Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

[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.

[Lhashira-ravenholdt]

Lhashira long broken garbled moan as she is leapt upon by dozens of felbeasts and stalkers. Her crumpled up arm is pinned uselessly beneath her, like a twisted branch of a disease ridden tree. She summon her glaives into her hand and swings at a group that is shredding hide and muscle in strips from her back, side and shoulder. Bringing the blade n a upward strike, she removes the head of one of the beasts, and slices deep into two of the others. The two felstalkers howl in pain and leap back, just as felfire bursts forth from Lhashira’s eyes. The creatures writhe about in agony, as they are burnt from existence. The acrid smell of torched demonic flesh adds a disgusting stench to the already putrid odor of decaying flesh, and feces. Lhashira jumps to her feet, taking notice of the demoness fighting beside her, as she smites one of the felbeasts the center of the creatures body becomes a large smoking hole. Two more leap at the Eredar as they do Lhashira fel rushes them slamming into them she sends them fly back, before blurring into a blade dance. Her demonic healing rapidly repairing her arm as she claims the lives of the ravenous felbeasts closest to her. She tries to communicate with the Eredar female, but unintelligible garbling is all that comes out, as her tongue flops about her ruined face.

Three beasts leap onto her, ripping her crushed wings from her back. The tentacles from a felhound lash around her pinning one of her arms to her side before pulling her from her feet. Her face strikes the fel steel floor and her jaw shatters, seconds before it is torn from her hideously deformed face. Silence follows as demonic blood pours down over her chest. She goes into and starts hacking away at everything around her. Mindlessly tearing into everything, blood, flesh, muscles, organs, splatter everywhere. The beasts start backing away snapping at each other and her as they do so. Suzuna brings up a barrier around both herself and the mad demon hunter. She casts a series of shadow mends on the raging half demon, healing her face and body as well as she can, considering the damage wrought to it even before being tossed into this hellish pit. The Demon hunter calm a little and looks over at Suzuna, “if I could… I would kill… Lord Salkeen’s retched little Witch.” She spits out, her voice still breaking up and a bit garbled, but at least she could speak. At this time Suzuna can only nod in agreement, she had helped her heal and this was how she was rewarded. Jericha was sick, her tortured body and mind perhaps were to far gone to be saved. Suzuna herself was left questioning why she cared so much for her.

The two of them stand back to back, dozens of beasts circling them. Every now and then one will become brave and rush in, to be either cut down by a spell, or Lhashira’s weapons. The two work in tandem protecting the other against the attacks they were weaker against. They can hear the demonic spectators above them, grumbling and complaining about the lack of entertainment. The listen to the sound of something heavy being drug across the floor. The Mo’arg from earlier appears at the edge. “Don’t worry boys I got the entertainment factor covered.” With that he hefts a huge bucket from the ground, blood sloshes up over the side. The he empties it down onto the two women in the pit. Fresh blood still warm from the kill, along with raw meaty chunks of muscles, organs, and strips of flesh cover the two of them. The smell sends the beasts into a feeding frenzy, they rush the women who cut down dozens before they are over taken. The Priestess shrieks as her right arm is taken off just below the elbow in one bite, blood spraying everywhere. Another catches rips int her face tearing off an ear, her long tentacles on that side and most of her cheek. Thin bloody strips of flesh clings to muscle dangle from her ruined face. The magic devouring appendages of the felhounds wrap around her, and begin eating away at her magic. The half demoness has her legs taken out from beneath her, as she knocked to the ground. They tear into her meaty thighs, and stomach, scarfing down her insides as they rip them from within her. The two women shrieks are drowned out by the disturbing sounds of bones crunching, flesh, muscles and organs, being ripped apart. The snarling and gulping as the fel monsters scarf down their meals.

Suddenly a massive circular blade rips into the frenzied beasts killing nearly a dozen of them. It’s followed by the screams of about a half dozen Wyrmtongue, and Gan’arg as they find themselves struck by the Mo’arg and tossed into the pits. The imps laugh insidiously, flipping and dancing about as they watch them fall. They strike the bloody bone covered floor, in heaps. The lucky ones die on impact, their necks snapping like twigs. The less lucky ones are quickly torn apart by the hungry crazed beasts, the unlucky ones are being gnawed on as they scream, and shriek. A few brave Gan’arg pull bombs from their belts blowing up both themselves and the frenzied felbeasts.

Meanwhile Lhashira unleashes her fel wind blades throughout the room. Shedding both frenzied fel feeders and demons alike, as she moves closer to the Eredar female who’s eyes glow with the signs of mind control. Lhashira realizes that the female is controlling the mind of the Mo’arg brute. So she will do her part in protecting them both while she works her magic. A moment later a barrier shimmers into life around them once more. This allows for Lhashira to concentrate on regrowing her wings. She keeps an eye on the chaos around her, as more lesser demons are thrown down into to pit. Two Felguards rush the Mo’arg, cleaving one of its arms of with their heavy fel infused blades. The thing roars as it teeters on the edge of the pit. Lhashira sends one of her glaives whipping up at it. It lets out a surprised shout as the tendons behind its knees are severed. It snatches one of The Felguards as it falls backwards into the pit. Just then Suzuna’s barrier drops and Lhashira grabs her, and double jumps. They both land a little from the edge of the pit near the second Felguard. They are Blood covered wrecks, limbs missing, organs spilling from holes ripped into their bodies.

They turn to the sounds of blood curdling screams of pain. Their not far from them are a few of the demons that had come with Nedde when she had attacked. The one screaming out n agonizing pain was being slowly lowered into a vat hooked the another machine. The whirring of the machine and the sound of bone, meat and flesh being pulverized accompany the screams of pain and terror. Bloodied chunks of meat come out a large tube on the other side pouring into a familiar looking bucket. From smaller tubes blood pours into the bucket as well. Soon the screams coming from the demon stop as her head vanishes into the vat. Another demon is hooked up to the rigging and the process starts again. The Felguard looks down at the demoness and demon hunter on the ground. “Get them on the belt, best to make certain they are dead this time around.” He orders as he walks away.

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

“Speak, what is it you ask of me?” Salkeen growled, it was about time Ahcirej came back to them…

The holographic image of Ahcirej turns towards Lord Salkeen as he commands her to speak. Even in this form she shudders a little in awe and fear, as the overwhelming power he commands washes over her. She may not be bound to him anymore, but he didn’t need bonds, contracts, etc to control her. She felt completely owned by him even without such material things. Ahcirej’s projection slowly rises to its feet, but its head remains bowed in subservience to her Lord. “It has come to my attention that I will never be able to return to who, or what I was. The one who could of returned me to you as a living being that could once more be bound to you, is no more.” The hologram speaks its voice void of any emotion. “I truly wished to be bound to you once more, as her death prevents that, I came to discover something while on Centralis not so long ago.” As her image continues to speak, she takes control of some of the lesser computers. Her Image appears across a half dozen screens, before a few of the smaller cannons pivot on their axis as their firing sequence engages. A split second later everything returns to normal, as the demonic engineers scramble to regain control of the few systems that Ahcirej had infiltrated. “I cannot be bound to any body formed of organic matter. When taking on such a form, the body rots, crumbling to nothing in mere hours.” She says her voice a low hiss as anger seeps into it. She hates that she will forever be alone, even her bat crap crazy other self has another.

It is a moment before she speaks again. “As I claimed I discovered something while on Centralis. While I cannot be bound to or work with organic matter, inorganic matter is something else entirely.” As she speaks a slight smile spreads across her face. “Lord Salkeen could you build me a body made of solely of inorganic materials. An advanced cybernetic machine, that can walk among mortals while containing the devastating power of the Legion.” As she speaks the eyes of the holographic image seem to light up. “A body made of the strongest of metals, yet soft enough to feel like flesh to those that touch it. Something that could withstand the very fires of hell that I will rain down upon your enemies Lord Salkeen. The ultimate humanoid like machine, build for obliterating all that stands before it, yet so simple that they will never see it coming. Can you create a body like this, and the computer like mainframe in which to control it.” She pause and looks up at Lord Salkeen. “While I cannot be bound to it, I can pilot it, my mind can become one with its computer system for as long as I desire.” As she finishes her image once more drops to its knees. Even if Lord Salkeen himself could create for her such a body, She was certain he knew of those that could.

