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.
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.
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.”