Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

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.

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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 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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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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.

“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.

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.”

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A sick smile spreads across Jericha’s face as she tells him about Ahcirej or the absence of her lighter side. She looks over at the still clueless Mo’arg who is cradling his arm, and sniffling. Upon further inspection she almost thinks it is talking to it. Her fel eye flares up as Lord Salkenn finishes his communication, turning to his unsuspecting prey. She could feel her twisted heart growing three sizes, as she watches him approach and seize the massive idiot. Lifting him in the air like one would a doll, Lord Salkeen was amazing his power nearly bringing her to her knees.

A smile of sadistic glee spreads across her face as she listened to her Lord Salkeen, speak to Ahcirej. Jericha wonders if Ahcirej would take them as a command. She feels when Ahcirej appears, yet is too busy watching to see what is going to happen to the now terrified Mo’arg.

Jericha can feel her skin crawling with excitement as Lord Salkeen approaches the edge of the walkways. The pathetic Brute struggling uselessly in his grip. The look on the things face when it was tossed over the edge, would give Jericha sweet dreams for the next week or two. It’s screams of pain and terror were like a symphony for her soul. Moving her hands a little she silently casts levitate on the Brute. It was a great kindness on her part to slow his fall that he might feel a few more moments of Lord Salkeen’s wrath before being consumed by the fel Star. Jericha being twisted like she is looks over the edge smiles and waves, at the doomed beast of burden. A pleased sigh passes her lips as it is crushed into a ball of charred flesh and demonic gore. The spectacle having ended she steps back from the edge.

Jericha moves up to stand beside her Lord once more. “Incompetence is a weakness we can hardly afford to have.” She states stopping as she stand almost by his side but not quite. While she might see herself as being above his other minions. She was still his and would stand a bit behind him as a show of loyalty and respect. “His Death was a lovely thing to witness, Lord Salkeen.”

This coming from Ahcirej grabs Jericha’s attention, and her mind starts flipping through all the possibilities. Being unbound she shouldn’t feel such a compulsion to obey Lord Salkeen. In all actuality she hardly even knew him.

It is then that it clicks in Jericha’s mind what had happened, as it does she opens up a telepathic communication with Lord Salkeen. I believe I know what Ahcirej is speaking of. She spent centuries with about 45% of her trapped in a soul stone. While separated it was also still connected. The centuries that I spent contracted to you, bound to your will, bound her at the same time. She probably felt every punishment, every reward, that I felt. As she said she was being conditioned to obey you without ever realizing it. Jericha says as she watches Ahcirej flicker in and out a few times. When belonging to you was the only thing she knew for centuries, Izzabelle cutting the ties that bind couldn’t sever that link because it is only something that Ahcirej can sever. Because it is her own mind that is holding her prisoner. as Jericha finishes she steps back a little to see what Lord Salkeen will do knowing that he still has rather firm control over Ahcirej.

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Myrandah watches as the Nether Walking Corpse approaches, after the recent departure of nearly everyone else she knows what is coming. “Being called away to aide in times of war or peril is to be expected.” she states looking off into the horizon. “I myself must make my way back to Stormwind, gather what allies I can, freeing my friends from their sick evil clutches won’t be easy.” She finishes holy light causing her eyes to blaze for a moment. I swear I will free you all, her hand rests on the hilt of her massive hammer, one way, or the other. Removing her hand from the hilt she turns back to Victur. “I will make them regret having ever brought such destruction to my door.” She finishes watching as he seeming pulls a dark green brimstone from nowhere and passes it to her. "She smiles and laughs a bit as she pockets it. “It would seem I’m amassing quite the collection of summoning devices.” She says still smiling at the thought. This simple mission to find her friend and bring her home to her father had taken a dark turn. Still she had met ones that had become quick friends. Still this fight hadn’t even begun, and she needed to get home.

“Why it looks like it be down to just ye, and me lassy.” Grundel states coming up behind her and slapping her on the back. “Me baubles will not wait, me thinks the stinken orc took them.” he says his voice a low throaty growl his hands hovering above his daggers. Myrandah looks down at Grundel a little confused, “Where did your more sensible brother vanish to?” she asks. Grundel spits on the ground “The dern fool got himself warped away with that puney elf Darkskill.” he grumbles kicking a rock across the ground. “Me brother should of stayed and helped recover me baubles, now lets go lassy.” As Grundel speak Myrandah pulls a jeweled golden whistle from one of her pouches. They are intricate magical symbols carved into it. Bringing it to her lips she blows it, a second later an Argent Hippogryph appears circling the sky above them. “Lassy are ye even listen?” Grundel shouts rather perturbed that his baubles might be being mistreated at the very moment. Myrandah looks at the Dwarf as the Hippogryph lands and walks up to her. "Yer a genius Lass, we will cover much more ground from the air, with that Grundel goes about summoning his own flying mount, a nice jeweled jade panther. “Come me precious babies be calling me.” Myrandah mounts and they both take to the sky, She hasn’t the heart to tell him that they are headed for the Portal to return to Stormwind. Still for some strange reason she’s getting this sneaking suspicion that she is forgetting something. However the need to return home is strong.