[Salkeen-emerald-dream (Salkeen)]

The holographic image of Ahcirej turns towards Lord Salkeen as he commands her to speak. Even in this form she shudders a little in awe and fear, as the overwhelming power he commands washes over her. She may not be bound to him anymore, but he didn’t need bonds, contracts, etc to control her. She felt completely owned by him even without such material things. Ahcirej’s projection slowly rises to its feet, but its head remains bowed in subservience to her Lord.

Salkeen peered at his minion, her subservience and cowering still meant that even Salkeen still had a form of control and command, it was exactly the kind of thing he enjoyed loyalty in strong minions who prove again and again their devotion.

“It has come to my attention that I will never be able to return to who, or what I was. The one who could of returned me to you as a living being that could once more be bound to you, is no more.” The hologram speaks its voice void of any emotion. “I truly wished to be bound to you once more, as her death prevents that, I came to discover something while on Centralis not so long ago.” As her image continues to speak, she takes control of some of the lesser computers.

Salkeen crossed his arms watching as Ahcirej made her show and explained that with a loss of one ability she had gained another… Technological control by shunting the essence into the device, it was a impressive feat that Salkeen was already coming with plans to use it on…

“I cannot be bound to any body formed of organic matter. When taking on such a form, the body rots, crumbling to nothing in mere hours.” She says her voice a low hiss as anger seeps into it.

Salkeen nodded, he understood her words. a body of the flesh was not a thing she could possess ever again. Never again would she know intimacy of the body, to feel truly the warmth of another’s touch…

“Lord Salkeen could you build me a body made of solely of inorganic materials. An advanced cybernetic machine, that can walk among mortals while containing the devastating power of the Legion.” As she speaks the eyes of the holographic image seem to light up.

Salkeen turned his gaze outside his vessel, to the fortress that lay just outside, one could even see the cold depths of space from the cockpit of the Ignis’Avim… Yes… Salkeen could have Ahcirej back and with a powerful body… Salkeen himself unfortunately wasn’t a master at machines, he could pilot them, but building? He left that to the lower moarg drudges or for the powerful weapons the juggernaut himself… The creator of the reaver that terrorized Pandaria and that wretched group before it was destroyed, would create something smaller but just as dangerous…

“A body made of the strongest of metals, yet soft enough to feel like flesh to those that touch it. Something that could withstand the very fires of hell that I will rain down upon your enemies Lord Salkeen. The ultimate humanoid like machine, build for obliterating all that stands before it, yet so simple that they will never see it coming. Can you create a body like this, and the computer like mainframe in which to control it.”

Salkeen gave a sly grin, “From the strongest metal it would be built, but why create something that feels like flesh?” Salkeen flexed his own muscles and chest, “A carefully and purposefully crafted metal can be tougher than diamond but smooth as silk…” Salkeen taunted, he had no desire for the feeling of flesh, his own felt like chiseled marble. The demon lord glanced at Jericha, the feeling of flesh didn’t matter, it was the individual behind it…

“While I cannot be bound to it, I can pilot it, my mind can become one with its computer system for as long as I desire.” As she finishes her image once more drops to its knees. Even if Lord Salkeen himself couldn’t create for her such a body, She was certain he knew of those that could.

“You will be more…” Salkeen hissed, “I shall get you a body of your own, but at a price.” Salkeen stated, which price however he hadn’t decided. Salkeen thought about also making Ahcirej the intelligence in his vessel, she had already shown a ability to control it… The demon lord could have her reside within, when her body and more subtle approach was not needed…

Salkeen stopped he could very well sense the activities aboard his vessel, approaching one of the many terminals that the vile underlings used Salkeen glared at a gan’arg before activating what he desired…

The Felguard looks down at the demoness and demon hunter on the ground. “Get them on the belt, best to make certain they are dead this time around.” He orders as he walks away.

“That is quite enough.” The demon lord hissed his image appearing before the felguard. “They escaped the pit, destroying and preening the weak along their path, they have proven that they can live for now…” Salkeen commanded, the felguard immediately following his lord commands halted the belt, and gestures to the other demons to stop… “Their lord is merciful to the loyal and strong, take them to the healing chambers… Now!” The demon lord demanded, he knew Jericha might not particularly like the two he just saved, but they would serve him better alive and with luck Jericha could use them like a punching bag again.

Salkeen ended the communication, his minions knew better than to disobey a direct order from their lord. The demon lord turned back towards the impending fortress awaiting the return of its lord, Salkeen had a particular name for this structure… Some demon lords called their citadels, places of terror or the black citadel… Salkeen had chosen its name based on the what one of its prisoners had called it… It was The Kiln, a masterful fortress orbiting the far reaches of space from Azeroth created from hundreds of legion vessels… It was Salkeen’s personal staging point for Azeroth as well as one of his fleet construction and infernal crafting domains… Salkeen enjoyed being the demon lord that could claim a ownership of the space around the fated planet… Salkeen glared over a Moarg brute, “To me… Your lord has need of you…” The demon lord hissed, beckoning the lumbering demon over… The massive demon however had no idea what was about to happen, as Salkeen lunged forward like a predatory beast upon weaken prey! Even with the moarg’s massive size, the demon lord seized the brutes mechanical left arm before with a quick roar, jumping back while kicking the demon the demon lord severed the massive mechanical arm. Salkeen landed gracefully holding the massive mechanical arm, without ever breaking eye contact with the brute Salkeen tilted the severed mechanical limp dumping out gallons of demon blood that had been snakes through the device via tubes… The only life left on the limp has been pieces of flesh still clinging to the heavy bolts that once adhered the arm to the Moarg brute… The Moarg couldn’t help but rise in agony clutching its bleeding stump, exposed flesh, sinew and bones hung from the wound as the Moarg tried to stop the bleeding… Salkeen sneered, “Quit your whining!” The demon lord commanded his eyes burning brighter until roaring fire escaped his gaze and washed over the Moarg’s left side… Salkeen cauterized the demons wound, he didn’t want to kill it yet… “Now rise!” Salkeen commanded, “You shall follow us, with this…” Salkeen growled tossing the mechanical arm towards the brute, the brute still in agony knew better than refuse caught the mechanical arm in his right hand… He would follow his lord… “Ahcirej, You may use this beast of labor and his mechanical arm to follow us…” Salkeen growled, he thought to tell her the Ignis’Avim was connected to the Kiln’s systems but he was sure she already knew…

Salkeen then used his power to warp him, Jericha and the Moarg brute with his severed arm into The Kiln… If Ahcirej did choose not to enter the Moarg’s severed mechanical arm, she could move right into the Kiln’s mechanical systems. The first thing one might notice was the size! It was nearly the size of Auchindoun or Shattrath! A great ring of fel steel stood beneath them to their backs great walls of black and fel colored metal to keep the cold of space away… Before them in the center of the ring was a miniature fel Star, a great churning roaring green emerald fire fueled by dozens of soul forges located around the ring… Beneath them the great structure continued, great platforms reached out covered with demons in formation facing great arches ready to connect to any world for invasion… Along the walls of the great structure were other rings for the manufacturer of everything from weapons and fighters to infernals and ship pieces… Around the structure were hundreds of infernals still in a meteor like form ready to be deployed… But the most daunting part of The Kiln was the all oppressive heat, a roaring mixture of Ironforge forges and molten core lava mixed with the blistering fires of Argus, It only fed the feeling of desolation from the burning fel Star that consumed every drop of life and water nearby… The Kiln was truly like a horrific and hellish furnace… “We are going up…” Salkeen growled, before making his way upwards on a great spiraling stairway the lines the edge of The Kiln.

