Twisted laughter starts pouring out of the mouths of all the souls within the room. Along with the laughter a purplish Black mist starts to waft from their mouths and fill the room, with a powerful sleeping plague. The voice speaks again, “Bring her back to the Tower, I’ve other things to deal with at the moment.”
Jericha begins choking on the thick sickly mist, that is rapidly filling the room. She can feel the tentacles and tendrils of void wrap around her, twisting around her. They try to rip her away from Lord Salkeen, deformed clawed humanoid hands, grab at her. Attempting to pull her beneath the writhing surface of void, and souls. Jericha screams as long twisted ghostly nails, dig into her flesh. Piercing the flesh, puncturing the muscles, and soft tissue beneath. Jericha can feel the pain as her flesh begins to die, and rot away. Jericha releases a burst of fel flames, it explodes out from her body. She hears hundreds from voices screaming in agony, she looks to see. The souls holding her seemed to have melted, they are now melded together with the void tentacles. Creating a Macabre horror, of void and souls.
Jericha releases another blast of her Shadowfel Amalgamation, the pure magic rips through the room, destroying everything within three yards of them. She quickly creates a collapsing void, and grabs Lord Salkeen’s hand, and pulls him towards the door, which can barely be seen, on the far side of the room. Umbral tentacles reach up and pull as many souls as the can down into the swirling darkness of the void. Still the room fills, Ebony’s access to void and souls is unlimited. Ethereal claws once more rake at her flesh, tentacles begin to encasing her once more. Jericha snaps, anger and hate, overwhelming fear and pain. Bluish Black void flames erupt from her as her void form changes from fel infused void, to pure void. It corrupts, and devours the tortured souls that are mindlessly attacking them. Her Artifact Eye begins to glow as the souls around them begin to getting sucked into it. As this is happening she powers up her next attack, while shadow mending, some of the damage she had been taking.
Foolish child do you forget who and what I am, suddenly a swirling black hole appears above Jericha. At first it seems like one of the many void portals, or rifts, that she is always summoning. Soon its true nature is revealed, the souls that Jericha had been gathering are ripped from her eye. Jericha howls in both terror and agonizing pain, before hitting the floor writhing. To soon however she is silent, she tries fighting her way back to her feet. As she looks up at Lord Salkeen, he sees it, the flesh, muscle and tissue on nearly a third of her face, neck,and shoulder are gone. Nearly her entire jaw is skeletal, she doesn’t scream, because she is no longer capable of making sound.
That’s when his demonic sight sees it, as it does hundreds of more or those black holes appear around the room. Each ripping away at Jericha’s body, he can see the souls that create Jericha’s form are being torn from her. She is being unmade, and this soul thief is making her experience the pain, fear and death of every souls he tears from her. Still she tries to fight off the void tentacles and souls that are still trying to pull her back into the tower. Suddenly the door open and the Ethereal from before is standing there. It swiftly switches to its void form, and floats into the room. Void tentacles lash up at it, only to be obliterated when they reach him. It moves towards Jericha, “I will help this once because you are still weak, but it’s up to your Demonic Lord, to get you out of here.”
He then turns and faces the room. “You go to far old man, the void chose her, you have no right to cut her off from it.” Sinister laughter fills the room Do you think for one moment your pathetic attempt is going to help her. My souls and void will hold her down while I forcefully unmake her. A body made of tortured, and tormented souls, all ripe for the picking. Once her mind is laid bare, I will rip it from the Demonic halfbred soul that it is tied to. with that, not only do the portals start ramping up their attacks on Jericha, but they also try pulling souls from Lord Salkeen, while also devouring the thousands of souls filling the room.
The void tentacles and tendrils that are attacking Lord Salkeen and Jericha, suddenly start attacking the twisted undead souls. They crush them, rip them apart ethereal limb by ethereal limb, more portals appear as Jericha starts fighting back. From the tears hundreds of void bolts fire at the Soul draining black holes obliterating nearly half of them. Yet she is growing weak, she needs to get out of that room before it’s to late, she reaches for Lord Salkeen.
Salkeen watched as the spell tore the debilitating plague from their bodies... Hopefully the hideous infection would remain lost forever, never to weaken them so again...
“Lord Salkeen could you return us to the Ered’kiel,” She looks at him fear filling her once more “The Soul Thief is here.”
Salkeen looked back at Jericha his dormant flames rising and dancing across his flesh, the flames themselves showing his internal feelings of adrenaline.. Salkeen opened the palm of his hand to begin the spell to return the two to the Ered’Kiel, when he was interrupted by the room changing into a tentacled horror. Horrific twisted humanoid forms clawed their way from the tentacles trying to drag the two down. Salkeen was successful in sending a fel pulse into the nether, it would hopefully reach the Ered’Kiel...
As Jericha released a shadowfel amalgamation blasting away at the clawing void horrors, Salkeen released a blast of fel flames himself purging the corruption nearby. Salkeen glared at the shadows as he releases his raging flames, “You dare attack me?! Your arrogance shall be your downfall!” Salkeen roared as he sent flames down his body, at the clawing hands that ripped at his flesh.
Salkeen hissed at the insults directed at him but came back with some of his own. “Your time is over old fool! Like the empires of old you will be buried as well!” Salkeen commanded as he flapped his wings trying to push the fog away! Salkeen made pulling motions upwards with his hands as he summoned fel underneath the earth as fel lava! Swiping his claw across the front of him he commanded the fel to create a moat of lava between Jericha and him and the void creations. Salkeen hissed, he could see the power level emanating off of this Soul Thief, he was just as strong as his own master... Still Salkeen had to fight at least enough to make a retreat without seeming obvious...
Still Jericha and Salkeen fought, backing up ever slowly, He released giant waves of fel flames as she released shadowfel amalgamations! Salkeen heard his minion scream as she choked on fog and was raked by void claws. Normally he would be right by her side but he was dealing with enough void of his own! Salkeen roared burning away the void, it always seemed to work until he paused even for a second then the void would reclaim its lost ground. Salkeen stomped his hooves sending burning fel lava up from the chasm like most he had created.
Next the fight turned into a battle of souls, the void corrupted souls in the room become fuel, something Jericha tries to consume using her artifact eye and something Salkeen tries to use as fuel for his fel.
Foolish child do you forget who and what I am.
Salkeen growled, as this Soul Thief began to play his hand! Above Jericha a familiar void rift opened, but this one was under the control of the enemy! Souls were ripped from Jericha, causing Salkeen to rage, his flames grew with his passion melting the stone walls with burning fire! His minion, his Jericha had been wounded, her upper body more skeletal than alive.
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“Lord Salkeen could you return us to the Ered’kiel,” She looks at him fear filling her once more “The Soul Thief is here.”
Salkeen looked back at Jericha his dormant flames rising and dancing across his flesh, the flames themselves showing his internal feelings of adrenaline.. Salkeen opened the palm of his hand to begin the spell to return the two to the Ered’Kiel, when he was interrupted by the room changing into a tentacled horror. Horrific twisted humanoid forms clawed their way from the tentacles trying to drag the two down. Salkeen was successful in sending a fel pulse into the nether, it would hopefully reach the Ered’Kiel...
As Jericha released a shadowfel amalgamation blasting away at the clawing void horrors, Salkeen released a blast of fel flames himself purging the corruption nearby. Salkeen glared at the shadows as he releases his raging flames, “You dare attack me?! Your arrogance shall be your downfall!” Salkeen roared as he sent flames down his body, at the clawing hands that ripped at his flesh.
“Did you think I would just let you leave, it’s been what? Ah, almost four centuries. How the powerful have fallen, you need to be shown your place again. I’m not talking about submitting to halfbreed demonic filth either.” Twisted laughter starts pouring out of the mouths of all the souls within the room. Along with the laughter a purplish Black mist starts to waft from their mouths and fill the room, with a powerful sleeping plague. The voice speaks again, “Bring her back to the Tower, I’ve other things to deal with at the moment.”
Salkeen hissed at the insults directed at him but came back with some of his own. “Your time is over old fool! Like the empires of old you will be buried as well!” Salkeen commanded as he flapped his wings trying to push the fog away! Salkeen made pulling motions upwards with his hands as he summoned fel underneath the earth as fel lava! Swiping his claw across the front of him he commanded the fel to create a moat of lava between Jericha and him and the void creations. Salkeen hissed, he could see the power level emanating off of this Soul Thief, he was just as strong as his own master... Still Salkeen had to fight at least enough to make a retreat without seeming obvious...
Still Jericha and Salkeen fought, backing up ever slowly, He released giant waves of fel flames as she released shadowfel amalgamations! Salkeen heard his minion scream as she choked on fog and was raked by void claws. Normally he would be right by her side but he was dealing with enough void of his own! Salkeen roared burning away the void, it always seemed to work until he paused even for a second then the void would reclaim its lost ground. Salkeen stomped his hooves sending burning fel lava up from the chasm like most he had created.
Next the fight turned into a battle of souls, the void corrupted souls in the room become fuel, something Jericha tries to consume using her artifact eye and something Salkeen tries to use as fuel for his fel.
Foolish child do you forget who and what I am.
Salkeen growled, as this Soul Thief began to play his hand! Above Jericha a familiar void rift opened, but this one was under the control of the enemy! Souls were ripped from Jericha, causing Salkeen to rage, his flames grew with his passion melting the stone walls with burning fire! His minion, his Jericha had been wounded, her upper body more skeletal than alive.
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Salkeen raining hellish flames can see the other rifts opening to claim Jericha’s soul, they had began to turn on him as well! Salkeen didn’t care, the souls in his body were fel cursed and twisted, the very act of consuming them would leave their mark. “I am a lord of the legion! You are nothing but a dead failure!” Salkeen roared igniting the souls torn from him on fire, he had positioned himself between Jericha and the majority of the portals hoping to take more of a brunt of the damage.
Salkeen still did not trust the Ethereal, even in this action, Salkeen pulled back, more of his souls left his body, his skin began to wither and die... Yet still the demon lord growled, still he fought like a animal... In the end it was hard to tell if Salkeen was more man or cornered demon...
The fight seemed to change if only for a moment, Salkeen hissed cursing under his breath, it would only be seconds before...
Boom!
A familiar sound of rapid atmospheric change like a thunder clap, it indicated something rather large was now in the air. The Ered’Kiel had heard his signal, the fel pulse... The Ered’Kiel appeared in the sky above the estate, immediately ready for combat! Within mere seconds a legion of felguards warped onto the ground and charged into the estate!
Salkeen, back still towards the door and holding onto Jericha watched as a flood of twenty felguards charged past them and engaged with the void! Working in unison the felguards stabbed forward with fel laced blades, spearing the twisted undead souls! Salkeen hissed, he abhorred from fleeing from anything, but this was dire. “Push it back! You are legion, we hunt the void!” Salkeen roared. Felguards stabbed forward again with demonic grunts, one unlucky one was speared back by the void. The felguard fell to the ground clasping at his neck which oozed demonic ichor before laying down and going still. It was of no matter, the downed soldier was quickly replaced with another, as would happen to any felguard that fell!