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Salkeen glamced towards Jericha, “His permanent death…” The demon lord growled, most of the times demons were pretty immortal, being killed while not within the nether would only send them back to reform… The unfortunate Moarg however had felt a different kind of death, areas saturated with fel could forever kill a demon, and while the Kiln itself wasn’t overly saturated, the fel Star itself was…

Salkeen turned his gaze over to Ahcirej, had she just figured this out? Ahcirej had come from Centralis of her own free will back towards one of the most aggressive demons lords traveling aboard a moving capital ship and she thought just at that moment she couldn’t break free? Salkeen gave a cruel smile, it was why the demon lord had such a loyal following, many fell under his thrall whether by magic bond and contract or pure charisma…

Salkeen narrowed his eyes at Ahcirej, he would need to ensure control was constant over Ahcirej, he could hardly afford to lose any more minions…

Salkeen’s eyes flashed bright green, it seemed all around him the Kiln responded glowing more vibrantly… “Dear one, You have no idea what is possible…” Salkeen stated, his message was at clear as he could make it. With the power he possessed, the thousands that kneeled before him, what the demon lord could accomplish had always been seen as impossible…

Salkeen glanced out over the armies that amassed beneath them… In this hellish fortress in space, the fel Star sat in the exact center of the Kiln, beneath it was so many platforms and walkways that held Salkeen’s armies, the burning star hung over them kind of like a sun might on any planet… “Do you think I control all of this through sheer strength of will and bonds alone?” Salkeen asked, “They all obey me above all else, they do so because, like you, deep in their minds they recognize what I am…” Salkeen growled, “I am their god!” The demon lord roared out in command…

Salkeen turned back to Ahcirej, “Conditioning happens in many ways… But I still know it is because of what I am, what I accomplish that they follow, that you follow!” Salkeen paused, “The legion has fallen in disrepair, it’s glorious Titan leader contained… While other demon lords chose to fight amongst themselves, I still see my path, and in a universe filled with so much unknown, all gravitate towards a true commander!” Salkeen growled, he understood full well that Ahcirej felt the way she did because of her time within the gem, but in a way Salkeen had managed the same feat with all the demons under him… To be in the Phoenix’s grace and good fortune was like ecstasy, to be against him, none that had experienced such things ever wanted to do so again…

Salkeen ceased his words, and with it the entire Kiln seemed to grow quieter, the whole of the domain seemed to be waiting for what was gonna happen next. Salkeen focused his eyes on Ahcirej, “It is time to forge our path into the future, Ahcirej you will meet us on the upper levels of the Kiln… Jericha, you and I shall be taking one of those demonic teleporters…” The demon lord commanded, he watched for a good moment to ensure he was understood before making his way towards the walls of the Kiln. Where as the center was occupied by a great fel Star the walkway lined great fel steel walls inscribed with runes for warding and short range teleportation around the Kiln… Striding over to one of those runes, Salkeen dragged his claws across its surface activating it before pushing his hand onto it. In a flash of green, Salkeen was whisked away as a ball of green energy to the upper areas of the Kiln, his more reserved part of the complex… It was here they would be taking the stabilized and warded personal portals to Azeroth, they were the best way to get on Azeroth undetected…

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For a moment Jericha looks crestfallen, before her eyes take on a sinister glow. Her lips curl slightly upwards, “Why Lord Salkeen if I had known that his death was going to be permanent. I might have put a little more power behind my levitation.” Jericha says with a mock sigh, “I could do f further slowed his descent allowing him to cook a little longer.” Jericha says wrapping her arms around him for a brief moment. “He screams of pain, and horror were so uplifting.” She shrugs as she releases him and steps back. Now that she knew that being tossed into the Fel Star meant true death. She would see to it those punished in such a manner, suffered for as long as possible.

“As you command Lord Salkeen.” She says bowing with respect, ready to follow him. She watches as the holographic image of Ahcirej blinks out of existence. Then Follows Lord Salkeen to the great fel steel walls that lined the Kiln. She watched as he drug one of his claws across the many runes activating it, before pressing his hand in and speeding away in an orb of fel. The splits second after Lord Salkeen transformed it the ball of fel energy, Jericha pushes her hand into the rune. Becoming a ball of fel and void she is whisked to the upper levels. She rematerializes next to Lord Salkeen, a brief second later Ahcirej’s holographic image shimmers back into existence. They both stand near him their head bowed waiting for further commands.

She was running, she had been running, no they had been running. No wait she was alone, but she though someone was there. She didn’t know anymore, there was pain such horrific pain. Everything was being destroyed, her body, her mind, her soul, her magic, her thoughts. All burning, crumbling, corroding into oblivion, she is afraid, she is loosing everything.

Izzabelle’s eyes snap open, she still feels the pain, the loss, the terror. She shadow steps away from the one holding her, appearing behind the stranger. She didn’t know where she was, she shouldn’t be here, why was she here? without giving it a thought she drives her dagger through the mans lower back and out through his stomach. She twists it a few times then pulls her dagger out expecting to see blood spurt like a fountain from the grievous wound. All that fall from the wound is a little bit of sand, sand, enraged she spins him around a slashes her blade across his throat. Waiting for her face to be bathed in his blood as she severs his carotid artery. Yet the wound closes as fast as it is made, what type of monster was she fighting. Flipping backwards she unleashes a her spiders, about two dozen of the plagued fel arachnids spew out of her mouth. The fly at the face, neck and chest of the humanoid like beast. She watches as above each a tiny clock appears and rewinds rapidly. They aren’t just killed, their entire existence is erased like the never were. In a fit of rage Izzabelle leaps towards the man intent on ending him in the most painful way possible. When she finds herself frozen in midair, suddenly everything slows down. The pain, the terror, the loss vanish as she looses consciousness seconds after feeling herself flying backwards.