[Orioñ-suramar]

“Orion is it?” Skalaz chirped.

Orion doesn’t even turn to face the Goblin, he barely nods his head in answer to his question. Orion had more pressing matters to worry about, foremost being the creature he now held in his arms. He looks down at Izzabelle, sighing you really are nothing but trouble. he thinks as the time devices whirr, spin, tick, around him. He would have to leave with her soon, before more damage was done.

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.

Orion could see that the Goblin wasn’t entirely pleased with his decision. Orion wasn’t all that pleased himself, Izzabelle could have been destroyed. Orion peers into the newly revealed room, then steps away from Skalaz “You have done plenty Artificer,Your help will not be required for what I have to do. Understand that I am at my strongest when in my own space. I need all the power at my disposal, and feel that I will be able to fix Izzabelle faster and more accurately in my own realm.” Orion states preparing to take both himself and Izzabelle to his space. While he held no animosity towards them, he still feels that this error can be fixed better in his own space. Yet before he can leave Orion feels a tugging as Izzabelle subconsciously seeks to be closer to her Bonded. The bond between the two was still fresh, and in the development process, to take her from Sericons presence could prove disastrous. Still Orion would need to bring her to his own space to work on her.

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.

Orion stopped moving towards them as Sericon approaches them. It would seem it wasn’t just Izzabelle who needed to be in Sericon’s presence. Sericon also seemed to need to remain in her presence. This was good, Orion could feel a slight change in Izzabelle as her bonded got closer. Orion could almost sense what Sericon was thinking, it’s what almost everyone thought when this happened. Orion turn and looks at Sericon to explain why this had happened. “Izzabelle’s body did not attack the alchemic enhancements. The oblivion curse attacked them, her body tried to absorb the changes”. Orion explains, he figures it best that Sericon know more about Izzabelle. “For that to happen time started up on her again. When that happened the curse not only attacked the alchemic enhancements, but Izzabelle as well. Until she wakes up we will have no idea what was destroyed.” Orion states the anger coming off of him in waves. “With the way she is pulling to be near you, we can luckily say that at least your bond wasn’t claimed by the curse.”

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.

Orion grins as he hears Sericon’s words, he had expected no less from Izzabelle’s bonded. “Then I will be expecting great things from you in the future, Bonded of Izzabelle.” Orion says whether or not Izzabelle could be saved, mattered very little if they lost her now. Orion turns away for a brief second, in that instant, for a One trillionth on a nano second, Sericon feels as though Orion isn’t telling him something.

“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,

As Orion’s attention is once more drawn to the Artificer, many of his time devices begin going haywire. He frowns down at the girl in his arms as he concentrates much of his power on her. “Contrary to what everyone seems to believe, the rest of us aren’t weak pathetic nobodies, compared to the power of the Dark Master and his minions. It’s not some childish time freezing spell that I have on Izzabelle. It is billions of spells all working in tandem. Like the Dark one sifting through possible futures, I must maintain every aspect of Izzabelle’s being. What will she lose, to gain this, what memories will vanish today, to make up for the new ones she is creating. For every little bit she gains she looses more.” Orion stops to catch his breath, inhaling deeply he calms down. “The best place for me to fix Izzabelle is my own space, when finished I will return her to you, and remain so that this doesn’t happen again.” Orion finishes as he once more turns back to Sericon.

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…”

“I trust you not to lose her then.” Orion says passing Sericon his Bonded. Still he holds one of Izzabelle’s hands, physical contact with her needed to keep her curse at bay. “If you are ready we will be leaving now.” Orion explains as he prepares to teleport the three of them to his realm. Luckily for all of them Sericon had been there before.

[Throggore-emerald-dream (Throggore)]

Throggore had dove into the shadows once more, stalking among the rafters, twice his assassinations had failed, it was time to switch tactics… The rogue pulled forth from his leather vests a large red vial, to most it would look like the infamous crimson vials that rogues used, but his was much worse… It was a old mixture taught to Throggore by a crazed orc of the Bleeding Hollow clan, created from the blood of powerful creatures and orcs… The mixture would would empower the orc tenfold so long as he also… Throggore cut barbaric sigils into flesh on his arms and chest and pulled the remnants of cut clothing from his body. Throggore dropped his two daggers to the old and cracked rafters that held the earth above them all before pulling forth a large blade and scythe like axe… It was time, Throggore leapt from the rafters like a bird of prey honing in on its target, the Orc leapt upon Rick the shining Paladin that had caught his eye.

The rogue started his assault by slipping his scythe like axe around the Paladins neck, the Orc ready to end this before it even began! The scythe twanged violently as the Paladin had somehow managed to get his weapon up in time to parry the blow! “You dareth think to sneaketh upon this righteous form? I light protects me Orc!” The Paladin taunted like some sort of preacher! Throggore only gave a orcish roar in response, bringing his blade up to stab at the Paladins side. The cocky but apparently lucky Paladin managed to miss the lethal edge of the blade by shifting his body causing Throggore’s blade to screech as it slid of the plate armor. “You talk to much human…” Throggore growled pushing the human hard with his blades, the orcs incredible strength enhanced by the mixture he imbibed.

Throggore hissed as he felt the prudent Paladin’s holy light sear his flesh and burn his eyes… “Your too bright.” Throggore hissed kicking Rick in the right leg, the Orc lunged only to be parried once more… Throggore had, dealt with this Paladin enough, in a swift move the orc tossed shards of glass and sand into the Paladins face… “You canteth blind the light!” Rick declared as he covered his face and tried to clear his vision.

Throggore leapt backwards standing between Faendrel and the two humans, “Have you had enough time to recover? Or should I just count you out elf?” Throggore taunted the women, he could do this all day.

[Faendrel-draka]

That wretched Paladin goes to strike the final blow to try and take Faendrel out of commission, when the Masked Orc from earlier intercedes. It is the break that Faendrel needed, she casts drain life on a guard that would s trying to come up behind her. Hers drain life works a little different from most. A small hole forms in the flesh of the spell victims chest. Blood bursts forth and shoots across the room into the waiting locks open mouth. As she drinks it down her wound close up. The guards body starts shrinking in on itself, organs are crushed by bones, bones crack and then shatter beneath the pressure. A man that was once over six feet tall, could now fit her to a crate that was two feet wide, three feet long and about a foot deep, with room to spare. Faendrel ends her spell, rolls off of the consecrated ground, and up onto her feet. The shriveled up guard lies on the floor, the twitching of its one good eye, showed that for a few more moment the man still lived. Faendrel casts agony smiling as the wreck tries to scream.

“Have you had enough time to recover? Or should I just count you out elf?” Throggore taunted the women,

Faendrel glares over at the Orc, “how many hits have you actually landed on golden boy over there?” She snaps as she summons a swarm of stinging insects right in The Righteous Paladins face. Where there was nothing before there’s suddenly dozens of wasps buzzing around Sir Righteous Rick’s head. They dive in their stingers sinking into his face, neck, and eyes. They unleash their toxin into his flesh. “foolish wench you’re fouled insects shalt not bringeth pain upon gl’rious lighteth did bless f’rm…” his words are cut short as his face swells from the toxins. Sir Righteous Rick, grunts and grabs at his face, struggling to breath as the swelling gets worse. At this point he isn’t even recognizable as human. His face is so swollen and deformed that he cannot see, speak or hear. He swiftly casts divine shield on himself, followed by cleanse toxins. As the swelling goes down he turns his attention towards the diseased insect infested lock. A radiant blast of light incinerates all the insects around him, healing him in the process. His eyes take on the look of an insane man, seconds before he rushes her.

