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...
Izzabelle watched as Ahcirej was teleported away, or perhaps she teleported herself away. It was a viable option, she was a Mage now after all. She is pondering this when she feels eyes on her. She looks, and sees that the Gnome that was talking to Ahcirej early, now had its attention focused on her. Well not her per say it something within her. “Ah! Yes they are quite the adaption, and yes I can summon them forth at will, I can call them back as well.” She becomes silent and you can watch as this lump about the size of a plum appear beneath the flesh, at the base of her throat. The distended lump moves up her neck, disappearing as it reaches the underside of her jaw.
Izzabelle opens her mouth as a black spider, with fel markings climbs out. It’s forelegs wrap down around her chin as it pulls the rest of its body free. Once free, it proceeds to climb down her body, growing is size as it moves. By the it reaches the floor it’s about the size of a cat. As it moves about the floor, it senses something a skitters off. Having spotted a wyrmtongue trying to hide beneath a bunch of Felguard corpses, the spider grows til it’s about the size of a large dog. It leaps forward at incredible speeds, its pincer like fangs, sinking into the doomed demons neck. The wyrmtongue struggles about wildly before going still, the paralytic poison having done its job. The spider now the size of a small pony begins wrapping its prey in webs. Using its many legs to spin it, as it encases it in its death shroud. It turns, and its eyes focus on Izzabelle, they seem to be communicating.
Izzabelle opens her mouth, and four more spiders climb out. These ones are much smaller than the first, by the time they reach the webbed victim, they are the size of small dogs. The larger spider moves out of the way, as the smaller ones swarm, the webbed prey. Their pincers pierce the web, sinking into the wyrmtongue’s flesh, they release an acidic like poison, that starts painfully liquefying the surrounding muscle and bodily tissue. They then suck the fluid from the demons body, the wyrmtongue shrieks in its mind, screaming in agony, as pieces of its body are being liquified and drained away, its a slow and painful death. Most of its body has been devoured, its arm and legs completely gone, along with the lower half of its torso. The large spiders pincers, penetrate into the web, and pierce through the wyrmtongue’s ears, and burrows into its brains. A few moments later it is feasting on warm gooey liquified brain matter. When they finish their feast they skitter back across the floor, scale Izzabelle, and climb back into her mouth and vanish down her throat.
Izzabelle swallows a few times before speaking “originally they were plagued scarabs, but Lord Salkeen deemed that the spiders were better, thus changed both my body and them into what you see now.” She pauses and rubs her throat. “I’m not really complaining, being able to climb up walls and across ceilings, without fear of falling is nice. Although when I originally took the plagued insect sac into myself, I hadn’t planned on keeping it. I merely meant to contain it so it could be studied, it’s now a part of my very genetic makeup.” She knows she is babbling on when something he says grabs her attention. “A way to make them hatch faster, that would come in very handy indeed. Twice the spiders, would definitely make things much easier. I’m assuming they will grow faster as well?”
She reaches out and takes the syringe thanking him as she does so. “You know I should probably ask my Lords permission before doing anything.” She looks around the room..”Well Damn! It looks like he isn’t here, I suppose I’ll have to make this decision without him.” She brings the syringe to her neck and drives the needle into the flesh near her collarbone. She pushes down on the plunger, sending the serum into her blood stream. She pauses as the liquid moves through her first it feels like ice and then fire, she feels her heartbeat speeding up her lungs start drawing in air faster. A few moments later everything returns to normal. “So do you have anything that will make them stronger?
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“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!!”
Izzabelle had been so busy concentrating on her fel spiders and the torturous screams of the once annoying undead mage. She hadn't realized that the Mantis Shrimp syringe was also being offered to her. Izzabelle closes her eyes and thinks, being able to move her hands at the speeds of some fire arms. That would give her both defensive, and offensive capabilities, that when augmented with her demonic abilities would make her a powerhouse. She reaches for the second syringe, and looks around. "Lord Salkeen is it okay with you if I use this serum to better myself....Ummm Lord Salkeen?" Izzabelle shrugs. and brings the syringe to her arm. She slides the needle into one of the larger blood vessels in her wrist. Slowly presses the plunger, sending the serum into her system.
It isn't long before she starts feeling like she has more energy. She suddenly looks down at Smuggs and smiles. "Do you have anything that would help to speed up regenerative abilities. I mean it's nice knowing that I will always eventually regenerate, just doing it faster would be nicer." Her hands twitched as she waited for a reply. Now she seemed to have all the excess energy, and really wanted to just punch something, right in the face.
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...
Izzabelle was more than ready to end this fight, ready to see Reavrix squirm in agony. While all of his secrets are ripped, from his broken tortured body. She would love to see him, tortured for all of eternity. She wonders if they will assault the Citadel without the rest of the group. Izzabelle looks over at both Yumara and Master Isaik. Those two could easily take Reavrix out, however she hopes that they will let the rest of them, cause a little destruction first. Thanks to the science Gnome, she has these new abilities that she would like to see in action. She waits for Master Isaik's orders, with Lord Salkeen elsewhere, it only seemed natural that Master Isaik would be in charge. Besides Master Isaik would never be duped by a talking head.
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“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!!”
Izzabelle had been so busy concentrating on her fel spiders and the torturous screams of the once annoying undead mage. She hadn't realized that the Mantis Shrimp syringe was also being offered to her. Izzabelle closes her eyes and thinks, being able to move her hands at the speeds of some fire arms. That would give her both defensive, and offensive capabilities, that when augmented with her demonic abilities would make her a powerhouse. She reaches for the second syringe, and looks around. "Lord Salkeen is it okay with you if I use this serum to better myself....Ummm Lord Salkeen?" Izzabelle shrugs. and brings the syringe to her arm. She slides the needle into one of the larger blood vessels in her wrist. Slowly presses the plunger, sending the serum into her system.
It isn't long before she starts feeling like she has more energy. She suddenly looks down at Smuggs and smiles. "Do you have anything that would help to speed up regenerative abilities. I mean it's nice knowing that I will always eventually regenerate, just doing it faster would be nicer." Her hands twitched as she waited for a reply. Now she seemed to have all the excess energy, and really wanted to just punch something, right in the face.
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...
Izzabelle was more than ready to end this fight, ready to see Reavrix squirm in agony. While all of his secrets are ripped, from his broken tortured body. She would love to see him, tortured for all of eternity. She wonders if they will assault the Citadel without the rest of the group. Izzabelle looks over at both Yumara and Master Isaik. Those two could easily take Reavrix out, however she hopes that they will let the rest of them, cause a little destruction first. Thanks to the science Gnome, she has these new abilities that she would like to see in action. She waits for Master Isaik's orders, with Lord Salkeen elsewhere, it only seemed natural that Master Isaik would be in charge. Besides Master Isaik would never be duped by a talking head.
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Isaik slowly positioned the massive vessel in the sky above Reavrix’s crashed citadel. The cryptic master of shadows turning his revealing the emotionless, soulless visage that was his face. Tapping his chin ever so slightly he sent the spikes spearing into the undead mage Calcond once again... Truthfully the act was beginning to bore him, with a slight flick of his wrist the single gibbet cage split into two... Calcond’s Soul was pulled from his body and forcefully placed into the other gibbet, a small strand being the only thing still attaching him to his mortal shell... Isaik barely moving, glared at Calcond with a look that might cause the most fearless warrior pause... The gibbet containing Calcond’s soul sent blades of void steel into its center piercing holes into what Calcond truly was... Isaik was merely just beginning his torture of the undead man, his true goal in the torture was to create something new...
Like Kil’jaeden created the Lich King, Isaik to could rip and reform souls to make something new... Isaik’s favorite creation was however echoes of tortured souls... Isaik snapped his bones fingers causing Calcond’s soul to be surrounded by twisting void energies... The dark master merely watched, ravaging the soul, causing Calcond pain beyond imagination... Calcond’s very Soul was being permanently destroyed, and as Isaik finally commanded his wretched magic to stop... Calcond’s soul did not remain, the bond to his body was broken... Isaik had created a echo... Isaik was ready to continue his onslaught when Yumara caught his attention...
Isaik slowly gazed down at his minion, she had begun to rely on his to keep her balanced... She might not have known he had been slightly relying on her for sanity...
“I have seen something... The Horde has declared war upon the alliance and charges their armies down to assault Ashenvale... My Assassin tells me their goal is to slay Malfurion... We shall see if we return in time...” Isaik said in a calculating tone, his gaze settling on Calcond and his echo once more... With a short wave of his hand the undead mages body and echo were dragged into a void rift that formed underneath them... Calcond’s face still gripped in torturous agony. Isaik wasn’t done with them yet, but Calcond’s continued presence did offend the master of void and possibilities.
Isaik noticed that Varicar had been unsure if he was to use the syringe offered by Smuggs, The Master would make his choice for him... To Isaik, Varicar was still not that much different than the many other homunculi he had created... Sure this one had been brought to true life by Yumara, but other homunculi had achieved some similar results when he had chosen subjects of extraordinary Druidic skill... Still Varicar was technically the most advanced thanks to Yumara, and her unique magic. Isaik snapped back to the present, Varicar still holding the syringe... Isaik called the shadows to his will, slowly at first then with surprising force the syringe stuck itself into Varicar and pumped new alien genetics into him.
Isaik didn’t even bother to continue watching Varicar change, he already had seen Smuggs’s experiments on his own subjects through his eyes... Isaik extended his arm forward calling forth a void rift, the dark master then turned towards the minions still aboard, “When your done with your transformations, it is time to test them...” Isaik said with a wicked grin.
Like Kil’jaeden created the Lich King, Isaik to could rip and reform souls to make something new... Isaik’s favorite creation was however echoes of tortured souls... Isaik snapped his bones fingers causing Calcond’s soul to be surrounded by twisting void energies... The dark master merely watched, ravaging the soul, causing Calcond pain beyond imagination... Calcond’s very Soul was being permanently destroyed, and as Isaik finally commanded his wretched magic to stop... Calcond’s soul did not remain, the bond to his body was broken... Isaik had created a echo... Isaik was ready to continue his onslaught when Yumara caught his attention...
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”
Isaik slowly gazed down at his minion, she had begun to rely on his to keep her balanced... She might not have known he had been slightly relying on her for sanity...
“I have seen something... The Horde has declared war upon the alliance and charges their armies down to assault Ashenvale... My Assassin tells me their goal is to slay Malfurion... We shall see if we return in time...” Isaik said in a calculating tone, his gaze settling on Calcond and his echo once more... With a short wave of his hand the undead mages body and echo were dragged into a void rift that formed underneath them... Calcond’s face still gripped in torturous agony. Isaik wasn’t done with them yet, but Calcond’s continued presence did offend the master of void and possibilities.
Isaik noticed that Varicar had been unsure if he was to use the syringe offered by Smuggs, The Master would make his choice for him... To Isaik, Varicar was still not that much different than the many other homunculi he had created... Sure this one had been brought to true life by Yumara, but other homunculi had achieved some similar results when he had chosen subjects of extraordinary Druidic skill... Still Varicar was technically the most advanced thanks to Yumara, and her unique magic. Isaik snapped back to the present, Varicar still holding the syringe... Isaik called the shadows to his will, slowly at first then with surprising force the syringe stuck itself into Varicar and pumped new alien genetics into him.
Isaik didn’t even bother to continue watching Varicar change, he already had seen Smuggs’s experiments on his own subjects through his eyes... Isaik extended his arm forward calling forth a void rift, the dark master then turned towards the minions still aboard, “When your done with your transformations, it is time to test them...” Isaik said with a wicked grin.
Varicar watched as the quirky small gnome approached him and Izzabelle, with much more gnomish babble than Varicar chose to follow the little thing produced two syringes one for Izzabelle and one for him... Varicar tried to recall what the gnome had been talking about, a interesting part of Varicar’s body was the ability to retain information whether he was engaged or not... Mantis Shrimp, a odd species of shrimp that had the ability to punch as fast as a firearm... Varicar could punch incredibly fast using his chi energy but now he could focus on projecting the energy for damage rather than speed...
Varicar took the syringe from the gnome and examined it, genetic material inside a syringe. Varicar was unsure if he should inject himself with the serum, his position apart of the group was complicated... A underling put under the command of Lord Salkeen, his true loyalty would lie elsewhere with his creator...
Varicar’s choice was made for him as void energy took control of the syringe and forced it into him! The genetic material flooded his veins, at first seemingly having no effect before it hit him like a truck! Varicar grunted as he fell to the felsteel floor, his arms burned and thrashed as the serum changed him! Varicar could feel his bones changing, his muscles mutating! Varicar thrashed in silent agony before he has finally began to regain feeling in his arms, but as his arms finished their changes, Varicar’s eyes had just begun!
Varicar covered his eyes as they roiled in agony, everything became to bright! Then Varicar saw things that normal men could not see, ultraviolet light flooded into his vision, it was as if the Mantis Shrimp had given him vision only second to a demon hunter! Finally when Varicar’s body was truly done, the homunculus rose to his feet.
Varicar’s muscles felt like springs, able to wind up incredible energy! Varicar’s bones felt as if the edges were interlinked like gears teeth, as he moved his arm he could feel the almost mechanical movement in his bones. Varicar looked over towards Izzabelle seeing her in every light wave available, his eyes able to focus unlike anything he had ever seen...
Varicar’s vision snapped to his master, directing them into a void rift which led to the battlefront below... The new abilities intrigued the generally neutral feeling homunculus, “Yes... Master...” Varicar uttered before walking forward and crossing through the rift.
Down on the surface of Centralis, Varicar emerged from the void rift, before him the last bastion of Reavrix’s armies... To his left a fel lord acknowledged his presence, “Just forward the traitors hide, we have had failure moving forward, they have us in a choke point... I beg forgiveness...” the fel lord said. Varicar said nothing, he would wait for the others before passing judgment.
Varicar took the syringe from the gnome and examined it, genetic material inside a syringe. Varicar was unsure if he should inject himself with the serum, his position apart of the group was complicated... A underling put under the command of Lord Salkeen, his true loyalty would lie elsewhere with his creator...
Varicar’s choice was made for him as void energy took control of the syringe and forced it into him! The genetic material flooded his veins, at first seemingly having no effect before it hit him like a truck! Varicar grunted as he fell to the felsteel floor, his arms burned and thrashed as the serum changed him! Varicar could feel his bones changing, his muscles mutating! Varicar thrashed in silent agony before he has finally began to regain feeling in his arms, but as his arms finished their changes, Varicar’s eyes had just begun!
Varicar covered his eyes as they roiled in agony, everything became to bright! Then Varicar saw things that normal men could not see, ultraviolet light flooded into his vision, it was as if the Mantis Shrimp had given him vision only second to a demon hunter! Finally when Varicar’s body was truly done, the homunculus rose to his feet.
Varicar’s muscles felt like springs, able to wind up incredible energy! Varicar’s bones felt as if the edges were interlinked like gears teeth, as he moved his arm he could feel the almost mechanical movement in his bones. Varicar looked over towards Izzabelle seeing her in every light wave available, his eyes able to focus unlike anything he had ever seen...
Isaik extended his arm forward calling forth a void rift, the dark master then turned towards the minions still aboard, “When your done with your transformations, it is time to test them...” Isaik said with a wicked grin.
Varicar’s vision snapped to his master, directing them into a void rift which led to the battlefront below... The new abilities intrigued the generally neutral feeling homunculus, “Yes... Master...” Varicar uttered before walking forward and crossing through the rift.
Down on the surface of Centralis, Varicar emerged from the void rift, before him the last bastion of Reavrix’s armies... To his left a fel lord acknowledged his presence, “Just forward the traitors hide, we have had failure moving forward, they have us in a choke point... I beg forgiveness...” the fel lord said. Varicar said nothing, he would wait for the others before passing judgment.
Smuggs watched the women Izzabelle speak about her odd adaptations and how she made use of them, while he watched her Smuggs was busy drafting genetic strands for various upgrades to the women’s body... Something did nag at him that he would eventually have to tell the women...
“A way to make them hatch faster, that would come in very handy indeed. Twice the spiders, would definitely make things much easier. I’m assuming they will grow faster as well?”
Smuggs tilted his head, increasing infancy to adult growth rate was not to hard a task, if he recalled he had a few genetic strands that could do the trick, especially if he combined them together... “I do know a way to increase the rate of your spiders growth rate, with a few combined strands of dna, I could make their growth rate in seconds after you deposit them... However... Nature has a rule about fast growth rates which is something you might wanna consider... The faster something grows to adulthood, the faster it naturally dies...” Smuggs said searching his bag for a few syringes, as he dug he searched for a small metal device as well...
Finding the syringes he needed he plugged them into the metal device and activated it with a electronic whirling.. “I could speed your spider gestation and maturation up to mere seconds, but they won’t last in adulthood for at max maybe half a hour... it’s a easy way to make a near instantaneous army, but the army must keep being replenished with new spiders or they all die.” Smuggs concluded finishing the input and work on his mechanical device... Smuggs glanced at the creation, a new fluid of genetic material...
“This should do it... A mix of fruit fly, island chameleon and shrew, three species with incredible growth rate and metabolism to reach full adult maturity in record time...” Smuggs said examining the serum.
“So do you have anything that will make them stronger?”
Smuggs thought for a second, making demonic spiders even more deadly was a relatively easy feat, their were plenty of poisonous arachnids in the world he could take from, their were even more amazing animal adaptations... Yet, Again the voice in his head gave off warnings....
"Do you have anything that would help to speed up regenerative abilities. I mean it's nice knowing that I will always eventually regenerate, just doing it faster would be nicer."
Smuggs was amazed but not surprised at the womens eagerness for self enhancement... It was time to drop the hardest truth on her...
“I have strands that could easily enhance your regenerative abilities, intact a rare form of cave newt is what gives Subject Alpha her enhanced regeneration... Bit I must warn you before we go to far, genetic enhancements is a great way to increase ones power. But, genetic complexity begins to make things difficult... Once we add to much, strands can interfere with each other, cause other mutations when added together or even cause terrible genetic diseases...” Smuggs thought to his many experiments in his lab underneath Stormwind canals, many crocolisks had been born without eyes, without lungs, hearts outside their bodies...
“We should either only add a few strands or wait longer until I can make a stable genetic strand of all the mutations you desire... It’s your choice really, I however don’t suggest taking many syringes at once.” Smuggs said still examining the serum, it might be safe to use... This was a entirely new strand of genetic data that was untested...
“When your done with your transformations, it is time to test them...” Isaik said with a wicked grin.
“Understood Master.” Smuggs responded, he understood the master was patient, he could feel The Master, allowing him and Izzabelle to finish their business before being sent off to war.
“A way to make them hatch faster, that would come in very handy indeed. Twice the spiders, would definitely make things much easier. I’m assuming they will grow faster as well?”
Smuggs tilted his head, increasing infancy to adult growth rate was not to hard a task, if he recalled he had a few genetic strands that could do the trick, especially if he combined them together... “I do know a way to increase the rate of your spiders growth rate, with a few combined strands of dna, I could make their growth rate in seconds after you deposit them... However... Nature has a rule about fast growth rates which is something you might wanna consider... The faster something grows to adulthood, the faster it naturally dies...” Smuggs said searching his bag for a few syringes, as he dug he searched for a small metal device as well...
Finding the syringes he needed he plugged them into the metal device and activated it with a electronic whirling.. “I could speed your spider gestation and maturation up to mere seconds, but they won’t last in adulthood for at max maybe half a hour... it’s a easy way to make a near instantaneous army, but the army must keep being replenished with new spiders or they all die.” Smuggs concluded finishing the input and work on his mechanical device... Smuggs glanced at the creation, a new fluid of genetic material...
“This should do it... A mix of fruit fly, island chameleon and shrew, three species with incredible growth rate and metabolism to reach full adult maturity in record time...” Smuggs said examining the serum.
“So do you have anything that will make them stronger?”
Smuggs thought for a second, making demonic spiders even more deadly was a relatively easy feat, their were plenty of poisonous arachnids in the world he could take from, their were even more amazing animal adaptations... Yet, Again the voice in his head gave off warnings....
"Do you have anything that would help to speed up regenerative abilities. I mean it's nice knowing that I will always eventually regenerate, just doing it faster would be nicer."
Smuggs was amazed but not surprised at the womens eagerness for self enhancement... It was time to drop the hardest truth on her...
“I have strands that could easily enhance your regenerative abilities, intact a rare form of cave newt is what gives Subject Alpha her enhanced regeneration... Bit I must warn you before we go to far, genetic enhancements is a great way to increase ones power. But, genetic complexity begins to make things difficult... Once we add to much, strands can interfere with each other, cause other mutations when added together or even cause terrible genetic diseases...” Smuggs thought to his many experiments in his lab underneath Stormwind canals, many crocolisks had been born without eyes, without lungs, hearts outside their bodies...
“We should either only add a few strands or wait longer until I can make a stable genetic strand of all the mutations you desire... It’s your choice really, I however don’t suggest taking many syringes at once.” Smuggs said still examining the serum, it might be safe to use... This was a entirely new strand of genetic data that was untested...
“When your done with your transformations, it is time to test them...” Isaik said with a wicked grin.
“Understood Master.” Smuggs responded, he understood the master was patient, he could feel The Master, allowing him and Izzabelle to finish their business before being sent off to war.
“I do know a way to increase the rate of your spiders growth rate, with a few combined strands of dna, I could make their growth rate in seconds after you deposit them... However... Nature has a rule about fast growth rates which is something you might wanna consider... The faster something grows to adulthood, the faster it naturally dies...”
She listens intently as the Gnome explains both the cons of having her spiders, grow to adulthood to fast. However her spiders weren’t your normal strand of fel spiders. They were fel-plague spiders, taking on some of the characteristics of the scarabs they originally began as. Such as they created the plague that would dissolve and liquify the bodily tissue around the area of their bite. This would continue to spread, unless cauterized by fire, or the effected area was cured or removed from the body. Be it through means of amputation, or just having the plagued area sliced away. They also didn’t die, unless they were killed, once they reached a certain age or completed their tasks, they would return to the fel-plague sac which bore them life. The sac itself was endless, she could continue to spew forth the plagued, demonic creatures. So she wasn’t worried about them growing old and dying.
Finding the syringes he needed he plugged them into the metal device and activated it with a electronic whirling.. “I could speed your spider gestation and maturation up to mere seconds, but they won’t last in adulthood for at max maybe half a hour... it’s a easy way to make a near instantaneous army, but the army must keep being replenished with new spiders or they all die.” Smuggs concluded finishing the input and work on his mechanical device...
“I’m not worried about them dying of old age, as they simply return to both infancy and the fel-plague sac that resides within my body, once they reach a certain point. Still we should probably wait until after we finish this battle to test this out. Knowing exactly when to release the second wave of spiders, will be essential. Wouldn’t want to be releasing one wave, while the other is returning, could prove to be rather messy.” As she is speaking she begins thinking of all the possibilities and potential pros and cons. The pro’s definitely outweighed the cons as far as she was concerned. She would still wait to test this in a more controlled environment, she’d dealt with enough near death, and death experiences for one day.
Smuggs glanced at the creation, a new fluid of genetic material...
“This should do it... A mix of fruit fly, island chameleon and shrew, three species with incredible growth rate and metabolism to reach full adult maturity in record time...” Smuggs said examining the serum.
Izzabelle looks at the serum, whilst greatly tempted to take it, She was still noticing changes occurring in her body from the two serums that she already injected. The injection of a third so soon, might not be the wisest thing to do. “I believe we should wait and test this newest strand once this mission is accomplished, and we can be in a more controlled environment.” Izzabelle ponders things over for a moment before speaking again. “When I spoke of making them stronger, I meant more along the lines of making their bodies stronger and more resistant to damage and magical abilities. Offensively they are rather strong, with both their, corrosive fel and plague venomous bites, defensively they rather suck. I mean they’re not awful but they can be killed a lot easier than I like.”
It’s about this time she starts to recognize that her eyesight is changing slightly. Now that she was more Demonic than Elf, her eyesight had changed to allow her to see things that were normally hidden. It’s only now that she begins to notice just how vibrant, sharp and crisp everything is around her. This would take some getting use to, the last time things looked this vibrant, She was with Captain, and completely wasted on homemade brew. “Well as I was saying, when they are killed, the sac within me gestated new spiders to take their place. When this happens the newly born spiders are ravenous, and demand to be fed. This of course causes me to experience hunger, which if not taken care of fast enough, has me devouring flesh and blood. Now that I know the correct way to feed them, things are a little easier, still if I don’t get food to them fast enough, I might find myself ripping strips of flesh and muscle of the nearest creature I see. At this point I don’t recognize friend or foe, everyone, and everything, is just food.” Izzabelle isn’t sure... no that would be a lie, she k own exactly why she has no problems talking with this genetics enhancing Gnome. She had been raised by a Gnome and Dwarves, of all the beings on this ship, she trusted him the most.
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She listens intently as the Gnome explains both the cons of having her spiders, grow to adulthood to fast. However her spiders weren’t your normal strand of fel spiders. They were fel-plague spiders, taking on some of the characteristics of the scarabs they originally began as. Such as they created the plague that would dissolve and liquify the bodily tissue around the area of their bite. This would continue to spread, unless cauterized by fire, or the effected area was cured or removed from the body. Be it through means of amputation, or just having the plagued area sliced away. They also didn’t die, unless they were killed, once they reached a certain age or completed their tasks, they would return to the fel-plague sac which bore them life. The sac itself was endless, she could continue to spew forth the plagued, demonic creatures. So she wasn’t worried about them growing old and dying.
Finding the syringes he needed he plugged them into the metal device and activated it with a electronic whirling.. “I could speed your spider gestation and maturation up to mere seconds, but they won’t last in adulthood for at max maybe half a hour... it’s a easy way to make a near instantaneous army, but the army must keep being replenished with new spiders or they all die.” Smuggs concluded finishing the input and work on his mechanical device...
“I’m not worried about them dying of old age, as they simply return to both infancy and the fel-plague sac that resides within my body, once they reach a certain point. Still we should probably wait until after we finish this battle to test this out. Knowing exactly when to release the second wave of spiders, will be essential. Wouldn’t want to be releasing one wave, while the other is returning, could prove to be rather messy.” As she is speaking she begins thinking of all the possibilities and potential pros and cons. The pro’s definitely outweighed the cons as far as she was concerned. She would still wait to test this in a more controlled environment, she’d dealt with enough near death, and death experiences for one day.
Smuggs glanced at the creation, a new fluid of genetic material...
“This should do it... A mix of fruit fly, island chameleon and shrew, three species with incredible growth rate and metabolism to reach full adult maturity in record time...” Smuggs said examining the serum.
Izzabelle looks at the serum, whilst greatly tempted to take it, She was still noticing changes occurring in her body from the two serums that she already injected. The injection of a third so soon, might not be the wisest thing to do. “I believe we should wait and test this newest strand once this mission is accomplished, and we can be in a more controlled environment.” Izzabelle ponders things over for a moment before speaking again. “When I spoke of making them stronger, I meant more along the lines of making their bodies stronger and more resistant to damage and magical abilities. Offensively they are rather strong, with both their, corrosive fel and plague venomous bites, defensively they rather suck. I mean they’re not awful but they can be killed a lot easier than I like.”
It’s about this time she starts to recognize that her eyesight is changing slightly. Now that she was more Demonic than Elf, her eyesight had changed to allow her to see things that were normally hidden. It’s only now that she begins to notice just how vibrant, sharp and crisp everything is around her. This would take some getting use to, the last time things looked this vibrant, She was with Captain, and completely wasted on homemade brew. “Well as I was saying, when they are killed, the sac within me gestated new spiders to take their place. When this happens the newly born spiders are ravenous, and demand to be fed. This of course causes me to experience hunger, which if not taken care of fast enough, has me devouring flesh and blood. Now that I know the correct way to feed them, things are a little easier, still if I don’t get food to them fast enough, I might find myself ripping strips of flesh and muscle of the nearest creature I see. At this point I don’t recognize friend or foe, everyone, and everything, is just food.” Izzabelle isn’t sure... no that would be a lie, she k own exactly why she has no problems talking with this genetics enhancing Gnome. She had been raised by a Gnome and Dwarves, of all the beings on this ship, she trusted him the most.
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“I have strands that could easily enhance your regenerative abilities, intact a rare form of cave newt is what gives Subject Alpha her enhanced regeneration... Bit I must warn you before we go to far, genetic enhancements is a great way to increase ones power. But, genetic complexity begins to make things difficult... Once we add to much, strands can interfere with each other, cause other mutations when added together or even cause terrible genetic diseases...” Smuggs thought to his many experiments in his lab underneath Stormwind canals, many crocolisks had been born without eyes, without lungs, hearts outside their bodies...
“We should either only add a few strands or wait longer until I can make a stable genetic strand of all the mutations you desire... It’s your choice really, I however don’t suggest taking many syringes at once.”
She believes the Gnome is correct, taken to many serums into her body all at once could prove both dangerous and wasteful. If her body were to mistake them for either a plague or a poison, it would purge them from her. That would be a total waste of good genetic material. If not she could become, some grotesque creature that would need to either be locked away, or destroyed. That wasn’t really a viable option, as far as she was concerned. “As I said earlier let’s wait and test these out after my body has fully adapted to the changes from these most recent serums.”
“When your done with your transformations, it is time to test them...” Isaik said with a wicked grin.
Izzabelle turns her full attention to Master Isaik “Yes Master lsaik.” While Izzabelle might belong to Lord Salkeen, she held a lot more fear and respect for Master Isaik.
She turns back to the Gnome, “we will have to continue this later, I’m itching to see what these new enhancements are capable of.” She bows respectfully and excuses herself, before moving across the room and vanishing through the newly created rift.
She appears next to Varicar and smiles, “Shall we show these pathetic demonic upstarts, these new abilities of ours?” With that said Izzabelle fades into the shadows. However she was still rather visible to Varicar now, that would come in handy because it would allow him to keep an eye on her. As she tended to get herself into numerous near death situations.
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“We should either only add a few strands or wait longer until I can make a stable genetic strand of all the mutations you desire... It’s your choice really, I however don’t suggest taking many syringes at once.”
She believes the Gnome is correct, taken to many serums into her body all at once could prove both dangerous and wasteful. If her body were to mistake them for either a plague or a poison, it would purge them from her. That would be a total waste of good genetic material. If not she could become, some grotesque creature that would need to either be locked away, or destroyed. That wasn’t really a viable option, as far as she was concerned. “As I said earlier let’s wait and test these out after my body has fully adapted to the changes from these most recent serums.”
“When your done with your transformations, it is time to test them...” Isaik said with a wicked grin.
Izzabelle turns her full attention to Master Isaik “Yes Master lsaik.” While Izzabelle might belong to Lord Salkeen, she held a lot more fear and respect for Master Isaik.
She turns back to the Gnome, “we will have to continue this later, I’m itching to see what these new enhancements are capable of.” She bows respectfully and excuses herself, before moving across the room and vanishing through the newly created rift.
She appears next to Varicar and smiles, “Shall we show these pathetic demonic upstarts, these new abilities of ours?” With that said Izzabelle fades into the shadows. However she was still rather visible to Varicar now, that would come in handy because it would allow him to keep an eye on her. As she tended to get herself into numerous near death situations.
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“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.
Salkeen peered at Ahcirej, “When I regain my power, I will heal her and destroy that intrusion on my sanctuary.” Salkeen growled referring to the void rift.
Salkeen thought of his master, “A new vessel, in addition to the other massive works of terror he already owns? Had he shown you his lair yet?” Salkeen asked sarcastically, his master always kept his true force hidden...
“As for teleporting away, if he truly desired he could have found a way to intercept... He does everything he does by his design... He saw a timestream and he is pursuing it...” Salkeen continued.
“If that’s what he needs.”
Ahcirej channeled light into his body, inside it would meet a dimmed light of Salkeen’s own power, however also it would find a point of infused void... Between the two was what made their lord who he was, a point of fel, fueled by the collision of his infused light and void! Salkeen grunted as the light flew into him and collided with the point of void, the point of fel swelled as it was fueled with pure chaos as the opposite forces collided. Salkeen’s body radiated overwhelming fel energy as he was infused.
The demon lord rose from his downed position his form surrounded by raging fel flames, “Now begone Soul Thief!” Salkeen roared pooling all the fel flames from his body in his hands and sending it at the parasitic rift! Salkeen would not relent sending flames at the rift until he saw it shatter and die...
“Sericon, bring us to Centralis...” Salkeen growled as he continued to channel fel into the rift!
Salkeen peered at Ahcirej, “When I regain my power, I will heal her and destroy that intrusion on my sanctuary.” Salkeen growled referring to the void rift.
“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.”
Salkeen thought of his master, “A new vessel, in addition to the other massive works of terror he already owns? Had he shown you his lair yet?” Salkeen asked sarcastically, his master always kept his true force hidden...
“As for teleporting away, if he truly desired he could have found a way to intercept... He does everything he does by his design... He saw a timestream and he is pursuing it...” Salkeen continued.
“If that’s what he needs.”
Ahcirej channeled light into his body, inside it would meet a dimmed light of Salkeen’s own power, however also it would find a point of infused void... Between the two was what made their lord who he was, a point of fel, fueled by the collision of his infused light and void! Salkeen grunted as the light flew into him and collided with the point of void, the point of fel swelled as it was fueled with pure chaos as the opposite forces collided. Salkeen’s body radiated overwhelming fel energy as he was infused.
The demon lord rose from his downed position his form surrounded by raging fel flames, “Now begone Soul Thief!” Salkeen roared pooling all the fel flames from his body in his hands and sending it at the parasitic rift! Salkeen would not relent sending flames at the rift until he saw it shatter and die...
“Sericon, bring us to Centralis...” Salkeen growled as he continued to channel fel into the rift!
Salkeen peered at Ahcirej, “When I regain my power, I will heal her and destroy that intrusion on my sanctuary.” Salkeen growled referring to the void rift.
Ahcirej didn’t doubt for a moment, that her Lord would heal her twin, and completely obliterated, that damn Soul leeching rift. “Speaking of power Lord Salkeen, is there a way to hide this? She sweeps her hand down her arm, indicating where her flame tattoos are now infused with light magic. “It very recently occurred to me, that when Varicar mentioned that The Master wouldn’t be happy to see me using Holy Magic to heal myself that one time. He wasn’t talking about you was he, I now get this feeling he was talking about Master Isaik.” Ahcirej had no desire to have her light locked away again. It was who she was, that combined with the flames from her Lord, made her a whole person.
The demon lord rose from his downed position his form surrounded by raging fel flames, “Now begone Soul Thief!” Salkeen roared pooling all the fel flames from his body in his hands and sending it at the parasitic rift! Salkeen would not relent sending flames at the rift until he saw it shatter and die...
She turns and sends another blast of Holy Fire at the rift, it retaliates by sending a void bolt blasting out at her. What remains of Jericha’s body twitches violently, the Holy magic being so close to her was causing her pain. Seeing this Ahcirej quickly ceases her actions, she wishes to help Lord Salkeen destroy the parasitic portal. Seeing as how she could not use her Holy Light, she started to gather the flames into her hands. She twisted, turned, and warped the magic, until she had a miniature star blazing between her out stretched fingers. “Let my twin go You dead decrepit old bastard!” Ahcirej screams then sends the fiery star flying into the rift, it strikes vanishes into it and explodes. That along with the overwhelming amount of fel being poured into it, cause it to explode. Yet before it does, the Soul Thief attacks one last time. A twisted blackened void hand reaches out of the rift, it long gnarled clawed fingers, close over her skull. Razor sharp nails puncture the bone in five different places, and sink into her brain.
If I cannot have her, then nobody will! The claws shred at her mind, trying to rip and tear it away from Lord Salkeen’s. Both Lord Salkeen and Ahcirej would experience the feeling of having white hot acid covered blades, driven through their skulls. Then the feeling of having their brains carved apart and scrambled. The Ethereal appears and rips the hand from Jericha’s skull. It’s completely enraged, it rips the hand and arm free of the portal, then proceeds to rip it in half. It tosses the ruined halves down onto the cold fel steel floor, then turns to look at his Mistress. What remains of Jericha lays collapsed on the floor, unnaturally still. Ahcirej gasps and drops to her knees, as her connection with Jericha suddenly vanishes. Rajen the Ethereal drops down beside her....”I failed!”
If Lord Salkeen chooses he could have done this earlier as a fail safe, to protect his minion from being taken. Lord Salkeen knew that his Void Witch wasn’t dead, extremely damaged? yes, dead? No. Both Jericha’s mind, and the soul fragment that he had given her, were safe and protected, hidden within His own Demonic, body and soul. Realizing the Soul Thief’s intentions, Lord Salkeen had pulled, Jericha’s mind, and soul, from the dying body.
Ahcirej didn’t doubt for a moment, that her Lord would heal her twin, and completely obliterated, that damn Soul leeching rift. “Speaking of power Lord Salkeen, is there a way to hide this? She sweeps her hand down her arm, indicating where her flame tattoos are now infused with light magic. “It very recently occurred to me, that when Varicar mentioned that The Master wouldn’t be happy to see me using Holy Magic to heal myself that one time. He wasn’t talking about you was he, I now get this feeling he was talking about Master Isaik.” Ahcirej had no desire to have her light locked away again. It was who she was, that combined with the flames from her Lord, made her a whole person.
The demon lord rose from his downed position his form surrounded by raging fel flames, “Now begone Soul Thief!” Salkeen roared pooling all the fel flames from his body in his hands and sending it at the parasitic rift! Salkeen would not relent sending flames at the rift until he saw it shatter and die...
She turns and sends another blast of Holy Fire at the rift, it retaliates by sending a void bolt blasting out at her. What remains of Jericha’s body twitches violently, the Holy magic being so close to her was causing her pain. Seeing this Ahcirej quickly ceases her actions, she wishes to help Lord Salkeen destroy the parasitic portal. Seeing as how she could not use her Holy Light, she started to gather the flames into her hands. She twisted, turned, and warped the magic, until she had a miniature star blazing between her out stretched fingers. “Let my twin go You dead decrepit old bastard!” Ahcirej screams then sends the fiery star flying into the rift, it strikes vanishes into it and explodes. That along with the overwhelming amount of fel being poured into it, cause it to explode. Yet before it does, the Soul Thief attacks one last time. A twisted blackened void hand reaches out of the rift, it long gnarled clawed fingers, close over her skull. Razor sharp nails puncture the bone in five different places, and sink into her brain.
If I cannot have her, then nobody will! The claws shred at her mind, trying to rip and tear it away from Lord Salkeen’s. Both Lord Salkeen and Ahcirej would experience the feeling of having white hot acid covered blades, driven through their skulls. Then the feeling of having their brains carved apart and scrambled. The Ethereal appears and rips the hand from Jericha’s skull. It’s completely enraged, it rips the hand and arm free of the portal, then proceeds to rip it in half. It tosses the ruined halves down onto the cold fel steel floor, then turns to look at his Mistress. What remains of Jericha lays collapsed on the floor, unnaturally still. Ahcirej gasps and drops to her knees, as her connection with Jericha suddenly vanishes. Rajen the Ethereal drops down beside her....”I failed!”
If Lord Salkeen chooses he could have done this earlier as a fail safe, to protect his minion from being taken. Lord Salkeen knew that his Void Witch wasn’t dead, extremely damaged? yes, dead? No. Both Jericha’s mind, and the soul fragment that he had given her, were safe and protected, hidden within His own Demonic, body and soul. Realizing the Soul Thief’s intentions, Lord Salkeen had pulled, Jericha’s mind, and soul, from the dying body.
“I have seen something... The Horde has declared war upon the alliance and charges their armies down to assault Ashenvale... My Assassin tells me their goal is to slay Malfurion... We shall see if we return in time...” Isaik said in a calculating tone, his gaze settling on Calcond and his echo once more...
She stays kneeling, leaning slightly against his robes. His very presence slowing her erratic heartbeat, calming her racing mind. While glad he was alive, Nagisa had been irrevocably changed. It would be a while before he and Yamato could mesh again. She tilts her head slightly looking up as Master speaks. “War hmmm, that would explain what Yamato meant, when he said. The Forsaken have been showing up at my farm, searching for me.” Yumara sighs slightly and leans a little closer. “Just because I work with the Royal Apothecary, doesn’t mean that she owns me.” She says with a bit of irritation. “Master is the only one that owns me, if she wishes my aide, she will first, need to ask you.” She growls, as her mind proceeds to get carried away. She despises the thought of anyone other than Master, thinking they could control her.
“Slay Malfurion? Personally I think the whole idea of slaying him, is rather pointless. Other than being used as a puppet, to draw in and destroy Ysera, he’s been rather useless in my eyes. Perhaps there is something more, hopefully we will return in time to see.” Now that she is calmer, she slowly rises to her feet to stand beside him. She watches as Varicar vanishes through the void rift, Master had created. Shortly after that Izzabelle finished her conversation with the Gnome. Yumara found it a little humorous, that Izzabelle showed the little Gnome more respect, than she did her Lord. She watches as Izzabelle steps through the portal and disappears.
She isn’t sure if they will be joining the other in the final battle down on Centralis. She would wait until she knew what Master wished of her before acting. While doing this she connects to the Spirit Shard, and the twisted fey like forest. Letting her soul help restore the balance that had been destroyed, when Nagisa had been killed earlier. The anger and hate had given birth to an abundance of the wretched dark beings of the forest. There would need to be a cleansing, she hoped her children were hungry. The forest being out of balance could explain her uneasiness.
She stays kneeling, leaning slightly against his robes. His very presence slowing her erratic heartbeat, calming her racing mind. While glad he was alive, Nagisa had been irrevocably changed. It would be a while before he and Yamato could mesh again. She tilts her head slightly looking up as Master speaks. “War hmmm, that would explain what Yamato meant, when he said. The Forsaken have been showing up at my farm, searching for me.” Yumara sighs slightly and leans a little closer. “Just because I work with the Royal Apothecary, doesn’t mean that she owns me.” She says with a bit of irritation. “Master is the only one that owns me, if she wishes my aide, she will first, need to ask you.” She growls, as her mind proceeds to get carried away. She despises the thought of anyone other than Master, thinking they could control her.
“Slay Malfurion? Personally I think the whole idea of slaying him, is rather pointless. Other than being used as a puppet, to draw in and destroy Ysera, he’s been rather useless in my eyes. Perhaps there is something more, hopefully we will return in time to see.” Now that she is calmer, she slowly rises to her feet to stand beside him. She watches as Varicar vanishes through the void rift, Master had created. Shortly after that Izzabelle finished her conversation with the Gnome. Yumara found it a little humorous, that Izzabelle showed the little Gnome more respect, than she did her Lord. She watches as Izzabelle steps through the portal and disappears.
She isn’t sure if they will be joining the other in the final battle down on Centralis. She would wait until she knew what Master wished of her before acting. While doing this she connects to the Spirit Shard, and the twisted fey like forest. Letting her soul help restore the balance that had been destroyed, when Nagisa had been killed earlier. The anger and hate had given birth to an abundance of the wretched dark beings of the forest. There would need to be a cleansing, she hoped her children were hungry. The forest being out of balance could explain her uneasiness.
“I’m not worried about them dying of old age, as they simply return to both infancy and the fel-plague sac that resides within my body, once they reach a certain point. Still we should probably wait until after we finish this battle to test this out. Knowing exactly when to release the second wave of spiders, will be essential. Wouldn’t want to be releasing one wave, while the other is returning, could prove to be rather messy.”
Smuggs nodded he knew of a few creatures that had that ability most of them were apart of the jellyfish species however. Smuggs thought a solution to Izzabelle’s potential problem might rely then in a species of frog that incubated its young in holes on its back, it would ensure each spider had a spot to return to without needing to go through the mouth.
“I believe we should wait and test this newest strand once this mission is accomplished, and we can be in a more controlled environment.” Izzabelle ponders things over for a moment before speaking again.
Smuggs had thought that was wise decision as well, to much genetic strands added at one time could allow for some to link up and add other traits, desirable or otherwise... Smuggs would need to catalogue the dna strands he had already injected into the group and find the group of species and related dna between strands to ensure whatever bonus side effects translated over would be benign. He longed to stay back and create genetic serums rather than fight right at this moment.
“When I spoke of making them stronger, I meant more along the lines of making their bodies stronger and more resistant to damage and magical abilities. Offensively they are rather strong, with both their, corrosive fel and plague venomous bites, defensively they rather suck. I mean they’re not awful but they can be killed a lot easier than I like.”
Smuggs nodded at the suggestion, he knew of many creatures that had adaptations for survival... That was basically nature in a nutshell! He could undoubtedly drudge up a strand for stronger exoskeletals bodies, maybe even a strand for a decentralized nervous system.
Smuggs continued to listen as Izzabelle explained the downsides of her spiders, a need for copious amounts of flesh and blood to feed the early hatchlings... Smuggs thought to himself, the strands he had been proposing to use did share a single evolutionary trait that might help with the spiders ravenous nature...
Smuggs watched Izzabelle head through the void rift and down into the war zone. Though she seemed eager for combat Smuggs himself was more eager to create strains and strands of dna for usage... Looking up at Master Isaik after Izzabelle moved through the rift, he had to ask. “Master, Permssion to stay behind and continue work on enhancing your soldiers?” Smuggs asked cautiously.
Smuggs nodded he knew of a few creatures that had that ability most of them were apart of the jellyfish species however. Smuggs thought a solution to Izzabelle’s potential problem might rely then in a species of frog that incubated its young in holes on its back, it would ensure each spider had a spot to return to without needing to go through the mouth.
“I believe we should wait and test this newest strand once this mission is accomplished, and we can be in a more controlled environment.” Izzabelle ponders things over for a moment before speaking again.
Smuggs had thought that was wise decision as well, to much genetic strands added at one time could allow for some to link up and add other traits, desirable or otherwise... Smuggs would need to catalogue the dna strands he had already injected into the group and find the group of species and related dna between strands to ensure whatever bonus side effects translated over would be benign. He longed to stay back and create genetic serums rather than fight right at this moment.
“When I spoke of making them stronger, I meant more along the lines of making their bodies stronger and more resistant to damage and magical abilities. Offensively they are rather strong, with both their, corrosive fel and plague venomous bites, defensively they rather suck. I mean they’re not awful but they can be killed a lot easier than I like.”
Smuggs nodded at the suggestion, he knew of many creatures that had adaptations for survival... That was basically nature in a nutshell! He could undoubtedly drudge up a strand for stronger exoskeletals bodies, maybe even a strand for a decentralized nervous system.
Smuggs continued to listen as Izzabelle explained the downsides of her spiders, a need for copious amounts of flesh and blood to feed the early hatchlings... Smuggs thought to himself, the strands he had been proposing to use did share a single evolutionary trait that might help with the spiders ravenous nature...
“Yes Master lsaik.” While Izzabelle might belong to Lord Salkeen, she held a lot more fear and respect for Master Isaik.
She turns back to the Gnome, “we will have to continue this later, I’m itching to see what these new enhancements are capable of.” She bows respectfully and excuses herself, before moving across the room and vanishing through the newly created rift.
Smuggs watched Izzabelle head through the void rift and down into the war zone. Though she seemed eager for combat Smuggs himself was more eager to create strains and strands of dna for usage... Looking up at Master Isaik after Izzabelle moved through the rift, he had to ask. “Master, Permssion to stay behind and continue work on enhancing your soldiers?” Smuggs asked cautiously.
Isaik acknowledged Izzabelle as she moved out and through the portal. This minion had to him seemed more mentally stable then Jericha, however when dealing with void magic mania seemed to be a common issue...
“Master, Permssion to stay behind and continue work on enhancing your soldiers?”
Isaik tilted his head slightly at the suggestion... “Granted...” Isaik hissed watching as the gnome wondered off towards the same hallway Subject Alpha had went down.. Isaik would call the Blood Binder to take up Smuggs’s absence on the battlefield.
Isaik turned his attention to Yumara as she spoke her mind.
“War hmmm, that would explain what Yamato meant, when he said. The Forsaken have been showing up at my farm, searching for me.” Yumara sighs slightly and leans a little closer. “Just because I work with the Royal Apothecary, doesn’t mean that she owns me.” She says with a bit of irritation. “Master is the only one that owns me, if she wishes my aide, she will first, need to ask you.” She growls, as her mind proceeds to get carried away.
Isaik looked at her, his face almost completely neutral except for the slightest beginnings of a smirk on the left most side of his boney visage. “She does not know me, I found the best way to move through the horde was as a nameless shadow priest. Every accomplishment I make, I erase from those who feel they are my superiors, to them I am a faceless nobody until I use my ability to warp ones mind to alter such...” Isaik said in a calculating tone. Isaik never wanted those in power in the horde to know of him, they might try to track him, learn of his true alliegence... If the horde knew who Isaik was, so too would the alliance, and those who dwelt within it... If he would ensure his survival, the majority of timelines stressed on anonymity... Isaik brought his hands together within his cloak, “If you desire, I could do the same for you... Your work and position would be unaffected, but the leaders of this world would be unable to call upon you like some pet. It only requires knowing who thinks they are the immediate superior, the leader of the sect of the Apothecary you work with should do...” Isaik suggested, if Yumara was to be associated with him, she would probably do wiser to remain anonymous... The sooner the world knew of what they did, the sooner “heroes” would come to stop them.
“Slay Malfurion? Personally I think the whole idea of slaying him, is rather pointless. Other than being used as a puppet, to draw in and destroy Ysera, he’s been rather useless in my eyes. Perhaps there is something more, hopefully we will return in time to see.” Now that she is calmer, she slowly rises to her feet to stand beside him.
Isaik tapped his chin in thought, “My guess would be his potential... His symbol... Other attributes like that... To slay Malfurion might show your strength, because although he is quite... Passive to act, the power he holds is impressive... To kill him removes quite a potential strength from the alliance...” Isaik hissed but continued, “To remove him may break the wills of the Night Elves, especially if they occupy the their home as my Assassin informs me... However if the horde fails... It will result in a world wide war without boundaries...” Isaik said envisioning the massive death and destruction.
Isaik noticed Yumara’s slight interest in what they would be doing next... “My dear... You long for combat once more? Do not worry we will be partaking in our own... I still require the massive storage of red mist from this citadel... Plus Reavrix would just be a toy to individuals of our level...” Isaik said bit continued, “We will head out after the Blood Binder...” Isaik hissed.
“Master, Permssion to stay behind and continue work on enhancing your soldiers?”
Isaik tilted his head slightly at the suggestion... “Granted...” Isaik hissed watching as the gnome wondered off towards the same hallway Subject Alpha had went down.. Isaik would call the Blood Binder to take up Smuggs’s absence on the battlefield.
Isaik turned his attention to Yumara as she spoke her mind.
“War hmmm, that would explain what Yamato meant, when he said. The Forsaken have been showing up at my farm, searching for me.” Yumara sighs slightly and leans a little closer. “Just because I work with the Royal Apothecary, doesn’t mean that she owns me.” She says with a bit of irritation. “Master is the only one that owns me, if she wishes my aide, she will first, need to ask you.” She growls, as her mind proceeds to get carried away.
Isaik looked at her, his face almost completely neutral except for the slightest beginnings of a smirk on the left most side of his boney visage. “She does not know me, I found the best way to move through the horde was as a nameless shadow priest. Every accomplishment I make, I erase from those who feel they are my superiors, to them I am a faceless nobody until I use my ability to warp ones mind to alter such...” Isaik said in a calculating tone. Isaik never wanted those in power in the horde to know of him, they might try to track him, learn of his true alliegence... If the horde knew who Isaik was, so too would the alliance, and those who dwelt within it... If he would ensure his survival, the majority of timelines stressed on anonymity... Isaik brought his hands together within his cloak, “If you desire, I could do the same for you... Your work and position would be unaffected, but the leaders of this world would be unable to call upon you like some pet. It only requires knowing who thinks they are the immediate superior, the leader of the sect of the Apothecary you work with should do...” Isaik suggested, if Yumara was to be associated with him, she would probably do wiser to remain anonymous... The sooner the world knew of what they did, the sooner “heroes” would come to stop them.
“Slay Malfurion? Personally I think the whole idea of slaying him, is rather pointless. Other than being used as a puppet, to draw in and destroy Ysera, he’s been rather useless in my eyes. Perhaps there is something more, hopefully we will return in time to see.” Now that she is calmer, she slowly rises to her feet to stand beside him.
Isaik tapped his chin in thought, “My guess would be his potential... His symbol... Other attributes like that... To slay Malfurion might show your strength, because although he is quite... Passive to act, the power he holds is impressive... To kill him removes quite a potential strength from the alliance...” Isaik hissed but continued, “To remove him may break the wills of the Night Elves, especially if they occupy the their home as my Assassin informs me... However if the horde fails... It will result in a world wide war without boundaries...” Isaik said envisioning the massive death and destruction.
Isaik noticed Yumara’s slight interest in what they would be doing next... “My dear... You long for combat once more? Do not worry we will be partaking in our own... I still require the massive storage of red mist from this citadel... Plus Reavrix would just be a toy to individuals of our level...” Isaik said bit continued, “We will head out after the Blood Binder...” Isaik hissed.
Maleok groaned back to life as he heard a internal call to arms... The Master needed his aid... Maleok rose from his personal throne, and slowly made his way across the room of blood and towards the massive void steel doors. Maleok pushed open the void steel doors and immediately found himself back in the command station of the void vessel.
“Ju be calling me, Dark Mon?” Maleok asked in the undead tone regular for a deathknight. Maleok didn’t wait for a response, he understood why he was called. Maleok trudged forward through the void rift arriving down in the war zone below right beside Varicar and Izzabelle...
“How ju doing? Feeling ready for some blood?!” Maleok taunted before roaring with troll rage and barreling forward his sword in hand. Maleok charged past several felguards aligned with his master and his lord! Maleok crashed into eredar warriors aligned with Reavrix and immediately cleaved a good ten into pieces! Maleok extended his left hand calling forth the blood of the recently slain and forcing it into his maw! Maleok cackles as rejuvenating power flowed into him, allowing him to engage with three other eredar warriors!
The massive Drakkari swung his blade forcing the eredar to block or dodge, the last was caught off guard prompting Maleok to grab the demon by the hooved leg and swinging him into his allies! “Ju should just surrender, lil demons, or else Ju gonna be food!” Maleok roared draining the life force from the eredar in his hand, with a quick flick of his wrist the body burst apart! Bones settled into the air floating around Maleok while blood shot across the room like daggers, crystallized by magic!
“Ju be calling me, Dark Mon?” Maleok asked in the undead tone regular for a deathknight. Maleok didn’t wait for a response, he understood why he was called. Maleok trudged forward through the void rift arriving down in the war zone below right beside Varicar and Izzabelle...
“How ju doing? Feeling ready for some blood?!” Maleok taunted before roaring with troll rage and barreling forward his sword in hand. Maleok charged past several felguards aligned with his master and his lord! Maleok crashed into eredar warriors aligned with Reavrix and immediately cleaved a good ten into pieces! Maleok extended his left hand calling forth the blood of the recently slain and forcing it into his maw! Maleok cackles as rejuvenating power flowed into him, allowing him to engage with three other eredar warriors!
The massive Drakkari swung his blade forcing the eredar to block or dodge, the last was caught off guard prompting Maleok to grab the demon by the hooved leg and swinging him into his allies! “Ju should just surrender, lil demons, or else Ju gonna be food!” Maleok roared draining the life force from the eredar in his hand, with a quick flick of his wrist the body burst apart! Bones settled into the air floating around Maleok while blood shot across the room like daggers, crystallized by magic!
“How ju doing? Feeling ready for some blood?!” Maleok taunted before roaring with troll rage and barreling forward his sword in hand.
She nodded in acknowledgment to the massive trolls words. [i]Yes She was indeed ready for blood, and her cluster was becoming hungry and would require feeding soon. Speaking of her demonic arachnids it was time to let some out to feed themselves. If the older and stronger ones, could catch enough prey in their webs, she could release the juvenile ones to feed.[/I] Izzabelle can feel her esophagus being stretched unnaturally wide, as about two dozen spiders climb up, and out of her mouth. They move about her body, half of the grow to about the size of a humans fist. The rest about the size of of a silver coin. They camouflage themselves against the fel marked, black scales of Izzabelle’s demonic hide. Meanwhile Izzabelle stealths past the legions demons, fighting for Lord Salkeen, to engage with the doomed forces of that walking corpse also known as Reavrix. So close to finally watching him being tortured had her blood racing.
She shadow steps behind a group of Eredar spell casters. She saps the one closest to her, and sends some of the smaller, extremely plagued spiders, to do their job. She reaches for the stunned Eredar woman, fingers a hairs breadth away from touch, her red demonic pocked scarred flesh. Half a dozen spiders race down Izzabelle’s arm, and hop onto the demon. They waste no time rushing up her body and climbing into her mouth. The first five climb down her throat, rousing the Eredar from her near blackout state. The sixth bite her tongue, and releases its tissue corrosive plague venom. It instantly and painfully begins to dissolve her tongue, she opens her mouth to scream for help, or to perhaps cast a spell. A disgusting foul smelling greenish black ichor pours past her lips and down over her chin. She mindlessly grabs at the nearest Eredar, who turns to face his companion.
He stumbles back a few steps at what he sees. Most of the lower half of the woman’s face has been dissolved, you can clearly see the bones of her upper and lower jaw. The demented smile of pain and terror on her face, has the male looking around, but he sees nothing. The female begs him with her eyes to end her suffering, as her insides are liquefying. Within her stomach and intestines, the spiders feed on the slimy mix of blood and syrupy remains of digestive organs and tissue. The Eredar woman hits the floor, large globs of foul ichor gushing from the gaping hole in her face. Her body looks like it’s having a massive seizure. Her stomach seems to be growing, the flesh stretching and bruising as it becomes larger and larger. The Eredar has her head cast back in a soundless scream of agony. There’s a sudden sound of flesh ripping, as massively distended abdomen tears wide open. Plagued demonic spiders about the size of a small cat.
Leaping from the ruined flesh, they land on the startled Eredar male. Who manages to release a wave of demonic flames killing two of them. The other four land of his body, biting into his flesh, injecting him with a paralytic poison, he drops like a felled tree. then moments later, the spiders, which are now rapidly growing, begin spinning their meal in their webs. Cocooning it tightly, before hauling it of to feast upon later. Now the size of small ponies, they drag their webbed victim up the wall. Where they attaching it to the ceiling, before heading of in search of other victims. Most of the remaining spiders on Izzabelle move to join them in their hunt.
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She nodded in acknowledgment to the massive trolls words. [i]Yes She was indeed ready for blood, and her cluster was becoming hungry and would require feeding soon. Speaking of her demonic arachnids it was time to let some out to feed themselves. If the older and stronger ones, could catch enough prey in their webs, she could release the juvenile ones to feed.[/I] Izzabelle can feel her esophagus being stretched unnaturally wide, as about two dozen spiders climb up, and out of her mouth. They move about her body, half of the grow to about the size of a humans fist. The rest about the size of of a silver coin. They camouflage themselves against the fel marked, black scales of Izzabelle’s demonic hide. Meanwhile Izzabelle stealths past the legions demons, fighting for Lord Salkeen, to engage with the doomed forces of that walking corpse also known as Reavrix. So close to finally watching him being tortured had her blood racing.
She shadow steps behind a group of Eredar spell casters. She saps the one closest to her, and sends some of the smaller, extremely plagued spiders, to do their job. She reaches for the stunned Eredar woman, fingers a hairs breadth away from touch, her red demonic pocked scarred flesh. Half a dozen spiders race down Izzabelle’s arm, and hop onto the demon. They waste no time rushing up her body and climbing into her mouth. The first five climb down her throat, rousing the Eredar from her near blackout state. The sixth bite her tongue, and releases its tissue corrosive plague venom. It instantly and painfully begins to dissolve her tongue, she opens her mouth to scream for help, or to perhaps cast a spell. A disgusting foul smelling greenish black ichor pours past her lips and down over her chin. She mindlessly grabs at the nearest Eredar, who turns to face his companion.
He stumbles back a few steps at what he sees. Most of the lower half of the woman’s face has been dissolved, you can clearly see the bones of her upper and lower jaw. The demented smile of pain and terror on her face, has the male looking around, but he sees nothing. The female begs him with her eyes to end her suffering, as her insides are liquefying. Within her stomach and intestines, the spiders feed on the slimy mix of blood and syrupy remains of digestive organs and tissue. The Eredar woman hits the floor, large globs of foul ichor gushing from the gaping hole in her face. Her body looks like it’s having a massive seizure. Her stomach seems to be growing, the flesh stretching and bruising as it becomes larger and larger. The Eredar has her head cast back in a soundless scream of agony. There’s a sudden sound of flesh ripping, as massively distended abdomen tears wide open. Plagued demonic spiders about the size of a small cat.
Leaping from the ruined flesh, they land on the startled Eredar male. Who manages to release a wave of demonic flames killing two of them. The other four land of his body, biting into his flesh, injecting him with a paralytic poison, he drops like a felled tree. then moments later, the spiders, which are now rapidly growing, begin spinning their meal in their webs. Cocooning it tightly, before hauling it of to feast upon later. Now the size of small ponies, they drag their webbed victim up the wall. Where they attaching it to the ceiling, before heading of in search of other victims. Most of the remaining spiders on Izzabelle move to join them in their hunt.
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Izzabelle stealths up behind a Doom Guard that is barking out orders, to the lesser demons. She draws back her fist and jabs it forward, with much more speed and force, than she has anticipated on using. A loud crack is heard as her scaly Demonic fist, connects with his spine, cracking the bone, followed by a shockwave of force that sends it flying forward. Izzabelle moves forward into a blade dance, slicing off both of it large bat like wings before it can recover itself. The Doom Guard spins and strikes out with its claws, raking them across Izzabelle’s shoulder and chest. Izzabelle hisses in pain as flesh and muscle split open. She activates both the crimson vial, and her demonic healing to mend the damage, as she continues to press her attack. Her demonic daggers are swirling with shadow energy.
She strikes out at the demon, so fast that her hands can hardly even be seen. She slices into his thick hide, repeatedly in the same place, until there’s a large gash in its upper belly. Blood and demonic ichor spill from the wound, as the demon roars and strikes out. It’s massive fist swings towards Izzabelle who dodges beneath it. She comes up and punches her clawed demonic hand right through the gash in the Doom Guards flesh. Its massive hand wrap around her and begins to squeeze, Izzabelle can feel her ribs beginning to bruise, and then crack beneath the pressure. Then her questing hand closes over its still beating heart, smiling triumphantly through the pain, she rips it from his body. She drops to the ground as she’s released from its lifeless grip, her hand still closes around its bloody heart.
She opens her mouth, the long tubular appendage, with the hardened pointy drill like appendage at the end, shoots out of it, hovering for a second above the dead demons body. It then drives down through the skull, the sound of bone splintering is heard, followed by slurping noises. Lumps appear and move down along the fleshy appendage attached to Izzabelle’s mouth. She swallows repeatedly her stomach swelling slightly before shrinking back to normal as the young feed. The Doom Guard’s head looks like it is caving in, it eyes get sucked in through it sockets, with a final suck, she pulls the hollow bone spike free. This time she drives it in through its chest, to continue feeding, about a dozen of her spiders, are surrounding her protecting her while she feeds the young.
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She strikes out at the demon, so fast that her hands can hardly even be seen. She slices into his thick hide, repeatedly in the same place, until there’s a large gash in its upper belly. Blood and demonic ichor spill from the wound, as the demon roars and strikes out. It’s massive fist swings towards Izzabelle who dodges beneath it. She comes up and punches her clawed demonic hand right through the gash in the Doom Guards flesh. Its massive hand wrap around her and begins to squeeze, Izzabelle can feel her ribs beginning to bruise, and then crack beneath the pressure. Then her questing hand closes over its still beating heart, smiling triumphantly through the pain, she rips it from his body. She drops to the ground as she’s released from its lifeless grip, her hand still closes around its bloody heart.
She opens her mouth, the long tubular appendage, with the hardened pointy drill like appendage at the end, shoots out of it, hovering for a second above the dead demons body. It then drives down through the skull, the sound of bone splintering is heard, followed by slurping noises. Lumps appear and move down along the fleshy appendage attached to Izzabelle’s mouth. She swallows repeatedly her stomach swelling slightly before shrinking back to normal as the young feed. The Doom Guard’s head looks like it is caving in, it eyes get sucked in through it sockets, with a final suck, she pulls the hollow bone spike free. This time she drives it in through its chest, to continue feeding, about a dozen of her spiders, are surrounding her protecting her while she feeds the young.
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“Speaking of power Lord Salkeen, is there a way to hide this? She sweeps her hand down her arm, indicating where her flame tattoos are now infused with light magic. “It very recently occurred to me, that when Varicar mentioned that The Master wouldn’t be happy to see me using Holy Magic to heal myself that one time. He wasn’t talking about you was he, I now get this feeling he was talking about Master Isaik.”
Salkeen glanced at Ahcirej as he poured fel into the hideous void rift, “You are infused with both Arcane fire and Light... Your tattoos will reflect what you are using, if you use fire your tattoos will burn with roaring flames! When you use light it will show holy light... However even if you hide it, The Master will know, he likely already knows... Just remain out of his main focus and other things should preoccupy his attentions...” Salkeen hissed continuing his Fel onslaught!
The spell seemed to be working as the miniature void rift shuddered and began to break apart but the Soul Thief has to have his last laugh!
Salkeen was a clever demon lord, as the Soul Thief reached out with his claws, Salkeen had expanding his fel beam to encompass Jericha’s body as well! The fel beam burned at the edges making it appear as if it was Salkeen’s intention to kill the Soul Thief’s taint, however the beam also held a hidden purpose! In the center of the beam Salkeen used the fel to pull Jericha’s mind and soul free and safeguard her from the assault of the Soul Thief! This action would however amplify the pain he would feel from the Soul Thief’s assault.
Salkeen hissed as the void energy ripped into his mind and attacked his sanity. The demon lord fell to the ground reeling back from the agony, he could swear his demonic heart stopped or a split second... Salkeen however wouldn’t be beaten like this, his own Master has struck out at him before... Salkeen rose from his downed position emanating burning fel flames, and fully containing Jericha’s mind and soul... The ethereal then finished the offending clawed hand... Both Ahcirej and the ethereal felt hollow from what appeared to be a loss but not Salkeen, he had triumphed...
Salkeen spit up some demonic blood through his razor sharp teeth... “Sericon, take us to Centralis now...” The demon lord commanded... The onslaught of the Soul Thief was unrelenting... If his Master wanted even a chance of having Jericha summon a void lord, he would be forced to help them...
Salkeen glanced at Ahcirej as he poured fel into the hideous void rift, “You are infused with both Arcane fire and Light... Your tattoos will reflect what you are using, if you use fire your tattoos will burn with roaring flames! When you use light it will show holy light... However even if you hide it, The Master will know, he likely already knows... Just remain out of his main focus and other things should preoccupy his attentions...” Salkeen hissed continuing his Fel onslaught!
The spell seemed to be working as the miniature void rift shuddered and began to break apart but the Soul Thief has to have his last laugh!
A twisted blackened void hand reaches out of the rift, it long gnarled clawed fingers, close over her skull. Razor sharp nails puncture the bone in five different places, and sink into her brain.
Salkeen was a clever demon lord, as the Soul Thief reached out with his claws, Salkeen had expanding his fel beam to encompass Jericha’s body as well! The fel beam burned at the edges making it appear as if it was Salkeen’s intention to kill the Soul Thief’s taint, however the beam also held a hidden purpose! In the center of the beam Salkeen used the fel to pull Jericha’s mind and soul free and safeguard her from the assault of the Soul Thief! This action would however amplify the pain he would feel from the Soul Thief’s assault.
Salkeen hissed as the void energy ripped into his mind and attacked his sanity. The demon lord fell to the ground reeling back from the agony, he could swear his demonic heart stopped or a split second... Salkeen however wouldn’t be beaten like this, his own Master has struck out at him before... Salkeen rose from his downed position emanating burning fel flames, and fully containing Jericha’s mind and soul... The ethereal then finished the offending clawed hand... Both Ahcirej and the ethereal felt hollow from what appeared to be a loss but not Salkeen, he had triumphed...
Salkeen spit up some demonic blood through his razor sharp teeth... “Sericon, take us to Centralis now...” The demon lord commanded... The onslaught of the Soul Thief was unrelenting... If his Master wanted even a chance of having Jericha summon a void lord, he would be forced to help them...
“Sericon, bring us to Centralis...” Salkeen growled as he continued to channel fel into the rift!
“Yes, My lord!” Sericon responded and quickly set about activating the Ered’Kiel’s engines, the engine had just moved so getting it to jump again so soon was something he had to coerce out of the vessel! As Sericon worked still his lord and the others battled with some unseen void master, its level felt like something near Isaik when he wasn’t concealing his power...
Energy roared behind Sericon as he worked on the vessel, he was nearly done! “Just a moment longer...” Sericon muttered as he input the coordinate of Centralis!
“Sericon, take us to Centralis now...” The demon lord commanded...
“Yes, My lord!” Sericon said as he activated the mechanisms of the vessel! The whole of the Ered’Kiel groaned and hummed before disappearing from the sky! Fel energy permeated the air was the vessel warped to its new location! With a thundering boom of air pressure moving to accommodate a new large object, the Ered’Kiel appeared in the skies of Centralis and settled near the new void vessel also in the air...
Sericon looked out at the intimidating black vessel that exuded black mist, “Hopefully, That is The Master’s new vessel...” Sericon muttered, he thought he heard the women Ahcirej say something to that effect.
“My lord, we have arrived at Centralis...” Sericon said respectfully and subserviently...
“Yes, My lord!” Sericon responded and quickly set about activating the Ered’Kiel’s engines, the engine had just moved so getting it to jump again so soon was something he had to coerce out of the vessel! As Sericon worked still his lord and the others battled with some unseen void master, its level felt like something near Isaik when he wasn’t concealing his power...
Energy roared behind Sericon as he worked on the vessel, he was nearly done! “Just a moment longer...” Sericon muttered as he input the coordinate of Centralis!
“Sericon, take us to Centralis now...” The demon lord commanded...
“Yes, My lord!” Sericon said as he activated the mechanisms of the vessel! The whole of the Ered’Kiel groaned and hummed before disappearing from the sky! Fel energy permeated the air was the vessel warped to its new location! With a thundering boom of air pressure moving to accommodate a new large object, the Ered’Kiel appeared in the skies of Centralis and settled near the new void vessel also in the air...
Sericon looked out at the intimidating black vessel that exuded black mist, “Hopefully, That is The Master’s new vessel...” Sericon muttered, he thought he heard the women Ahcirej say something to that effect.
“My lord, we have arrived at Centralis...” Sericon said respectfully and subserviently...
“Master, Permssion to stay behind and continue work on enhancing your soldiers?”
Isaik tilted his head slightly at the suggestion... “Granted...” Isaik hissed watching as the gnome wondered off towards the same hallway Subject Alpha had went down.. Isaik would call the Blood Binder to take up Smuggs’s absence on the battlefield.
Yumara watches from the corner of her eye, as the Gnome exits the room, and vanishes down, the darkened corridor. As she watches him, she ponders if whether he could help strengthen Yamato, and Nagisa. With Nagisa having been changed on a biological level. It would be a while, before him and Yamato could mesh again. She turns her full attention back to Master. She remained leaning against his robes, for both the calm, and the balance it gave her. Tilting her head slightly, she peers up at him. “Master, would the Gnome,” she gestures towards the door Smuggs just recently walked out through “be able to help strengthen my spirit beasts? The changes in Nagisa biology, will prevent the two of them from meshing, for some time. While being strong, I would like it if they were stronger.” Yumara has started to become so dependent on him keeping her balance, she doesn’t even notice that she has been lightly gripping his rope, since Kneeling down beside him.
Isaik brought his hands together within his cloak, “If you desire, I could do the same for you... Your work and position would be unaffected, but the leaders of this world would be unable to call upon you like some pet. It only requires knowing who thinks they are the immediate superior, the leader of the sect of the Apothecary you work with should do...” Isaik suggested, if Yumara was to be associated with him, she would probably do wiser to remain anonymous...
A small smile curls up at the corners of her lips. The idea of Master, using his mental manipulation, to insure those fools, would stop treating her like a pet, brought a smile to her face. She hated the very idea of anyone other than Master, trying to control her. “Yes, Please Master, I would be very grateful, if you could scramble the brains...I mean make the idiots who think the can control me, forget my existence.” She would be spending most of her time with Master, she was still unstable, when out of his presence for any extended amount of time. She wasn’t quite sure what had caused it, she just knew that it was there. She knew the burning was one of the reasons she remained close to him. His very presence doused the flames, Salkeen he’d left permanently etched on her soul. Still it was more than that, when not in his presence her mind gave way to hate, fear, and despair.
Isaik tapped his chin in thought, “My guess would be his potential... His symbol... Other attributes like that... To slay Malfurion might show your strength, because although he is quite... Passive to act, the power he holds is impressive... To kill him removes quite a potential strength from the alliance...” Isaik hissed but continued, “To remove him may break the wills of the Night Elves, especially if they occupy the their home as my Assassin informs me... However if the horde fails... It will result in a world wide war without boundaries...”
The watches Master intently, while going over his explanation, as to why Malfurion’s death, would be a devastating blow to both the Night Elves, and the Alliance in general. His power was impressive, when he wasn’t being used as a puppet. To be captured so easily also proved he was weak. Plus he had the tendency to run off and do his own thing. Without giving thought to the consequences, his actions might bring. Still Yumara was worried about a few things, so she decides to speak of them to Master. “Master being what I am, and my strong ties to nature. I cannot be certain, how the death of someone else with such strong ties to nature would effect me. I know that massive destruction of nature, would shatter my balance.” The Idea of Malfurion dying a painful death, didn’t phase her. The thought of having her balance destroyed by it did. Whether she was killing Horde or Alliance, it didn’t matter to her. “As long as Master has souls to feed on, and we can perhaps draw a few beings back to feed the children. I don’t care who we are killing, I personally don’t care, for the either the Horde, or the Alliance. They could all cease to exist and it wouldn’t bother me.”
Isaik tilted his head slightly at the suggestion... “Granted...” