Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

[Varicar-emerald-dream (Varicar)]

“Where are they headed?” Isaik hissed…

Varicar looked back at Isaik who was in furious rage. He didn’t know his master to become so emotional over such things but perhaps it was because of Yumara who he had been carrying. “There current know trajectory is that of Azeroth, I’m unsure where they will land though…” Varicar said calculating…

The homunculus looked back at Isaik again then to his mother like figure, “She is unconscious… I may attempt to heal her.” Varicar said.

Isaik glared at him like a demon guarding his treasure before slowly letting down his guard and placing Yumara on the ground near Varicar.

Varicar set to work immediately, channeling chi energy into her body and mind while sitting in a meditative state. He was looking for any signs of activity within her. He could then use that to try to awaken her… Varicar felt shame, disappointed in himself, he had let his guard down and in the process harmed his mother…

“Will you go to Reavrix?” Asked Varicar as he worked on Yumara’s body… Varicar knee the answer though, Isaik couldn’t just strife over to Reavrix with Jericha nearby… Now that Izzabelle was missing and Yumara was unconscious, Jericha would be feeling quite alone…

[Izzabelle-draka (Izzabelle)]

Smuggs tried to pat Izzabelle on the back, “You rescued me, I’ll do my best to do the same.”

She looks up at Smuggs and tries to smile. “I worry Salkeen was able to pull Ahcirej to him from Centralis while he was on Azeroth with Jericha.” Izzabelle’s body trembles with fear “I’m not sure if he could do the same with me. So that worries me.

Smuggs nudged her on her arm. Looking at her in the eyes, he tried to calm her. “I can see your nervous, don’t worry though, if there’s anyone I trust it’s Fushan. I mean just look at how the elements respond to him.” Smuggs said hoping to ease her fears, he knew she was on edge.

Part of her knows that she shouldn’t be fearful of Fushan. Still that same part of her also trusted Jericha, Yumara, and Salkeen and look where that got her. Yet having Smuggs speak to her was calming her a little, as was Sericon’s presence, even with his being unconscious. She looks around she didn’t even notice the elements at first. The mental and emotional pan were still eating away at her mind and soul. Luckily most of the void had been destroyed by the blast of fel that claimed her life just a bit earlier. She turns her attention back to the tea drinking panda.

“Considering only a few trees and bamboo got trimmed I must say you’re still good pilots.”

“Smuggs here was the pilot, I just held on for dear life.”

Fushan looked around the forest as the wind breezed, “This beach is home to many beasts of Pandaria, let us move your friend here before some of them come across us.” Fushan explained, he could see the forest in all its wonder.

She looks around them reaching for her daggers, and the thought of danger lurking around them. She opens her mouth and three of her plague fel spiders climb out of it and up into her hair. She forcefully calms herself before taking on her Aranasi form. She wasn’t sure how this Fushan would take it if she did. “Yyyyes. Getting out of hhhhere sounds gggood.” Izzabelle is startled by the sudden gust of wind in her face. She back flips and lands on her feet weapons drawn…

“He should be much lighter now. Come now, let me atleast give you a place of warm shelter.” Fushan said sincerely, he turned and started walking towards the ocean, before he placed his foot on the water and began walking across its surface. If the others followed they to would find the ability to tread the waters surface.

It took Izzabelle a few moments to realize that Fushan had cast a spell to make Sericon lighter from the sounds of it. She slowly resheaths her daggers but keeps her hands close to them. She hated being this on edge, she didn’t like feeling like no one could be trusted.

As Fushan began to move onward Smuggs did what he would next, he hefted Sericon over his shoulder and carefully walked after the shaman. Looking back, he saw the worry still in Izzabelle’s eyes. “Don’t worry, he should be waking up soon! But I think he might be more agreeable when he wakes up, if he wakes up near a warm fire!” Smuggs said trying to get Izzabelle to follow.

Izzabelle watches as Fushan walks off and then Smuggs lifts Sericon up over his shoulders. She cannot help the slight snicker that falls from her lips, it was a rather humorous sight. Still though she worried about why … *it almost seemed like Smuggs could read her mind, or perhaps it was the way she had been staying close to Sericon. “You’re right a warm fire and shelter would be nice. Besides waking up next to a warm fire is always preferable over waking up in a warm fire.” She then begins slowly following Smuggs, and Fushan. She is unsure at first about stepping onto the water, and finds herself breathing easier when she does so and doesn’t fall through it. She then follows the others a bit more quickly her ears listening for danger, while her eyes never left Sericon.

[Yuiko-draka (Yuiko)]

Orion sensing something wrong goes to leap on Izzabelle’s shoulder to teleport her. Izzabelle with her hand still on the device that Smuggs gave her, presses the button. It shocks Orion but doesn’t do the damage that was expected. Orion is disoriented for a few seconds.

Orion had been watching Izzabelle for some time. When she had switched to speaking Gnomish, at first he tuned out to give her some privacy. He knew about her adoptive father of sorts. He had no interest in hearing her carry on about her family. Still the damage to her soul and mind was considerable. When her body started attacking itself he became concerned. This could very well kill her, he wasn’t worried about her death. He was worried about the amount of damage the void was doing to her already fractured mind. He looks down at her from his little broom, and sees her passing the life tinkering Gnome her demonic gateway. That’s when he knows something is wrong. He needed to get her back to Isaik, and Yumara now. He goes to leap on her shoulder to teleport the both of them, just as Izzabelle presses the button on the device she is holding. An electrical shock of sorts rips through his form disorienting him.

Then he screams in rage into the minds of Yumara, Isaik, Salkeen, Jericha, As he does this he also screams out loud. His voice echoes all around. ”BETRAYAL. We have been Betrayed“ Just as he finishes and goes to teleport Izzabelle away he feel the blade sink into his form. In less than a nano second later his form is completely obliterated. Leaving nothing behind not even dust. The Dagger of breaking Gnome didn’t work as intended when it came to him. It did however prevent him from bending to another body for a few minutes. He thought to just remain near Izzabelle in spiritual form, taking her to Yumara, and Isaik once he reclaimed his form. That option was removed when he felt Yumara’s mind shut down. Vanishing he appears next to Yumara just as Isaik pulls her into his form. He follows Isaik as he tears through his vessel trying to get to the traitors. He witness it as both Izzabelle’s and Isaik’s powers collide, the resulting explosion of fel would probably remain in the sky for centuries. He also heard the atmospheric boom of a ship entering warp speed.

“She is unconscious… I may attempt to heal her.” Varicar said.

Isaik glared at him like a demon guarding his treasure before slowly letting down his guard and placing Yumara on the ground near Varicar.

Varicar set to work immediately, channeling chi energy into her body and mind while sitting in a meditative state.

Orion watched as The living homunculi tried healing Yumara. It would work once he himself regained his form. Yumara and him were irrevocably bound together. About a minute after Varicar starts channeling his chi energy into Yumara Orion recovers his body and appears next to the Monk on his tiny broom. He leaps of the broom and lands on Yumara’s chest. A moment later he is purring and butting his head against Yumara’s face.

Meanwhile with Yumara

Yumara had been speaking with Master when Orion’s message of betrayal had bombarded her mind. She didn’t actually need the confirmation she had felt the original attack against him, and wasn’t pleased. She was about to retaliate when suddenly everything went dark and her mind and body shut down. The last thing she remembers seeing and hearing are Master.

There’s no thought, no feeling, no life, just nothingness, which leads into more nothingness. Then there’s the annoying feeling of something small, but a little cold and slimy rubbing against her face. At first it’s just a minor irritation, eventually though she reaches her limit. Her eyes crack open a sliver as her hand comes up and pushes Orion off of her. She grits her teeth waiting for the pain to come, as it always did when she reconnected her mind with her body. This time however while there was some pain it was but an echo of what she was expecting. As she reconnects with both her body and the tendrils that Master has within her, she can feel more of her strength returning and finally opens her eyes completely.

They are no longer on Masters vessel the sky above her resembles an aurora of fel energies. It is actually rather breathtaking to behold. She then realizes the reason that she didn’t feel the usual pain was because, her son was healing her. She could feel that he was disappointed with himself and his inability to stop the betrayal from the others. She reaches over and Takes Varicar’s hand and squeezes it, letting him know she was okay. Still it is Masters presence that helps her the most, just having him close, expedites the healing of her mind. She opens her mouth and only one word falls from her lips ”Master”

[Jericha-draka (Jericha)]

“You are nothing, you were always nothing…” Hissed Salkeen striding up to the demon lord… “And now you are my prisoner.” Salkeen snapped, he glared back at the others. “Victory!”

Jericha waited until she knew Lord Salkeen had Reavrix bound and unable to break free, before moving up to stand closer to him. Which proves to be a mistake. She goes to open her mouth but nothing comes out. Within the glowing red gem affixed between Lord Salkeen’s glowing horns, Ahcirej screams. The holy light is torn from her and slams back into Jericha, entering in through her nose mouth and eyes. It bursts throughout her Ethereal form, shredding it as light over takes void. A nana second later patches of void start appearing. They eat away at the light corrupting and destroying it. Only for the light to return and destroy the void. Jericha’s body is rapidly destroying and remaking itself. She stares at Lord Salkeen unable to either speak or move. Switching continuously between void and light. Lord Salkeen can feel Jericha’s mind ready to snap.

His soul fragment lashes out and grabs the excess void and light trying to power itself. Both forces flood the burning fel soul shard, forcing it to grow in both size and power. Right now Jericha is both Lord Salkeen’s Void which and the Holy Light and it was slowly going to destroy her. With Salkeen’s soul shard feeding off of the abundance of light and void, Jericha is able to speak as the pain eases a bit. “Lord Salkeen, Ahcirej is no longer a part of me… as such she can no longer be the wielder of my Holy Light.” For the first time in a long time Jericha needed Yumara’s help, but fear of Isaik prevented her from going to her. Jericha moves further away from Ahcire, who’s resemblance to Ahcirej sets Her even more on edge. She instead moves closer to Lord Salkeen. As her rapidly changing form brushes up against him, he’s flooded with. Both void and light.

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

“There current know trajectory is that of Azeroth, I’m unsure where they will land though…”

Isaik tapped his finger against the tome within his robes… “Of course he would head to Azeroth, he knows I can’t just send a army to forcefully bring them back in chains…” Isaik said irritated, “Where is Lord Salkeen, have him summon her back here against her will!” Isaik hissed.

“Will you go to Reavrix?”

“Jericha’s mental state is unwell, I can’t just appear among them, we might stand to lose the last of the original women…” Isaik replied in deep thought, this would be a challenge…

”Master”

Isaik turned to glance down at Yumara, this was better, things had gone so wrong so fast… Isaik couldn’t even begin to figure out where Smuggs, the traitor, would take her… If he brought her to him, who knew what could happen!

“Arise Yumara, we have much to do! Reavrix is container, Izzabelle has fled and…” Isaik paused as he felt discharged of energy building up near Salkeen… “Jericha…” Hissed Isaik… Isaik wanted to appear among the others within the Titan in a flash of shadows but it was not feasible…

“Salkeen! Bring Reavrix to me!” Isaik commanded mentally, Isaik tried to push his will upon Salkeen, the demon lord would have a powerful desire to bring Reavrix to Isaik… Isaik grinned wildly, when all this was done, Salkeen and the others would be rewarded!

[Salkeen-antonidas (Salkeen)]

Salkeen heard a low pressure boom of a ship leaving atmosphere… Those traitors had left right on the eve of Salkeen’s victory? The demon lord wished he would punish them dearly but it was the moment of his victory he could ill afford to leave Reavrix with the lesser minions…

Within the glowing red gem affixed between Lord Salkeen’s glowing horns, Ahcirej screams. The holy light is torn from her and slams back into Jericha, entering in through her nose mouth and eyes.

Salkeen himself was taken back by the blast of power, he could feel Ahcirej’s and Jericha’s pain. He snarled in pain as the energy was overwhelming Jericha, he could feel her mind ready to break.

“Lord Salkeen, Ahcirej is no longer a part of me… as such she can no longer be the wielder of my Holy Light.”

Salkeen growled through the connected pain he felt from Jericha, it was only exasperated as he and Jericha touched causing the same chaotic energy to flood into him! The demon lord raged, he could see Reavrix though throughly defeated still mocking him! Salkeen’s eyes began to glow brighter as he wished to burn Reavrix out of existence when he barely remembered that they needed him alive! Salkeen snarled and turned his head to instead send a blast of fel through the skull of the dead Titan. Blasting a sizable hole put to the fresher air outside! With the Titan dead and fallen the skull was not the higher up so Isaik, Varicar had the others had a blast occur above them…

“Salkeen! Bring Reavrix to me!”

Salkeen snarled, he heard his masters commands! He would not just mindlessly grovel near his master however, still enraged Salkeen grabbed Reavrix by his shoulder producing the flesh with his hook like claws! With a glare that would silence the other minions if they protested he took Reavrix and ensured Jericha stayed right behind him as he approached the hole he had made in the titans skull! Salkeen peered from the Titan skull down to Isaik and the others outside and below, with a mighty heave Salkeen threw Reavrix from the higher position of the Titan skull down to Isaik.

Reavrix fell as Salkeen tossed the once demon gods body to his master below! Reavrix landed hard with a thud, it was almost hard enough to break his bones… Salkeen stood on the edge of his hole in the titans skull, he and his Jericha would remain up here above them all! “Take what you desire from him! But then he is mine!” Salkeen roared! Reavrix looked up and saw Isaik, what little blood he had in his face drained away… “No, it can’t be you! Your supposed to be dead! You can’t be here!!” Reavrix gasped, before him was something he knew, something he had dealt with long ago…

[Maleok-emerald-dream (Maleok)]

Maleok relaxed finally the enemy was imprisoned, the war could end… The death knight saw no reason to do much other than wait for his next orders…

Maleok was taken back as Jericha and Salkeen reacted violently, the light and void colliding creating fel! The two seemed extremely pained yet in some ways empowered! Jericha seemed to need to rely on Salkeen and Salkeen instead used his power to blow a new hole out of the Titan.

Salkeen must had heard something cause the demon lord took the prisoner glaring at all the minions as if asking them to challenge him and tossed him down to the master below… Salkeen stood tall, Jericha by his side… Maleok saw no their thing to do but stand beside Jericha and wait for more commands.

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

She felt sluggish and tired, it was so hard to move. Everything seemed to be running so slow, even her mind seemed to be lagging. She remembers Orion telling her that she could be destroyed if she tried to leave this containment of her. At first she thought to escape anyways, but the three of the working in tandem manages to subdue her. She was in the presence of her lord when she next gained consciousness. His presence even though she wasn’t bound to him eased her mind. What she wasn’t expecting was being slammed with an abundance of Holy energy. She woke up a little more, looking around she realized that Her Lord, Her Twin and the Blood Binder are in a life and death battle, with a self proclaimed god. It seemed that the fight would never end until…

“You are nothing, you were always nothing…” Hissed Salkeen striding up to the demon lord… “And now you are my prisoner.” Salkeen snapped, he glared back at the others. “Victory!”

She felt relief flood throughout her, it was finally over and her Lord had claimed his victory over this false god. Even with the power of a Titan this Reavrix was still brought low. For a moment everything seemed okay until Jericha approaches. She shrieks in agony as she feels like she is being ripped apart, her shade like form is being shredded. The pain has her writhing about on the floor of her safe haven. She can feel the holy light being ripped from her. A flash later it is tearing through Jericha, completely destroying her. Then in the next instant the void returned eradicating the light. Then the light burns away the darkness, only to have the darkness grow and suffocate the light.

Ahcirej was being torn apart and ripped from her protective gem. She tries desperately to hold onto something, anything, she was afraid.

His soul fragment lashes out and grabs the excess void and light trying to power itself. Both forces flood the burning fel soul shard, forcing it to grow in both size and power. Right now Jericha is both Lord Salkeen’s Void which and the Holy Light and it was slowly going to destroy her. With Salkeen’s soul shard feeding off of the abundance of light and void,

She feels a reprieve from the unbearable agony as Lord Salkeen’s soul fragment begins feeding off of the Light and Void, bombarding Jericha’s body. She suddenly realizes what is happening, she couldn’t be The holy light any longer and Jericha was re laiming that magic. Still she didn’t understand why her very existence was being absorbed as well, that was what was happening.

[Fushan-emerald-dream (Fushan)]

“Smuggs here was the pilot, I just held on for dear life.”

Fushan walking on the water glanced back at Izzabelle, “Just held for dear life? I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. Would you both have made it here without your aid? A single strand may not see the whole design of a tapestry but each has its purpose.” Fushan said striding across the clear and surprisingly calm water.

Fushan did nothing when Izzabelle jumped back on edge her daggers drawn. Hopefully she would calm down and let the spirit of Pandaria fill her with peace… The shaman however gave a knowing smile as he heard Izzabelle give a small snicker, perhaps she was opening up already.

You’re right a warm fire and shelter would be nice. Besides waking up next to a warm fire is always preferable over waking up in a warm fire.”

Fushan continued walking across the water passing several large pillars of earth, the grass and breeze blowed calmly against them. “I can offer your friend there a warm bed if need be.” Fushan said approaching a large pillar of stone that jutted from the ocean. At first it looked like Fushan was going to try and make them climb a sheer cliff when instead the panda felt the wall and seemingly ducked behind what looked like solid rock!

Fushan continued walked however, it was a optical illusion the spire of rock had a easy walkway, it was just hidden by the clever shape of the rocks… “Now we head up!” Fushan said in a happily calm voice. Above them all was the trail of smoke from a pandaren chimney! The smell of fresh soup could be smelt drifting down the cliff side.

Smuggs stopped for a moment a smelled the air, “I haven’t smelled that in a long time!” The gnome chirped.

“You are free to have some, so long as Suut is willing to share.” Fushan said still steadily walking higher up the pillar… Finally after a bit of walking around the pillar getting higher and higher they reached Fushans home…

On a large flat part of the pillar that was covered in bright green grass and smelled heavily of soup and ocean breeze was a quaint little pandaren home… It looked big enough for all of them, and from the top trailed smoke from a cooking fire. “Welcome to my home, make yourselves at home.” Fushan said walking up the the door and opening it to walk inside. Near the back of the home in the kitchen was a boiling pot of soup, it looked quite fresh! At first it looked unattended until a pandaren fire elemental floated by it dropping in some salt. “That is Suut, he loves to cook.” Fushan said sitting down at a nearby chair. The old pandaren looked st Smuggs who carefully put Sericon down on a pile of pillows.

“So little one? Why did you decide to visit? I’ve neber known you to drop by unless you need something.” Fushan asked sipping his tea.

Smuggs looked a bit nervous before finally saying. “We were in quite a jam with some nasty demon types. I feel Sericon here might have done mental twisting going on, and…” Smuggs looked at Izzabelle unsure if she wanted him to say, but he really trusted Fushan so he hoped she’d understand. “Izzabelle here has had some troubling damage to her mind and soul as well… If there’s anyone I trust to have a remedy it’s you!” Smuggs said.

Fushan nodded, complicated indeed. He could help, but he would never force anything on the two elves… “I have some herbs that might help, but also my friend the soul and mind, need time and their own strength to heal.” Fushan said gesturing for the others to sit if they so desired. “What is it you want Izzabelle?”

[Izzabelle-draka (Izzabelle)]

As she follows Smuggs, and Fushan, her mind cannot help but jump to darker places. She stares at Sericon’s unconscious body, she was the reason he was like that. She truly hadn’t meant for him to be hurt. She had betrayed his trust, she wasn’t any better than Isaik or Salkeen was she. No that’s not true you just wanted to get away before your mind was destroyed. Just look at him Izzabelle, you did this to him. He probably thought that you were his friend, then you stab him in the back. You wonder why Jericha let you go so easily. Your friendship is worthless. That isn’t true, you just wanted to go home. You had your body, and soul destroyed and you needed to escape It’s sad that you are trying to convince yourself, that you will ever be anything other than a betrayer. No you are not Yes you are.

“I can offer your friend there a warm bed if need be.” Fushan said approaching a large pillar of stone that jutted from the ocean.

The Pandaren’s words, cut through the ongoing conversation that assaulted her mind. It also brought her mind back up out of the dark place it was going. Having spent plenty of time here in Pandaria with Yumara, she knew that dark thoughts called dark things to you. She looks at the large pillar of stone. If the circumstances surrounding her being here, had been different. She would have been much more intrigued by the optical illusions, instead she just followed the three as they moved up the piller. Her soul still burned, her body was still being slowly destroyed from the inside, as the fel purged the remaining void.

“So little one? Why did you decide to visit? I’ve neber known you to drop by unless you need something.” Fushan asked sipping his tea.

Smuggs looked a bit nervous before finally saying. “We were in quite a jam with some nasty demon types. I feel Sericon here might have done mental twisting going on, and…” Smuggs looked at Izzabelle unsure if she wanted him to say, but he really trusted Fushan so he hoped she’d understand. “Izzabelle here has had some troubling damage to her mind and soul as well… If there’s anyone I trust to have a remedy it’s you!” Smuggs said.

She wasn’t sure why the life Tinkerer had wanted to visit. She herself hadn’t planned on visiting anyone other than family. She had just wanted to get away, and really hadn’t given much thought into what she would do next. For the time being she had no intention of turning on those back on Centralis. But you already have, they will find you, and drag you back, it’s just a matter of time she shakes her head as Smuggs speaks about their demonic problems I am one of those nasty demon types though. she looks at Sericon, is there a chance that his mind had been tampered with, Master Isaik was extremely gifted in mental manipulation, that was a good possibility. She was a bit angry at Smuggs for spilling her problems to someone that was still a stranger to her. It didn’t matter if he trusted him or not. Still what’s out of the bag is out of the bag. Still the flames of her fel burned across her flesh, the damage to her mind and soul weren’t going to be fixed with a cup of tea.

“I have some herbs that might help, but also my friend the soul and mind, need time and their own strength to heal.” Fushan said gesturing for the others to sit if they so desired. “What is it you want Izzabelle?”

Then again while he might not be able to help with the emotional and psychological damage. He could perhaps heal the physical damage. What did she want… “I want to be a part of Jericha again. I want to go home and visit my family and not have them look at me like I’m a monster. I want Sericon not to hate me for being a creature no better than the ones I fled. I want to see Captain and have a drink with him. I want to see Yumara smiling as she comes upstairs to fix Coffee for herself and Rogal. I want to be able to trust again.”

[Yuiko-draka (Yuiko)]

Yumara, still felt anger at Izzabelle for her attack against Orion. However she wasn’t surprised it happened, she was more surprised that Orion let its guard down to the poinnthat Izzabelle was able to attack him.

“Arise Yumara, we have much to do! Reavrix is container, Izzabelle has fled and…”

Yumara reaches out and pats Varicar’s hand before rising to her feet. “Thank you, waking up was a lot less painful with your healing.” She then rises to her feet and moves so she is standing near Master. Mindlessly she grips his robe, the disconnection she suffered when she had been unconscious, had messed with her psyche. She had this need to be physically in touch with him. “Master will we be going and retrieving the traitorous fools.” Vines started growing from Yumara’s skull, entwining around her hair. Her flesh start to take on the look of bark in some places. She tilts her head as she thinks for a moment.
“Orion!” She speaks. Orion who is floating on his broom beside her, gives her a bored look. ”yes” “Go to Izzabelle and bring her back here, she needs to know there’s consequences for betrayal’ and for her attack against you.” Yumara says rage filling her at just the thought. ”No” Yumara spins to look at Orion fury filling her. “What do you mean No? I’m telling you to go and bring Izzabelle back Orion.” ”And I’m telling you No, I will not be Bringing Izzabelle back right now. You did not see the damage to her soul Yumara. Salkeen does not deserve her, if he hadn’t left her unprotected and damaged, she might not have ever fled.” Orion practically hisses, ”besides now isn’t the time to be chasing after Izzabelle, Jericha is in trouble…” That grabs Yumara’s attention, and worry floods her, what was wrong with Jericha she gets her answer soon enough.

Salkeen peered from the Titan skull down to Isaik and the others outside and below, with a mighty heave Salkeen threw Reavrix from the higher position of the Titan skull down to Isaik.

Yumara steps to the side, just as Reavrix hits the ground with a crunch. However her attention in drawn not to Reavrix it to Jericha. Her face drains of all color. “This isn’t good, this really isn’t good Master.” Fear and worry flooded Yumara as she looks up at Jericha. She desperately wants to go to Jericha, but she still needed after the attack on Orion to be close to Master.

“Master, Jericha and Ahcirej are becoming one again. What most don’t realize is that Jericha and Ahcirej were never twins, never two separate people in separate bodies.” She stop, was she even making sense. “Jericha, and Ahcirej, are different aspects of the same person in different bodies. The part of Ahcirej that is Jericha cannot be unbound from her even with the Dagger. Jericha cannot be unbound from herself. But she was unbound from everything else, the two halves Jericha and Ahcirej are trying to become one again.” She pauses and her grip on Masters robes tightens. “Master, This will not work two opposing forces occupying the same place, will end badly. The two will continue to fight and destroy each other as they battle for control over the body. If Jericha’s void half destroys the holy light she will cease to exist, if the holy light obliterates the void she will cease to exist. Neither can truly destroy the other, but they will continuously tear apart her body, and mind, as they battle for dominance.”

Yumara looks at Salkeen, she knows that there’s a good chance he will not listen to what she has to say. She also knows that Jericha would not allow herself any closer to Isaik than she was right now. Yumara could feel the waves of terror coming off of her from down here. If it wasn’t for the fact her body was being attacked by two opposing forces, and she felt that Lord Salkeen would keep her safe, she would have fled the second she saw Master. As it was she moved closer to and behind Salkeen, the second she saw him. That tome of Masters had really messed with her. “Salkeen If Master, Jericha and you will allow it, I might have a way to bring Ahcirej back in a way. However Jericha’s going to be extremely angry, and this will be mostly dependent on you. Masters permission will be needed for me to do what is necessary if you both agree.”

Yumara lets out a sigh, she didn’t feel safe around Salkeen without Master being near. Being burned alive didn’t feel good. Jericha’s fear would not let her be anywhere near Master Isaik. She could feel Jericha getting ready to flee, she hoped salkeen would realize this as well.

[Jericha-draka (Jericha)]

With a glare that would silence the other minions if they protested he took Reavrix and ensured Jericha stayed right behind him as he approached the hole he had made in the titans skull!

Jericha didn’t need Lord Salkeen to command her to folow him. The connection she had with his soul, made the need for verbal or mental commands almost obsolete. She knew she was to follow and stay behind him. Which isn’t the easiest task, when your body is continuously eradicating itself. She feels the overwhelming sense of dread the closer they get to the hole Lord Salkeen had blasted through the dead Titan construct. That fear causes both her holy light and void to become a bit unstable. Both abilities begin to power up. She can feel both powers burning away at the edges of her mind. As her body is flooded with monumental amounts of void and holy energies. Fearing they will destroy her mind she tries the feed as much of the excess energy as possible to the soul shard that Lord Salkeen had given her. However she wasn’t sure if soul shard would be able to handle the amounts of power she was creating. The rapid destruction and rebirth of her body, were about to start casing irreparable damage to her psyche.

Salkeen peered from the Titan skull down to Isaik and the others outside and below, with a mighty heave Salkeen threw Reavrix from the higher position of the Titan skull down to Isaik.

Jericha senses Yumara’s presence and she looks out from behind Lord Salkeen’s back, and her gaze fall on Isaik. Irrational fear floods her system both void and holy light spike within her. Her body is switching between void and light so fast that it looks like a blur. Ahcirej is being ripped from the gem between Salkeen’s horns, and being absorbed back into Jericha. pain is all she feels, it’s all she knows, it’s all she is. Without thinking she presses against Lord Salkeen’s back, *she wouldn’t flee, she was stronger than that, but still this wasn’t something she could conceivably control. As soon as she touches him, Lord Salkeen is flooded with outrageous amounts of holy light and void. She knows that Lord Salkeen feels her pain because of their connections, she doesn’t like that she is causing him to feel pain. With all the mental strength she can summon Jericha prepares to pull herself awa…

“Salkeen If Master, Jericha and you will allow it, I might have a way to bring Ahcirej back in a way. However Jericha’s going to be extremely angry, and this will be mostly dependent on you. Masters permission will be needed for me to do what is necessary if you both agree.”

Jericha needed Yumara’s help but fear made her not want her anywhere around her, just like that abomination wearing Ahcirej’s face. Trembling she speaks her voice filled with agonizing pain. “I do not want your help Yumara.” Yumara looks up and sighs. “You might not want my help Jericha but you do need it.” Jericha releases a broken sob as her body is ripped apart again. “Be that as it may Yumara, I do not want your help.” Yumara let’s out an exasperated groan and shakes her head in frustration, she tries once more “please Jericha?” ”NO! I can feel his strings buried throughout you. You are not touching me!”

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

“Take what you desire from him! But then he is mine!”

“Do not worry, Salkeen, once I get what I desire Reavrix’s fate is irrelevant to me.” Isaik hissed.

Reavrix looked up and saw Isaik, what little blood he had in his face drained away… “No, it can’t be you! Your supposed to be dead! You can’t be here!!”

“Reavrix… Such a long time… I see you found that destroyed Titan world I commanded you to find… However you decided to try and keep it from me… Terrible decision…” Isaik growled, standing over the insipid fool… Reavrix began to try and speak when Isaik only glared down at him, forcing his silence with magic… “You will not speak unless I will it…” Isaik hissed, he glanced over at Yumara sensing her ready to speak.

“Master will we be going and retrieving the traitorous fools.”

Isaik peered at Yumara closely, “Do not worry my dear, I will have Salkeen forcibly summon her back, as for the gnome… I have another on it as soon I find out where they are landing…” the dark creature hissed.

“Orion!” She speaks. Orion who is floating on his broom beside her, gives her a bored look. ”yes” “Go to Izzabelle and bring her back here, she needs to know there’s consequences for betrayal’ and for her attack against you.” Yumara says rage filling her at just the thought. ”No” Yumara spins to look at Orion fury filling her. “What do you mean No? I’m telling you to go and bring Izzabelle back Orion.” ”And I’m telling you No, I will not be Bringing Izzabelle back right now. You did not see the damage to her soul Yumara. Salkeen does not deserve her, if he hadn’t left her unprotected and damaged, she might not have ever fled.” Orion practically hisses, ”besides now isn’t the time to be chasing after Izzabelle, Jericha is in trouble…”

Isaik was not satisfied with Orion’s commands, he would force Salkeen to summon her back… Though a thought appeared within his mind, a contract in flux would not allow Izzabelle to be forcibly summoned, she would still be connected to Salkeen but he could hardly exert all his power that the contract would normally grant him! The implications were disturbing, Izzabelle would be needed to be retrieved in person. However besides sending another minion to retrieve her, he couldn’t do much from here. More pressing matters were needing attention…

“This isn’t good, this really isn’t good Master.”

Isaik patted his worrisome minion on the shoulder while he listened to her explain the inevitable demise and of Jericha. The two opposing forces would continue to war with each other literally creating miniature big bangs and fel woth each blast… The women was lucky, without Salkeen there it might have been that Jericha died much like that one time king of the alliance… King Varian…

Yumara glanved up at Salkeen, Isaik’s Phoenix with a plea… Whether it would work was debatable, the arrogance of Salkeen was more than everyone else here.

Salkeen If Master, Jericha and you will allow it, I might have a way to bring Ahcirej back in a way. However Jericha’s going to be extremely angry, and this will be mostly dependent on you. Masters permission will be needed for me to do what is necessary if you both agree.”

Isaik nodded his head slightly, he was ready to give his permission for nearly anything… The only things he would not relinquish was ownership, Yumara was his, she would remain his…

[Salkeen-antonidas (Salkeen)]

“Do not worry, Salkeen, once I get what I desire Reavrix’s fate is irrelevant to me.” Isaik hissed.

Salkeen crossed his arms and gave a single nod, that was good enough for him. After all he and his minions had done all the work in catching this demon. Salkeen however narrowed his eyes at the familiarity between Isaik and Reavrix… In all his years knowing his master he had never spoke of Reavrix or ever done any deals… The implications disturbed him, Salkeen might have pushed to learn more but more dire things needed attention…

Salkeen glared at the heavens, he pulled his hand to him! “Izzabelle! Traitor! I summon you to me!” Salkeen commanded! The demon lord hissed as seemingly nothing happened… “To me!” Salkeen roared pulling harder to try and summon Izzabelle… Still nothing happened… Salkeen growled low, he did not like it when things didn’t go his way.

Salkeen glanced back towards his minion, his Jericha. She was becoming more unbalanced! From between his horns the gem shattered pulling Ahcirej from it and into Jericha, the two were becoming even more unstable! As Jericha reached out to touch Salkeen again he was filled with more power, his body designed to create and use fel. Salkeen snarled as his body was flooded, his demonic skin becoming harder, his horns were growing longer… He was becoming more demon. Salkeen hissed he knew he had to cast off some of the power he was receiving, tapping into his connections with his armies he would reward those who had helped subdue the undead demon lord!

Around Yumara, Isaik and Varicar, demons roared in fury as they were infused with more fel! Felguards grew more bulky and intelligent! Imps screamed as they transformed into fel imps. All the demons were getting stronger! Some however would not feel the grace of the masters reward but punishment for failure! Demons who had chosen to not participate actively in the fight or chose to hide behind their allies pretending to claim glory, burst into flames! The fel would claim the unworthy and burn them away!

“Salkeen If Master, Jericha and you will allow it, I might have a way to bring Ahcirej back in a way. However Jericha’s going to be extremely angry, and this will be mostly dependent on you. Masters permission will be needed for me to do what is necessary if you both agree.”

Salkeen done empowering his troops, glared down at Yumara… “How do I not know this isn’t a trick? Another one of your damned tests!” The demon lord snarled, he would not just easily accept everything he was told.

Salkeen watched as the two women, Jericha and Yumara fought each other over what to do. Salkeen said nothing only glaring his arms crossed, he would if he had to try and save his minion on his own. Salkeen narrowed his eyes Isaik seemed ready for whatever it was, that was enough to atleast question what Yumara was planning to do.

[Yuiko-draka (Yuiko)]

Salkeen done empowering his troops, glared down at Yumara… “How do I not know this isn’t a trick? Another one of your damned tests!” The demon lord snarled, he would not just easily accept everything he was told.

After dealing with both Jericha’s, and Salkeen’s idiocy, and arrogance, Yumara was at her breaking. “Listen you horned back end of a baboon. What right do you have to be pissed at me for testing you.” The fel flames of Salkeen’s that always burnt in his presence were flooded by the life water that poured from her veins. “Tell me Salkeen” his name comes out like a hiss. “Do you test your minions and those who wish to join you, before giving them power.” Vines were coming off of her and moving into the downed Titans and mouth, wrapping around it’s bottom jaw. “I asked do you test your minions before granting them power, Salkeen.” Yumara looks over at Master as her grip on his robes tighten. She is becoming a bit unstable, Jericha is in trouble and these two stubborn idiots were… Ahhhhhhh!!! “Jericha was the most powerful thing that belonged to me. If you think for one moment, that I wouldn’t test the being that nearly killed her. Then you are more of an idiot than this fool babbling at Masters feet.” She nods down at Reavrix. “I did not need your permission to break the contract you had with Jericha, yet I still asked you to surrender it.”

Yumara doesn’t think that the stubborn arrogant Demon Lord is capable of understanding anything. “You ask how do you know that this isn’t another test. In return I ask this, after everything you have done to save her and make her yours. Will you let your pride be the reason she dies.” Yumara takes a deep breath and connects her mind to some of Masters calming tendrils. She knows getting angry isn’t going to solve anything… So she would try saying this calmly. “Look Salkeen, Jericha is very important to me, Jericha’s survival is very important to me.” Yumara takes a deep breath. “Ahcirej and Jericha are different aspects of the same person. Yet they cannot inhabit the same space.” She really hopes she is getting through. “They will continue to battle each other, and those battles will eventually destroy Jericha’s mind. Do you not feel her pain.” Yumara moves closer to Master.

Salkeen narrowed his eyes Isaik seemed ready for whatever it was, that was enough to atleast question what Yumara was planning to do.

“Ahcirej as she was before can never return to who she was, now that she is once more a part of Jericha.” Yumara pauses there was two ways but she wasn’t sure how the two of them would handle the secret she carried. “With Masters permission I wish to give you an untainted part of my spirit. You need to make this piece of spirit yours. Once you claim ownership of it give it to Jericha. My spirit no matter who owns it requires things remain in balance. It will not allow The void and light to exist in the same space.” She stops again to catch her breath please let those two arrogant idiots realize that I’m trying to help “You will need to make a body for Ahcirej, one that is not made using any of Masters Magic. Jericha will not release the Holy Light into anything that Master has any part of.” She suddenly stops “you can, create a body for Ahcirej with your own power right? If not that only leaves one choice and this will infuriate Jericha.”

[Ahcire-gurubashi (Ahcire)]

Ahcire stood beside her lord, she was greatful the battle was over, though with its end came only more complications. Ahcire wished to get involved but she could see the fear and rage in Jericha’s eyes. Instead she stood by her lord, hoping he might have the way to rescue her twin.

As the commanders debated around her she took to nearly touching her lord’s hand. Not like Jericha, Ahcire was not in love with Salkeen, she was just his minion. In fact of everything she cared for her sisters more in alone ways than her lord.

Ahcire had pieces of her others memories to give her purpose in where she was supposed to be but the undead demon lords familiarity with the master did unnerve her. How did they know each other.

“My Lord.” Ahcire murmured as she watched Jericha still struggling with her body. Jericha was nearing closer to death, he needed to choose soon…

[Varicar-emerald-dream (Varicar)]

Varicar watched as the others debated Izzabelle, Reavrix and the current affliction of Jericha… He listened idly but put in no input, he was busy tracing the trajectory of the legion ship towards Azeroth using his connection through the master and Salkeen to track her in person… Focusing intently he saw them heading south, a land of mists… Varicar’s visage grew stern…

“Master, Izzabelle located… Pandaria… Destination southern Jade Forests.” Varicar said glancing at his master… “Should I deploy the Assassin? the Hunter?” Varicar asked ready to communicate with either of them and relay the commands.

Varicar thought about the two potential minions that would be sent after Izzabelle and Smuggs… The Assassin was a clear choice, his success rate was nearly unmatched, his lethality if that is what the master desired, exceptional. The only problem was his loathing to being apart of the master’s contracted slaves… Varicar looked to see the location of the Assassin currently, Ashenvale, located nearby the Juggernaut…

Varicar switched his thought to the Hunter… As if that was even a appropriate name for that beast… Varicar’s thoughts of the Hunter were not positive, where as he was nearly emotionless. The Hunter actively thrived on his sadistic pleasures… However like the Assassin the Hunter was unmatched in success rates, he was actively created for hunting heroes and adding them to the homunculus army… His lethality was completely dependent on the job, but his penchant for mutilation meant he would sometimes purposely maim his targets for fun…

Varicar wondered what the answer would be, he watched as Yumara and Salkeen argued with each other. Jericha was being horrendously damaged, something Varicar could help with but he had been instructed not to… Varicar himself felt a power surge from Salkeen, empowering him for his victory against the demon lord… He could have punished him, but Salkeen did seem wise at times…

[Salkeen-antonidas (Salkeen)]

“Listen you horned back end of a baboon. What right do you have to be pissed at me for testing you.”

Salkeen huffed at her and would have just loved to throw fel fire at that women… But he listened if just barely, truthfully he tried to pull Izzabelle back again, another failure.

“Do you test your minions and those who wish to join you, before giving them power.” Vines were coming off of her and moving into the downed Titans and mouth, wrapping around it’s bottom jaw. “I asked do you test your minions before granting them power, Salkeen.”

Salkeen snarled at her repeating words to him as if he was a child! “I do not care for incompetent minions! But sure, you banshee I do test them!” Salkeen roared, “But I am a demon lord, I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen sneered.

“Jericha was the most powerful thing that belonged to me. If you think for one moment, that I wouldn’t test the being that nearly killed her. Then you are more of an idiot than this fool babbling at Masters feet.” She nods down at Reavrix. “I did not need your permission to break the contract you had with Jericha, yet I still asked you to surrender it.”

Salkeen still was unsure, perhaps it was how this wench insulted him at every turn. He had been strong enough to rack her with fire, nearly burn her away, he was clearly more than she gave him credit for…

“You ask how do you know that this isn’t another test. In return I ask this, after everything you have done to save her and make her yours. Will you let your pride be the reason she dies.”

Salkeen spit, he would never let her die. If she existed in some way he would save her.

“Look Salkeen, Jericha is very important to me, Jericha’s survival is very important to me.” Yumara takes a deep breath. “Ahcirej and Jericha are different aspects of the same person. Yet they cannot inhabit the same space.” She really hopes she is getting through. “They will continue to battle each other, and those battles will eventually destroy Jericha’s mind. Do you not feel her pain.”

Salkeen snarled, perhaps he would hear this wench out, he didn’t desire his Jericha to feel more pain then she already was…

“You will need to make a body for Ahcirej, one that is not made using any of Masters Magic. Jericha will not release the Holy Light into anything that Master has any part of.” She suddenly stops “you can, create a body for Ahcirej with your own power right? If not that only leaves one choice and this will infuriate Jericha.”

Salkeen snarled at her accusations again, she treated him like he was nothing… “I can do more than you can possibly imagine! I could create Ahcirej a thousands bodies!” The demon lord snarled.

[Izzabelle-draka (Izzabelle)]

“Izzabelle! Traitor! I summon you to me!” Salkeen commanded! The demon lord hissed as seemingly nothing happened… “To me!” Salkeen roared pulling harder to try and summon Izzabelle… Still nothing happened…

Izzabelle had just finished speaking when she felt the command from Lord Salkeen demanding that she return. She thought st first that she would be pulled back to him, but that didn’t happen. While she could feel an uncomfortable tugging sensation at the center of her being. She felt no real urgency to return to him. It meant that the contract was in flux. She summons a copy of the contract and smiles, she knows why the contract has been weakened. Opening the connection she speaks into Lord Salkeen’s mind. “You fail miserably when it comes to keeping contracts don’t you Lord Salkeen. Know this if You allow Master Isaik to send any minions after me or interfere with me in any way shape or form. Then I will consider our contract broken, as of rule three of our contract terms.

Izzabelle looks over at Smuggs and Fushan before concentrating her gaze on Sericon Neither your Master or his new pet had any right to interfere. I do not belong to him I belong to you, Your Master acted as though I betrayed him, I was never his, thus never able to betray him. I attacked A hostile magical creature that was trying to forcibly teleport me away. The I was forced to either attack Varicar or let hm destroy the ship killing us all, when that bomb exploded. As the sending Orion and Varicar to spy on me was most likely not sanctioned by you Lord Salkeen. Then Technically I have not betrayed you. I know how both Master Isaik and you love your technicalities. I promised to help defeat Reavrix which I did. We didn’t leave until you claimed victory. Also according to the contract I get one free week to go and whatever I Please, I promise that I will not do anything to hinder, or go against your plans. does he not understand how mush speaking with him hurts

I kept my promises to bad the word of a demon lord like yourself is useless. Do not let your Master interfere, figure out a way to bring me back on your own Lord Salkeen. If not you will lose me and whatever chance you might of had at getting me back. I know it’s a lot to ask, but try and do something without needing to run to daddy for help. it makes you look extremely weak and pathetic. with that she cuts off the connection

[Fushan-emerald-dream (Fushan)]

Still the flames of her fel burned across her flesh, the damage to her mind and soul weren’t going to be fixed with a cup of tea.

Fushan calmly sipped his tea taking note of Izzabelle’s fel changes. It didn’t bother him however, he had seen many different being infused with all kind of different magic, who was he to judge.

“I want to be a part of Jericha again. I want to go home and visit my family and not have them look at me like I’m a monster. I want Sericon not to hate me for being a creature no better than the ones I fled. I want to see Captain and have a drink with him. I want to see Yumara smiling as she comes upstairs to fix Coffee for herself and Rogal. I want to be able to trust again.”

Fushan nodded at each word she said taking in everything. “Jericha? A close personal friend? I’m sure after your well rested you could see her again.” Fushan suggested much to the horrified look of Smuggs. “Your family? You think they would revile you based on your appearances? Though I’m not typically for hiding who you truly are, perhaps we could try to balance your body. Fel and nature together. Two forms, one elf, one demon… I have a few herbs that might help, do you have any allergies?” The shaman asked, he looked over to the kitchen as Suut the fire elemental, stirred the pot filling more of the room with the smell of fresh potatoes, stew with meat. After exhaling Fushan glanced to Sericon, “Have you asked Sericon how he feels about you?” Fushan said calmly, “One never knows the way the rain comes unless they ask the wind.” Fushan have a chuckle at the mention of beer. “Is that what you prefer to drink? If you like I do have some brews from Pandaria.” The shaman offered, he could bring in just about anything. Finally Fushan listened to Izzabelle speak of a Yumara, and a Rogal. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I know them, but I’m sure I can help you slowly find a way to trust once more… Just start small.” Fushan gestured to Suut, “Do you believe that Pandarian fire elemental will try to poison you?” The pandaren asked quizzically, he knew Suut would never do such a thing, it was against his nature.