Faendrel gets her staff in front of her just as he slams into with his shield, knocking her back a few feet. Before she can recover completely he swings down at her with his sword, sinking the blessed blade into her shoulder as she tries to duck beneath the blow. Dropping his shield Sir Righteous Rick doubles up his fist and punches Faendrel square in the stomach. Blood and insects spurt out of her mouth and splatter on Sir Righteous Rick’s glorious armor. One of his plate gauntlet enclosed hands wrap around her neck lifting her from the floor. Waves of rage could be felt coming off of the man, as he draws back and punches Faendrel in the face. Once, ”not!” his gauntlet covered fist strikes shattering the cartilage in her nose. Twice, ”My!” he strikes a second time, fracturing her cheek bone. Three times ”Face!” Sir Righteous Rick’s fist connects again this time the crunching of bones can be heard as the licks face starts to cave into her skull. Fourth “You Wretch!” he screams his fist striking and final time, there’s an explosion of blood and bones as her face shatters as Sir Righteous Rick’s gauntleted fist vanishes into her skull. He rips her diseased brain from the ruins of her face and goes to throw it across the room. When it it transforms into hundreds of flesh burrowing beetles. They swiftly eat their way into him disappearing beneath the flesh. Sir Righteous Rick swats wildly at them as they move beneath his skin, burrowing deeper into his body. The remainder of Faendrel’s body collapses into a swarm of pests.

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

Salkeen gave a sly grin, “From the strongest metal it would be built, but why create something that feels like flesh?” Salkeen flexed his own muscles and chest, “A carefully and purposefully crafted metal can be tougher than diamond but smooth as silk…” Salkeen taunted,

Ahcirej feels a tinge of rage an jealousy as Lord Salkeen flexes his muscles. Unlike Jericha she would never again know the sensation of touch. “I will leave the minute details of its creation, to your discretion My Lord.” Ahcirej says as she watches him. “It isn’t like I am capable of knowing what it feels like. Still on the plus side, While I can never again feel a living touch, I will also never again know the sensation of pain.” Her holographic image clenches it’s hand together. *She could remember what flesh felt like, the subtle movements, the warmth, the rough feelings of calloused fingers. She had no idea what silk felt like, a body hard as diamond, but smooth as silk. In the end it mattered not she would be but the brain, the motherboard of a deadly cybernetic machine. She would slip in where the larger machines couldn’t. Taking the lives of those who stood before her burning Lord.

“You will be more…” Salkeen hissed, “I shall get you a body of your own, but at a price.” Salkeen stated,

“I will anything that you desire me to be Lord Salkeen, If it’s something that I can become then I will be it. Ahcirej states her voice filled with conviction. Ahcirej was unbound, she knew exactly what she was. She could turn and leave. Yet She felt just as owned and vulnerable in her Lords Presence as she always did. “I will pay any price that I am able to pay. Yet remember there are some prices that I am incapable of paying.” Ahcirej explains, she is nearly sure that he knows what she means. Any deal they struck would have to be in good faith. She couldn’t be bound to any form of promise or contract, to ask for such would be like commanding water not to be wet. As she speaks to Lord Salkeen parts of her mind begin syncing more strongly with the ships computer systems. She can see the many corridors the demons moving among them. She can feel the power as innocents are fed to the many soul furnaces that power the massive destructive vessel. She pulls back disengaging most of her mind from the control panel, her holographic image shimmers for a few moments before stabilizing.

“Quit your whining!” The demon lord commanded his eyes burning brighter until roaring fire escaped his gaze and washed over the Moarg’s left side… Salkeen cauterized the demons wound, he didn’t want to kill it yet… “Now rise!” Salkeen commanded, “You shall follow us, with this…” Salkeen growled tossing the mechanical arm towards the brute, the brute still in agony knew better than refuse caught the mechanical arm in his right hand… He would follow his lord… “Ahcirej, You may use this beast of labor and his mechanical arm to follow us…” Salkeen growled,

Ahcirej watches in amazement as the massive mechanical arm is ripped from the Mo’arg brute. She could almost feel sorry for it… almost. She wasn’t sure if she could bind with it or not, did the arm contain a mechanical or computerized system that would allow it to act on it’s own, without it being connected to the Mo’arg Brute. would the bits of flesh prevent her from being able to coalesce her mind with it. A partial connection would be a waste, it would be better to just travel in non corporeal form. Ahcirej starts to disengage from the Ignis’avim’s computerized holographic system. To prevent the chance of complications she is going to take on her Ethereal form and use her holy fire to burn the remaining flesh and blood from the massive mechanical arm.

Salkeen then used his power to warp him, Jericha and the Moarg brute with his severed arm into The Kiln…

Ahcirej watches as the three disappear, why didn’t Lord Salkeen wait to see if she was able to use the mechanical arm, was her service to him no longer required? Just as they vanish the Holographic image of Ahcirej dissipates as something within the deep recesses of her mind begins to snap. As the mental, and emotional, bonds of servitude that Ahcirej felt towards Lord Salkeen, begin to crumble. She gazes out through the viewing window at the massive Flying Fortress, a lost look forms on her face. So you do not need me after all Lord Salkeen? Very well then, if I am not the instrument that will rain death and fear upon your enemies. Then perhaps… the sharp pains of mental anguish quell her thoughts and have her clutching her head.

You are rather useless as you are, but I can make you better, if you come to me.

[Jericha-draka (Jericha)]

“It has come to my attention that I will never be able to return to who, or what I was. The one who could of returned me to you as a living being that could once more be bound to you, is no more.” The hologram speaks its voice void of any emotion. “I truly wished to be bound to you once more, as her death prevents that, I came to discover something while on Centralis not so long ago.”

Jericha turns her attention to the holographic image of mirrored self. What did she mean? Couldn’t return as a living being. That was wrong, Jericha was rather certainly n that Izzabelle possessed the knowledge to make Ahcirej whole again. Her twins next words stop Jericha’s heart for a moment. The void within her goes wild, causing Lord Salkeen to be fed an influx of Void before it dies back down again. Was Izzabelle dead, wasn’t her forced departure from Lord Salkeen meant to save them? Had Isaik planned on her dying this whole time? Rage seeps into Jericha’s mind, stirring the flames of chaos. She hated Isaik more than anything, if I had separated Izzabelle just to end her, she would find a way to end him. Of course she doesn’t realize that Ahcirej is speaking metaphorically when she is speaking of Izzabelle being dead.

“That is quite enough.” The demon lord hissed his image appearing before the felguard. “They escaped the pit, destroying and preening the weak along their path, they have proven that they can live for now…” Salkeen commanded, the felguard immediately following his lord commands halted the belt, and gestures to the other demons to stop… “Their lord is merciful to the loyal and strong, take them to the healing chambers… Now!” The demon lord demanded,

Jericha didn’t look stem to much f the conversation between Lord Salkeen and her double. Enough to understand that she wanted him m to build her a body, and that he would for a price. However her attention was drawn to both Suzuna and that wretch Lhashira as her Lord addresses the Felguard to remove them from the belt. Looking at Suzuna Jericha feels a small pang of guilt. The young demoness had truly done nothing to warrant being tossed into the feeding pits. Or in her case reviving in the feeding pits. She had been as loyal as they came, forsaken even her family for Lord Salkeen and herself. Still Suzuna should know by now that Jericha isn’t 100% okay in the head. But she is rather certain that after this she will not have anymore individuals that she can consider… hmmm friends, what a strange thing, did I ever have friends?

