his strength… No Izzabelle was something much more complex, the faintest of signatures, something any one might miss were intermixed with Zalak’s… “By what I can tell you were probably made by the Master’s magic. But seeing as I’m the head Artificer here, I’ll be working on you.” Skalaz said glancing into the cage to ensure the creature was acclimating to the process nicely…

“Indeed, I’m not sure why I felt the need to devour the sac like I did. It was like thousands of voices in my head, begging, screaming, demanding that I help them, so I did.” Izzabelle says jumping slightly as the Goblin touches her, she wasn’t afraid but she was a little on edge. “I am in constant telepathic communication with them, it like a sort of symbiotic relationship.”

Skalaz considered Izzabelle’s words carefully, perhaps a symbiotic relationship genetically between Sericon and Izzabelle was more easier accomplished then previously thought… “If that is the case I am gonna need you to cough up a spiderling, I can further you and Sericon’s symbiotic relation by giving him a piece of you.” Skalaz said, in this he was quite firm, “By using a spiderling, we can connect you telepathically without magic…” Skalaz informed, it was a wise decision, when fighting the warlock there was always a chance that even magic might not be working…

“I think controlling the hunger should be done first please.” She says as she turns to look at one of the creatures huddling in a cage hanging from the ceiling. “Can I eat that, if not the whole thing then perhaps just a few bites?”

“No food in this cage, this is your scorpion!” Skalaz said smacking the side of the cage with his staff. Inside the cage the clicking became quite furious before a roaring flame lit up the inside of the cage revealing a firelands scorpion! Skalaz snapped his fingers conjuring a minor arcane barrier as the scorpion spat burning fire towards the cage bars… “With luck, we should be able to give you more fire resistance…” Skalaz informed as he watched the angry scorpion attempt to free itself… Skalaz was still eagerly waiting for the data and scientific information from Smuggs’s lab, the amount of dna engineering the gnome knew would be a invaluable addition to further the experiments of Skalaz and the master…

“so an enhanced version of who, and what, we are now… um I’m not really sure what I am.”

“Correct.” Skalaz said, there was not much like the goblin who tried to make perfection of his subjects. Like Salkeen, Izzabelle and Sericon would be enhanced to a level of perfect being, they would be enhanced…

“While monstrous appearances might sew fear among the population of Azeroth, it would make trying to walk among them unnoticed a bit more difficult.”

Skalaz only nodded, it was time for them to begin… “Please step into the circle.” Skalaz said gesturing to Izzabelle first, he would work on Sericon next. With that Skalaz snapped his fingers causing the center of the room to shift and change into a giant alchemic and arcane circle… along the sides of the great circle were outter loops that were waiting for animals for the chimera process… Skalaz snapped his fingers again causing the scorpion and it’s cage to occupy one of the outter loops, now he just needed two more animals preferably of a social nature…

[Sericon-emerald-dream]

“There’s a lot of blank spaces in there.”

Sericon watched as the two spoke, Izzabelle was getting along easier than Sericon had thought, though the elf did notice she seemed lost many a time… Sericon stood nearby his mere presence offering the protection she needed.

“In that case might I suggest giving me a large foot, and the strength required to boot my Monster into Orbit.”

Sericon looked over giving a mocking look of shock! How could anyone want to knock Sericon into orbit, especially Izzabelle?!

“The ultra reaver was only half mine, all its magical power and strength mine, but the juggernaut was the engineer…” Skalaz gave a small laugh, “He is still mad it was wrecked!”

“Remind me not to tell the juggernaut about his reaver then…” Sericon muttered, he was wondering if perhaps a newer version of a reaver was being created… But where?? Sericon now had been wondering if Skalaz had a lab near the master where the rest of the masters minions had places of work… Did the juggernaut have a entire area built for creating new mechanical works of power? To be honest the elf didn’t even know if the juggernaut was a goblin or not…

“I know who you are, but your both here to deal with a dark iron by the name of Raveintis… Terribly powerful, even a match for me…” Skalaz shrugged, “Kinda hard to fight with alchemic attacks if everything is on fire…

Sericon nodded, he could see why fighting a old and experienced warlock might be a major challenge… Still Sericon had been a warlock once, now was his time to fight, if anyone could help fight Raveintis it was him!

“Don’t worry girl, we will start small, wouldn’t want that latent spider dna to become a forefront and have you try to eat Sericon there…”

Sericon glanced at Izzabelle, that was a odd thing to say, would Izzabelle truly try??

“I get this strange feeling that he would probably enjoy that.”

Sericon now was worried, perhaps she had too much spider in her already… The elf thought to say something but perhaos it was a less wise decision…

“A wise way to look at things, but I would be lying if considering him as a challenge was putting it lightly either… Last time I fought the once Instructor of the Master, I lost quite a bit…”

Sericon paused, that is what happened to one as powerful as the Artificer? Perhaps Sericon and Izzabelle were truly in for the fight of their lives against that warlock… Who could possibly even train them more to kill such a monster?!? Sericon grabbed his blades once more he was nervous, they needed a lot of training before they tried to take on the warlock…

“By what I can tell you were probably made by the Master’s magic. But seeing as I’m the head Artificer here, I’ll be working on you.”

The master? Sericon thought they recently grabbed her from the void witches estate, how was she related to the master? Sericon himself barely knew anything about the dark creature, he had been under Salkeen, therefore he knew of the dark creature. But Salkeen had been a loud and out in the open demon lord, this dark creature would just show up once and while before discreetly vanishing back to where ever it came from! Only recently had he seen the power the creature could command, in the beginning it looked like Salkeen commanded the dark creature when Sericon first joined, it was apparently obvious that the Master Infact commanded everything…

“If that is the case I am gonna need you to cough up a spiderling, I can further you and Sericon’s symbiotic relation by giving him a piece of you.” Skalaz said, in this he was quite firm, “By using a spiderling, we can connect you telepathically without magic…”

Sericon snapped back to the current conversion, “Wait I’m gonna be part spider now?!! I won’t grow any horrid side effects will I?” Sericon asked, he didn’t mind talking to Izzabelle with his mind, but if he got a hunger for flies he might as well turn this sword on his neck and slice… “What else we putting in us?” Sericon asked…

“You you both truly wanna look like monsters, I can make it happen.”

Sericon froze, did Skalaz not understand sarcasm? Did the elf just doom himself?!

“Please step into the circle.”

Sericon steeped back it seemed like Izzabelle was up first…

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

“Yes master… I found the gnome Thommus, it appears he has relation to the gnome Smuggs’s late wife. Smuggs’s wife and Thommus both worked in the part of the city on the radioactive gas. While she was skilled in nuclear physics, Thommus was specialized in magic aerospace engineering…”

Isaik nodded, his mind going over possible theories on how that troublesome group was planning to impact such a large part of his plans… The homunculi were key to the whole thing, it was the whole way the master could infiltrate so many aspects of the horde, alliance, twilights hammer, everything…

Lately master the gnome has been specializing on light and shadow magic, like a technological version of a discipline priest…”

Isaik hissed, those pair of Magic’s were quite versatile, seeing the future, mass dispelling of magic or even the slightly possibility of even trying to create a new reality… Isaik considered the way he knew his own instructor long ago… Creating a new reality was not his style, the dwarf wouldn’t kill off all those innocent people… Isaik was sure creating a entire new reality wasn’t even possible with the power on Azeroth, it would require the amount of planning and power as ascending to a god… Isaik thought of the other two options, future seeing or mass dispelling…

“I am ready to track that gnome down, I will bring him to you, in mostly one piece…”

“Not necessary… You have a new assignment…” Isaik said monotonously, Rekkagg wasn’t needed to chase after Thommus, the master had already sent another for that task… “Just as our enemies are making moves so have I been making moves of my own… Two are being ready made to take on my old nemesis Raveintis…” Isaik hissed, “However they will need you to further their training, you have been the one who has tried to end Raveintis the most…” Isaik commanded, even in his weakened state, Rekkagg was the only one that Isaik felt would be able to further ready the two elves for their task…

Isaik was pleased, the core group being forged to take out Raveintis was coming together perfectly… Each one of them were skilled in close up combat or non-magic attacks to ensure their skills could not be stopped by the warlocks dreaded felhunters… The next part of the plan was to find a way to separate Raveintis from his allies… Rekkagg, Izzabelle, and Sericon, would need to face Raveintis after the master had separated him from his allies… Isaik laughed it wouldn’t be too hard, the troublesome heroes only had themselves, the master had armies!