Izzabelle’s eyes slowly open, blinking a few times she looks around. Why was Sericon holding her like this, wasn’t she being enhanced. She turns her head to look up at Sericon, licking her lips before she speaks. “Sericon why are you holding me, why aren’t I in the alchemic circle anymore?” Izzabelle asks looking from Sericon to Skalaz and back. She had forgotten more things the holes in her mind where like large gaping festering wounds. “Sericon did something happen, why can’t I remember, the blank spaces are growing larger in my brain. It feels like all my thoughts are being swallowed.” Izzabelle says a hint of fear and desperation making its way into her voice. She doesn’t understand what is happening, her body and soul feel more complete, yet her mind is collapsing. She turns to look at Skalaz unsure if the enhancement might of temporarily messed with her memories.

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Sericon nodded, he had not been sure if the goblin was either lying or perhaps he truly hadn’t been told what to do. Perhaps Master Isaik had his reasons?

Sericon heard Skalaz our, but Orion has always known Izzabelle, if anyone could fix her it was him. However Sericon knew that Orion would enlist the aid of others if he needed to, just as Sericon himself would.

There it was Orion had stated, Skalaz wasn’t needed, and though Sericon didn’t want to openly insult Skalaz, he knew Orion was right. Sericon might have been over reacting, he barely knew the Artificer it wasn’t likely he had the same negative behaviors Lord Salkeen had…

Sericon nodded, he understood, the curse that had been so talked about in the past the thing that tried to consume her, had seen the enhancing opportunity to grab more of Izzabelle and the enhancements. But the dire consequences were of what had been destroyed in the reaction.

“Luck has never thing to do with it, it is fate that we shall endure.” Sericon said, even with oblivion looming before him he would never give up, never give in.

Sericon would not shirk from the task, even though he felt Orion had said everything, the elf reached deep down. Whether the master found a way to break that curse didn’t matter, Sericon would find his own way…

Sericon glanced at the two beings, one a master of time, the other a alchemic genius, thru seemed to be at odds with each other even though both were trying to accomplish the same things.

Sericon took Izzabelle into his arms, holding her like a hero might hold a unconscious damsel in distress.

Sericon watched as the past opened up before them, He wondered how Skalaz would react to them finally leaving… but all his thoughts froze as he came upon the sight of Izzabelle’s past.

There Sericon saw Jericha, Yumara and Orion himself commuting unspeakable acts like that the darkest of the legion might do in order to create a body for his bonded. Sericon saw how Skalaz had said so many tines that Izzabelle was a creation of the masters. The tome in Yumara hand felt like the masters signature, there were slight differences… It felt ancient as if the tome had been created eons before anything Sericon knew had even existed… Secondly the tome felt more pure? As if the truest and most dark of Isaik’s… No… Zalak’s magic, it was as if this time was created at a time before the one known as Isaik was born…

Sericon nodded, he understood that in order to further save Izzabelle they needed to revisit the power that helped create her from her past. A dark tome, and the power of three beings that could wield such objects…

As Orion worked his magic, they were transported to his realm to further the repairing of his bonded, it wasn’t until she had been just about completed that all hell broke loose!

Izzabelle lunged at timeless one, using her skills and powers to try and drag Orion down. The timeless one would not be so easily destroyed by her attacks…

Sericon understood and within a second they both appeared back at Skalaz’s lab, Izzabelle back in his hands… It wouldn’t be a good thing that Izzabelle had forgotten Orion of all people…

Sericon looked down at Izzabelle, “Ah yes… The procedure is over, you were enchanced.” Sericon said he looked at Skalaz, the goblin was clever enough to figure out what was going on.

Sericon smiled, giving her a hug to try to calm her down. Sericon looked at Skalaz who undoubtedly had a answer for what had happened. The goblin had that clever look in his eyes, he did have a answer…

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“do thee bethink yon foul pests can standeth 'gainst the all palmy pow’r of the lighteth thee loathsome wench.” Sir Righteous Rick shouts out its conviction as he grabs his arm and calls to the light. He lets forth a might clout of agony as the insects tunneling into him burst in an explosion of holy fire, ripping his arm off at the shoulder. Flesh, muscle, bone, blood, splatter across the room painting the floor in an arc around him. Strips of flesh and sinew hang from the remains of his shoulder and upper arm. The splintered bone, juts out of the massively bleeding stump, split seconds before it is engulfed in holy flames cauterizing the horrific wound. “think thee can escapeth i sir righteous rick’s hamm’r of justice thee evil witch.” Sir Righteous Rick calls out as a massive hammer of blessed light appears in his hand moments before he sends it hurdling end over end into the mass of pests and rodents. It strikes exploding into a shower of holy fire. About 15 percent of the pests are completely obliterated by the blow. Faendrel reforms screaming out in pain and rage. There are large rotting holes pitted throughout her body, insects, maggots, and worms can be seen crawling around inside of her. She sneers and cast drain line fe on the nearest guard, closing up some of her more grievous wounds. Before starting a summons

“I thinketh not thy fouleth wench!” Sir Righteous Rick speaks casting Repentance on her, forcing her to meditate. As he sees the wretched witch start to meditate on all the wrong choices she has made. He turns his attention to his fellow Alliance soldiers. “fear not the lighteth shall not abandon us, and with t we shalt striketh down these foul dogs of the loathsome h’rde.” Shouts Sir Righteous Rick holding his blessed blade. Light pours from his blade washing over his comrades, healing their wounds, and invigorating them. “we shalt not alloweth the h’rde prevail on this day.” Sir Righteous Rick screams rushing towards Faendrel, his blade drawn ready to cleave her in two. When in an explosion of fel a Felguard appears before him, with a twisted smile it drives its massive fiery blade right through Sir Righteous Rick’s stomach and lifts him off the ground. Sir Righteous Rick brings his holy blade down just as the Felguard heaves his blade, and the Paladin across the room. Sir Righteous Rick’s blade cleaves the demons head, burying into the foul things chest. It collapses its body smoking to the floor. Rick is sent across the room, pinned to the wall, his legs dangle about four or five feet from the floor.

Faendrel’s meditation comes to an end and she smirks evilly before summoning a pair of felbeasts. The rush over and leap up, their jaws closing on Sir Righteous Rick’s legs. Long curved fangs puncture flesh and muscle, as the beasts hang from their prey. Sir Righteous Rick bellows our in agony as the weight from the beasts causes the foul demonic weapon to start severing him in two. Blood spills from the massive hole in his gut, pooling on the floor. Reaching down Sir Righteous Rick grabs one of the beasts by its throat. He rips it from his leg taking out a meaty chunk of his thigh. Lifting it up he looks in the demon dogs eyes, as it snarls and snaps at his face. The snarling turns to whimpers, then to howls, as the beast struggles wildly for a few second before going limp. It lifeless form is dropped to the floor, it neck completely crushed. Sir Righteous Rick goes to speak as bright red blood bubbles from his mouth. Faendrel casts agony and corruption on him, before she starts draining his life. The remaining felbeast rips him free from the fel corrupted blade, it tears through his side and he lands in a bloody heap on the floor. “Your light won’t save you today.” Faendrel sneers as she pulls out a soul gem.

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Skalaz tapped his foot, the only sign that the goblin was irritated by the whole thing. Skalaz was a professional alchemist he had created many enhanced and many more homunculi. The goblin couldn’t tell, but he slightly felt as if Orion didn’t respect him for his intents… The timeless being seemed to only want to escape as soon as possible…

Skalaz listened, he was trying his own way to formulate how to rectify the situation. Skalaz might not have been a master of time magic but he was still powerful in his own right. The goblin would only need to factor in the oblivion curse, the masters signiture among other things…

Skalaz’s mind moved around a mile a minute, Skalaz had not tried to imply that Orion was weak, that the master was the only reason they could use such amazing power. Orion was a being of quite a great amount of time magic, perhaps one day, not this day, but one day Orion might see Skalaz for what he was not how the timeless one wanted to see him.

Skalaz narrowed his eyes, if Orion wanted to take Izzabelle far from this place to fix her Skalaz wouldn’t stop him. Orion seemed only interested in Sericon, Skalaz was not bonded with Izzabelle, but Skalaz was the one the master used to work on his minions… Skalaz didn’t mind not being liked, he had quite a few enemies, goblins rarely didn’t have some enemies… But the goblin liked a hint of respect, he didn’t command it to be like Salkeen, but the goblin would remember such things… Just like that the three left, teleported to wherever Orion had wanted them to go…

Now that they were gone the goblin could show his emotions… Snapping his fingers the goblin forced three alchemic beasts to explode into dematerialized splotches of fire that radiated from their cages… Skalaz gave a groan, he rather despised when things didn’t work out as it logically should… Looking over the goblin settled his eyes on the steel door covered with frost… If only that accident hadn’t happened, Skalaz would still have his brother, they would still be in Undermine living well… Skalaz promised he would still rescue his brother, he wouldn’t give up…

It wasn’t even a minute before the two elves returned, Orion hadn’t returned with them! So much for staying to watch over the Artificer’s workings…

Skalaz caught on immediately to what had happened, the curse effecting Izzabelle has erased some memories, she also didn’t even remember a thing after the transmutation. “Yes, your procedure is over, you may need a tweak or two but there is no more circle needed.” Skalaz stated, he mostly would just need to prod the women into trying to use her other forms related to the creatures he had added… If the women could even do a partial transformation, something like using her silithid mental link even with her body transformed as the most useful form for combat…

“Nothing to fear doll, the process can leave one with temporary memory loss! Combining creatures into a host body can mix up who’s memories belong to who, the body unfortunately warbles them up into a mess until they get sorted out.” Skalaz said bowing his head to try and truly apologize for the incident, he didn’t want Izzabelle to despise him for some mild and temporary side effects. “A good part is that sonetimes the effect jolts the memories bring back other dormant ones.” Skalaz said, he hoped master Isaik was watching, the goblin didn’t truly have skills in mental manipulation…

Skalaz turned to Sericon, “You up next! Step into the circle and I’ll go get the new creatures to mix with you.” Skalaz stated, he glanced back at Izzabelle, “If you could, would you mind grabbing the empty capsules around the alchemic circle and replace them with the filled ones on that table?” Skalaz said pointing to a large flat wooden table on the left side of the room that had stacks of metal capsules filled with alchemic materials. “His body will need more iron, carbon and water than yours did…”

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Izzabelle sighs in relief as both Sericon, and the Artificer Skalaz tell her the procedure was basically over. She doesn’t recall much of what happened. She remembers giving Sericon the two spiderlings and stepping into the circle, then she remembers pain, then nothing no until she woke up where she was now. In the arms of her bonded with her mind filled with holes. Izzabelle does feel that her body, and spirit feel stronger, more complete. It was probably the enhancements. Now that she had them the Artificer would most likely know how to teach her to connect its them, adding a few more forms to the few she already knew. Still the gaps in her mind were causing her undue stress.

Izzabelle calms a little and returns the hug, she knows that Sericon will be enhanced next. She hopes that he doesn’t pass out like she did, she wasn’t sure she would be able to lift him, unless she went into her Aranasi form.

Izzabelle turns and looks at Skalaz. “Oh is that all this is Master Artificer? Here I was getting worked up over nothing.” She says letting out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. “I suppose meshing creature to create an ultimate one can cause the mind to go a bit haywire until everything straightens itself out.” Izzabelle finishes. Now she knows that the gaps in her memory are from her mind trying to absorb the minds of the creatures used to augment her. She cannot wait to see what her and Sericon can accomplish once he has been empowered as well.

Izzabelle turns to Sericon and grins. “Did you hear, these enhancements might wake up the dormant memories that I have forgotten. Perhaps it will fill in many of those hollow craters in my cranium.” Izzabelle jokes, as Sericon places her carefully back on her feet.

“Yes I can Master Artificer.” Izzabelle says as she swiftly makes her way to the first empty capsule. She picks it up, then looks over at the table the Artificer had pointed out moments before, and smiles. Her hands mutate into that of a Nerubian, a strong sticky strand of web shoots from it wrapping around one of the full capsules she pulls it towards her and places it where the empty one once was. She moves around the alchemic circle removing g the Empty capsules and replacing them with the full ones. When finished she moves back over to stand beside The Master Artificer, and her Bonded. She quickly hugs Sericon before he heads to the circle to be upgraded.

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Isaik’s visage turned to watch Orion, almost like Isaik was dissecting him visually… “Words can fail people when their minds are so occupied… You are worried for her more than usual right now… Do not worry, I do not abandon my minions so easily…” Isaik hissed, the dark master would never let Izzabelle completely die even if he couldn’t get a deal with Orion.

Isaik listened carefully weaving together a possible story already for the women… The people he could use were rather small but the dark creature had a plan…

Isaik gave a dark chuckle, “You underestimate me, I have ways of adding others without adding anything truly at all. I have many minions…” Isaik said, he had already felt he might add, a timeless elf that was one of the masters minions, atleast in that way Izzabelle wouldn’t attack Orion if she saw him…

“As can I, it is why I am called the Puppet Master, I see everything my minions do, I have my plans and I send them down to be fulfilled. Even now I see Izzabelle…” Isaik stated, he began to search his robes for something of use… A small polished stone like one might find if glass had been rubbed smooth by a river…

Isaik located the small object and slowly brought it back to the light with his hand, “You see, I must give Izzabelle a past, without a past she might focus to hard to find one, by designing one I give her life other purpose… She may be bonded to Sericon and fulfill her job, but I feel those questions pop into her mind…” Isaik hissed, he would create a past to look back on, something that atleast fill the gaps in her mind.

Isaik tilted his head, “Time belongs to no one but chronomancy is a desired magic, one can always benefit from using such magic discreetly… We might want to avoid the bronze dragonflight however…” Isaik stated, he was meaning to grab a chronomancer of some kind, the masters power was great but even he had to ensure to cement what he had in time…

“Both are under my will, I might say welcome…” Isaik hissed, he held the polished stone in his hands before dark magic encapsuled the stone… When the magic pulled away what was revealed was a stone that reflected Izzabelle’s vision and sight. “Should your own power to see Izzabelle ever become clouded…” Isaik hissed presenting the stone to Orion, so long as Izzabelle was bonded to Isaik the stone would show what she saw… “I will create a past for Izzabelle… Give me a moment…” Isaik hissed, he now turned away towards a empty space… The dark master wove his hands around in the air conjuring a matrix of images that would act as Izzabelle’s new memory…

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Salkeen gave a cruel grin he didn’t look at the fel sun and it’s consumed demon prey, “I’ll be sure to remind you, when it’s a demonic creature worth while…” Salkeen hissed, his words smooth but filled with a edge of command.

“That pitiful creature didn’t deserve such attention from us, it was something of a insect, it deserves to be forgotten.” Salkeen said his pride showing, he however could never hide all his feelings from Jericha, “Though the screams of that pathetic creature we’re better than usual…” Salkeen admitted…

Salkeen admired their devotion before he warped to the upper levels of the Kiln. This was Salkeen’s personal levels, only reserved for Himself, his chosen minions like Jericha, Ahcirej and his children as well as his most loyal underlings. The underlings Salkeen was referring to were called The Burning, a elite group of zealous demons that saw Salkeen as a living god, they would always follow him. The other underlings allowed were The Blooded, a loyal group of felblood elves that had joined the legion around the time Salkeen had… The upper levels were not unlike how the black temple itself looked, lavish rooms for the blood elves, massive corridors lined with Salkeen’s triumphs carved into infernal brimstone. In a good many places they’re was great balconies that allowed those in the upper reaches of the Kiln to glance down at the working below, if one had strong enough vision they could even see all the way to the great beast pits at the very bottom of the Kiln. The most important part to note about the impressive and awe inspiring view was that the upper sanctums of the Kiln were above the fel Star, just as Salkeen was above the stars like a demonic god.

Salkeen did not stop long to gaze upon the sights, he had seen them before, how could he not, he owned the whole super structure. The demon lord strode forward among the halls of his most hallowed part of the Kiln, passing by rooms filled with felblood elves adorned in demonic armor, the demon lord glared within causing the warriors to stiffen and ready for orders before the demon lord simply passed onwards… Salkeen made his way towards the more open areas of the upper floors, a walkway that took them near the openings to glance down once more if they desired. Salkeen kept his prized beasts here, he wasn’t known as the Phoenix of the legion for nothing, the demon lord had great nesting structures for massive emerald green and sunset colored firehawks… The demon lord had released swarms of fel bats on Centralis, but his true power came from these flying creatures… It was finally that the demon lord made it to the room he desired, a personal portal matrix reserved for him and his chosen…

Salkeen turned casting his gaze across the room before leveling it upon a male felblood mage ready for orders… “Fetch me, a miniature reaver, you lord demands it…” Salkeen commanded. The Blooded mage saluted, “Yes my lord!”, before in a flash of arcane and fel magic the felblood elf teleported away to fulfill his masters need. Salkeen turned towards the two women he was sure followed him, “In a few moments we will be headed to the domain of the juggernaut, it goes by many names… The All Forge, The Realm of Metal and Fire, Mechaforge… This is a place not unlike the Kiln, a place of strength!” Salkeen paused he considered not telling the women what they would undoubtedly experience when they first arrived. “The Juggernaut will be testing us when we arrive… It’s a game we play…” Salkeen gave a malicious smile, “Whenever I visit, he tries to see if I’ll be captured, or injured by his newest toys… Defend yourselves, break whatever you like of testing room, but the Juggernaut is mine…” Salkeen growled, they had done this countless times, the Juggernaut creating stronger weapons, and Salkeen becoming more powerful… It was at this time the felblood reappeared in a flash of magic, the elf’s blade was drawn and stained with green ichor, before he pulled out the miniature reaver and kneeled placing his sword infront if him. “My lord!” The elf stated presenting the miniature reaver above his head and awaited whatever Lord Salkeen would do…

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“Yes My Lord.” States Ahcirej before her holographic image shimmers and blinks out of existence. Once back in the ships mechanical/computer like matrix, she send her consciousness up through the tubes and wires that internally connected the upper levels of the Kiln to where she was. She had to use a lot of will power to not spread herself across the matrix. There were so many places within it that she wanted to become a part of. Well perhaps a part of would be the wrong word, she couldn’t be a part of anything. Still when it came to being in here, and when she had taken control of that smaller Legion Vessel. She felt at home, like even without a proper bond she could remain there indefinitely. As she travels she looks out upon Lord Salkeen’s Great floating demonic fortress. She watches as his minions work away at keeping the Kiln in top condition. She starts to watch the creation of a fel reaver, but quickly leaves. Arriving at the upper levels she creates another holographic image of herself, and kneels. “Lord Salkeen, I await your commands.”

Ahcirej doesn’t have to wait long for her Lord to address them. As she listens intently to every word Lord Salkeen is saying, her eyes move to Jericha. She can tell just by the way she is standing, that the idea of going to this Mechaforge of this Juggernaut wasn’t sitting well with her. She watched as both her fel and artifact eyes flare up a bit at the mention of being tested. Ahcirej herself welcomed the idea of being tested, although she was a bit confused as to how that would actually work. “Lord Salkeen, Defending myself shouldn’t be a problem, hitting something that lacks existence is kind of impossible. Yet breaking things in the testing room might prove to be problematic for me, do to that same lack of existence.” She speaks, her head bowed as she remains kneeling before him. She looks at Jericha who makes a soft growl as she reaches up and places a hand on the back of her neck. Ahcirej then takes a moment to look around the room.

Ahcirej’s attention is drawn to the Felblood as it appears in a flash of magic. Her eyes are drawn to the green ichor stained blade, just as much as they are drawn to the miniature reaver. She finds herself curious as to what the green goo is. She then watches him present himself to his Lord. She has an idea as to what the reaver is for, yet it is still the blade that draws her attention. Did he have to fight to obtain the miniature thing. Part of her mind wants to set the little reaver ablaze with holy fire. Not to destroy it, but more to cleanse it of any possible impurities. Still for now she doesn’t to do that, instead she waits to see what her Lord will say next.

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Sericon hardly liked lying to Izzabelle, as his bonded he wasn’t entirely fond of the deceit. It wasn’t that he didn’t like lying, as apart of the legion, and a vile killer he was, subterfuge and scheming was pretty regular. Sericon could recall lying to several demons while he was once under Salkeen’s thrall, the overconfident and vile demons saw him as lesser. Sericon had been some of the few blood elves that were not apart of Salkeen’s infamous Blooded sect, They has been acting under their lord for many thousands of years in the nether before Sericon even showed up… A thought did appear to him, perhaps the Artificer wasn’t lying, the way he presented the words, though prompted by Sericon himself, did seem like he was repeating a disclaimer for goblin medications…

Sericon gave a sincere grin under his metal mask, he felt so odd to be wearing such encompassing helmets after casting spells for so very long. He figured he would eventually grow to like it, despite the horrid chance of helmet hair! Sericon sighed internally, the helmet was necessary if he wasn’t gonna die to some ghastly blow to the skull. Sericon looked at Izzabelle again realizing something, “Sounds great to me, perhaps it can jostle some memories about my own past that were wiped by this medical procedure.” Sericon said tapping his helmet with his gauntlet, he was of course referring to his lobotomy.

Sericon nodded, he was ready, but internally he was still trying to prepare himself, to be ripped apart and put back together through alchemy sounded horrifically painful especially if one took the experiences Izzabelle just went through as reference as well.

Sericon gave his bonded a quick hug back before moving into the dreaded alchemic circle, he wondered what Skalaz would be putting into his mix? The question didn’t linger for long before the goblin reappeared from the darkness using magic to move three metal darkened cages… playing them around the circle Skalaz finally stood ready…

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Jaseiah stood before the closed door, she had no idea what she would find on the other side. She just knew that she had a sibling awaiting her there. Taking a deep breath Jaseiah reaches for the handle, only to discover their wasn’t one. She steps back and looks over the door, there’s no door handle, no hinges. She kneels to see if perhaps they were hand holds in which to slide the door up, she sees none. She then check the walls on either side for any abnormality in its surface. Both sides are a smooth inky black. Jaseiah puts her hands against the door and pushes, nothing. Now this was a conundrum, she needed to get through the door but how? She tries almost everything she can think of, but is thwarted at every turn. In a rage she sends her war hammer flying across the room at it. There’s an explosion of force that blasts Jaseiah back into the wall about 7 yards away. Her hammer strikes the wall a hairs breadth above her head, before falling onto it. Jaseiah winces in pain and curses as she snatched up her weapon, while rising to her feet. She storms over to the door, her father would be able to blast the dang thing right into oblivion. Seeing as how no one was around, that she was aware of. Jaseiah gave into her anger and threw a little fit, balling up her fists, stomping her feet, growling, then kicking the door.

Huffing, she leans back against the door, punching it with the side of her fist. “Ugh! This is so stupid, just let me in alrea…” her grumbling complaint comes to a halt and turns into a startled “aaaahhhh!” as the door just vanishes, causing her to stumble back and fall on her derrière. She swiftly rises to her feet cursing under her breath and rubbing her slightly bruised backside. Still sputtering profanity she looks around the room she is in her eyes widen, and she feels uneasy and a little queasy in the stomach department. It was the lab of a mad man, there were table lining two of the walls. Some covered in containers, flasks, vials tubes, all sorts of alchemic devices, while others held jars of various shapes, sizes, and makes. Most of these wher filled with some vicious fluid with what looked like limbs and organs floating inside of them. On one of the bloody tables a lynx was strapped down, the whole top of its skull had been removed. Bits and pieces of its brain had been carved out, and were now in little marked jars near it. As Jaseiah got closer she could hear the soft whine coming from the tortured creature, could see its eyes flickering in pain. As she continued her approach, she sees that it’s has been eviscerated its guts are in a heap on the floor. It is then that the smell hits Jaseiah causing her to double over and gag. She rushes across the room, bringing her hammer down on the lynxes head, putting the torture beast out of its misery. This puts her beside one of the larger vats in the room, it is filled with a milking like substance. It makes it hard to see what might be lurking within it.

Pressing her hands to the glass she brings her face close trying to get a better look. Suddenly an horrific creature appears twisted skull filled with fangs slams against the vat from within right next to her face. Jaseiah shrieks and stumbles back, her leg hitting a cage on the floor and jostling it. A long black tentacle shoots from the depths of the cage and wraps around her boots. It binds her calf’s together and pulls her off of her feet. It starts pulling her towards the cage, all she can see in the darkness is glowing eyes and teeth. She casts judgement at the creature, It shrieks releasing her legs as it recoils to the back of the cage. Jaseiah slowly gets to her feet a bit shocked up. Normally she wouldn’t be so shaken, but the sheer darkness, despair, and malice that permeates the very air had her on edge. The guide Yumara had created vanished once it had gotten her to the door, its job having been completed. She looks around at the cages, some empty, some containing horrific bestial experiments. While others held animals, monsters and humanoid like creatures that were awaiting experimentation. Shivering Jaseiah moves deeper into the twisted lair that she knew held her sibling, her weapon drawn and ready.

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Skalaz narrowed his eyes at the girl within his plague hood, technically he had lied to the women, not that he truly cared, goblins were deceitful and vile creatures, most goblins would try to sell the women back her own memories with some fabulous thing she could buy. Skalaz wasn’t like that, atleast not anymore, a younger Skalaz had been that way using alchemy and magic to bully his way around the Undermine. Skalaz refocused on the current moment however, technically he wasn’t lying all that much, alchemically fusing creatures had a literal list of side effects, memory loss was on that list.

Skalaz continued watching and preparing the room for Sericon to go next, he moved some things around looking for the creatures he desired to mesh… Theoretically he could go check the gnomes lab, it was nearby and Skalaz had been sending drudges to go grab things of usefulness… He decided against it however, watching the two elves, he couldn’t quite remember if the alchemic treatment could actually jolt memory, it was just likely that Isaik had been watching…

Skalaz nodded, it was good that after the treatment Izzabelle was not only socially open but could still perform superb motor functions, as well as her adaptations were blooming already. As Izzabelle was replacing the capsules that were filled with mundane materials, things like carbon, iron, hydrogen, oxygen, silicon, nitrogen and other elements that made up reality. Skalaz himself had to go check one of the more important pieces… Heading slightly away from the elves Skalaz found a lovely pair of large metal doors that went into the floor… Pulling them up the goblin went inside this underground space, wandering for all but a moment to see how the “filters” were doing… Needless to say it was a full on horror show…

Behind a magical barrier was a room of blood elves… or atleast it once was a room of blood elves, most of them were now missing large portions of their body… In one of the corners was a blood elves male screaming because his skin had been dematerialized, all his bones, muscle and sinew exposed to the air! He was unfortunately still alive and quite conscious, the spells were not like a surgeon it only took what it needed… Skalaz could tell however the poor fool would eventually die from blood loss… Another three grasped at either stumps on their arms or legs, placed the spell simply removed the whole limb… One particular women was screaming trying to close up her abdomen with her hands, most of her lower organs were gone, simply dematerialized! Skalaz looked around some had no eyes or eyelids, facial structures at all… There was blood all over the inside area, but Skalaz nodded curtly, they were still mostly alive and therefore could be used for Sericon as a filter. Skalaz paused for a moment, he should probably add a void elf or two as to ensure the circle doesn’t try to reverse his transformation into this void like form he had… Smapping his fingers the goblin opened a portal to a place he knew all to well… The portal opened up into the barrier depositing three void elves among the bleeding and mangled blood elf population. With a good pook of filters, Skalaz nodded, this would do…

The goblin made his way out of the under area of the alchemic circle and among the caged beasts of his lab… Searching for a bit the goblin found a perfect three animals to mix the elf with… Skalaz made his way back to the alchemic circle with the three cages and placed them in the three outter ringed areas the animals had been before for Izzabelle…

The first cage was obvious, one could hear the silithid reaver protesting the imprisonment by chittering angrily before taking the bars… The others could be heard, one large cage hissed in rage before slamming the cage hard! The creature inside was big, with scaly claws. And the last had something shuffle around a rather large creature, before one might hear metal scraping on metal. It was now time, Skalaz took his position on the outside of the circle and begun to weave the spell, however before it wound up to high, Skalaz snapped his fingers snatching Sericon’s armor from his body except for a modest pair of pants and putting it outside the circle…

The rings lit up in bright purple and red illuminating the cages, revealing the first as indeed a silithid reaver, the second was a large white gorilla, but that wasn’t the only thing about it! The gorilla roared in protest before saying, “Let me free, Da’kani gorillas will come!” The last cage was revealed to be a rather irate twilight Drake, rearing back it tried to extend its wings futilely… Now the transmutation could begin, the three prime creatures began their dematerialization and flooded into Sericon! The silithid would enhance his bond to Izzabelle, even if they were devoid of magic and other wards the telepathic bond would endure! The silithids chitin body was broken down to serve as fortifications to Sericon’s bones and flesh. The gorilla dematerialization happened next with a shriek of defiance before the beast died! It’s incredible muscle mass would serve to quadruple Sericon’s own, when the spell would be over the elf would be able to take on much more straining weight! The brains of the gorilla were repurposed to ensure Sericon’s own mind was unaffected by the transmutation, even with new found muscles the elf could still fix a crashed legion fighter. Finally the twilight Drake dematerailized, further reinforcing the muscles mass of the elf, empowering his latent void in his body and perfecting his skin. Sericon’s skin would feel like the highest quality of leathers while retaining the strength and durability to absorb blows from the sharpest blades…

Skalaz monitered the whole transmitting this time, Sericon would not have the same reaction as Izzabelle on his watch. Skalaz still felt uneasy as Sericon started screaming loudly, the goblin considered cycling the spell down when he heard Sericon reaffirm his decision to be enhanced, “I can take it!!” Finally the transmutation ceased, the smoke slowly clearing to reveal Sericon, he looked better… The elf now had rippling muscles… Sericon stumbled forward catching himself with one of his muscles and toned arms before looking up…

“How do you feel?” Skalaz asked examining every piece of Sericon he could see, he had to ensure it was perfect… Sericon exhaled deeply, “I feel taller…” the void elf joked…

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Fushan had closed his eyes in a short meditative stance while awaiting for the young human to be ready… It wasn’t till Wushi, his air elemental whispered to him the words of the dwarf Fushan realized he may have been forgotten… Before the old bear could even protest it seemed the young individuals had taken to the sky and simply left him behind! Fushan looked up, quizzically, he knew he looked a lot like the natives but surely the young women could recognize the bear they had traveled to Mount Neverest for? As Myrandah continued to fly further and further away, Fushan saw his answer, apparently he could be forgotten.

Fushan turned to Wushi, “Any idea where they might be headed??” The old bear asked… The pandaren air elemental chartered before clapping its hands, “I myself must make my way back to Stormwind, gather what allies I can, freeing my friends from their sick evil clutches won’t be easy.” Wushi repeater in Myrandah’s voice. “Well old friend it appears we are heading to Stormwind…” Fushan said giving his windy friend a grin before Wushi dissipated into the air.

Fushan stared out at his trek ahead, he would use all his wisdom, experience and ancient pandaren knowledge to reach Stormwind before Myrandah, or… The old pandaren chuckled to himself, he would use the hearthstone he had in his left pocket! With a clever grin the pandaren vanished from Pandaria appearing within the Blue Recluse. As soon as Fushan appeared he found a nice seat outside in the calm sea breeze air, before Wushi appeared again in the seat nearby. Fushan gave a curt nod, “I take it your trip was as smooth as mine?” Fushan says with a smile, Wushi only responded with a happy chitter… “Think you can find those allies Myrandah was talking about?” Fushan says with a smile as he picked up a tea glass from the table and began to sip.

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Ahcire struggled, the containment had gotten so small, it was so hard to breath… Ahcire’s eyes flashed open, slamming his fist against the glass the machine whirled to life once more, with resounding sounds of machinery the cloning device readied the last of its systems before the glass creaked open and let Ahcire drop to the floor. The first thing Ahcire could do was cough and vomit up the amniotic fluid that filled his lungs, before grasping forward to try and remember how life felt like… Blinking his eyes the first thing he realized was that he was a male now… Ahcire landed breathing hard on the ground, completely being destroyed than rebirthed by a cloning tube… Taking many moments he pushed himself up, he was wearing pants somehow, but the rest of his armor seemed to be gone…

Ahcire slowly rise to his feet, stumbling a bit like a new born before he noticed the weapons and armor placed across the room yet nearby for him… It seemed this master had prepared for his rebirth… Ahcire sighed, he would need a bit longer but he would need to return to his lord… It was just a matter of where his lord had gone… “Hello? Is anyone here?” Ahcire called out…

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