“To me… Your lord has need of you…” The demon lord hissed, beckoning the lumbering demon over… The massive demon however had no idea what was about to happen, as Salkeen lunged forward like a predatory beast upon weaken prey! Even with the moarg’s massive size, the demon lord seized the brutes mechanical left arm before with a quick roar, jumping back while kicking the demon the demon lord severed the massive mechanical arm. Salkeen landed gracefully holding the massive mechanical arm, without ever breaking eye contact with the brute Salkeen tilted the severed mechanical limp dumping out gallons of demon blood

Jericha attention snaps to the Mo’arg brute as Lord Salkeen beckons it over. The lumbering gulf barely starts moving vanishing no in their direction, when Lord Salkeen is upon it like a bird of Pray. The sound of ripping flesh followed by a horrific roar of agony, has the corners of her mouth lifting into a sneer. Jericha grins as her Lord empties the pathetic demons no blood out onto the hard fel steel floor. She looks on in anticipation to see what limb he was going to remove next. The Mo’arg meanwhile seemed to be trying to stop the blood from pumping out of its body. A rather useless endeavor as it pours between its fingers.

Salkeen sneered, “Quit your whining!” The demon lord commanded his eyes burning brighter until roaring fire escaped his gaze and washed over the Moarg’s left side… Salkeen cauterized the demons wound, he didn’t want to kill it yet… “Now rise!” Salkeen commanded, “You shall follow us, with this…” Salkeen growled tossing the mechanical arm towards the brute, the brute still in agony knew better than refuse caught the mechanical arm in his right hand…

As Lord Salkeen cauterized the severe flesh wound, Jericha feels a bit crestfallen. She had hoped for a little more entertainment. Of course being the rather disturbed person that she is she smiles as the Brute is ordered to carry around its severed arm. She returns to her Elven shape and enters void form, it helps her to keep better handle of the void moving through her. three people were seeking her out, why would anyone seek her out?

“Ahcirej, You may use this beast of labor and his mechanical arm to follow us…” Salkeen growled, he thought to tell her the Ignis’Avim was connected to the Kiln’s systems but he was sure she already knew…

Salkeen then used his power to warp him, Jericha and the Moarg brute with his severed arm into The Kiln…

Jericha looks around as they appear near what she could only describe as a massive soul Forge powered by a fel Star. The heat coming from it while a bit warm didn’t bother her. The burning soul of her Lord prevented such a thing, at least from this distance it did. Still she didn’t doubt that he could easily close off such protections if he were to ever decide to drop her into the hellish furnace for a few minutes, hours, days of ultimate torture. Turning she follows Lord Salkeen and the Mo’arg Brute, who has been sniffling the whole time while cradling his arm. Sweet jimoney winters veil was that a tear she was seeing. As she stared at the arm she couldn’t help but notice that it seemed… well, rather lifeless. She is certain that if Ahcirej was in there, she would of made her presence known. As she walks behind Lord Salkeen’s ascending the steps of his massive fortress she speak. “Lord Salkeen I would seem that our pathetically sobbing beast of burden, forgot something.”

[Yuiko-draka (Yuiko)]

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…”

Yumara turns and looks at Rekkagg as Master speaks. It seems to her that a Stalker is an elite minion of Masters, tasked with the most dangerous of jobs, and acquisitions. That was good some of the creatures she required would need someone of a stalkers caliber to retrieve. She use to send Izzabelle and sometimes Jericha to obtain what she needed. “Master.” She bows slightly in respect in reverence, nodding no her head. She understood and was thanking him for his gift in helping her acquire the victims of her deadly craft.

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…

Yumara straightens up her hand still lightly gripping Masters robe. “It will be a pleasure to watch Master back his old instructor into a corner.” Yumara hisses anger building up as she thinks of her children being destroyed by some biological weapon. “It would bring me such satisfaction to slowly skin the wretch who would harm what is mine. To peel away the fools flesh with my claws.” Yumara says her voice becoming a low throaty growl, as long curved razor sharp claws slip out of slits in the tips of her fingers. “It would want their screams to be so horrific that it would give demons nightmares.” She finishes her claws retract, her fangs shorten and the tentacle like appendages slowly vanish, as her chaotic thoughts and racing heart are calmed, and controlled, by the many tendrils that Master has embedded within her. Master was right, his old instructor didn’t know of Masters subterranean kingdom. That deep beneath the feet of the unsuspecting fools, Master was preparing to take out those who opposed his vision. Those who refused to see the world that he would create, the utopia that he would be Supreme god and ruler of. When that day came all those that stood against him would regret their folly.

As Yumara follows Master something’s not occurs to her. Master had sent Izzabelle and her bonded for enhancing. Yet what kind of enhancement would they be receiving. Hopefully Orion wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Izzabelle wouldn’t be able to be used to destroy Masters old instructor if her creation was erased from existence. She knew of all the complications involving Izzabelle and the network of spells that held her together. She also knew that one of Masters tomes was used in her creation, along with two others. About 45% percent of the magic used came from he Masters tome. Still it was all held together and controlled by Orion’s time magic. Still as Yumara thinks of Orion, she cannot help but think that there’s something that he cannot or isn’t saying. She felt the moment of loss coming from him, the moment Izzabelle was freed from Lord Salkeen. It was s brief that she almost wasn’t certain that she even felt it. As she follows Master the thought vanishes from her head.

[Salkeen-emerald-dream (Salkeen)]

“I will leave the minute details of its creation, to your discretion My Lord.” Ahcirej says as she watches him. “It isn’t like I am capable of knowing what it feels like. Still on the plus side, While I can never again feel a living touch, I will also never again know the sensation of pain.”

Salkeen gave a malicious grin, “A wise choice, I have the perfect plan for your new body…” Salkeen hissed, he was of course referring to using the juggernaut to craft a new body for his minion… One of the toughest metals, and the ability to be wreathed in hellish fire… Ahcirej would do more than simply not feel pain, her new mechanized body would freely walk where others could not free from any troubles of biology…

“I will anything that you desire me to be Lord Salkeen, If it’s something that I can become then I will be it. Ahcirej states her voice filled with conviction. Ahcirej was unbound, she knew exactly what she was. She could turn and leave. Yet She felt just as owned and vulnerable in her Lords Presence as she always did. “I will pay any price that I am able to pay. Yet remember there are some prices that I am incapable of paying.”

“Yes I understand, limited by your unbound form…” Salkeen stated, he however was referring to something she could probably do… When not needed on the ground and if she still proved loyal she would control his great vessel, like a great burning shadow of death she would be the death of millions…

“Lord Salkeen I would seem that our pathetically sobbing beast of burden, forgot something.”

Salkeen walking along the fel steel, carrying a bit of pride for his structure his personal fortress near Azeroth, when he heard those words… The demon lord growled like a enraged beast before within the blink of a eye the demon lord was upon the useless Moarg once more… Transforming into his full demonic form, his wings sprouting from his back the demon lord seized the Moarg by the neck and using his wings lifted the brute off the ground…

Salkeen glared at the worthless demon, the Moarg has not been permitted to walk aboard the Kiln without Ahcirej… Especially among the walkways that were only frequented by Salkeen or his chosen… Tapping into the Kiln’s communication systems, Salkeen opened a line to the Ignis’Avim, a hologram appearing where Ahcirej once was to try to grab her attention if she was still around… “Ahcirej… Regrettably a former minion of mine, appeared aboard the Kiln without ensuring your safe transfer as well… Join us in the Kiln, the fortress should be able to provide you a holographic body if you desire…” Salkeen stated, with his last words Salkeen approaches the edge of the walkway of the Kiln and threw the sniveling brute towards the fel Star. Salkeen didn’t care to watch as the demon plummeted roaring in fear as it approached the miniature star, the demons flesh erupting into flames as it fell at a horizontal angle towards its death… Finally as the demon got closer it was crushed into a ball of gore and charred flesh before the miniature sun eagerly consumed the demonic morsel… The star might not have been at the center of a solar system but if one fell from the walkways the stars gravity would pull them to a burning crushing death…

Salkeen turned facing away from the roaring miniature star to await and see if Ahcirej had indeed heard him… “I have no time for such incompetence…” Salkeen growled towards Jericha referring to the now quite dead Moarg, he assumed she no doubt enjoyed the show.

[Throggore-emerald-dream (Throggore)]

“how many hits have you actually landed on golden boy over there?”

“How many hits did he land back!” Retorted Throggore, his main objective had been to give Faendrel a chance to breath. The orc had decades of skill to draw on for fighting, it wasn’t often he chose to directly engage a armored warrior in combat unless he had a trick to remove the hinderance. Usually the orc tried to engage a man when he wasn’t wearing the bulky and protective gear, like when they were sleeping, but the rogue did have tricks up his sleeve. The rogue leapt back as Faendrel and Rick engaged in combat, the rogue readying one of his secret weapons when Jakk attacked! The impulsive human slashed at Throggore from the back causing a massive gash of blood to bloom from the orcs back!

The orc responded with his own brazen attack, a substance the orc had distilled from steam pools in northrend, the Orc tossed seemingly harmless powdery crystals at Jakk. It wasn’t long before they began to take effect! “My face! You impudent wretch! What have you?” Jakk screamed covering his face the human screamed again as a hideous sizzling could be heard.

Throggore turned to face the man, the wound on his back slowly sealing from the bleeding hollow blood magic. “What’s wrong human? You wanna fight like rogue? I fight like rogue!” Throggore taunted lunging at Jakk, the Orc going into a blood frenzy! Throggore swung his sword hard causing it to impact loudly into Jakk’s armor with a resounding clang. The orc didn’t stop there, kicking the man hard in the left left causing a audible snap. “Not good enough?” Throggore roared pulling a long chain from his belt he wrapped it around Jakk’s neck and began to pull… “Do you feel it human? The burning in your lungs? Do you know how it feels to die?” Throggore growled tightening the chain, Jakk struggled grunting hard and trying to kick at Throggore… “Braumer… Bli… Blink… Blink me out!” Jakk cried! In a flash of purple Jakk vanished, Throggore growling loud as his quarry escaped… The orc would not be waiting long as several lower ranking guards stepped in to corral the orc…

“You think you are good enough?” Throggore taunted the orc swung the chain around raking the sides of the humans guards… “You are not!” Throggore roared turning into a blur of steel! The orc slashed at the first guards knees from the back severing his leg below the knee cap! The orc not losing a second of momentum tossed his axe at the second guard a female before grabbing the first guards severed leg and using it to mindlessly bludgeon the second guard! The second guard collapsed as the axe impacted into her chest, she heard screaming but was it her own? She didn’t have much time to think before the shadow of the orc overtook her bashing her face mindlessly with what appeared to be a bloodied armored leg! The women called out in agony as each blow further obliterated her face before she simply drowned on her own blood! Throggore was hardly finished leaping up from the women’s corpse he lunged at the third guard ensuring to use his orcish boot to cave in the first humans chest ending that horrific screaming! The last human was quick however turning tale to flee after witnessing such carnage! Throggore had a plan for that however, pulling his axe free the orc connected his axe to the length of chain he carried before swinging the whole thing around like a abominations hook! Just as the orc hoped the human was impaled by the axe of the end of the chain before Throggore pulled the crying man backwards… the orc was completely gone pulling the human back and digging his hands into the humans chest, pulling forth the man’s intestines, Throggore grinned behind his mask as he strangled the man to death with his own guts…

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

You are rather useless as you are, but I can make you better, if you come to me.

Those words, coming from that retched man, serve to completely irate her. She was more useful than that horrific man could ever imagine. She looks around her as she does her she starts thinking. She realizes that she doesn’t feel the need to bow to Lord Salkeen as strongly as she did just moments ago. Did his leaving break that hold he had…

Tapping into the Kiln’s communication systems, Salkeen opened a line to the Ignis’Avim, a hologram appearing where Ahcirej once was to try to grab her attention if she was still around…

The split second Lord Salkeen’s image appears before her, Ahcirej feels the chains. Chains of servitude, ones that strip her will, they subjugated her, forcing obedience. It was like he had never left. She was his minion, she served him only him to the greatest of her abilities. Any thoughts of leaving are struck from her mind. Her attention is drawn to him as she waits.

“Ahcirej… Regrettably a former minion of mine, appeared aboard the Kiln without ensuring your safe transfer as well… Join us in the Kiln, the fortress should be able to provide you a holographic body if you desire…”

Join us in the Kiln,

To Ahcirej those words weren’t a request, the were a command. A command from her Lord and she would follow them. Before Lord Salkeen finishes speaking, Ahcirej is already moving from the Ignis’Avim to the Kiln. Once there her mind seeks what it needs to form a holographic image of herself near Lord Salkeen, her darker side, and the doomed Mo’arg. She shimmers into existence just as Lord Salkeen drops the useless demon. She listens to its screams for the few seconds that they last. Then bows slightly to Lord Salkeen, keeping her eyes down. Ahcirej comes to understand a few things as she stands before her Lord. Not being able to keep things from him she speaks. “Lord Salkeen, It has come to my attention that even though I’m unbound, you still have control over me.” She pauses her image shimmering as she thinks on how to put what she is trying to say. “The control seems to weaken, when not given commands to follow, while I’m away from your presence. Yet as soon as I see or hear you, I have hardly any will of my own.” She continues as she stands there her head still slightly bowed. “It’s not like I’m not capable of thinking on my own. It’s just everything that I do, or think takes second place to your desires, and wishes. Being unbound I originally didn’t think that it was possible to still be bound to someone.”

As she says this her image blinks out and returns as she tries to become more accustomed to the Kiln’s systems. “I don’t feel any form of magical, or physical, bond, which means the bond is more psychological. It like my thought process has been conditioned to see you as my Lord, the one person I must obey above all else. Becoming unbound broke the chains, but it couldn’t erase the conditioning.” Ahcirej was certain that Lord Salkeen understood what she was saying. “Like Jericha was conditioned to fear powerful magical tomes, especially those that feel like Master Isaik. She has no control over how she reacts. It’s the same with me, in your presence Lord Salkeen, I have no form of free will, it’s stronger now than it was when I possessed a body of my own. Even though there’s the part of me that knows I could leave. It is useless because I am yours, yours to command until the end of existence.” She states feeling the chains still wrapped tightly around her, binding her will.

[Orioñ-suramar]

Orion vanishes from Skalaz’s labs taking both Izzabelle and Sericon with him. As they move towards Orion’s realm pasts images go wizzing through their minds. We will need to make a quick stop in a different time to help Izzabelle. She has lost to much over the last few days, I would rather not have her permanently damaged because of it. Orion explains speaking into the Warriors mind, a moment before they find themselves in a room. Not really a room more like a massive chasm, a chasm of bodies, bodies that possess some me form of life. Below them billions of lifeforms twist and blend among each other. Their unending shrieks and howls of agony fill the atmosphere around them with a sense of extreme loss and dread. A brief second later they appear in a chamber below the chasm, one trapped in a time loop.

Standing in the room are Orion, and Yumara,chained and shackled to a table is Jericha. Who is being held not only by physical means but by magical means as well. Both Yumara’s and Orion’s power adding additional power to the bonds. Jericha looks horrified and about to completely loose it. Yumara is trying to calm her, and is asking something of her. Yet Jericha seems to be to gone to do anything but fight the bonds at first. Time skips ahead Jericha while still bound and terrified holds one of three exceptionally powerful tomes in her hands. Shaking so badly she nearly drops it. Yumara holds another one that gives of the power signature of Master Isaik. Orion holds another tome. Upon looking Sericon would notice that they are all standing n an elaborate magical circle. If he looked out further he would notice thousand of corpses drained of their life essence and their souls. This was used to create the circle, Yumara stands in the largest of the outside circles. Slicing her hand she activates the magical sigils, as Yumara cuts her hand, Jericha cuts hers and Orion cuts his. The circle flares to life and Yumara starts reading from the book. As she speaks the words, there’s a deafening roar of shrieks, screams, and howls of pain and agony. As millions of life forms in the chasm above them are being stripped of their physical forms they are being broken down to just their basic essence. Their essence appears within the center circle it swirling around before coalescing together. The essence of thousands of creatures start taking form, a very familiar form, the one of his recently bonded. As Yumara is still reading from the tome, Jericha starts reading from hers, as she speaks her artifact eye starts to glow, thousands of rifts open and souls are yanked from these rifts and begin meshing with the form that Yumara is creating.