Salkeen growled with irritation and grabbed hold of Jericha pulling her from the room, “Do not fail me! Your lord commands it!” Salkeen roared, a command to his felguard that were inevitably doomed and to Jericha. Salkeen moves swiftly past the moving formations of felguards ready to charge in, before finally reaching outside beneath the dreary sky of the Ghostlands. Salkeen need not make a command but only glared at the Ered’Kiel, as the buzz of fel teleportation warped him and Jericha aboard.
Salkeen stood tall, trying to hide the damage done to him in the fight, carefully laying Jericha down, he glared at Sericon. “Pull them back, warp all aligned with us... Including a ethereal that may still be living...” Salkeen hissed, he was still unsure of the ethereal but it atleast deserved to survive what he planned to do next... “Once our troops are out... Glass it...” Salkeen said a grim look on his face. By doing this he would ensure he had beaten back the Soul Thief for now, but the estate would be seriously damaged... It was of no matter, if she needed he would help her build it anew.
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“I will help this once because you are still weak, but it’s up to your Demonic Lord, to get you out of here.”
He then turns and faces the room. “You go to far old man, the void chose her, you have no right to cut her off from it.” Sinister laughter fills the room Do you think for one moment your pathetic attempt is going to help her. My souls and void will hold her down while I forcefully unmake her. A body made of tortured, and tormented souls, all ripe for the picking. Once her mind is laid bare, I will rip it from the Demonic halfbred soul that it is tied to. with that, not only do the portals start ramping up their attacks on Jericha, but they also try pulling souls from Lord Salkeen, while also devouring the thousands of souls filling the room.
Salkeen still did not trust the Ethereal, even in this action, Salkeen pulled back, more of his souls left his body, his skin began to wither and die... Yet still the demon lord growled, still he fought like a animal... In the end it was hard to tell if Salkeen was more man or cornered demon...
The void tentacles and tendrils that are attacking Lord Salkeen and Jericha, suddenly start attacking the twisted undead souls. They crush them, rip them apart ethereal limb by ethereal limb, more portals appear as Jericha starts fighting back. From the tears hundreds of void bolts fire at the Soul draining black holes obliterating nearly half of them. Yet she is growing weak, she needs to get out of that room before it’s to late, she reaches for Lord Salkeen.
The fight seemed to change if only for a moment, Salkeen hissed cursing under his breath, it would only be seconds before...
Boom!
A familiar sound of rapid atmospheric change like a thunder clap, it indicated something rather large was now in the air. The Ered’Kiel had heard his signal, the fel pulse... The Ered’Kiel appeared in the sky above the estate, immediately ready for combat! Within mere seconds a legion of felguards warped onto the ground and charged into the estate!
Salkeen, back still towards the door and holding onto Jericha watched as a flood of twenty felguards charged past them and engaged with the void! Working in unison the felguards stabbed forward with fel laced blades, spearing the twisted undead souls! Salkeen hissed, he abhorred from fleeing from anything, but this was dire. “Push it back! You are legion, we hunt the void!” Salkeen roared. Felguards stabbed forward again with demonic grunts, one unlucky one was speared back by the void. The felguard fell to the ground clasping at his neck which oozed demonic ichor before laying down and going still. It was of no matter, the downed soldier was quickly replaced with another, as would happen to any felguard that fell!
Salkeen growled with irritation and grabbed hold of Jericha pulling her from the room, “Do not fail me! Your lord commands it!” Salkeen roared, a command to his felguard that were inevitably doomed and to Jericha. Salkeen moves swiftly past the moving formations of felguards ready to charge in, before finally reaching outside beneath the dreary sky of the Ghostlands. Salkeen need not make a command but only glared at the Ered’Kiel, as the buzz of fel teleportation warped him and Jericha aboard.
Salkeen stood tall, trying to hide the damage done to him in the fight, carefully laying Jericha down, he glared at Sericon. “Pull them back, warp all aligned with us... Including a ethereal that may still be living...” Salkeen hissed, he was still unsure of the ethereal but it atleast deserved to survive what he planned to do next... “Once our troops are out... Glass it...” Salkeen said a grim look on his face. By doing this he would ensure he had beaten back the Soul Thief for now, but the estate would be seriously damaged... It was of no matter, if she needed he would help her build it anew.
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Salkeen growled with irritation and grabbed hold of Jericha pulling her from the room, “Do not fail me! Your lord commands it!” Salkeen roared, a command to his felguard that were inevitably doomed and to Jericha. Salkeen moves swiftly past the moving formations of felguards ready to charge in, before finally reaching outside beneath the dreary sky of the Ghostlands. Salkeen need not make a command but only glared at the Ered’Kiel, as the buzz of fel teleportation warped him and Jericha aboard.
Ebony hissed in anger as he felt his granddaughters presence leave the room. That bothersome halfbreed demonic filth, needed to learn his place as well.
They were not going to get away so easily, first to take care of the little demonic infestation. The entire floor of the room becomes a collapsing void, from that swirling black void, hundreds of umbral tentacles types, shapes and sizes burst forth. They twist, twine and encase the Felguards. Some of them are covered in mouths with hundreds of sharp jagged teeth. Mouths that release corrosive acids, that quickly dissolve flesh, and muscle. Others appear to be smooth and sleek, until they pierce the thick demonic hides, and work their way into vital organs. Then large barbs appear, and the tentacles retract shredding all they come in contact with. Ripping and tearing, chunks and slabs of meat from fel corrupted organs. Others wrap around their limbs, lifting them from the ground, before making a wish, and ripping them in half. The remains of the Felguards are pulled down into the twisting void.
Ebony paces his tower, destroying the annoying fel infestation, was child’s play for someone of his power. He needed to stop that demonic vessel from warping away. Ah yes that might do nicely. The room he is suddenly overflowing with massive amounts of void and souls, it rapidly spreads from the room, soon filling the entire tower and spreading to Jericha’s estate. Beneath The estate a massive maw of void and twisted tortured souls appears. Massive tentacles hundreds of yards long, start erupting from the void tainted soil, that surrounds Jericha’s Estate. They wrap around the building, there’s the sound of wood splintering, of stone be crushed. Metal and steel are being warped beyond repair. The house looks like it’s imploding, caving in on itself. As it’s being destroyed it’s also being hauled down into a large gapping chasm of twisted void.
Those looking down from the Ered’kiel would see the remains of Jericha’s Estate being devoured by a twisted massive maw of void. One filled with thousands of rows of large jagged teeth meant to tear, rip, shred, and crush, all that fell within it. From this horrific gaping maw, hundreds of horrendous void tentacles shoot out. The blast through the sky, and wrap around the Ered’kiel, and begin trying to pull it from the sky. Smaller thinner tentacles, try ripping away at the fel steel plates on the out side. Other tentacles release a void corrosive which starts void corruption wherever they touch. They start crushing the ships outer weapons.
Ebony raged he hated being bound to the Tower and unable to use his full potential. Still he would drag his granddaughter and her pathetic Lord back to him, demonic vessel and all.
Ebony hissed in anger as he felt his granddaughters presence leave the room. That bothersome halfbreed demonic filth, needed to learn his place as well.
They were not going to get away so easily, first to take care of the little demonic infestation. The entire floor of the room becomes a collapsing void, from that swirling black void, hundreds of umbral tentacles types, shapes and sizes burst forth. They twist, twine and encase the Felguards. Some of them are covered in mouths with hundreds of sharp jagged teeth. Mouths that release corrosive acids, that quickly dissolve flesh, and muscle. Others appear to be smooth and sleek, until they pierce the thick demonic hides, and work their way into vital organs. Then large barbs appear, and the tentacles retract shredding all they come in contact with. Ripping and tearing, chunks and slabs of meat from fel corrupted organs. Others wrap around their limbs, lifting them from the ground, before making a wish, and ripping them in half. The remains of the Felguards are pulled down into the twisting void.
Ebony paces his tower, destroying the annoying fel infestation, was child’s play for someone of his power. He needed to stop that demonic vessel from warping away. Ah yes that might do nicely. The room he is suddenly overflowing with massive amounts of void and souls, it rapidly spreads from the room, soon filling the entire tower and spreading to Jericha’s estate. Beneath The estate a massive maw of void and twisted tortured souls appears. Massive tentacles hundreds of yards long, start erupting from the void tainted soil, that surrounds Jericha’s Estate. They wrap around the building, there’s the sound of wood splintering, of stone be crushed. Metal and steel are being warped beyond repair. The house looks like it’s imploding, caving in on itself. As it’s being destroyed it’s also being hauled down into a large gapping chasm of twisted void.
Those looking down from the Ered’kiel would see the remains of Jericha’s Estate being devoured by a twisted massive maw of void. One filled with thousands of rows of large jagged teeth meant to tear, rip, shred, and crush, all that fell within it. From this horrific gaping maw, hundreds of horrendous void tentacles shoot out. The blast through the sky, and wrap around the Ered’kiel, and begin trying to pull it from the sky. Smaller thinner tentacles, try ripping away at the fel steel plates on the out side. Other tentacles release a void corrosive which starts void corruption wherever they touch. They start crushing the ships outer weapons.
Ebony raged he hated being bound to the Tower and unable to use his full potential. Still he would drag his granddaughter and her pathetic Lord back to him, demonic vessel and all.
Varicar spun his swords in his hands bisecting a clone with his speed, he did not stop their assaulting another clone by punching a hole into his chest. Varicar always paused intermittently to saturate the room with chi mists, even while he took life he had a purpose to preserve his own team members. Quickly the number of clones dropped low as the group decimated Calcond’s images, even the demons had been cut down...
Varicar has made sure to supplement Izzabelle’s red vial with his chi energy, trying to help her heal her damage from the clone onslaught, it had seemed everyone had a way of healing themselves but still Varicar would add to that. Ahcirej had also been injured by a direct attack by the clones of the mad mage, Varicar did his best to mend the internal damage done to her organs by the Arcane attack.
It was at this moment Isaik played his hand, massive umbral tentacles latched onto the falling demonic vessel and pulled the entire thing into the void rift he had conjured! Mist and darkness over took everything in sight... Before the darkness ebbed away revealing the new structure that was a void ship! Varicar only had a bit to take in his surroundings, smooth but razor edged obsidian like metal had replaced the fel steel that once made up the ship.
Varicar watched as his Master relieved Smuggs from combat with Calcond and began to slowly approach the doomed undead, Varicar could see the look in Isaik’s hollow eyes, this was gonna get messy. Varicar glanced left to see a felguards body, it looked pale... As if the life had been choked out of it. That when Varicar saw, along with the new metal, this all new vessel had a crew... It was sometimes hard to see but Shadowy Apparitions stood by controls and moved as if they were physical entities, they were the haunted shades that made the crew... Varicar moves his eyes back to Isaik and the mad mage, he probably didn’t want to miss this...
Varicar has made sure to supplement Izzabelle’s red vial with his chi energy, trying to help her heal her damage from the clone onslaught, it had seemed everyone had a way of healing themselves but still Varicar would add to that. Ahcirej had also been injured by a direct attack by the clones of the mad mage, Varicar did his best to mend the internal damage done to her organs by the Arcane attack.
It was at this moment Isaik played his hand, massive umbral tentacles latched onto the falling demonic vessel and pulled the entire thing into the void rift he had conjured! Mist and darkness over took everything in sight... Before the darkness ebbed away revealing the new structure that was a void ship! Varicar only had a bit to take in his surroundings, smooth but razor edged obsidian like metal had replaced the fel steel that once made up the ship.
Varicar watched as his Master relieved Smuggs from combat with Calcond and began to slowly approach the doomed undead, Varicar could see the look in Isaik’s hollow eyes, this was gonna get messy. Varicar glanced left to see a felguards body, it looked pale... As if the life had been choked out of it. That when Varicar saw, along with the new metal, this all new vessel had a crew... It was sometimes hard to see but Shadowy Apparitions stood by controls and moved as if they were physical entities, they were the haunted shades that made the crew... Varicar moves his eyes back to Isaik and the mad mage, he probably didn’t want to miss this...
Smuggs backed off as soon as Isaik commanded him, he had been so busy locked in melee combat with Calcond that he had barely noticed the change of environment! From legion vessel, to void ship, the change was fascinating, however Smuggs was not one to deal with magic.
As Smuggs back off he noticed odd shadow apparitions had taken over the spots as the crew of the vessel. The apparitions didn’t seem fully manifested in reality, every time Smuggs tried to focus on them they seemed harder to see. Smuggs noticed a imp still cowering in a corner, one of the apparitions came up behind it and without pause snapped the creatures neck before returning to its station... Even though they were not entirely within the realm of reality they clearly could effect it...
Smuggs finally snapped out of watching the new beings and turned to move farther from Isaik and his toy, He didn’t not need to watch the torture to know it was coming... Instead Smuggs focused on Ahcirej, during the fight he watched her use great magic in fire and heat, but noticed lingering marks of previous burning... That was something he could remedy!! Smuggs slowly approached the female, he dare not act to aggressive, she didn’t really know him... “Sorry to distract you from the gruesome torturous activities that will undoubtedly be occurring behind me but, May I examine your hands?” Smuggs asked, as he reached to examine.
Smuggs examining the hands, if Ahcirej allowed him to do so, did notice the burn marks, it was astonishing that her body could regenerate from such things but Smuggs knew he could give her something to help facilitate the ability to resist such burns. Turning to his bag, Smuggs dug around until he found a small green syringe! “If you desire no longer being the victim of excessive burning and blistering I might suggest you use this.” Smuggs said offering the small syringe. “Nature likes to hide many desirable adaptations in ludicrous locations, That is Tardigrade DNA supplements, if you decide to use it, it should make you much more resistant to fire... You should be able to stand in boiling water as if it was a afternoon bath, if you ever find yourself in that predicament.” Smuggs said indicating to the genetic serum in the syringe.
Subject Alpha hissed, she still smelled small pockets of demons, she could tell they were disappearing fast... Without a word or command the genetic monster faded into obscurity as her skin camouflaged the massive body... Moving with more skill in stealth than her size might suggest the creature made her way out of the bridge and down the hallway, she would feed on the demon pockets before they all vanished...
The internal of the ship seemed to change greatly, intact it seemed to still be a form of flux as Subject Alpha moved down the hallways, passages seemed to open for her and guide her through the ship without problem... The demons she hunted however faced a harder situation... They moved along hallways, turning left and right but never reaching any destination! Occasionally they would reach a dead end and be forced to turn around, but even walking the way they just came the paths were never the same... This ship was a endless maze for those who didn’t belong...
That’s when Subject Alpha saw her prey, she stalked across the ceiling, a rather common way for her to attack, perhaps it had been the gecko DNA added into her composition! Her body was completely invisible to the naked eye, even thermal reading wouldn’t pick her up! With a swift move she impaled a dreadlord upon her long scythe like claws and lifted the convulsing demon into the air, from the demons point of view the dreadlord has been impaled on nothing, only blood revealing a silhouette of the claw stabbed into the demon... Subject Alpha roared but still kept her camouflage up, creating a terrifying shriek that the demons could hear but still not see before ending their resistance with a blast of burning chemicals... It was now time to feed...
As Smuggs back off he noticed odd shadow apparitions had taken over the spots as the crew of the vessel. The apparitions didn’t seem fully manifested in reality, every time Smuggs tried to focus on them they seemed harder to see. Smuggs noticed a imp still cowering in a corner, one of the apparitions came up behind it and without pause snapped the creatures neck before returning to its station... Even though they were not entirely within the realm of reality they clearly could effect it...
Smuggs finally snapped out of watching the new beings and turned to move farther from Isaik and his toy, He didn’t not need to watch the torture to know it was coming... Instead Smuggs focused on Ahcirej, during the fight he watched her use great magic in fire and heat, but noticed lingering marks of previous burning... That was something he could remedy!! Smuggs slowly approached the female, he dare not act to aggressive, she didn’t really know him... “Sorry to distract you from the gruesome torturous activities that will undoubtedly be occurring behind me but, May I examine your hands?” Smuggs asked, as he reached to examine.
Smuggs examining the hands, if Ahcirej allowed him to do so, did notice the burn marks, it was astonishing that her body could regenerate from such things but Smuggs knew he could give her something to help facilitate the ability to resist such burns. Turning to his bag, Smuggs dug around until he found a small green syringe! “If you desire no longer being the victim of excessive burning and blistering I might suggest you use this.” Smuggs said offering the small syringe. “Nature likes to hide many desirable adaptations in ludicrous locations, That is Tardigrade DNA supplements, if you decide to use it, it should make you much more resistant to fire... You should be able to stand in boiling water as if it was a afternoon bath, if you ever find yourself in that predicament.” Smuggs said indicating to the genetic serum in the syringe.
Subject Alpha hissed, she still smelled small pockets of demons, she could tell they were disappearing fast... Without a word or command the genetic monster faded into obscurity as her skin camouflaged the massive body... Moving with more skill in stealth than her size might suggest the creature made her way out of the bridge and down the hallway, she would feed on the demon pockets before they all vanished...
The internal of the ship seemed to change greatly, intact it seemed to still be a form of flux as Subject Alpha moved down the hallways, passages seemed to open for her and guide her through the ship without problem... The demons she hunted however faced a harder situation... They moved along hallways, turning left and right but never reaching any destination! Occasionally they would reach a dead end and be forced to turn around, but even walking the way they just came the paths were never the same... This ship was a endless maze for those who didn’t belong...
That’s when Subject Alpha saw her prey, she stalked across the ceiling, a rather common way for her to attack, perhaps it had been the gecko DNA added into her composition! Her body was completely invisible to the naked eye, even thermal reading wouldn’t pick her up! With a swift move she impaled a dreadlord upon her long scythe like claws and lifted the convulsing demon into the air, from the demons point of view the dreadlord has been impaled on nothing, only blood revealing a silhouette of the claw stabbed into the demon... Subject Alpha roared but still kept her camouflage up, creating a terrifying shriek that the demons could hear but still not see before ending their resistance with a blast of burning chemicals... It was now time to feed...
Calcond slashed at what he thought was every possible angle to attack that gnome. The gnome however seemed unreal, for every slash the gnome had parried! Every jab, a dodge! Was that gnome empowered by machines?! The background around him faded from the blinding fel star to a black void of black mist! Calcond slashed again, parried yet again, before the void pulled away. Calcond’s ship had been changed completely, to some monstrous void citadel! Calcond slashed hard, missing again getting only air... The gnome had backed off, the true master had decided it was time to engage!
Calcond rose his blade to fight again, even against this god he would not relent! Yet as he moved forward, his arms grew heavy, his legs like lead... His will to resist was fading quickly... He had to flee.... Did he though? Calcond finally noticed the other things in the room, he had known of the party here to kill him but what of the shapeless shadowy figures that all seemed to glare at him like he didn’t belong... The shadow beings themselves seemed to give off a malevolent presence, but none was quite as cruel, and cold as the groups terrible Master.
Calcond froze his mind filled with images of his own dark master, Reavrix, the being that created him. Calcond remembered a cold room, filled with the stench of rot and bile, looking down the mage saw a true horror show! His body had rotted away and been remade into a hollow husk of a man! He had been made into the insane undead freak, he was no longer bound by what normal mages thought of magic.
Calcond returned to the horror that was the void vessel and its insidious master... The room was in was now pitch black, but millions of eyes watched him... They glared at him! Judging him! Mocking him! “What do you want?!” Calcond snapped, angry at first... But this would soon change, as no answer returned to him... “Just kill me already!” Calcond said his voice starting to break. Yet still he was trapped their staring back at the void that stared right back at him. Slowly something pushed the undead down and into a fetal position, invisible blades seemed to jab at him and slice his undead flesh... What was going on?!!
Calcond rose his blade to fight again, even against this god he would not relent! Yet as he moved forward, his arms grew heavy, his legs like lead... His will to resist was fading quickly... He had to flee.... Did he though? Calcond finally noticed the other things in the room, he had known of the party here to kill him but what of the shapeless shadowy figures that all seemed to glare at him like he didn’t belong... The shadow beings themselves seemed to give off a malevolent presence, but none was quite as cruel, and cold as the groups terrible Master.
Calcond froze his mind filled with images of his own dark master, Reavrix, the being that created him. Calcond remembered a cold room, filled with the stench of rot and bile, looking down the mage saw a true horror show! His body had rotted away and been remade into a hollow husk of a man! He had been made into the insane undead freak, he was no longer bound by what normal mages thought of magic.
Calcond returned to the horror that was the void vessel and its insidious master... The room was in was now pitch black, but millions of eyes watched him... They glared at him! Judging him! Mocking him! “What do you want?!” Calcond snapped, angry at first... But this would soon change, as no answer returned to him... “Just kill me already!” Calcond said his voice starting to break. Yet still he was trapped their staring back at the void that stared right back at him. Slowly something pushed the undead down and into a fetal position, invisible blades seemed to jab at him and slice his undead flesh... What was going on?!!
Isaik said nothing at first glaring into Calcond and his soul... So brave the undead thing was moments ago, he had even accepted his death into this fel star... Now he seemed to give in, Isaik’s terrible presence breaking the will of this weak fool... The undead mage couldn’t even seem to lift his blade...
Calcond himself seemed distracted, undoubtedly by the apparitions that followed this ship back into reality... Isaik saw this as his moment to enter the poor fools mind... Calcond’s creation was visible, a created being by Reavrix... How droll, Isaik has made many minions from nearly nothing, this was nothing new. But the moment was made useful by allowing Isaik to manipulate the world around Calcond for a much easier time breaking the poor fool... Lifting his arms and commanding the unseen, once completely smooth void steel extended from the floor and created a small Gibbet cage with razor like blades facing inwards towards Calcond...
Calcond struggled slightly as Isaik released his mind from his memories to a new nightmare... Calcond would see eyes, always glaring, staring, mad with rage... Judging... Isaik did not do these for no reason... It was obvious Calcond was trying to die... So the most pain he could take was if he lived...
“What do you want?!” Calcond snapped, angry at first... But this would soon change, as no answer returned to him... “Just kill me already!”
Isaik said nothing, there was nothing Calcond could give him that he cared for... Calcond was just a toy for the predator to play with... Isaik tilted his head slightly waving his hand over Calcond. Flesh began to grow and revitalize on Calcond’s bones, he was becoming alive again... Isaik only gave a grim grin as the blades of the Gibbet pierced into the man’s flesh, now that he was alive, his body would feel the sting of the spikes that entered his skin and set his nerves on fire... Isaik did not remove his visage from Calcond as he commanded the spikes to pierce through the man’s body killing him in a splash of gore! But Isaik was not finished, with a small gesture he shrank the blades of the Gibbet and filled Calcond with life again... Calcond gasped in air once more spitting up thick blood...
Isaik finally turned towards the others of the vessel, “It is time to finish our business on Centralis... I sense something of importance happening on Azeroth soon...” Isaik said in a cold calculating tone... Behind him Calcond called out in pain as he was Impaled again an brought back to life... Isaik looked to the ships controls, as they moved on their own, shadowy apparitions seemingly acting as the crew. The great void vessel turn away from the sun before groaning deeply... Large trails of fel flames were pulled from the sun and into the vessel, it would use this as fuel... The fel star shrank considerably and grew dull and dim, the sun had lost millions of years of life...
With a short hand gesture the void vessel warped out of orbit of the near dead fel star, with a reverberating groan the void ship reappeared above the crashed citadel on Centralis, the sky grew dimmer as the imposing vessel commanded the skies. “Time to seek out the demon lord of the citadel..” Isaik said sending blades back into Calcond’s living flesh once more...
Calcond himself seemed distracted, undoubtedly by the apparitions that followed this ship back into reality... Isaik saw this as his moment to enter the poor fools mind... Calcond’s creation was visible, a created being by Reavrix... How droll, Isaik has made many minions from nearly nothing, this was nothing new. But the moment was made useful by allowing Isaik to manipulate the world around Calcond for a much easier time breaking the poor fool... Lifting his arms and commanding the unseen, once completely smooth void steel extended from the floor and created a small Gibbet cage with razor like blades facing inwards towards Calcond...
Calcond struggled slightly as Isaik released his mind from his memories to a new nightmare... Calcond would see eyes, always glaring, staring, mad with rage... Judging... Isaik did not do these for no reason... It was obvious Calcond was trying to die... So the most pain he could take was if he lived...
“What do you want?!” Calcond snapped, angry at first... But this would soon change, as no answer returned to him... “Just kill me already!”
Isaik said nothing, there was nothing Calcond could give him that he cared for... Calcond was just a toy for the predator to play with... Isaik tilted his head slightly waving his hand over Calcond. Flesh began to grow and revitalize on Calcond’s bones, he was becoming alive again... Isaik only gave a grim grin as the blades of the Gibbet pierced into the man’s flesh, now that he was alive, his body would feel the sting of the spikes that entered his skin and set his nerves on fire... Isaik did not remove his visage from Calcond as he commanded the spikes to pierce through the man’s body killing him in a splash of gore! But Isaik was not finished, with a small gesture he shrank the blades of the Gibbet and filled Calcond with life again... Calcond gasped in air once more spitting up thick blood...
Isaik finally turned towards the others of the vessel, “It is time to finish our business on Centralis... I sense something of importance happening on Azeroth soon...” Isaik said in a cold calculating tone... Behind him Calcond called out in pain as he was Impaled again an brought back to life... Isaik looked to the ships controls, as they moved on their own, shadowy apparitions seemingly acting as the crew. The great void vessel turn away from the sun before groaning deeply... Large trails of fel flames were pulled from the sun and into the vessel, it would use this as fuel... The fel star shrank considerably and grew dull and dim, the sun had lost millions of years of life...
With a short hand gesture the void vessel warped out of orbit of the near dead fel star, with a reverberating groan the void ship reappeared above the crashed citadel on Centralis, the sky grew dimmer as the imposing vessel commanded the skies. “Time to seek out the demon lord of the citadel..” Isaik said sending blades back into Calcond’s living flesh once more...
Salkeen glared down as the estate groaned before collapsing into the void expanding below it, with luck hopefully Sericon had warped enough away... Still this Soul Thief desires to fight and contain Salkeen and Jericha. Salkeen hissed feeling more backed into a corner, he would need to give the Ered’Kiel more juice... Grabbing two command ports Salkeen roared as he poured more of his own energy into the vessel... The ship groaned as it was wrapped by umbral tentacles and fed overwhelming fel energy.
Salkeen released his hold on the ships controls and fell to the felsteel floor drained and exhausted, Salkeen coughed struggling for words. “Ahcirej to me.... Sericon... Glass it...” Salkeen muttered before kneeling down and trying to recuperate.
When Ahcirej would appear she might feel something odd... Her internal connection to the light might flicker, once or twice then a small steady flow of the light would appear... Whether she questioned it or not didn’t matter, when Salkeen caught his breath he would explain to her why...
Salkeen released his hold on the ships controls and fell to the felsteel floor drained and exhausted, Salkeen coughed struggling for words. “Ahcirej to me.... Sericon... Glass it...” Salkeen muttered before kneeling down and trying to recuperate.
When Ahcirej would appear she might feel something odd... Her internal connection to the light might flicker, once or twice then a small steady flow of the light would appear... Whether she questioned it or not didn’t matter, when Salkeen caught his breath he would explain to her why...
Sericon had been confirming the battle on the battlefield it had appeared the legions of demons had cornered Reavrix and his remaining forces at the shattered base of the citadel. During the time the command forces and elite soldiers left to assault Reavrix’s largest ship the demonic legions had discovered three other floating skulls, it appeared those weird things were all connected. Perhaps they were like a odd citadel wide computer system...
That’s when Sericon received it, a small fel pulse, its signature held Salkeen aura... Without much inference it seemed quite obvious that it was a summoning call... “Keep then contained!” Sericon called to the ground troops gleefully, “The lord is returning soon!” Sericon said as he engaged the engines of the Ered’Kiel. “Proceed!” Sericon called as he pressed the controls to warp.
The Ered’Kiel vanished with a echoing boom before reappearing in the Ghostlands! Sericon looked down upon a modest looking blood elven estate, clearly there was more to it than meets the eye. Sericon glanced at his readings from the area... The horde knew a legion ship had just arrived in the zone, they would have some bit of time before a group arrived to attack...
“Launch the troops our lord needs us!” Sericon command pressing buttons to engage teleporting devices that sent legions of felguards to the ground. Without a need of pointers the felguards streamed in. It wasn’t long before Sericon saw Salkeen exit the estate, “That was quick!” Sericon said with a grin while activating a teleportation device to bring the two commanders aboard.
As his master appeared aboard it seemed things were worse than Sericon originally thought!
“Pull them back, warp all aligned with us... Including a ethereal that may still be living...” Salkeen hissed, he was still unsure of the ethereal but it atleast deserved to survive what he planned to do next... “Once our troops are out... Glass it...” Salkeen said a grim look on his face.
Sericon was slightly confused, the lord never fled from anything... “Yes my Lord.” Engaging the teleportation device Sericon called back as many felguards and this ethereal as he could. Troops appeared in the hanger bay warped in from the combat, it was less felguards then Sericon expected, many of them even seemed disturbed... He could not tell if the ethereal had made it aboard...
Now Sericon moved to engage the impressive fire power with a few button presses he targeted the elven estate and began firing sequences. Sericon grabbed the controls roughly as the ship shuddered, massive umbral tentacles latched onto the vessel. Sericon pulled the controls wildly trying to break free of the voids grasp, his master grabbing some other controls and feeding the ship his power.
“Ahcirej to me.... Sericon... Glass it...”
“Affirmative!” Sericon said activating the last sequence for firing and sending a massive blast of fel to the consuming void below! The ship radiated excessive fel energy as Sericon pushed the ship harder! The sky filled with green light as Sericon rained fel energy and fire down upon the land burning away everything in its path.
Sericon pulled the ship again, the umbral tentacles loosened only slightly by the onslaught and Sericon pushed hard on the engines trying to break free! The ship groaned as more panels tore away, and the ship slowly pulled its way from much of the tentacles grasp. “More power! Shut down non-essentials, redirect power to engines!” Sericon barked.
That’s when Sericon received it, a small fel pulse, its signature held Salkeen aura... Without much inference it seemed quite obvious that it was a summoning call... “Keep then contained!” Sericon called to the ground troops gleefully, “The lord is returning soon!” Sericon said as he engaged the engines of the Ered’Kiel. “Proceed!” Sericon called as he pressed the controls to warp.
The Ered’Kiel vanished with a echoing boom before reappearing in the Ghostlands! Sericon looked down upon a modest looking blood elven estate, clearly there was more to it than meets the eye. Sericon glanced at his readings from the area... The horde knew a legion ship had just arrived in the zone, they would have some bit of time before a group arrived to attack...
“Launch the troops our lord needs us!” Sericon command pressing buttons to engage teleporting devices that sent legions of felguards to the ground. Without a need of pointers the felguards streamed in. It wasn’t long before Sericon saw Salkeen exit the estate, “That was quick!” Sericon said with a grin while activating a teleportation device to bring the two commanders aboard.
As his master appeared aboard it seemed things were worse than Sericon originally thought!
“Pull them back, warp all aligned with us... Including a ethereal that may still be living...” Salkeen hissed, he was still unsure of the ethereal but it atleast deserved to survive what he planned to do next... “Once our troops are out... Glass it...” Salkeen said a grim look on his face.
Sericon was slightly confused, the lord never fled from anything... “Yes my Lord.” Engaging the teleportation device Sericon called back as many felguards and this ethereal as he could. Troops appeared in the hanger bay warped in from the combat, it was less felguards then Sericon expected, many of them even seemed disturbed... He could not tell if the ethereal had made it aboard...
Now Sericon moved to engage the impressive fire power with a few button presses he targeted the elven estate and began firing sequences. Sericon grabbed the controls roughly as the ship shuddered, massive umbral tentacles latched onto the vessel. Sericon pulled the controls wildly trying to break free of the voids grasp, his master grabbing some other controls and feeding the ship his power.
“Ahcirej to me.... Sericon... Glass it...”
“Affirmative!” Sericon said activating the last sequence for firing and sending a massive blast of fel to the consuming void below! The ship radiated excessive fel energy as Sericon pushed the ship harder! The sky filled with green light as Sericon rained fel energy and fire down upon the land burning away everything in its path.
Sericon pulled the ship again, the umbral tentacles loosened only slightly by the onslaught and Sericon pushed hard on the engines trying to break free! The ship groaned as more panels tore away, and the ship slowly pulled its way from much of the tentacles grasp. “More power! Shut down non-essentials, redirect power to engines!” Sericon barked.
Instead Smuggs focused on Ahcirej, during the fight he watched her use great magic in fire and heat, but noticed lingering marks of previous burning... That was something he could remedy!! Smuggs slowly approached the female, he dare not act to aggressive, she didn’t really know him... “Sorry to distract you from the gruesome torturous activities that will undoubtedly be occurring behind me but, May I examine your hands?” Smuggs asked, as he reached to examine.
Ahcirej had just finished taken out a group of Felguards, when she noticed the Gnome approach her. From the way he was dressed and the few times she was able to see him in action. She could tell he was a man of science, and not magic, Ahcirej found science to be fascinating. To her it was man made magic, power that doesn’t require gods or elementals, it doesn’t need the light or the void. So when he speaks she turns her attention towards him. When asked to examine her hands, she holds them out to him. “I don’t mind the distraction, I’ve had my daily dose of gruesome and torturous.”
Smuggs examining the hands, if Ahcirej allowed him to do so, did notice the burn marks, it was astonishing that her body could regenerate from such things but Smuggs knew he could give her something to help facilitate the ability to resist such burns. Turning to his bag, Smuggs dug around until he found a small green syringe! “If you desire no longer being the victim of excessive burning and blistering I might suggest you use this.” Smuggs said offering the small syringe.
She watches him closely as he examines her hands, they are still scarred. The damage caused by both Jericha in her mania, and the backlash from the absolute hot, had left some scarring, and some underlying tissue damage. He seems rather focused on what he is doing, as he looks her hands over. After a few moments he stops and speaks, before offering her a small syringe. Ahcirej gladly accepts what is being offered to her. Taking the small syringe from the Gnome, she thanks him. “Thank you...” She pauses for a moment, when she comes to the realization, she has no Idea what his name is. “Ummm, What is your name, if you don’t mind me asking, I’m Ahcirej. This whole having a body is kinda new to me, I spent the past few centuries locked away. I will say, I sure as hell, wasn’t expecting to deal with all this crap, the moment I was freed from my soul prison.” She looks at the liquid filling the needle, and wonders what its purpose is for.
“Nature likes to hide many desirable adaptations in ludicrous locations, That is Tardigrade DNA supplements, if you decide to use it, it should make you much more resistant to fire... You should be able to stand in boiling water as if it was a afternoon bath, if you ever find yourself in that predicament.” Smuggs said indicating to the genetic serum in the syringe.
She smiles, that would most assuredly come in handy, and any little thing that would make her stronger, and more resistant would only help. She isn’t quite sure how she’s supposed to go about the serum injection. “Do I inject it directly into my hands? If yes, do I inject, half of the serum into one hand and half into the other.” She holds the syringe while waiting for his response, Damn science truly was modern magic. “Perhaps when we have some time, you could teach me a few things. Being able to combine Scientific possibilities, with magical abilities seems....” without warning she vanishes from the spot.
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Ahcirej had just finished taken out a group of Felguards, when she noticed the Gnome approach her. From the way he was dressed and the few times she was able to see him in action. She could tell he was a man of science, and not magic, Ahcirej found science to be fascinating. To her it was man made magic, power that doesn’t require gods or elementals, it doesn’t need the light or the void. So when he speaks she turns her attention towards him. When asked to examine her hands, she holds them out to him. “I don’t mind the distraction, I’ve had my daily dose of gruesome and torturous.”
Smuggs examining the hands, if Ahcirej allowed him to do so, did notice the burn marks, it was astonishing that her body could regenerate from such things but Smuggs knew he could give her something to help facilitate the ability to resist such burns. Turning to his bag, Smuggs dug around until he found a small green syringe! “If you desire no longer being the victim of excessive burning and blistering I might suggest you use this.” Smuggs said offering the small syringe.
She watches him closely as he examines her hands, they are still scarred. The damage caused by both Jericha in her mania, and the backlash from the absolute hot, had left some scarring, and some underlying tissue damage. He seems rather focused on what he is doing, as he looks her hands over. After a few moments he stops and speaks, before offering her a small syringe. Ahcirej gladly accepts what is being offered to her. Taking the small syringe from the Gnome, she thanks him. “Thank you...” She pauses for a moment, when she comes to the realization, she has no Idea what his name is. “Ummm, What is your name, if you don’t mind me asking, I’m Ahcirej. This whole having a body is kinda new to me, I spent the past few centuries locked away. I will say, I sure as hell, wasn’t expecting to deal with all this crap, the moment I was freed from my soul prison.” She looks at the liquid filling the needle, and wonders what its purpose is for.
“Nature likes to hide many desirable adaptations in ludicrous locations, That is Tardigrade DNA supplements, if you decide to use it, it should make you much more resistant to fire... You should be able to stand in boiling water as if it was a afternoon bath, if you ever find yourself in that predicament.” Smuggs said indicating to the genetic serum in the syringe.
She smiles, that would most assuredly come in handy, and any little thing that would make her stronger, and more resistant would only help. She isn’t quite sure how she’s supposed to go about the serum injection. “Do I inject it directly into my hands? If yes, do I inject, half of the serum into one hand and half into the other.” She holds the syringe while waiting for his response, Damn science truly was modern magic. “Perhaps when we have some time, you could teach me a few things. Being able to combine Scientific possibilities, with magical abilities seems....” without warning she vanishes from the spot.
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“Ahcirej to me.... Sericon... Glass it...” Salkeen muttered before kneeling down and trying to recuperate.
When Ahcirej would appear she might feel something odd... Her internal connection to the light might flicker, once or twice then a small steady flow of the light would appear... Whether she questioned it or not didn’t matter, when Salkeen caught his breath he would explain to her why...
One moment she is speaking with the Gnome, the next she is standing aboard a completely different demonic vessel. Her first thought is to attack, but she takes a quick look around her. She sees her Lord, and her twin, then she feels it, it’s weak at first. So weak, that she isn’t sure if what she is feeling is real, a pulse a second pulse, and then, what should have been a steady trickling of light, became much more. One does not just give the Holy Light access to just a little bit of light. One doesn’t forget centuries worth of knowledge and the powers and abilities that come with it. The tattoos covering her body, become infused with holy light. It spreads throughout her entire body, the rims of her eyes, now glow, with holy power. Yet she still finds herself kneeling before her Lord. The return of her light doesn’t seem to have changed that she is his. He was her Lord and she was his to command. He had given her a part of his soul, but most importantly, he had given her a name. Holy, or shadow, fire, or fel...she would follow this demonic Lord til the end of the worlds and back.
“I have no idea why you would return my holy light, however I don’t see you doing anything without a reason. While having it back is nice, I am curious as to why?” It is then that she realizes that she is still holding the syringe in her hand. She now realizes that she should probably ask Lord Salkeen, before injecting the serum into herself
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When Ahcirej would appear she might feel something odd... Her internal connection to the light might flicker, once or twice then a small steady flow of the light would appear... Whether she questioned it or not didn’t matter, when Salkeen caught his breath he would explain to her why...
One moment she is speaking with the Gnome, the next she is standing aboard a completely different demonic vessel. Her first thought is to attack, but she takes a quick look around her. She sees her Lord, and her twin, then she feels it, it’s weak at first. So weak, that she isn’t sure if what she is feeling is real, a pulse a second pulse, and then, what should have been a steady trickling of light, became much more. One does not just give the Holy Light access to just a little bit of light. One doesn’t forget centuries worth of knowledge and the powers and abilities that come with it. The tattoos covering her body, become infused with holy light. It spreads throughout her entire body, the rims of her eyes, now glow, with holy power. Yet she still finds herself kneeling before her Lord. The return of her light doesn’t seem to have changed that she is his. He was her Lord and she was his to command. He had given her a part of his soul, but most importantly, he had given her a name. Holy, or shadow, fire, or fel...she would follow this demonic Lord til the end of the worlds and back.
“I have no idea why you would return my holy light, however I don’t see you doing anything without a reason. While having it back is nice, I am curious as to why?” It is then that she realizes that she is still holding the syringe in her hand. She now realizes that she should probably ask Lord Salkeen, before injecting the serum into herself
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Izzabelle parried the thrust of the clones arcane blade with her her own, fel infused one. Arcane sparks and fel flames flew from the blades as they collided. She drops down and sweeps her leg across the floor catching the clone behind the knees. As it falls towards the floor, Izzabelle follows through with an attack, driving her daggers into it. One blade sinks into its eye, while she drives the other into its throat. She emits an animalistic growl, as she twists the blade, driving it through the eye socket and into the brain. She rips the other fel infused dagger across its throat, creating a second smile, that goes from ear to ear. She rips the blade from it head, its eyeball speared onto the end. The clone vanishes in a burst of magic, as Izzabelle turns to face the approaching demons
Three Gan’arg and their Mo’arg boss are baring down on her. Taking a deep breath, she spews out a dozen of her fel plagued demonic spiders. They land on the closest two Gan’arg, and rapidly race up their bodies and burrow into their ears, and noses. A few of the spiders bite down into the demonic flesh,of their distended abdomens, corroding it with their acidic tissue eating fel plague. As the flesh blacken and dies, sickly green ichor, starts oozing from the blistering dead skin. The spiders bury their way past the dying flesh, deep into their stomach, and intestines. At first the Gan’arg don’t seem to take mush notice, just hissing in pain at the initial burning of the first bites, and the stinging pain that follows it.
They take about seven more steps and drop to the floor, howling and writhing about it agony. They start ripping at their bulbous stomachs with their claws. Their abs are now grotesquely bulged out, and movement can be seen, beneath the bruised stretched out flesh. Jagged claws are driven into soft tissue, as the shrieking demons begin shredding their bellies. Puss like green fel blood spills from the gaping wounds, along with thousands of small fel burning spiders. They hit the void infused floor, emit a high pitched shrieking before being obliterated. It takes about fifteen seconds of mind destroying pain, before the heads of the two infected Gan’arg, split open. Greyish green rotted brain matter, along with thousands of more spiders drop out of the large crater that now splits their heads in two.
The third Gan’arg throws an explosive at Izzabelle, just as she releases a shuriken storm, towards both it and the Mo’arg following close behind. The first of the shurikans strike the Gan’arg ripping its arms from its torso, before the rest shred its body into demonic strips and chunks. A befitting end to such a loathsome creature. It’s remains splatter against the Mo’arg, who merely grins as the remaining shurikens rip into its flesh. About then the bomb explodes, Izzabelle is sent into the air by the force of the blast. The intense heat blisters and burns about a third of her thick scaly demonic hide. The white hot shrapnel tear into her flesh ripping away chunks of flesh and muscle.
The Mo’arg roars and send its massive fel infused circular saw blade flying at the air bound Felblood. It connects with a sickening sound, as it sinks deep into her chest and abdomen. It shatters the lower part of her breastbone, and nearly sever the lower part of her body in half. She strikes the floor hard bouncing a few times. Her intestines are strewn across the void infused floor in a bloody mess. Izzabelle mindlessly grabs at them, as her body goes into convulsions, she tries shoving them back into her ruined stomach. Fel green bloods bubbles up out of her mouth as she gathers the bloody mess of destroyed organs towards her. The healing fel flames spread across her body, she activates her crimson vial, just as Varicar’s chi mists wash over her. Most of the damage is healed, she rolls to her feet and vanishes into the shadows. She goes to attack the Mo’arg, but it isn’t their, all she sees, is the bloody remains of what was once a powerful demon, now spread about the floor in bite sized bloody bits and bone splinters. For a second she thinks she sees a bunch of void like ethereal creatures moving away from the destruction.
She turns and sees Ahcirej talking to the ventilation Gnome, known as Smuggs, she hadn’t expected to see him here. She is startled when Ahcirej suddenly vanishes. Not sure what else to do she moves closer to Varicar, as Master Isaik deals with the bothersome undead Mage. She watches the horrific torture playing out a few times, truly he should have surrendered while the opportunity was still viable.
Three Gan’arg and their Mo’arg boss are baring down on her. Taking a deep breath, she spews out a dozen of her fel plagued demonic spiders. They land on the closest two Gan’arg, and rapidly race up their bodies and burrow into their ears, and noses. A few of the spiders bite down into the demonic flesh,of their distended abdomens, corroding it with their acidic tissue eating fel plague. As the flesh blacken and dies, sickly green ichor, starts oozing from the blistering dead skin. The spiders bury their way past the dying flesh, deep into their stomach, and intestines. At first the Gan’arg don’t seem to take mush notice, just hissing in pain at the initial burning of the first bites, and the stinging pain that follows it.
They take about seven more steps and drop to the floor, howling and writhing about it agony. They start ripping at their bulbous stomachs with their claws. Their abs are now grotesquely bulged out, and movement can be seen, beneath the bruised stretched out flesh. Jagged claws are driven into soft tissue, as the shrieking demons begin shredding their bellies. Puss like green fel blood spills from the gaping wounds, along with thousands of small fel burning spiders. They hit the void infused floor, emit a high pitched shrieking before being obliterated. It takes about fifteen seconds of mind destroying pain, before the heads of the two infected Gan’arg, split open. Greyish green rotted brain matter, along with thousands of more spiders drop out of the large crater that now splits their heads in two.
The third Gan’arg throws an explosive at Izzabelle, just as she releases a shuriken storm, towards both it and the Mo’arg following close behind. The first of the shurikans strike the Gan’arg ripping its arms from its torso, before the rest shred its body into demonic strips and chunks. A befitting end to such a loathsome creature. It’s remains splatter against the Mo’arg, who merely grins as the remaining shurikens rip into its flesh. About then the bomb explodes, Izzabelle is sent into the air by the force of the blast. The intense heat blisters and burns about a third of her thick scaly demonic hide. The white hot shrapnel tear into her flesh ripping away chunks of flesh and muscle.
The Mo’arg roars and send its massive fel infused circular saw blade flying at the air bound Felblood. It connects with a sickening sound, as it sinks deep into her chest and abdomen. It shatters the lower part of her breastbone, and nearly sever the lower part of her body in half. She strikes the floor hard bouncing a few times. Her intestines are strewn across the void infused floor in a bloody mess. Izzabelle mindlessly grabs at them, as her body goes into convulsions, she tries shoving them back into her ruined stomach. Fel green bloods bubbles up out of her mouth as she gathers the bloody mess of destroyed organs towards her. The healing fel flames spread across her body, she activates her crimson vial, just as Varicar’s chi mists wash over her. Most of the damage is healed, she rolls to her feet and vanishes into the shadows. She goes to attack the Mo’arg, but it isn’t their, all she sees, is the bloody remains of what was once a powerful demon, now spread about the floor in bite sized bloody bits and bone splinters. For a second she thinks she sees a bunch of void like ethereal creatures moving away from the destruction.
She turns and sees Ahcirej talking to the ventilation Gnome, known as Smuggs, she hadn’t expected to see him here. She is startled when Ahcirej suddenly vanishes. Not sure what else to do she moves closer to Varicar, as Master Isaik deals with the bothersome undead Mage. She watches the horrific torture playing out a few times, truly he should have surrendered while the opportunity was still viable.
Salkeen stood tall, trying to hide the damage done to him in the fight, carefully laying Jericha down, he glared at Sericon. “Pull them back, warp all aligned with us... Including a ethereal that may still be living...” Salkeen hissed, he was still unsure of the ethereal but it atleast deserved to survive what he planned to do next... “Once our troops are out... Glass it...” Salkeen said a grim look on his face.
Jericha lays there, listening as Lord Salkeen gives the orders to destroy her Estate. She cannot see him, her eyes having been destroyed, she couldn’t see, nor could she speak. She needed to tell him that so etching wasn’t right, she was still growing weaker. It was then that she felt the vessel shudder, as if it was suddenly grabbed and jerked in a direction opposite of its original trajectory. She then feels it, the dark twisted blackness of the void, wrapped around the hull of the ship, pulling it down. She fights her way up into a sitting position, her void form fluctuating, because of the blatant destruction of her physical form.
Salkeen hissed feeling more backed into a corner, he would need to give the Ered’Kiel more juice... Grabbing two command ports Salkeen roared as he poured more of his own energy into the vessel...
“Ahcirej to me.... Sericon... Glass it...”
“Affirmative!” Sericon said activating the last sequence for firing and sending a massive blast of fel to the consuming void below! The ship radiated excessive fel energy as Sericon pushed the ship harder! The sky filled with green light as Sericon rained fel energy and fire down upon the land burning away everything in its path.
Sericon pulled the ship again, the umbral tentacles loosened only slightly by the onslaught and Sericon pushed hard on the engines trying to break free! The ship groaned as more panels tore away, and the ship slowly pulled its way from much of the tentacles grasp. “More power! Shut down non-essentials, redirect power to engines!” Sericon barked.
Jericha’s breathing speeds up as her body becomes unstable, yet she still pulls on the void. She was the void witch, she was Lord Salkeen’s void witch, and the void had chosen her. She drives demonic claws down into the fel steel floor and unleashes a massive amount of void directing it towards the massive umbral tentacles. Tentacles that are attempting to crush the vessel and drag it and its crew into the void. Jericha starts fighting to take control of the tentacles from the Soul Thief. The amount of void pouring off of her as she battled him can be felt by all those close to her. Without thinking, only knowing she needs to take control if only for a moment. She sacrifices thousands of her bodies souls, to power her artifact eye. The sudden influx of energy, gives her the power necessary to rip control of the umbral tentacles from her insane Grandfather. She commands them to release the vessel, the horrific things begin to lessen their grip and unwind.
Sericon needs to fire again while she still has control of the void tentacles, she can feel the soul thief already starting to reinsert his control of them. Jericha is inexplicably overcome with weakness, she falls backwards unconscious, as her void form fails her. Returning to a flesh and blood form, one can now see the full extent of the damage that has been done, damage that is still being done to her. Over sixty five percent of the souls that created her body were gone. She more resembles a fleshless mostly skeletal horror, than anything living. Her organs can be seen behind her bones, held in place by some dark magic. Most of her digestive system was missing. Strips of muscle sinew and tendons cling to the bones of her arms and legs. Yet now that she was no longer in void form it can be seen, one of those soul draining rifts clings to her, ripping more and more souls from her body.
The Soul Thief thought to hide it within her Void form, believing none would notice until it was to late to save her. He didn’t take into account Jericha’s own insanity, or her Lords ability to recognize when something was wrong with his minion, with his Void Witch.
What remains of Jericha’s estate is decimated by the overwhelming fire power of the Ered’kiel. Meanwhile the Ethereal appears aboard the demonic vessel, feeling a bit like the man selling steakburgers at a vegetarian convention. He senses that his Mistress is in trouble...again, and starts to move in her general direction.
Jericha lays there, listening as Lord Salkeen gives the orders to destroy her Estate. She cannot see him, her eyes having been destroyed, she couldn’t see, nor could she speak. She needed to tell him that so etching wasn’t right, she was still growing weaker. It was then that she felt the vessel shudder, as if it was suddenly grabbed and jerked in a direction opposite of its original trajectory. She then feels it, the dark twisted blackness of the void, wrapped around the hull of the ship, pulling it down. She fights her way up into a sitting position, her void form fluctuating, because of the blatant destruction of her physical form.
Salkeen hissed feeling more backed into a corner, he would need to give the Ered’Kiel more juice... Grabbing two command ports Salkeen roared as he poured more of his own energy into the vessel...
“Ahcirej to me.... Sericon... Glass it...”
“Affirmative!” Sericon said activating the last sequence for firing and sending a massive blast of fel to the consuming void below! The ship radiated excessive fel energy as Sericon pushed the ship harder! The sky filled with green light as Sericon rained fel energy and fire down upon the land burning away everything in its path.
Sericon pulled the ship again, the umbral tentacles loosened only slightly by the onslaught and Sericon pushed hard on the engines trying to break free! The ship groaned as more panels tore away, and the ship slowly pulled its way from much of the tentacles grasp. “More power! Shut down non-essentials, redirect power to engines!” Sericon barked.
Jericha’s breathing speeds up as her body becomes unstable, yet she still pulls on the void. She was the void witch, she was Lord Salkeen’s void witch, and the void had chosen her. She drives demonic claws down into the fel steel floor and unleashes a massive amount of void directing it towards the massive umbral tentacles. Tentacles that are attempting to crush the vessel and drag it and its crew into the void. Jericha starts fighting to take control of the tentacles from the Soul Thief. The amount of void pouring off of her as she battled him can be felt by all those close to her. Without thinking, only knowing she needs to take control if only for a moment. She sacrifices thousands of her bodies souls, to power her artifact eye. The sudden influx of energy, gives her the power necessary to rip control of the umbral tentacles from her insane Grandfather. She commands them to release the vessel, the horrific things begin to lessen their grip and unwind.
Sericon needs to fire again while she still has control of the void tentacles, she can feel the soul thief already starting to reinsert his control of them. Jericha is inexplicably overcome with weakness, she falls backwards unconscious, as her void form fails her. Returning to a flesh and blood form, one can now see the full extent of the damage that has been done, damage that is still being done to her. Over sixty five percent of the souls that created her body were gone. She more resembles a fleshless mostly skeletal horror, than anything living. Her organs can be seen behind her bones, held in place by some dark magic. Most of her digestive system was missing. Strips of muscle sinew and tendons cling to the bones of her arms and legs. Yet now that she was no longer in void form it can be seen, one of those soul draining rifts clings to her, ripping more and more souls from her body.
The Soul Thief thought to hide it within her Void form, believing none would notice until it was to late to save her. He didn’t take into account Jericha’s own insanity, or her Lords ability to recognize when something was wrong with his minion, with his Void Witch.
What remains of Jericha’s estate is decimated by the overwhelming fire power of the Ered’kiel. Meanwhile the Ethereal appears aboard the demonic vessel, feeling a bit like the man selling steakburgers at a vegetarian convention. He senses that his Mistress is in trouble...again, and starts to move in her general direction.
Sericon reengaged the weapons again sending searing blasts of fel at the umbral tentacles keeping the Ered’Kiel, with a resounding crack and boom the Ered’Kiel broke free of the tentacles and slowly moved forward. The Ered’Kiel pulling free, hummer with energy as Sericon made the executive decision to warp!
“Short range tactical warp engaged!” Sericon said redirecting energy around the Ered’Kiel. “Mark!” Sericon yelled, as the ship jumped from the airspace above the ruins of the Ghostlands estate and appeared above the ocean far to the east of the Ghostlands.
Sericon immediately whirled around noticing Ahcirej aboard and the conditions of his two commanders. “She looks like she needs immediate attention!” Sericon barked before looking at Salkeen, “My Lord? Are you injured?” Sericon asked, before glancing at some felguards entering the room.
“Bring in the amniotic chamber, submerge the Void Witch. If she dies, the Lord will be beyond reason.” Sericon commanded. The felguards saluted before charging out.
Sericon turned to Ahcirej, “You channel the light, care to channel some into our Lord?” Sericon asked, he had a idea why the light had slowly returned...
“Short range tactical warp engaged!” Sericon said redirecting energy around the Ered’Kiel. “Mark!” Sericon yelled, as the ship jumped from the airspace above the ruins of the Ghostlands estate and appeared above the ocean far to the east of the Ghostlands.
Sericon immediately whirled around noticing Ahcirej aboard and the conditions of his two commanders. “She looks like she needs immediate attention!” Sericon barked before looking at Salkeen, “My Lord? Are you injured?” Sericon asked, before glancing at some felguards entering the room.
“Bring in the amniotic chamber, submerge the Void Witch. If she dies, the Lord will be beyond reason.” Sericon commanded. The felguards saluted before charging out.
Sericon turned to Ahcirej, “You channel the light, care to channel some into our Lord?” Sericon asked, he had a idea why the light had slowly returned...
“Affirmative!”
Salkeen exhaled, now that he was aboard the Ered’Kiel he could recover some of his energy... He rested his eyes for all but a moment before Ahcirej appeared to him..
“I have no idea why you would return my holy light, however I don’t see you doing anything without a reason. While having it back is nice, I am curious as to why?”
Salkeen looked up at his minion, he still felt drained... “Your light was never truly gone because of my attachment to you, only hidden... The Master fears that if you are infused with light, it might taint Jericha...” Salkeen coughed.. “My Master fails to accept that I am also tainted by the light...” Salkeen said his voice low, his green eyes were not as vibrant...
“I once told your twin, the true way to create fel... Without... The need... Of souls... The light...” Salkeen slowly rose to his feet standing taller than Ahcirej... “I am the lord of fel and the Phoenix of the Legion, because I create my own fel with my own light...” Salkeen said extending his hand, he revealed a tiny shard of light. He then consumed the tiny shard of light with fel causing it to burn vibrant and strong and green.
It was at this time the Ered’Kiel warped to a new safer location. Salkeen looked upon Jericha she seemed weak, but Sericon had made great commands so far.
My Lord? Are you injured?”
“I am well enough, tend to Jericha...” Salkeen grunted as he moved over towards the commander’s chair. Salkeen merely watched as Felguards brought in a amniotic chamber to submerge Jericha within.
“You channel the light, care to channel some into our Lord?”
Salkeen huffed at the suggestion, he was stronger than this... He was no where near defeated... Yet next he would have to face Reavrix...
Salkeen exhaled, now that he was aboard the Ered’Kiel he could recover some of his energy... He rested his eyes for all but a moment before Ahcirej appeared to him..
“I have no idea why you would return my holy light, however I don’t see you doing anything without a reason. While having it back is nice, I am curious as to why?”
Salkeen looked up at his minion, he still felt drained... “Your light was never truly gone because of my attachment to you, only hidden... The Master fears that if you are infused with light, it might taint Jericha...” Salkeen coughed.. “My Master fails to accept that I am also tainted by the light...” Salkeen said his voice low, his green eyes were not as vibrant...
“I once told your twin, the true way to create fel... Without... The need... Of souls... The light...” Salkeen slowly rose to his feet standing taller than Ahcirej... “I am the lord of fel and the Phoenix of the Legion, because I create my own fel with my own light...” Salkeen said extending his hand, he revealed a tiny shard of light. He then consumed the tiny shard of light with fel causing it to burn vibrant and strong and green.
It was at this time the Ered’Kiel warped to a new safer location. Salkeen looked upon Jericha she seemed weak, but Sericon had made great commands so far.
My Lord? Are you injured?”
“I am well enough, tend to Jericha...” Salkeen grunted as he moved over towards the commander’s chair. Salkeen merely watched as Felguards brought in a amniotic chamber to submerge Jericha within.
“You channel the light, care to channel some into our Lord?”
Salkeen huffed at the suggestion, he was stronger than this... He was no where near defeated... Yet next he would have to face Reavrix...
Salkeen looked up at his minion, he still felt drained... “Your light was never truly gone because of my attachment to you, only hidden... The Master fears that if you are infused with light, it might taint Jericha...” Salkeen coughed.. “My Master fails to accept that I am also tainted by the light...” Salkeen said his voice low, his green eyes were not as vibrant...
Ahcirej looked at her Lord, to be honest, she had always known she still had the light. She had just been so afraid that it would be taken, that she locked it away, convincing herself it was gone for good. She is however surprised to hear that Lord Salkeen, is also infused with the light. “I cannot infuse Jericha with the light, her body won’t accept it. It has nothing to do with Sethe’s blood either. The Void in her will not allow the light to touch her.” She looks at her dying twin, noticing the soul draining portal that is slowly killing her. Seeing that nothing is being done about it, she blasts it with holy fire. When she does Jericha’s jerks unconsciously away from the holy magic. The souls within the portal scream, as it seems to fight back. Countering her holy magic with powerful void magic.
"My Lord? Are you injured?”
”I am well enough, tend to Jericha...” Salkeen grunted as he moved over towards the commander’s chair. Salkeen merely watched as Felguards brought in a amniotic chamber to submerge Jericha within.
Submerging Jericha wouldn’t do any good if her body is still being destroyed by the soul eating rift attached to her. The rift was to strong for her to destroy at this time. Unlike the others she was still being effected by the debilitating plague, and had just taken a massive amount of damage in the fight against Calcond. She moves closer to Lord Salkeen, while casting penance at the soul portal. “Speaking of Master Isaik, he now has his own vessel, a Citadel of void. He was about to start Torturing an undead mage, that proved most annoying. He wasn’t happy when Jericha teleported the two of you away.” She knows that the portal unmaking her twin needs to be destroyed, but she will need Lord Salkeen’s help. Her holy light being effected by the plague, wasn’t strong enough, to go up against the Soul Thief’s magic.
Sericon turned to Ahcirej, “You channel the light, care to channel some into our Lord?”
Ahcirej looks over at Sericon and grins. “If that’s what he needs.” She moves over and places a hand against his chest, and releases a small but steady stream of light into him. She would release more if commanded to do so. As the light flows from her into him, it also washes over her body, healing the rest of the damage she had taken earlier. The light moves from her to Lord Salkeen trying to mend the damaged flesh. Hopefully Lord Salkeen would be able to transform it to fel and use it to heal. Ebony’s Tower weakens and destroys light users and magic. She wonders if Lord Salkeen had felt that while he was there. As she feeds light into her Lord she looks back at Jericha. “The portal needs to be destroyed, but this damn plague is weakening my abilities. A few recent near death experiences has left me weaker than normal.” Ahcirej spoke while sending another blast of holy fire at the soul portal.
Ahcirej looked at her Lord, to be honest, she had always known she still had the light. She had just been so afraid that it would be taken, that she locked it away, convincing herself it was gone for good. She is however surprised to hear that Lord Salkeen, is also infused with the light. “I cannot infuse Jericha with the light, her body won’t accept it. It has nothing to do with Sethe’s blood either. The Void in her will not allow the light to touch her.” She looks at her dying twin, noticing the soul draining portal that is slowly killing her. Seeing that nothing is being done about it, she blasts it with holy fire. When she does Jericha’s jerks unconsciously away from the holy magic. The souls within the portal scream, as it seems to fight back. Countering her holy magic with powerful void magic.
"My Lord? Are you injured?”
”I am well enough, tend to Jericha...” Salkeen grunted as he moved over towards the commander’s chair. Salkeen merely watched as Felguards brought in a amniotic chamber to submerge Jericha within.
Submerging Jericha wouldn’t do any good if her body is still being destroyed by the soul eating rift attached to her. The rift was to strong for her to destroy at this time. Unlike the others she was still being effected by the debilitating plague, and had just taken a massive amount of damage in the fight against Calcond. She moves closer to Lord Salkeen, while casting penance at the soul portal. “Speaking of Master Isaik, he now has his own vessel, a Citadel of void. He was about to start Torturing an undead mage, that proved most annoying. He wasn’t happy when Jericha teleported the two of you away.” She knows that the portal unmaking her twin needs to be destroyed, but she will need Lord Salkeen’s help. Her holy light being effected by the plague, wasn’t strong enough, to go up against the Soul Thief’s magic.
Sericon turned to Ahcirej, “You channel the light, care to channel some into our Lord?”
Ahcirej looks over at Sericon and grins. “If that’s what he needs.” She moves over and places a hand against his chest, and releases a small but steady stream of light into him. She would release more if commanded to do so. As the light flows from her into him, it also washes over her body, healing the rest of the damage she had taken earlier. The light moves from her to Lord Salkeen trying to mend the damaged flesh. Hopefully Lord Salkeen would be able to transform it to fel and use it to heal. Ebony’s Tower weakens and destroys light users and magic. She wonders if Lord Salkeen had felt that while he was there. As she feeds light into her Lord she looks back at Jericha. “The portal needs to be destroyed, but this damn plague is weakening my abilities. A few recent near death experiences has left me weaker than normal.” Ahcirej spoke while sending another blast of holy fire at the soul portal.
Maleok stood triumphant over many corpses of demonic attackers, their blood coating all the walls... His eyes still healing started to show a semblance of the world again... It had changed drastically... Gone was the rough and hot fel steel, now was a cold smooth and sharp void black steel... Was he on a different vessel? Something in inside Maleok told him it was both... The massive Drakkari strode forward, something in this place called to him...
As Maleok moved forward it seemed the hallways and doors made a direct path to what he needed... This was a weird place, the light on the walls hanging like a lantern stayed incredibly dim concealing the hallways until one stepped near enough to them in which they would illuminate around the person nearby... It seemed to shroud ones journey ahead in darkness and behind them in shadows... Still Maleok moved on until the hallways stopped... Before him stood a slightly larger door than usual, across the door were intricate designs shaped as if by blood...
Pushing open the doors revealed a entire room of pulsating blood orbs, blood inside vats and man sized tubes... The room was adorned troll like designs made of void steel... The fires that lit the very walls were a deep bluish purple... This place, seemed... Like it was made for Maleok... Maleok moved around the room, feeling every drop of blood in the containers... Maleok gave a small grin as a black void steel throne awaited him, its shape not unlike the old thrones once found in Gun’Drak... The massive Drakkari felt it was time for a short rest, taking a seat on the throne, he sat gazing out at his room of blood...
As Maleok moved forward it seemed the hallways and doors made a direct path to what he needed... This was a weird place, the light on the walls hanging like a lantern stayed incredibly dim concealing the hallways until one stepped near enough to them in which they would illuminate around the person nearby... It seemed to shroud ones journey ahead in darkness and behind them in shadows... Still Maleok moved on until the hallways stopped... Before him stood a slightly larger door than usual, across the door were intricate designs shaped as if by blood...
Pushing open the doors revealed a entire room of pulsating blood orbs, blood inside vats and man sized tubes... The room was adorned troll like designs made of void steel... The fires that lit the very walls were a deep bluish purple... This place, seemed... Like it was made for Maleok... Maleok moved around the room, feeling every drop of blood in the containers... Maleok gave a small grin as a black void steel throne awaited him, its shape not unlike the old thrones once found in Gun’Drak... The massive Drakkari felt it was time for a short rest, taking a seat on the throne, he sat gazing out at his room of blood...
“Do I inject it directly into my hands? If yes, do I inject, half of the serum into one hand and half into the other.” She holds the syringe while waiting for his response, Damn science truly was modern magic. “Perhaps when we have some time, you could teach me a few things. Being able to combine Scientific possibilities, with magical abilities seems....” without warning she vanishes from the spot.
Smuggs was about to reply that all one needed to do was inject themselves anywhere on the body to facilitate the genetic affects before the mage women vanished! Smuggs examined the air for a bit, it had appeared as if she had been summoned off or teleported by something... It seemed much like what Smuggs heard hearthstones could do... Smuggs scratcher his helmet, it had seemed the others weren’t immediately in a state of alarm so perhaps it was normal? Smuggs just hoped that if Ahcirej didn’t use his serum she would return it to him, creating genetic strands that attached onto injected individuals was not a easy endeavor!
Smuggs sighed looking at the other to minions. A elf monk looking guy and a elf rogue... What was this a elf convention? Silvermoon 2.0?? He shrugged and moved forward, “Examination of both your fighting styles leads me to believe you might also benefit from some genetic enhancing... Tell me have you ever heard of the Mantis Shrimp?” Smuggs asked coyly. He fished for another two syringes each containing the genetic material for the specific evolutionary advancement that made the Mantis Shrimp a terror to behold. Pulling the two syringes out Smuggs held them out...
“Mantis Shrimp have the fastest punch of any animal on the planet! This amazing creature can move its claws at fifty miles a hour in less then five inches! That’s faster than some firearms!!” The gnome said seeming to get happier at the talk of the animal adaptation for swift carnage... Smuggs glanced at Izzabelle extra hard before activating a device on his helmet.
The gnome stared in slight awe examining the spider sac located within the elvish women. “Quite a adaptation, I suspect you can summon them forth on command? I think I can make that faster... Here!” Smuggs fished for another syringe before holding it out for Izzabelle. “That is Red-Eyed Tree Frog Genetic strands, that species has the amazing instinctual response ability to hatch early if they feel like they may be in danger! Basically when you feel like something is coming this genetic strand will ensure more of your little spiders are ready to go!” Smuggs said again filled with much interest in his new test subjects...
Subject Alpha continued its slaughter slaying pocket after pocket of demons until it could find no more... The genetic monster groaned as it grew bored, slowly she made her way forward the ship opening up hallway after hallway until it cane upon something... A odd room filled with science instruments of every kind, amniotic chambers and high tech devices filled the room. But what was more curious was the giant cage like chamber on the other side, filled with meat and gore it was a feast for Subject Alpha... She made her way through the room seemingly trying to expand for her size until she made it to the food...
The genetic beast roared in delight feasting on fresh meat and carrion! The beast covered her maw in blood, shrieking as she splattered gore across her cage area... Finally the massive beast had her fill and laid down to slumber ready to digest her meal... As the genetic monster closed her eyes, the other side of her cage open revealing a twisted fey forest that she could explore when she awoke...
Smuggs was about to reply that all one needed to do was inject themselves anywhere on the body to facilitate the genetic affects before the mage women vanished! Smuggs examined the air for a bit, it had appeared as if she had been summoned off or teleported by something... It seemed much like what Smuggs heard hearthstones could do... Smuggs scratcher his helmet, it had seemed the others weren’t immediately in a state of alarm so perhaps it was normal? Smuggs just hoped that if Ahcirej didn’t use his serum she would return it to him, creating genetic strands that attached onto injected individuals was not a easy endeavor!
Smuggs sighed looking at the other to minions. A elf monk looking guy and a elf rogue... What was this a elf convention? Silvermoon 2.0?? He shrugged and moved forward, “Examination of both your fighting styles leads me to believe you might also benefit from some genetic enhancing... Tell me have you ever heard of the Mantis Shrimp?” Smuggs asked coyly. He fished for another two syringes each containing the genetic material for the specific evolutionary advancement that made the Mantis Shrimp a terror to behold. Pulling the two syringes out Smuggs held them out...
“Mantis Shrimp have the fastest punch of any animal on the planet! This amazing creature can move its claws at fifty miles a hour in less then five inches! That’s faster than some firearms!!” The gnome said seeming to get happier at the talk of the animal adaptation for swift carnage... Smuggs glanced at Izzabelle extra hard before activating a device on his helmet.
The gnome stared in slight awe examining the spider sac located within the elvish women. “Quite a adaptation, I suspect you can summon them forth on command? I think I can make that faster... Here!” Smuggs fished for another syringe before holding it out for Izzabelle. “That is Red-Eyed Tree Frog Genetic strands, that species has the amazing instinctual response ability to hatch early if they feel like they may be in danger! Basically when you feel like something is coming this genetic strand will ensure more of your little spiders are ready to go!” Smuggs said again filled with much interest in his new test subjects...
Subject Alpha continued its slaughter slaying pocket after pocket of demons until it could find no more... The genetic monster groaned as it grew bored, slowly she made her way forward the ship opening up hallway after hallway until it cane upon something... A odd room filled with science instruments of every kind, amniotic chambers and high tech devices filled the room. But what was more curious was the giant cage like chamber on the other side, filled with meat and gore it was a feast for Subject Alpha... She made her way through the room seemingly trying to expand for her size until she made it to the food...
The genetic beast roared in delight feasting on fresh meat and carrion! The beast covered her maw in blood, shrieking as she splattered gore across her cage area... Finally the massive beast had her fill and laid down to slumber ready to digest her meal... As the genetic monster closed her eyes, the other side of her cage open revealing a twisted fey forest that she could explore when she awoke...
Flesh began to grow and revitalize on Calcond’s bones, he was becoming alive again... Isaik only gave a grim grin as the blades of the Gibbet pierced into the man’s flesh, now that he was alive, his body would feel the sting of the spikes that entered his skin and set his nerves on fire... Isaik did not remove his visage from Calcond as he commanded the spikes to pierce through the man’s body killing him in a splash of gore! But Isaik was not finished, with a small gesture he shrank the blades of the Gibbet and filled Calcond with life again... Calcond gasped in air once more spitting up thick blood...
Yumara gleefully watched as the razor-sharp spikes pierced the now living mans flesh. His screams of pain were like music to her ears, she could listen to them for hours. To soon however they ended, the man became silent, then a gasp is heard, followed by wails of agony as his flesh is pierced once again. The spikes puncture muscles, burst through organs. Yumara watches this for a few minutes, this man was responsible for the death of her Nagisa, forever changing him in the process. She hopes that Master comes up with even more painful tortures, to inflict upon the loathsome creature.
She sees the Gnome speaking with Ahcirej before she disappears. Ahcirej was an oddity, the body that she called her own, was created for Jericha. A body that Jericha had rejected in the end, unable to truly connect to it. This gave the light half of Jericha a body all of her own, but it was Salkeen that made Ahcirej her person. Yumara could easily see that that while Jericha and Ahcirej were still tied together, they were also becoming separate from each other.
She watches as the Gnome talks to her son, and then to Izzabelle. Looking around she sees the creatures from the twisted fey forest, moving about unsure of the change in the environment surrounding them. Yumara moves towards them, she stops when she is close. Roots flow from her feet across the floor, they slowly begin to entwine around the twisted fey creatures. They are followed by vines that leave her fingers, that dance through the air, before encircling the dark fey beings. A leafy membrane spreads over the roots and vines, soon all the dark creatures are cocooned within these living pods. An amniotic fluid of sorts starts to fill the pods, both warm and soothing.
They dark fey beings soon find themselves completely engulfed in the fluid. It enters through their mouths, noses, ears, eyes... etc, filling their insides. Suddenly there’s movement as these creatures begin flailing about madly within their living pods. The plant pods seem to shake and jump, before becoming still once more. All the creatures had been dissolved from the inside out, the fluid absorbed back into the roots, vines, and leaves, that creates each individual pod. Yumara pulls the roots and vines back into herself, nothing of the fey creatures remains. She then moves towards Master, once close she drops to her knees beside him and leans towards him, so that she is pressed up against his robes. Being this close to him calmed her, and helped to restore her balance, which she was in need of at the moment.
“Master”
Yumara gleefully watched as the razor-sharp spikes pierced the now living mans flesh. His screams of pain were like music to her ears, she could listen to them for hours. To soon however they ended, the man became silent, then a gasp is heard, followed by wails of agony as his flesh is pierced once again. The spikes puncture muscles, burst through organs. Yumara watches this for a few minutes, this man was responsible for the death of her Nagisa, forever changing him in the process. She hopes that Master comes up with even more painful tortures, to inflict upon the loathsome creature.
She sees the Gnome speaking with Ahcirej before she disappears. Ahcirej was an oddity, the body that she called her own, was created for Jericha. A body that Jericha had rejected in the end, unable to truly connect to it. This gave the light half of Jericha a body all of her own, but it was Salkeen that made Ahcirej her person. Yumara could easily see that that while Jericha and Ahcirej were still tied together, they were also becoming separate from each other.
She watches as the Gnome talks to her son, and then to Izzabelle. Looking around she sees the creatures from the twisted fey forest, moving about unsure of the change in the environment surrounding them. Yumara moves towards them, she stops when she is close. Roots flow from her feet across the floor, they slowly begin to entwine around the twisted fey creatures. They are followed by vines that leave her fingers, that dance through the air, before encircling the dark fey beings. A leafy membrane spreads over the roots and vines, soon all the dark creatures are cocooned within these living pods. An amniotic fluid of sorts starts to fill the pods, both warm and soothing.
They dark fey beings soon find themselves completely engulfed in the fluid. It enters through their mouths, noses, ears, eyes... etc, filling their insides. Suddenly there’s movement as these creatures begin flailing about madly within their living pods. The plant pods seem to shake and jump, before becoming still once more. All the creatures had been dissolved from the inside out, the fluid absorbed back into the roots, vines, and leaves, that creates each individual pod. Yumara pulls the roots and vines back into herself, nothing of the fey creatures remains. She then moves towards Master, once close she drops to her knees beside him and leans towards him, so that she is pressed up against his robes. Being this close to him calmed her, and helped to restore her balance, which she was in need of at the moment.
“Master”