“Shall I report to the Artificer for enhancements? This orc is strong but still quite mortal…”

“Yes… Goto the Artificer… There you will find your two new disciples and be enhanced enough for this new body…” Isaik hissed, “You can thank Skalaz’s newest creation for capturing this body…” Isaik hissed, “It matters not though, head to the Artificer…” Isaik commanded before turning his attention back to Yumara…

It appeared Ahcirej would not be joining them, “It is time we leave towards Azeroth…” Isaik stated monotonously, and with the last word said the entirety of the vessel seemed to thrum before piercing shriek filled the air! The vessel seemed to warp and bend before with a massive boom from the sounds of a great object vanishing from the air signaled the vessel had moved… It wasn’t but a second or two after that a similar boom could be heard signaling their arrival on Azeroth… Isaik was unfazed, his vessel was beyond anything most would ever see, it’s pure advanced technologies making the ship Salkeen rode upon seem outdated… It wasn’t entirely true, they were just different vessels, Salkeen’s was a legion vessel, Isaik’s a dark dimensional fortress…

Outside the Vessel the scene had changed entirely, within some of the deepest and darkest caverns in the eastern kingdoms now held the great vessel… They were back on Azeroth, the master vessel taking its true place where it belonged… It was more than a ship, it was the master’s fortress of darkness in the depths of his domain. Now the true planning could begin, Isaik had to mobilize a few armies of his to impede Raveintis anyway he could…

[Izzabelle-draka (Izzabelle)]

Skalaz nodded, “A wise way to look at things, but I would be lying if considering him as a challenge was putting it lightly either… Last time I fought the once Instructor of the Master, I lost quite a bit…”

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…

“By what I can tell you were probably made by the Master’s magic. But seeing as I’m the head Artificer here, I’ll be working on you.” Skalaz said

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.

“If that is the case I am gonna need you to cough up a spiderling, I can further you and Sericon’s symbiotic relation by giving him a piece of you.” Skalaz said, in this he was quite firm, “By using a spiderling, we can connect you telepathically without magic…” Skalaz informed

Sericon snapped back to the current conversion, “Wait I’m gonna be part spider now?!! I won’t grow any horrid side effects will I?” Sericon asked,

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.

“No food in this cage, this is your scorpion!” Skalaz said smacking the side of the cage with his staff. Inside the cage the clicking became quite furious before a roaring flame lit up the inside of the cage revealing a firelands scorpion! Skalaz snapped his fingers conjuring a minor arcane barrier as the scorpion spat burning fire towards the cage bars… “With luck, we should be able to give you more fire resistance…” Skalaz informed

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.

Skalaz only nodded, it was time for them to begin… “Please step into the circle.” Skalaz said gesturing to Izzabelle first,

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.

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

As her mind scanned through the memories around her, Ahcirej finally picked out enough pieces, to resemble the knowledge that she required. With that her ethereal like form seems to disperse throughout the small vessel. Different parts of her soul linked to the vessels control, and weapon systems. When she was finished she took a deep breath and prayed that this would work. She concentrates on starting the vessel, at first nothing, then after a few seconds the vessel comes to life. When it does Ahcirej can feel it like it was a second skin. She can make it fly, she can make it fire. Right now this vessel represented her body, and her mind was the pilot. She now had an idea of what she must do, but whom should she go to. It wasn’t an easy task, she must speak with someone of knowledge to accomplish it. The small Legion vessel powers down and Ahcirej disconnects from it and floats back out of it.

“Make your way back to Azeroth… Here on this dead world you will only remain nothing…” The skeleton hissed,

The words spoken to her earlier echo within her mind once more. Yes she needed to make her way back to Azeroth, back to her twin, back to Lord Salkeen. With a mere thought she vanishes from the Ered’kiel and appears aboard the Ignis’avim. She can pic up the magical imprints that both Jericha and Lord Salkeen leave behind. As she traverses the halls a Shivarra fleeing two fel stalkers rushes right through her, followed quickly by the two beasts. The poor thing looked completely terrified, and took no notice of her presence. One of the fel stalkers slows just a hair, as if it felt an minute disturbance around it, before continuing the chase. Ahcirej continues towards her destination floating over the threshold and onto the command bridge she sees them both.

Jericha turns to a few Wyrmtongue, “would you please remove the trash.” As she speaks she kicks Lhashira,

It was nice to see that after everything that happened, somethings never changed, Jericha was still as nasty and heartless, as she ever was. Know she would need to make her presence known and her lack of being able to communicate, made her ability to ask this request rather… no it wasn’t that difficult at all, why hadn’t she thought of this earlier. She takes control of one of the holographic engines and creates an image of herself, one that she can speak through using this technology. The image shimmers and appears on the holopad, It kneels respectfully to Lord Salkeen. ”Lord Salkeen, Your minion wishes to ask something of you.” she wouldn’t ask unless first given permission to do so.

[Yuiko-draka (Yuiko)]

“My arrogance, was the very thing that cost me my victory and life before… This time around it will not be the same…” Isaik said,

Yumara nods at Master in understanding, it was her own arrogance that had trapped her as she was now. Not where she was now but as she was now. When she had been fleeing those gods trying to persecute and destroy her, she thought to hide within the body of an unborn child. This proved to be the biggest mistake and the greatest blessing of her existence. She hadn’t realized until it was to late that her soul and mind had coalesced with that of the child’s. By then she was trapped, trapped in a body that was born ill, and dying. One that survived its initial first few years through her will alone. Still being trapped with this child as part of her, she was able to delelope emotions they were broken and erratic, most often they didn’t exist at all, but they were there. Now countless lifetimes later she stand behind the nevthat feels like the one stolen from her, the one that lead to her madness and persecution. She would not be separated from him again. “It would seem arrogance is the downfall of many Master.” She says.

Isaik simply bowed, his arms extended like he was on a cross, “I expect each one of my minions to be at their full potential, whether that be by using force on our enemies or by creating objects to do the same.” Isaik stated, “With so many under my command a steady stream of test subjects is easy to come by… Infact our most prolific source would be kobolds and Troggs from the cave systems that connect to my subterranean kingdom…” Isaik gave a clever grin, “Though I suppose you mean subjects of rare or highly specific lineage… With such tasks the hunters can retrieve anything you need…” Isaik hissed refering to the writhing orc on the floor…

Yumara listens quietly as Master speaks. “While the troggs and kobolds, might be easy fodder for the more basic poisons and plagues. Those designed to only effect certain races, or sub races, and lineages require specific subjects. Such as a plague that would effect a fel stalkers ability to devour magic, and reproduce through the use of it. For all the plagues I produce I must also create the antidote and some form of prophylactic elixir. It comes with the whole being kep in balance.” She explains as she looks at the Orc writhing about on the floor, pleased that it was in such horrific pain. She hoped that, its agony was eternal. “Once Master is the alpha and omega all worlds will be perfect.” Yumara says bowing her head slightly.

“Izzabelle’s curse will be cured, when I become a true god among gods… The alpha and omega… Reality will be as I will it…” Isaik hissed,

Yumara had no doubt that Master would keep his word, when he became the god of gods, her curse would be cured. Master wished to create a much better world, why were all those f these fools trying to stop him? Still Those who oppose him, would be either killed or worse yet, used as fodder or reprogrammed into something from their worse nightmares. It wasn’t like Master didn’t give them choices. But still Yumara smiles slightly knowing that at least in the end Izzabelle could be saved. She wished that her own curse could be cured, but it couldn’t. It transcends space and time, more powerful than the gods, as old as creation itself.

“If we are to create a way to further empower the homunculi against their weapon, we must know what it does…” Isaik hissed, he cast his gaze upon Rekkagg… “Tell me everything you know of Thommus…” Isaik hissed,

Master was right in order to strengthen the homunculi against this weapon be created to destroy them. A weapon being created to destroy her children. Rage seeps into Yumara, as it does, long razor sharp claws extend from her fingertips, her canines grow into fangs, tentacle like vines erupt along both sides of her back. She reaches out and grasps hold of Masters robes. “I will do all in my power and beyond to keep my children from falling to the likes of those who oppose Master and his vision.”

“Greetings… I am the Nameless One… It is a honor to meet someone favored by the master…” Rekkagg stayed before looking back at the master, “Shall I report to the Artificer for enhancements? This orc is strong but still quite mortal…” Rekkagg said a hint of disgust at the word mortal

“Greetings Nameless One I am Yumara.” She states as they both turn back to Master. Yumara lets out a tiny bark of laughter at the sound of disgust in the Nameless Ones voice when mentioning the orcs limitations, the biggest being its mortality.

“It is time we leave towards Azeroth…” Isaik stated monotonously, and with the last word said the entirety of the vessel seemed to thrum before piercing shriek filled the air! The vessel seemed to warp and bend before with a massive boom from the sounds of a great object vanishing from the air signaled the vessel had moved… It wasn’t but a second or two after that a similar boom could be heard signaling their arrival on Azeroth…

Yumara could sense they where back on Azeroth without ever leaving the ship. Her roots dug deep into the earth is numerous places. She would need to return to her labs in Pandaria soon. Yet it would probably prove safer to move her labs and equipment to the underground caverns that Master called home. Also she still couldn’t be certain how long she could be separated from Master without needing to be back in his presence. “Master I will need to move my labs and equipment here, I don’t think being separated from you is a good idea. If the traitorous Gnome was able to warn his friends about me, they might choose to act while I’m on my own.” Yumara hisses, hoping that they haven’t already planned anything.

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

“It would seem arrogance is the downfall of many Master.” She says.

Isaik nodded, “It won’t be the downfall of me again…” Isaik hissed, he had tasted defeat and death twice because of his arrogance, it was a cosmic fluke that he rose again for a third chance at his victory… His own minions had lost where he was, regenerating in the nether or lost without a leader, his new body slain and laid to rest in some tomb in what was now the eastern plaguelands, without the Lich King, the Master would be lost.

“While the troggs and kobolds, might be easy fodder for the more basic poisons and plagues. Those designed to only effect certain races, or sub races, and lineages require specific subjects. Such as a plague that would effect a fel stalkers ability to devour magic, and reproduce through the use of it. For all the plagues I produce I must also create the antidote and some form of prophylactic elixir. It comes with the whole being kep in balance.”

Isaik glanced back at Rekkagg, “Merely task a stalker to find what you need, The Nameless One has been capturing heroes and rare creatures for ages…” Isaik said before considering the other words she spoke, by making a toxin she also in turn tasked herself with creating a antidote… The thought of Isaik’s enemies writhing in agony before being cured was not ideal, the antidotes would need to be kept far from reaching hands… The anitodotes would need to remain under the earth forever, the poisoned fools who tasted Yumara’s toxin would need either submit or siege a place none even knew about…

“Once Master is the alpha and omega all worlds will be perfect.”

Isaik only bowed, the universe was indeed flawed, it had no master, no over-arching god who could tame existence and command all of reality… A omnipotent being that could make the whole of existence in their image. The universe would become perfect…

“I will do all in my power and beyond to keep my children from falling to the likes of those who oppose Master and his vision.”

Isaik nodded, “We are merely playing a game with our enemies, as they move a chess piece so shall I…” Isaik hissed, he already had a idea of the weapon being created, and Isaik knew exactly how to play against his old instructor, who to make him choose to slay innocents or find another way… “I would not worry, even Raveintis does not know of the hidden kingdom…” Isaik said using his embedded tendrils to calm his minion…

“Greetings Nameless One I am Yumara.” She states as they both turn back to Master. Yumara lets out a tiny bark of laughter at the sound of disgust in the Nameless Ones voice when mentioning the orcs limitations, the biggest being its mortality.

Isaik watched silently as his two minions interacted with each other. It was perfect that even after Yumara had seen the orc assault the master she now understood a new soul was in control of the body. The nameless one had been one of Isaik’s oldest minions since his rebirth, rescued early on from a dark fate for his insidious hobbies.

“Master I will need to move my labs and equipment here, I don’t think being separated from you is a good idea. If the traitorous Gnome was able to warn his friends about me, they might choose to act while I’m on my own.”

Isaik paused considering the two paths before him carefully, originally the undead creature had thought to send the two elves and their new trainer to the sewers of Stormwind, using this opportunity to test their new skills and further facilitate the escape of the others inside the stockades… Isaik could however instead send them with Yumara, it however wouldn’t be necessary Isaik was always nearby and if nothing did come to face Yumara they would just stand around learning nothing… It was something to further consider while Rekkagg was enhanced…

At the moment though they had just arrived, it was time to figure out the details of moving the entirety of Yumara’s lab to its new domain. Isaik knew exactly where to relocate her lab, the cave systems inbetween Skalaz’s domain and the Master’s own would be perfect, she would remain nearby and the two alchemists could further work together.

[Rekkagg-emerald-dream]

“Not necessary… You have a new assignment…”

This caused Rekkagg to pause, he shifted anxiously while keeping his eyes on the master. It wasn’t that the orc was nervous or fearful, it was just the opposite, he had been so eager to carve flesh and get his revenge, the whole of his own plans evaporated in a instant… Not that they mattered as much as the Master’s plan anyway, Rekkagg or the soul within the orc just always held a desire to tend flesh, even try the raw delicacy of torn ligaments and sinew…

“Just as our enemies are making moves so have I been making moves of my own… Two are being ready made to take on my old nemesis Raveintis…”

The very name caused Rekkagg to stop his movements and completely focus back on the master. The individual who had cost the Nameless One his original body, and not just simply by death but the warlock had completely burned away the corpse that was once John Galloway…

“However they will need you to further their training, you have been the one who has tried to end Raveintis the most…”

Rekkagg nodded, he had also been the one to nearly succeed the most, each time he came back to assault the dwarf he got closer. Unfortunately the dwarf had gotten better to recruiting new ways to create obstacles for the assassin. It was odd, the Master though sometimes viewing his old teacher with hatred burning as hot as any star, at other times Isaik saw Raveintis as a respected nemesis. Perhaps it was one of those ways the Master had shed his arrogance… “Yes my master, the eve of Raveintis’s fall shall come…” Rekkagg growled, he was ready for a better revenge, a revenge on his most hated enemy…

“Greetings Nameless One I am Yumara.”

Rekkagg locked eyes with the women examining all he could see, her gestures towards the Master. The sheer fact that he didn’t force her away with horrors unimaginable meant in some way the dark Master had rather liked this new minion… To Rekkagg she looked mostly elf like, but the orc was clever enough to recognize something more in her…

“Yes… Goto the Artificer… There you will find your two new disciples and be enhanced enough for this new body…” Isaik hissed, “You can thank Skalaz’s newest creation for capturing this body…” Isaik hissed, “It matters not though, head to the Artificer…”

Rekkagg nodded, this pitiful body would need enhancements if it was to fight such foes and survive… Though a small thought appeared in his head, a fledgling memory from the original orc… This body was marked with secret runes for speaking to or raising the dead… It gave Rekkagg the most darkest of vile ideas, he could cure this bodies mortality by himself…

Rekkagg bowed low before seeing his way out, the Orc had to make his way towards the Artificer for some needed increases in power… Heading out the door of the prison like area and down a twisting hall, the Orc stopped… Skalaz might be the one to enhance him, but Rekkagg still preceded to control one aspect of his body… balling his fists tight and shedding his chest armor the orc focused his dark magic awakening the hidden runes… Normally they might call a ancestor back from the grave, help speak to some elemental or even raise the dead, but now Rekkagg was gonna do something much different… Pulling forth a small dagger, the Orc took it in his right hand before truly pushing himself. Rekkagg had just been reborn as such all his power was not quite available to him yet, but with effort he pushed more power to the runes carved all over his body…

Rekkagg roared as he felt the power coursing through him, great trails of void and necromancy, a beautiful combination that made the Shadowmoon orcs known for their necrolyte talent, before the orc plunged the dagger deep into his own heart! Rekkagg stood their breathing heavy as his heart slowed its beating, his life blood ebbing up at the hilt of his blade… To most this might send them into unconsciousness, but Rekkagg enjoyed the pain… The orc kept a grim smile as his heart slowed before nearing the end, but as the heart beat its last, the necromancy coursing through Rekkagg’s body responded forcing the heart to continue! Rekkagg was no longer mortal or in any sense of the word living, but neither was he dead… The orc yanked the dagger from his chest, the wound sealing up behind it, before Rekkagg replaced the dagger on his belt, he would see the Artificer now…

[Skalaz-emerald-dream]

“Remind me not to tell the juggernaut about his reaver then…”

Skalaz wove his hand absentmindedly, like a brushing movement, “No reason to tell the juggernaut, he is already working to make a bigger reaver…” Skalaz said, the goblin thought back to the lab he had on Azeroth. His mindless drudges, alchemically created slaves that after a few major alterations were related to hobgoblins… Though at the moment what race they were most related to now was something of a mystery, they had so much implanted into them. Back in his own system of caves, the drudges worked to gather materials and arrange them into a master alchemic arcane circle, the weaponized abilities of this new reaver would far outmatch the last…

“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.”

Skalaz glanced over at Izzabelle, “More than death, Obliteration, Raveintis no doubt has a soul stone or two stashed somewhere. You are being trained to completely eliminate the target.” Skalaz said, Raveintis May have been old but it gave him experience and time to prepare.

“I’m prepared to except nearly all the help I can get.”

Skalaz was busy preparing more of the circle, with a subtle snap he moved another cage into the outter ring of the alchemic circle. Glancing at the women he wondered to say what he knew of the others of Isaik’s creations…

“Wait I’m gonna be part spider now?!! I won’t grow any horrid side effects will I?”

“If done by a amateur, the chances of horrid side effects are outrageous, you might turn to look something like the Fal’dorei.” Skalaz said creating a arcane hologram image of a horrid spider elf, a fal’dorei. “With my expertise however I should be able to strip down the ingredients desired to enhance you without altering your physical appearance to much.” Skalaz said, this was child’s play, what was truly hard was creating a entirely new species or alchemic chimera that were both apex predators but subservient to commands.

“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.”

Skalaz nodded pulling a third cage into the last spot in the outter circle of the alchemic ring. “We are taking base organs and dna, how they are effected before shouldn’t matter too much… However I might recommend that if your connection ever feels weak to be in another’s presence for the same 24 hour period the spiders would need.” Skalaz said he was nearly ready to proceed.

“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.”

Skalaz turned to the two spiderlings before speaking, “This isn’t a peaceful or safe process, the spiderlings will not survive, but with luck we only need to sacrifice these two…” Skalaz said, he turned back towards his alchemic circle before tapping his staff on the ground illuminating each cage… In the first was obvious, the fire scorpion, it hissed in anger before letting out a small blast of fire. The next cage illuminated to show a rather large nerubian, the insect like creature screeched before raking the metal bars that contained it…”release me surface dwellers!” Lastly the third cage illuminated to reveal a silithud reaver, that hissed before slamming against the cage.

Skalaz made a gesture to the circle, “These should be a nice strong prime mix of creatures to enhance you all nicely…” Skalaz exclaimed before with a final move the Artificer slammed his staff down hard activating the transmutation… The spell circle groaned to life, sparks of arcane energy whirled out as the circle reacted to the ingredients with its rings and the destination point in the center. With a flash of purple light the screeching creatures were dematerailized into base components before being inturn infused into Izzabelle…

The great fire scorpion would serve to allow Izzabelle the choice to lower her metabolism, it’s great fire and chitin body used to enforce Izzabelle’s bones and resistance to the flame… The silithid reaver, one of the bugs of the great silithus swarms would serve to further connect Izzabelle to her own spiders and when Sericon was up to him. The insects body of chitin and flesh would be used to improve the adaptive potential of the elvish women. Finally the nerubian would serve to further her connection to her spiders and her ability to socialize would not be affected… What Izzabelle might not have known was that this wasn’t just a simple three input alchemic arcane transmutation circle, the circle also infused into the women other ingredients and materials, beneath the circle was more chambers in this case this one was filled with blood elf slaves… The blood elves under the circle would act to ensure that after all the transmutation was complete Izzabelle would still retain a mostly blood elf figure… With a crack the transmutation finished, around the circle embedded into the ground capsules burst forth now empty of their contents, simple mixtures Skalaz designed for the enhancing the body with carbon, calcium, iron, and other elements that one might consider mundane.

Skalaz waited for the smoke to clear to behold Izzabelle, he would need to see if adjustments had to be made. After which the goblin would need to check the blood elf stock and see how many were dematerialized and refill the capsules…

[Jakk-gurubashi]

“I think you might be mistaken the smell, for your own abominable stench. After all That wouldn’t expect someone who would marry him sister, to care much for hygiene.”

“I would never mistake the smell of vermin and feces! As for my sister?! How dare you say such insults! She married some Gilnean noble! Something you would never get the chance to do!” Jakk barked as he swung his blade, the human grunted as he felt the soul sucking spell over his person.

“As for my vermin they are a step up the evaluationarry latter compared to the likes of you.”

Jakk balked at the elvish women’s words, “Thsts why your here witch! You choose the company of pests!” Jakk roared swatting away to knives the women threw.

She adds agony to the drain life, just so she could hear the mans screams as his life was drawn from him.

Jakk glanced back st his own soldiers, “So help me, if one of you doesn’t take care of this wretched spelling I will put you in the cell next to her corpse!!”

As Jakk was turned blocking blades from the stealthy orc and barking at his soldiers he felt the agony of afflictions got his back. The high ranking human growled more, he felt the finest of pricks from the orcs blade no doubt poisoned! “You wretched witch!” Jakk cursed reading his weapon to throw at the women.

With a great flash of purplish blue, the seal activated dampening the hostile spells of any not of alliance flesh! They would still be able to use magic but it’s power would be diminished to a more manageable level to the guards!

“About light damned time Braumer!” Jakk roared pushing towards the voudwalker his sword extended. Woth a heavy slash he cleaved through the shadow void hide of the demon creature… Jakk only became more annoyed as the creature reformed, so Jakk swung again his sword clanging on the voidwalkers bracers and it slide into the demon once more.

The mage would chill this room, he would make it so cold they would freeze these criminals in their tracks so they could lock them up once more! Braumer snapped his fingers bringing a cold chill upon the air to any not of alliance flesh, the icy chill would work up from the ground freezing vermin then demon, finally if he was not stopped it would freeze the invaders!

Finally the freezing came in, the whole reason Jakk even tolerated Braumer at all! The mage had incredible skill in freezing the prison down without harming the alliance! It was what Jakk needed to further his assault on the voidwalker! Jakk kicked the voidwalker hard the ice helping facilitate a better reaction to brute force! Jakk wasn’t dumb, voidwalkers could cause incredible agony on those they fought if they managed to touch bare flesh!

The fel Hunter however isn’t slowed by the icy spell which holds her in place. It whips its long tentacle like appendages out before it, devouring the icy magic, before leaping at the Mage.

Jakk despised Braumer, but he loathed Faendrel, he was fel damned not gonna let that witch rip up his mage! Only Jakk could rip up Braumer!! As the felhunter leapt so did Jakk intercepting the demonic creature mid air and slamming it back away from Braumer and the alliance with his shield! The warrior landed hard holding his blade high before stabbing it at the felhunter, with a grunt Jakk missed slightly severing only a front left leg of the beast. His vision was blurred slightly, the human couldn’t tell if it was from the poison or the horrific magic of the vile witch! Jakk pulled his blade back again to impale the damned felhunter when that cursed voidwalker struck Jakk from the back, it’s shadowy claws finding flesh near the back of Jakk’s neck!

The human roared out, his vision cast over by a horrid memory, a effect that voidwalkers could produce! Jakk glanced out his face filled a mild annoyance, he was merely seven years old, this was the day he was denied from joining the Kirin Tor! Before him stood several elves, full of themselves and indulging on wine, the refined creatures glanced back towards Jakk before laughing in a arrogant tone. “You will never be a mage boy, I pulled my strings at Dalaran, you will always be a servant.” The elf sneered. The young Jakk began to speak up in protest, how could they rob him of his destiny? But before a few words left his mouth the elf was standing before the young boy, a wooden staff in hand, with a quick gesture the elf beat the boy hard in the side before taking his staff in both hands and bring in down on the boy again and again! “You are nothing but a servant, a slave, boy!” The elf growled further bearing on the young child! The young Jakk just laid on the ground mostly unresponsive, everything hurt, he hated his master… He hated the elves… Jakk’s hatred plain in his eyes.

Jakk snapped back to reality fury in his eyes before turning his blade upon the voidwalker, he swung! And swung, and swung! It wasn’t even trained, Jakk wasn’t trying to slice through, he was furiously bludgeoning the voidwalker with all his hatred for the elves!

[Varicar-emerald-dream (Varicar)]

Varicar conjured another blast of chi, it seemed the stream of guards were endless! As long as their commanders were present the alliance guards would continue to stream into the stockades, it was also unfortunate that no matter how hard Varicar fought, he could only kill so many guards at one time! Any guards left alive or wounded were being quickly evacuated. It didn’t take much for Varicar to determine that they needed to escape faster, the longer this took the more likely the alliance were to send bigger name commanders and direct more effort to finding out what this was…

Varicar pulled back conjuring a ball of fel chi before crushing it into the ground and showering his allies with healing mists to further their assault and escape. The monk watched as Jakk seemed to bring his whole focus on Faendrel, every time Faendrel tried to assault the mage, Jakk would intercept… That just left Braumer… Normally Varicar might be impeded by the icy blasts of Braumer, but with his person covered in the flesh and blood of the alliance his spells but the homunculi less.

Just as Jakk leapt into the fold to fight Faendrel, Varicar leapt towards the air before coming down hard in the middle of the alliance soldiers sending several guards crashing hard to the sides… The monk whirled his hands in zen gestures conjuring a version of a chi barrier, those outside his barrier would be unable to enter, and only Braumer was locked inside with him…

“You should have fled…” Varicar growled lunging forward, his fist glancing off a icy barrier conjured up by the mage. Varicar growled following his attack with a kick, causing the icy barrier to crack in several locations! The monk fully pressed his attack, before a whirling blast of freezing wind washed over Varicar! The monk hissed as the icy blast frosted over his body slowing him down considerably, Varicar did not take the attack with dread, only tilting his head like a robot learning to fight its opponent!

Braumer blinked away to the edge of the chi barrier before turning to face Varicar again… It was only mere moments the monk shattered the icy frost covering his body before rolling with speed back towards Braumer, the monk held in his hands chunks of ice which he used to bludgeon the mages icy shield! Varicar cracked the ice chunks on the shield once more before breaking through, with a sharp jab the monk impacted his upper arm into the mages left leg shattering bones in the lower leg…

[Salkeen-emerald-dream (Salkeen)]

“Not that, that annoyance has been temporarily silenced Lord Salkeen, I believe you were saying something about the beast pens.” Jericha fel eye takes on a more sinister look as her lips curl upward. “Part of me is tempted to free Suzuna’s soul and send it back to her body. Waking up while being eaten alive, would be a new experience, at least for her.”

Salkeen folded his arms listening to Jericha speak, he had his own ideas about how to deal with Suzuna, the demon lord also considered greatly how Jericha had treated Lhashira. The void elf women seemed to loath the women stronger than most minions, the sheer hatred only fueled Salkeen’s humor more…

“Still Suzuna belongs to you Lord Salkeen, so I will defer to your decision on when and where I should release her soul.”

“You are quite right my dear, Suzuna is mine to own and control…” Salkeen said tapping a claw on his metal sword… “Let is see the strength of Suzuna some more shall we? I am sure the whelp can claw her way from the feeding pits of felhunters… And if she can’t…” Salkeen paused locking eyes on Jericha before simply stopping his next words, with a dark grin.

Salkeen watched as Jericha continued to turn her dark desires and attention back to Lhashira… It brought Salkeen dark joy to watch his Jericha further play with her toy, that’s what Lhashira was right now, a toy to do whatever Jericha wished… The void witch had such a way with her torture, that made Salkeen enjoy watching every piece… Salkeen couldn’t have enjoyed it more as he saw Lhashira wishing, pleading, longing to lash out at Jericha in revenge, it would’ve been a futile endeavor, even in her weakened state Jericha could destroy the wind demon…

“Lord Salkeen does not require your opinion or that of your poor tortured pathetic brother. When it comes to what he chooses to do with me, or any of his minions. You will find your time with us more pleasant if you remember this.”

Lord Salkeen moved towards his command throne now that Jericha had been able to rise… Jericha was quite right, the demon lord didn’t need opinions he was the commander he made the demands! Salkeen didn’t even know where that mangled version of her brother even was… Nor at the moment did he particularly care…

“would you please remove the trash.” As she speaks she kicks Lhashira, they move forward and grab hold of her, looking to Lord Salkeen for conformation. “Should we toss it into the incinerator, or one of the Soul furnaces My Lord?”

Salkeen gave a dark cruel laugh, “Throw her into the feeding pits, if she manages to claw her way out…” Salkeen paused looking at Jericha as she wrapped her arms around him. “She will be ready for more of your fun games my dear…” Salkeen hissed as he watched the lower demons drag Lhashira away and out of the command center… Salkeen wondered which demoness would escape first…

She takes control of one of the holographic engines and creates an image of herself, one that she can speak through using this technology. The image shimmers and appears on the holopad, It kneels respectfully to Lord Salkeen. ”Lord Salkeen, Your minion wishes to ask something of you.”

Now this was a new trick, Salkeen thought he sensed Ahcirej nearby, the felhunter had informed him it smelled something… “Speak, what is it you ask of me?” Salkeen growled, it was about time Ahcirej came back to them…

It wasn’t a second after Salkeen demanded that Ahcirej speak that they had reached their destination! If they had been on a planet the atmospheric boom would sound off they arrived, but in the depths of space the ship’s arrival made no such noise… Azeroth hung in the sky as well as her moons far from reach, one would never get to the planet without such a vessel they rode right now… The Ignis’Avim, appeared next to a large fel metal fortress, a wondrous sight to behold. The massive structure appeared to be constructed from several legion ships and stood in space like a great shard of fel steel… “Welcome to our home on Azeroth…” Salkeen hissed as the Ignis’Avim approached the great structure slowly before coming in slowly and docking next to the structure…

[Rickthenoble-ravenholdt]

Sir Righteous Rick, waits for the wretched dog of the horde to attack. He would show his brother n law that he Sir Righteous Rick deserved to be noticed and given the rank he so Righteously deserved. He Sir Righteous Rick would quell this foolishness of an rebellion, and be considered a hero. Sir Righteous Rick the grand champion, savior of Stormwind. “cometh anon did retch blinking idiot, doest the m’re presence of mine own magnificence has’t thee unable to lift thy weapon.” Sir Righteous Rick asks of the foul Death Knight waiting for the wretched thing to make its move. “feareth not then f’r i sir righteous rick, shall maketh c’rtain to endeth thy disgusting life p’rmanently this timeth.” Sir Righteous Rick continues taunting the foul thing into attacking his most wondrous person. Still he Sir Righteous Rick finds himself unsurprised that even the foul undead are overcome with awe at his mere presence. It was both a blessing and a curse to be this magnificent.

Looking down the hall he sees the battle taking place not far from him, casting repentance on the retched Death Knight, he turns and rushes down the hall. Casting consecrated hammer he strikes the undead beast who is ravenously eating away at a dead female guard. His head explodes like an overripe melon sending rotting maggot infested brains flying everywhere. The loathsome creature responsible for the guards deaths suddenly drops to her knees. He Sir Righteous Rick, takes advantage and catches the rabid dog beneath the chin. As she hits the floor, he strikes her with a blade of Justice pinning her two the ground. Now he Sir Righteous Rick, didn’t really believe in harming women, however this thing was a diseased animal, one that needed put down. “Feareth not did retch wench, f’r i righteous rick, shall putteth thee backeth in thy cage, wh’re disgusting dogs liketh yourself belongeth.” Sir Righteous Rick states knowing that his brother-n-law would want the pleasure of dealing with this wretches cur. He Sir Righteous Rick shatters her wrist and casts consecrated ground to prevent her from fleeing. The way she screamed was like music to his ears, he’s about to silence her when the guards near him explode, the exposed flesh on his face and arms, are shredded by slivers of bone, as the corruption spreads to him.

[Faendrel-draka]

Faendrel curses as she watches the wretched captain hack away at her voidwalker like a man possessed. Hissing she drains the life of the guard closest to her, funneling the health into her demon. Even then she could see that it was loosing the battle, she was weakened do to that disgusting Mage. She ducks down, bringing her staff up to shield just as another of the guards rushes her. His shield strikes with enough force to snap her arm like old dry wood. The jagged ends of the bones rip through muscle and flesh, jutting out through her skin. The blood that flows from the wound smell extremely foul, it’s loaded with little maggots, and emits a putrid gas. The guard starts choking on the fumes, grabbing at his throat, as bloody foam pours from his mouth. Faendrel grabs a hand full of her tainted blood and throws it at the guard, striking his face and the backers of his hands. The tiny worms start to burrow into his flesh, the guard screams clawing at his face ripping away chunks of rotting meat. He falls to the floor, body twitching madly before becoming still.

He pushes himself back to his feet, when he lifts his head, most of the flesh and muscles, on both his face and hands, are rotted away, there’s no comprehension in his eyes just madness. The young female guard near him screams in rage, and loss, as she tries cast cure disease on the man beside her. She watches in horror as the spell does nothing, and punches her staff out catching the disease ridden witch in the face. Smiling at the sound of the satisfying crunch that her nose makes as it is pushed into her face. She pulls back screaming and goes to strike. “That was my husband you foul evil loathsome little witch.” She slams the staff home a second time caving Faendrel face in a little more. She goes to swing a third time when she is struck in the back by a shield slamming into it hard enough to snap her spine. She drops to the ground as the bone shatters, her staff clattering across the floor. The cursed guard kicks her onto her back, and lifts his sword. “Please, please it’s me, don’t you know who I am please remem…” her words become a howl of agony as the twisted undead, sweeps his blade down, slicing her open from her belly to her ribs, bloods sprays from the wound splattering across Faendrel, just as the cursed dead, drops and starts pulling the insides out of the shrieking female. After what seems like a life time of agony her eyes glaze over in death, the sound of a pig scarfing down its meal can be heard coming from the guard.

When the blood splatters over her Faendrel feels a small amount of power coming back to her. She turns her attention swiftly to the monk who had joined the fight minutes earlier. He was covered in the blood and guts of the wretched alliance fools, unhindered by the dampening spell. That’s when it clicks, if drenched in the blood and guts of the alliance, the dampening spell wouldn’t work. Reaching over she grabs a hand full of bloodied half eaten intestines and rubs them on her face, neck and chest. When she casts her next drain life it is closer to it full power, her face and arm, make crunching sounds as the pop back into place. She sew seeds of corruption into two nearby guards, and sends her undead pet after another. She casts phantom singularity above one of the guards in the center of a small group. Followed by corruption, and agony, she is about to cast unstable affliction, when her void walker is sent back into the nether. The physical and psychological pain of the bond being ripped away drops her to her knees. Pushing herself up a plate Incase boot catches her beneath the chin sending her onto her back. A light blessed blade drives down through her shoulder pinning her like a bug to the ground. Her plagues Blood sizzles as the lights blessing cures it. Faendrel shrieks her body twisting about madly. The man brings his foot down shattering her wrist, causing Faendrel’s screams to become even louder. She looks up at the one foolish enough to assault her and is blinded by the golden light coming off of his armor. “Feareth not did retch wench, f’r i righteous rick, shall putteth thee backeth in thy cage, wh’re disgusting dogs liketh yourself belongeth.” He says as he casts consecrated ground on the floor she is pinned too, the smell of burning flesh fills the room, with its stench, as Faendrel’s screams rise in crescendo. The phantom singularity funnels much needed life into her, just as the two guards afflicted with her corrupted seeds explode showering her and the Paladin with blood and guts. She only needs a few more seconds.

[Izzabelle-draka (Izzabelle)]

Skalaz turned to the two spiderlings before speaking, “This isn’t a peaceful or safe process, the spiderlings will not survive, but with luck we only need to sacrifice these two…” Skalaz said,

It suddenly occurred to Izzabelle, that the Artificer had no idea how they symbiotic relationship with her spiders actually worked. “I don’t believe that I was clear on the symbiont relationship between the arachnids and myself. First once dead there will be no ingredients in which to work with, every particle of their existence is destroyed, shortly after death.” Izzabelle states as she turns to look over atvSericon and the two fel, plague spiders resting on the palm of his hand. “Second the symbiotic connection is only there while they live. So unless you can somehow find a way to bind the spiders living and whole to Sericon. Then I’m afraid that a stronger symbiotic connection using them might be impossible.” Izzabelle finishes as she heads towards the center alchemic circle.

She cannot see what is in the other two cages, but knows that a firelands scorpion resides in one of the three cages. She wonders how this will effect her, the injections given to her by the Gnome had a much more subtle effect. Izzabelle was a little uncertain as to how the Goblin Skalaz planned on enhancing her, but was more than willing to let him try. She stood their waiting unknowing of what she truly was, and the dreadful curse that had laid claim to every aspect of her existence. As she waits the occupants of the other two cages are revealed. One a Nerubian that seams beyond furious, the other a silithid. Izzabelle wonders if her spiderlings will be able to take on these forms once they become a part of her. She does not realize that they already are a part of her, along with thousands of others.

The spell circle groaned to life, sparks of arcane energy whirled out as the circle reacted to the ingredients with its rings and the destination point in the center. With a flash of purple light the screeching creatures were dematerailized into base components before being inturn infused into Izzabelle…

At first Izzabelle felt nothing, then she screamed, it felt like she was being torn apart, like the flesh was being shorn from her muscles, the muscles ripped from her bones. The marrow within the bones set on fire, the agonizing pressure causing them to explode. Her blood felt like it was boiling, her circulatory system burning and melting away. Her nervous system send jolts of unending agony throughout her intire body. Without warning the large gaps in her memory suddenly become larger as more memories start to vanish. Parts of her body start to crumble out of existence as the spell work on her overcompensate trying to adjust to what is being added. As it tries to coalesce both the recently added ingredients and Izzabelle herself are being destroyed by the wretched curse. Her body is rapidly changing forms as the curse of oblivion tries to claim her. She takes on thousands of forms so quickly that she seems nothing but a blur. Izzabelle can feel everything coming to a devastating crescendo when suddenly she feels a soothing presence in her mind then nothing.

Skalaz waited for the smoke to clear to behold Izzabelle, he would need to see if adjustments had to be made.

The first thing Skalaz will notice would be, Izzabelle is no longer within the circle of alchemy. The second would be the man surrounded in hourglasses, clocks and other devices stands off to the side holding the unconscious wreck of the girl in his arms. Skalaz can see that’s she and the alchemic changes to her body have been frozen in time. The man seems beyond furious, at himself as well as both the Goblin and Sericon. Orion wants to lash out at them, but knows that neither could have foreseen this. Still one should get to know their subjects better before just doing as they pleased. He looks at the Goblin as he walks towards the door of his lab, Izzabelle still in his arms. “I have no desire to remain here while I attempt to fix this grievous error.” He says, tempted to remove Izzabelle from the vessel entirely, he would have more power to work on her in his own realm. Still the Artificer and Izzabelle’s bonded would need some form of explanation before he left with her.

He shifts her in his arms so her head is resting on his shoulder. “There’s more to Izzabelle than one can see when they look upon her. However at this point none of that matters, what matters is that she was nearly destroyed moments ago.” Orion explains as he stops and turns towards them. “Izzabelle is cursed, by the most dreadful of Magic’s ever created. It effects every aspect of her existence, her physical, spiritual, intellectual, magical, etc… there’s not a part of her that isn’t effected by this dreadful curse of complete oblivion.” Orion continues to say walking towards Sericon, sensing that Izzabelle seemed to be a bit stronger when closer to him. “This curse will remain a part of her until it completes its job. To prevent that I keep her body and soul, locked in time, as well as her mind for the most part. Although the mind is a bit more tricky. As old memories must continuously be sacrificed to make way for newer ones.” Orion states stopping before Izzabelle’s chosen, before turning to the Artificer. “For the alchemic enhancement to work on Izzabelle I must first allow time to start working on her body, while it becomes a part of her. Once it becomes a part of her, I must use my time magic to freeze the curse that will seek to obliterate it from existence. Without my time time magic freezing the curse those that were killed in your attempt to enhance her, would be wasted. As of now Izzabelle is completely frozen in time. It will take some time to fix everything without destroying to much of her in the process.” Orion states before turning his timeless gaze onto Sericon. “This champion of Izzabelle is where you can help. It would seem Izzabelle draws strength from the bond between the two of you.”

[Sericon-emerald-dream]

“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.

Sericon put his hands on the hilts of his swords before nodding, “No doubt, trained to fight even beyond death. But I would hardly let you lose.” Sericon stated, he stepped closer to Izzabelle as well.

“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.”

Sericon glanced Izzabelle up and down before responding. “Those don’t seem too bad.” The void elf remarked, to him Izzabelle was still beautiful.

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.

Sericon watched as Izzabelle went to be changed, enhanced… A few words did stick out to the void elf… Izzabelle was somehow the masters creation, did the master know? If it was so complex of a creature to examine for Skalaz why would he work on Izzabelle, and most importantly would the enhancing even work on her??

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.

Sericon held the spiders close and safely, he wasn’t sure what was about to happen…

“No reason to tell the juggernaut, he is already working to make a bigger reaver…”

Sericon stopped and thought hard, he heard of the terrible and powerful abilities of the last great reaver. If a bigger one was being constructed, just how powerful would they make it? Would this new reaver be the equivalent of a legion Capital ship patrolling a area? How were they even going to transport such a thing?!

“More than death, Obliteration, Raveintis no doubt has a soul stone or two stashed somewhere. You are being trained to completely eliminate the target.”

“Does this mean we will likely have to kill the warlock multiple times or find any hidden soul stones first?” Sericon asked with purpose, if they were gonna handle the job they were gonna do it right! The sooner they completed their task the better, then the dark master would succeed and things would be better. Sericon was eager to get stronger, strong enough to fight a being that caused the master to feel fear… Sericon did start to wonder why the master hadn’t just trained Lord Salkeen in this way, surely he could? Why was it specifically him and Izzabelle again?

“If done by a amateur, the chances of horrid side effects are outrageous, you might turn to look something like the Fal’dorei.” Skalaz said creating a arcane hologram image of a horrid spider elf, a fal’dorei. “With my expertise however I should be able to strip down the ingredients desired to enhance you without altering your physical appearance to much.”

Sericon nodded taking in the information, “If it can alter appearances, I do need a new hair cut…” The elf muttered, his mind grasping back at other things to distract himself from the task ahead…

“We are taking base organs and dna, how they are effected before shouldn’t matter too much… However I might recommend that if your connection ever feels weak to be in another’s presence for the same 24 hour period the spiders would need.”

Sericon tilted his head, perhaps Skalaz was mistaken or didn’t hear them, the elf was pretty sure that Izzabelle said the spiders would cease to exist if they died… That might have meant the spiders were a form of magic? Sericon shrugged as long as they were part of Izzabelle’s he would care for them.

“This isn’t a peaceful or safe process, the spiderlings will not survive, but with luck we only need to sacrifice these two…”

Sericon understood what he had to do! Right when the Artificer turned his attention back to the alchemic circle, Sericon stashed the spiders in his armor. Sericon then merely had to pretend that he had misplaced them! Such small spiders were likely to get lost anyway!

In the first was obvious, the fire scorpion, it hissed in anger before letting out a small blast of fire. The next cage illuminated to show a rather large nerubian, the insect like creature screeched before raking the metal bars that contained it…”release me surface dwellers!” Lastly the third cage illuminated to reveal a silithud reaver, that hissed before slamming against the cage.

What a mix of creatures, how would they mix into Izzabelle exactly how would they effect her? Sericon didn’t seem to sure, however he wasn’t one to doubt the skill and experience of the Artificer…

It wasn’t long before the circle groaned to life Skalaz now ready to go forward with his enhancements!!

At first Izzabelle felt nothing, then she screamed, it felt like she was being torn apart, like the flesh was being shorn from her muscles, the muscles ripped from her bones. The marrow within the bones set on fire, the agonizing pressure causing them to explode. Her blood felt like it was boiling, her circulatory system burning and melting away. Her nervous system send jolts of unending agony throughout her intire body.

Sericon dropped slightly he felt Izzabelle’s pain as real as she did, the elf was not looking forward to dealing with the enhancing himself… But something didn’t seem right, the spell looked like it was doing as intended, but Izzabelle’s body was responding differently!

Sericon then felt something else a emptiness trying to expand and Izzabelle subconsciously fighting it. Sericon dropped more as he still felt Izzabelle’s pain before it stopped, Sericon glanced up to see Orion holding onto Izzabelle…

“I have no desire to remain here while I attempt to fix this grievous error.”

Sericon pushed himself up, if Izzabelle was leaving so would he, Sericon had no desire to be away from the women who was so fragile still.

“There’s more to Izzabelle than one can see when they look upon her. However at this point none of that matters, what matters is that she was nearly destroyed moments ago.”

Sericon knew he felt something wrong, just as Sericon had seem Izzabelle did her body of toxins or reverse damage, her very body saw the alchemic enhancements as attacks and fought to stop it. The warrior moved over towards Orion and more importantly Izzabelle.

“Izzabelle is cursed, by the most dreadful of Magic’s ever created. It effects every aspect of her existence, her physical, spiritual, intellectual, magical, etc… there’s not a part of her that isn’t effected by this dreadful curse of complete oblivion.”

Sericon didn’t know what to say, the realization that he might one day never see Izzabelle again, it was enough despair that most men might just give in… Sericon was not like most men, Sericon was a fighter… Sericon looked up straight at Orion, a defiant look on his face, “I will not let some curse win… Everything can be beaten…” Sericon growled, “That is the legion’s way, we have beaten untold planets, and we have even found a way to beat the void lords themselves! Sargeras may be gone but has the legion given in? Never!” Sericon said his words his bond, he would never let a curse take Izzabelle from him.

“This champion of Izzabelle is where you can help. It would seem Izzabelle draws strength from the bond between the two of you.”

Sericon stood next to Orion, he nearly took her from the timeless being himself but managed to restrain himself… “Where ever she goes I’ll be going…”

[Suzuna-dalaran]

Suzuna is in the midst of doing the last of the healing on Jericha’s mind, when the Void Witch vanishes from her mindscape, leaving Suzuna to finish up the healing on her own. She sighs, as she closes up the last of the large wounds caused by the void devastation that tore through Jericha earlier. Why did I stay by her side, why do I choose to help her, after everything that she has done to me.? Suzuna asks herself as she watches the tear, stitch itself back together. Her loyalty had earned her nothing but pain and suffering. What was the sense in being loyal, if it only meant that you would be forced to suffer under those that controlled you. Still she wanted to believe that Jericha wasn’t some heartless witch, that Lord Salkeen didn’t just torture loyal minions for the joy of watching them suffer. She was about to discover that she was gravely mistaken.

She is watching the last of the void corruption ebb away, when she feels a tugging sensation at her center. She pauses in her work reaching down she places her hand on her abdomen. She feels it a second time, stronger than the first, it isn’t a pain, just an uncomfortable pressure. Then she feels like she has been turned inside our and ripped through a hole the size of the gold coin. When she opens her eyes all she feels is pain, horrendous, horrific, body spasming agony. She looks around she is in a pit surrounded by felbeasts, felstalkers, and some felhounds, and she is being devoured by them. She screams and kicks away a felbeast that is chewing at the bloody stump of one of her legs. Her cloven hoof strikes it hard in the head, caving in one side of it. It is sent flying backward into a pack of three approaching felstalkers. It’s lifeless body strikes them knocking them back a little, before the three rip into it. Sharp fangs tear away strips of flesh and muscle. The sickening crunch of bones being crushed, and ground between powerful jaws fills Suzuna’s ears. She looks down and pukes up anything left in her stomach. Her abdomen or what was once her abdomen is ripped wide open her guts are spilled out across the floor. Two felbeasts look up at her and snarl, their faces covered in her blood, and gory bits of her digestive system. The two beasts snap at one another as they grab at the same long mangled piece of intestine. She screams magnifying all the horror she is feeling as she does so. The beasts around her scatter in all directions running as though death was right behind them.

Erecting a barrier around herself, Suzuna sobs as she gather what is left of her digestive organs and painfully pushes them back into the ruins of her belly. She then casts shadowmend, sighing in relief as the massive would begins to close. She looks around her at the felstalkers, and beasts, that prowl just outside of her shield waiting to strike, the moment it fails. She looks around she is in a large pit, filled with felbeasts and the bodies of hundreds of dead creatures. Most of them more than partially eaten. The walls of the pit are at least twentyfive feet high, looking up she sees a few gan’arg looking over the edge down into the pit at her. One of them lets out a obnoxious laugh. “Hey boss it looks like we got ourselves a live one down there.” It shouts through it insidious laughter. The room shakes slightly as the boss a large Mo’arg lumbers towards the pits edge and looks down into it. It’s horrific deep laughter joins the gan’args as the watch the demoness in the feeding pit below. Soon more demons can be seen gathering near the edge. Gan’arg, Wyrmtongue, imps some Felguards, etc. Suzuna can her their awful laughter, but cannot make out what they are saying. She looks around the walls about 12 feet above her are covered in vines, if she could reach them she could pull herself up out.

She looks down at the bloodied stump where her right leg once was, and weeps. She pulls her one good leg beneath her, the split second her shield drops she kicks off the floor. A felstalker leaps at her its sharp fangs sinking into the flesh on the back of her thigh, tearing off a rather large chunk of demonic hide and muscle. As it land on the ground with its prize, a pair of felbeasts rips pieces of it from the felstalkers mouth. Suzuna’s left hand closes over one of the low dangling vines and she starts to pull herself up. Reaching with her right she grabs another vine. Felbeasts jump up snapping at her feet and legs. She had managed to pull herself up about Four feet when she feels a chill fill her body followed by a feeling of pain and weakness. The twists one of her hands up in the vines and looks down. There wrapping around her waist, and one of her legs is the long tentacles of a felhound. The large leaf like appendages at the ends are stuck to her flesh. The tiny barbs sunk in sucking away at her magic. Soon the win hits and she is howling in agony, she reaches for her dagger and starts hacking away wildly at the foul magic eating beasts tentacles. She screams out in complete rage her mind nearly broken, moments later the draining stops, looking down she sees the fel hound screeching the ruins of its vine like appendages flopping about uselessly.

Suzuna untangle her hand and starts pulling herself back up little by little. Stopping to catch her breath she looks up the ledge s only about four feet above her. She can taste freedom from that horrific hell beneath her. She hears the sound of approaching footsteps and that of a body being dragged closer. “Another for the beast pits.” She hears just as a body is tossed over the side. Suzuna looks up just in time for the body to strike her, knocking her from the wall. The two fall the twenty feet back into the feeding pit. She strikes the fel steel floor hard, shattering her left shoulder, broken shards of bones, pierce her body in dozens of places. The wretched looking thing beside her whole right arm has been crushed beneath her. One side of her nightmarish face now looks like a pincushion, bone splinters sticking out everywhere. The felbeasts swarm them like ants, Suzuna swiftly brings up a barrier around herself and watches as the other demoness vanishes beneath them.

[Skalaz-emerald-dream]

“Does this mean we will likely have to kill the warlock multiple times or find any hidden soul stones first?”

Skalaz pondered for a good moment, he had been filled in with the details of the elves going out to face Raveintis but the how had not been included. It seemed that either the Master himself would inform them or perhaps it was they who got to decide what to pursue first… “Unfortunately I do not have a answer for you pal… I was not informed.” Skalaz stated, he didn’t want to give them a command one way or the other only to contradict the master.

“I don’t believe that I was clear on the symbiont relationship between the arachnids and myself. First once dead there will be no ingredients in which to work with, every particle of their existence is destroyed, shortly after death.”

Contrary to what everyone thought the Artificer was listening. Skalaz considered his options, a symbiotic bond using spawn of one of the elves would have been easier, but he guessed he could figure a different way around it… It was exactly the reason Skalaz had made sure to input silithid, the hive minded insect had a natural none magical form of communication, it would be much more difficult to disrupt that style of mental link.

At first Izzabelle felt nothing, then she screamed, it felt like she was being torn apart, like the flesh was being shorn from her muscles, the muscles ripped from her bones. The marrow within the bones set on fire, the agonizing pressure causing them to explode. Her blood felt like it was boiling, her circulatory system burning and melting away. Her nervous system send jolts of unending agony throughout her intire body.

Skalaz could feel every bit of his magic at work, Izzabelle screaming in the distance only meant it was doing its job. Recreating a body and enhancing it to be overall stronger meant the older one had to be stripped apart layer by layer as the materials and magic used to enhance the body were implanted. It was a pain process, but the benefits far outweighed the temporary agony, even if it was usually considered the most painful experience for someone in their lives… At first everything seemed to be going fine until… Izzabelle’s body started reacting… wrong…

Without warning the large gaps in her memory suddenly become larger as more memories start to vanish. Parts of her body start to crumble out of existence as the spell work on her overcompensate trying to adjust to what is being added.

Rapid dematerialization of the body? Skalaz could feel aspects of his subjects body fall apart, normally such a thing only occurred from arrogant and stupid alchemists who demanded a high reward for minimal exchange… The goblin wolves his other hand in the air trying to see if he couldn’t stabilize whatever the effect was with his arcane magic…

She takes on thousands of forms so quickly that she seems nothing but a blur.

Now this was the interesting part, Skalaz could feel the change and components of each individual form, they lasted milliseconds but the goblin could still tell, this Izzabelle was even more complex then originally thought. At first she seemed like a created human, a highly advanced homunculi with the magic ability to change some forms… This was different, she was much more like Skalaz’s most recent creation, a chimera homunculi hybrid… At the last second of his examinations and Skalaz himself taking the spell to a roaring halt he felt Izzabelle leave the circle.

The second would be the man surrounded in hourglasses, clocks and other devices stands off to the side holding the unconscious wreck of the girl in his arms. Skalaz can see that’s she and the alchemic changes to her body have been frozen in time. The man seems beyond furious, at himself as well as both the Goblin and Sericon.

Holding his patient on the side of the circle was a very furious looking time elf. Skalaz immediately dropped into a combat pose, before putting a single finger up as he summoned a stack of papers made from arcane… Studying them for a the goblin relaxed… “Orion is it?” Skalaz chirped.

“I have no desire to remain here while I attempt to fix this grievous error.”

Skalaz heard the man out but decided he wasn’t entirely happy with the answer. “I might suggest you stay here, as it was my work that resulted in this, it might be necessary that I remain to help my patient.” Skalaz implored, he snapped his fingers causing one of the nearby walls to push back and expand into a fully new space for which Orion could work.

“There’s more to Izzabelle than one can see when they look upon her. However at this point none of that matters, what matters is that she was nearly destroyed moments ago.”

Skalaz totally understood this now in every way, he had seen Izzabelle do countless things in her few tortured seconds in the circle. But like a good mystery, Izzabelle was not one to easily figure out, Skalaz had a hunch even Orion didn’t know her whole potential…

Izzabelle is cursed, by the most dreadful of Magic’s ever created. It effects every aspect of her existence, her physical, spiritual, intellectual, magical, etc… there’s not a part of her that isn’t effected by this dreadful curse of complete oblivion.” Orion continues to say walking towards Sericon, sensing that Izzabelle seemed to be a bit stronger when closer to him. “This curse will remain a part of her until it completes its job. To prevent that I keep her body and soul, locked in time, as well as her mind for the most part. Although the mind is a bit more tricky. As old memories must continuously be sacrificed to make way for newer ones.”

Skalaz considered the options, he had very little information on the oblivion curse, something he learned from the master… However the master for whatever reason shared very little with him on the subject… If Izzabelle has such a thing it complicated everything severely…

“For the alchemic enhancement to work on Izzabelle I must first allow time to start working on her body, while it becomes a part of her. Once it becomes a part of her, I must use my time magic to freeze the curse that will seek to obliterate it from existence. Without my time time magic freezing the curse those that were killed in your attempt to enhance her, would be wasted. As of now Izzabelle is completely frozen in time. It will take some time to fix everything without destroying to much of her in the process.”

“Now hold up! That might not be necessary, while going through this process one sees many things, she is the most advanced creation I’ve seen in a long time. Her enhancements may not be required, we merely just need to help her tune into the pieces of the correct forms she already has.” Skalaz informed, “It isn’t necessary to implant more species and materials into a individual who already has them.” The goblin continued…

“This champion of Izzabelle is where you can help. It would seem Izzabelle draws strength from the bond between the two of you.”

“Again I implore you work here, we got any materials you need, even some time stuff. Those runes on the walls can be affixed to any place you need them to be for any purpose.” Skalaz said, “The only thing I don’t like is wasting time, Sericon is next, his own enhancements only to serve to further the bond between the two.” Skalaz pointed out, finally the Artificer knew that the last individual was heading towards them, the Nameless One.