After a few minutes the form seems stable, Yumara turns to Jericha and Orion and silently nods her head. They both nod in return and Jericha pulls a soul from within her, and starts to connect it to the new body they had created. As soon as the tiniest spec connects all hell breaks loose. The forms starts to rapidly decay and fall into dust before vanishing altogether. Souls are being completely obliterated, Jericha pulls the soul Fragment back, and stares wildly at Yumara and Orion. They try four more times but each time they try to connect what remains of Izzabelle to the body the curse starts to obliterate it. Suddenly the tome in Orion’s hand changes into a intricate time piece. Millions of minuscule time devices appear around Izzabelle’s form and fuse into her body…

The memory vanishes as Orion directs the power from Yumara’s chanting into the Girl Sericon is still holding. her body has lost to many components recently, we need to add some of that back. Usually that would happen when her and Jericha returned to Ebony’s Tower. That hasn’t been an option recently. At first the curse of oblivion destroys all that is added, but soon Orion’s time magic slows it down and the damage to Izzabelle starts reversing itself. As it does the room fades and they find themselves standing within a room, a room of trillions of time devices and doors. Izzabelle’s form takes on a more non corporeal look as Orion starts to work his time magic. Sadly he wouldn’t know what memories were destroyed when The Artificer attempted to enhance her. He hoped they were more useless ones, yet she had lost so much with the erasing of Salkeen and Jericha, he feared she might have lost something important. As he finishes the last touches his time magic fades allowing Izzabelle to slowly regain consciousness.

Orion doesn’t even have time to think when Izzabelle suddenly blinks out of Sericons arms appears behind him and drives one of her daggers through his stomach, or at least where his stomach would be, she spins him around and slashing across his throat. The wound heals itself as fast as it’s created, flipping back she unleashes her spiders at him. Dozens of them spew from her mouth flying towards him. Tiny clocks appear above each, rabidly rewinding until all of them blink out of existence. Izzabelle rushes in to attack again her eyes showing no no signs of recognition, as she leaps at Orion again. Orion freezes her mid leap and send her careening back into Sericon’s arms. Well isn’t this just wonderful, we now know what memories were destroyed. I’m sending you back, the Artificer said something about enhancing what is already there. That shouldn’t cause the problem adding something new will cause. As Izzabelle is viewing me as an enemy right now, it is best that she not see me when she is freed a second time. as Orion finishes speaking into Sericon’s mind, Both Sericon and Izzabelle, appear exactly where they had been originally standing and not even a minute had passed since their original departure.

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

“It will be a pleasure to watch Master back his old instructor into a corner.”

Isaik turned to gaze at Yumara, “Indeed, but this has never been a race, we are in a marathon, when the opportunity presents itself we will remove our obstacle…” Isaik hissed, he of course was referring to Raveintis and those allies of his as the obstacle. One of the more pressing obstacles seemed to be one of the gnomes aligned with Raveintis, a Thommus… For too long the gnome had gone under the radar, now they would need to seek him out…

“It would bring me such satisfaction to slowly skin the wretch who would harm what is mine. To peel away the fools flesh with my claws.” Yumara says her voice becoming a low throaty growl, as long curved razor sharp claws slip out of slits in the tips of her fingers. “It would want their screams to be so horrific that it would give demons nightmares.”

“I feel your desire to cause such agony my minion, let it be known I will indeed allow such things to happen… However, we mustn’t get to caught up in vengeance, or else like many before us our enemies use such time to escape…” Isaik explained, to many times had the dark creature saw others fail because they felt the overwhelming need to feel revenge. While there always was a chance for such things, one mustn’t forget to remove the obstacle completely afterwards…

Isaik turned his vision to the hallway entrance that looked nearby, he had indeed seen the events that summoned Orion, it was quite unfortunate… Isaik didn’t get the pleasure of seeing the things within Orion’s own realm until after Sericon had returned, this would most likely cause complications… The dark master turned back to Yumara before speaking. “How urgent is your desire to relocate your lab? Or shall we help a lost daughter of a demon lord find her sibling…” The dark creature hissed he was more than eager to remove the two from his ship and place them near their father lest Salkeen grow impatient… Salkeen became unruly when he was irritated, even now Isaik saw Salkeen dealing with his own issues…

It was quite intriguing to find Ahcirej had found her way back to Salkeen, and gained the uncanny ability to shunt into machines… Isaik could already tell where Salkeen was going… The juggernaut… Where as Skalaz did owe Salkeen, they were more like acquaintances, Skalaz had always felt more loyal and relation to the master himself… It was just how they were the cold calculating goblin didn’t understand the vile emotional demon lord… No, Salkeen instead got along much better with the Juggernaut, a more prideful and sometimes hit headed individual as well… Isaik wondered how Jericha would feel about the juggernaut, he wondered how she might act upon the two commanders unusual ceremony of sorts when they confronted one another… Would she fall into her emotions and possibly damage the bond between the commanders?? Isaik gave a small grin it would only be a matter of time before he saw his answer…

Isaik turned his attention to Jaseiah, she was close to her sibling now… Peculiar though it was she wasn’t exactly going to be meeting her sister once more so to speak… No, the machine of the gnome had gestated something slightly different…

[Yuiko-draka (Yuiko)]

The dark master turned back to Yumara before speaking. “How urgent is your desire to relocate your lab? Or shall we help a lost daughter of a demon lord find her sibling…” The dark creature hissed

Yumara tightens her grip on his robe before releasing it, “My labs can wait a while longer to be relocated Master. Orion can keep everything there frozen in stasis until they are moved.” She says as she turns and looks up. “Salkeen’s hemorrhoids seem to flare up something awful when he gets irrated, which seems to be quite often.” Yumara continues shrugging her shoulders. “Besides Jaseiah is very eager to meet her twin again.” Yumara finishes as she looks back down focusing her attention back on Master.

She had also felt it when Orion had to intervene with Izzabelle. Izzabelle so much potential power, so much complication that came with said power. as she thinks this Orion suddenly appears in his feline form and hops onto one of her shoulders, looking a bit frazzled. Yumara turns to look at him, “you seem a bit worked up, did something happen with Izzabelle?” she asks her attention drawn to the cat on her shoulder. “It would seem that our Izzabelle’s memories of me have been obliterated, and she has taken to attacking me when she sees me.” Orion spits out obviously irritated with this new development. Shaking his head he sighs before turning to Isaik.

“I would normally neither ask for this, or allow it to be done to one who I have under my watch. However Izzabelle isn’t in top condition, I can restore the body, and the spirit, in a controlled environment I can also keep her mind functioning properly.” Orion states his full attention now on Isaik as he continues speaking. “Still the removel of Salkeen, and Jericha, has lead to some unforeseen complications. Jericha’s presense alone counted for nearly 70 percent of all of her memories, along with a memories of Salkeen she has lost about 80 percent of her past, along with a plethora of things that she had learned.” Orion continues as he hops back onto his broom. “Whenever Izzabelle learns something new, something she knew previously is destroyed. Before it was simple just allow a simple memory of her with Jericha to be destroyed. Without those memories what is being destroyed now is key part of who she is. This time she forgot me, next she might forget you, she might forget that she is capable of switching forms, or that she is a rogue.” Orion says pacing back and forth on his broom. “As long as it contains no one that she knows, or has forgotten, and it doesn’t mess with her bond and memories of Sericon. I would give my permission for you to use your mental manipulations to create memories for Izzabelle. Fill in the massive gaps in her mind with a past of your creation. Know this I don’t make this offer lightly, and knowing how much she fears having her mind manipulated I will only give my okay this once.” Orion states if Isaik chooses not to do this then Orion will simply not ask again.

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

“My labs can wait a while longer to be relocated Master. Orion can keep everything there frozen in stasis until they are moved.”

Isaik nodded, that was good information to know, “While your labs are frozen in stasis they can not be tampered with?” The dark master inquired, it would be another issue to deal with if one could tamper with Yumara’s experiments.

“Salkeen’s hemorrhoids seem to flare up something awful when he gets irrated, which seems to be quite often.” Yumara continues shrugging her shoulders. “Besides Jaseiah is very eager to meet her twin again.”

“Salkeen is a demon of great sins, he feels heavily the weights of pride, wrath and greed… It is usually not to hard to prod such responses from him…” Isaik hissed, “As for Jaseiah, her like many others will learn death is hardly a obstacle to our plans…” The dark master said, death was hardly a thing they couldn’t conquer… Even at the absolute worse, Isaik always had a trick up his sleeve…

Orion suddenly appears in his feline form and hops onto one of her shoulders, looking a bit frazzled. Yumara turns to look at him, “you seem a bit worked up, did something happen with Izzabelle?” she asks her attention drawn to the cat on her shoulder. “It would seem that our Izzabelle’s memories of me have been obliterated, and she has taken to attacking me when she sees me.”

Isaik did nothing but gaze at the feline creature he saw full well what had occurred through Sericon’s eyes… It was quite unfortunate… However such things could usually lead to something greater if one truly worked for it…

“I would normally neither ask for this, or allow it to be done to one who I have under my watch. However Izzabelle isn’t in top condition, I can restore the body, and the spirit, in a controlled environment I can also keep her mind functioning properly.” Orion states his full attention now on Isaik as he continues speaking. “Still the removel of Salkeen, and Jericha, has lead to some unforeseen complications. Jericha’s presense alone counted for nearly 70 percent of all of her memories, along with a memories of Salkeen she has lost about 80 percent of her past, along with a plethora of things that she had learned.”

Isaik’s face was stark plain, just that of the usual skull faced undead creature yet within his mind he stirred greatly. Orion was leading up to ask The Master for a favor, favors usually meant a deal of some kind… The Master knew Orion might see such things as a slight, but agreeing to do anything free of charge even for something that was his was sometimes such a challenge… Perhaps it was Zalak’s own vices… Greed, Pride, Gluttony, Envy… The dark creature was always looking to get more… Perhaps Isaik could sate his own desires and help Orion if he only asked for something less than the usual…

“Whenever Izzabelle learns something new, something she knew previously is destroyed. Before it was simple just allow a simple memory of her with Jericha to be destroyed. Without those memories what is being destroyed now is key part of who she is. This time she forgot me, next she might forget you, she might forget that she is capable of switching forms, or that she is a rogue.”

This was the weakness of Izzabelle perhaps without something to lose she could never gain… It seemed Isaik would be necessary to add something within her mind or else the women would only fall further apart as she had a few times before…

“As long as it contains no one that she knows, or has forgotten, and it doesn’t mess with her bond and memories of Sericon. I would give my permission for you to use your mental manipulations to create memories for Izzabelle. Fill in the massive gaps in her mind with a past of your creation. Know this I don’t make this offer lightly, and knowing how much she fears having her mind manipulated I will only give my okay this once.”

Isaik tilted his head, these restrictions were something quite unfortunate, “Giving memories that do not include anyone she knows, like Sericon, or myself? Such things seem like a necessary thing to be added… Would I just fill her mind with memories of blank faces and still no past? Surely she must wonder how she got here, I could easily craft a existence where she knew Sericon…” Isaik considered his next words, “You also wish that I can’t add anyone she had forgotten… Surely you only mean Salkeen and Jericha, do you not wish to have some piece of you placed back within her mind?” Isaik inquired, even if it was a subtle nod To Orion’s existence it could be done… The master had many minions, it was no hard task to imply the master had a timeless man as one of his minions… Isaik did however completely agree to refrain from ever possibly messing with the potential bond between Izzabelle and Sericon, it would only bring dire fates and consequences if that bond was tested… The dark creature however did have a wish to further solidify the bond, with Salkeen erased, Isaik wondered what Izzabelle’s first memory of Sericon was…

Isaik turned his gaze back to Orion, “Surely if I was to place new memories within Izzabelle’s mind you might wish to keep a closer watch over her? Perhaps it is time you might officially join under me?” Isaik inquired, it was a simple request, for ensuring Izzabelle’s prolonged life and stability as well as further watching over her, Orion would join them officially… The exact terms were easily up for discussion, Isaik was a flexible creature… Regardless of how things turned out with Orion, Isaik would ensure his minions survival…

[Orioñ-suramar]

Isaik tilted his head, these restrictions were something quite unfortunate, “Giving memories that do not include anyone she knows, like Sericon, or myself? Such things seem like a necessary thing to be added… Would I just fill her mind with memories of blank faces and still no past? Surely she must wonder how she got here, I could easily craft a existence where she knew Sericon…”

Orion shakes his head in cat form, he feels a bit like an idiot. “My apologies it would seem words are not my forte at the moment. I meant to say that as long as it contain no one she knew but has forgotten. Meaning if she knew them at some point but has forgotten them, then they cannot be added to whatever memories you choose to create for her.” Orion states while he continues to pace up and down the length of his hovering broom. “Such as she cannot have memories that contain Jericha, Salkeen, Yumara, myself, Jaseiah, Ahcirej, Ahcire… etc, because she once knew us but has forgotten. You, Sericon, that gnome, and others that she still remembers should be fine. A mind manipulator of your caliber shouldn’t have much of a problem, weaving a past that benefits you without messing to strongly with Izzabelle’s mind.” Orion says part of his mind preparing to start time up on Izzabelle again. Hopefully she remembered the Artificer. If not he hopes that Sericon has a good grip on her this time.

Surely you only mean Salkeen and Jericha, do you not wish to have some piece of you placed back within her mind?” Isaik inquired,

“While It would be nice I do not require that she remembers who I am.” Orion explains, finally sitting. “I could give Izzabelle some memories, but the spell sadly would break the deal and she wouldn’t be with us any longer.” Orion sighs as he lies on the broom his eyes glowing softly.

Isaik turned his gaze back to Orion, “Surely if I was to place new memories within Izzabelle’s mind you might wish to keep a closer watch over her? Perhaps it is time you might officially join under me?” Isaik inquired,

Orion stops and looks at Isaik, he isn’t surprised by the inquiry to officially join with him. “I can watch her even without physically being near her, or perhaps I should say, her knowing that I’m there. 90% of the time when I’m watching her she doesn’t know I’m there as it is.” Orion says sitting back up again. “I’m not As much asking that you give Izzabelle a past Dark one. As I’m merely saying that you can give her one if you choose, but it comes with restrictions. If you choose not to then the offer will be rescinded and I will try and find another way.” Orion says as he begins to awaken Izzabelle once more. “As for joining Officially that cannot happen. I cannot ever join any side officially. Time belongs to no one, it is on no ones side. I have but one official, and one unofficial job. The first and most important is watching over Yumara. The second is keeping Izzabelle alive to the best of my capabilities. Even if that means lying to her and manipulating her from time to time, if I am able to do so.” As Orion finishes speaking he jumps back onto Yumara’s shoulder his broom vanishing. “Still one could say that technically do to my guardianship of both Yumara, and Izzabelle. That in an unofficial capacity I am on whatever side they are on.”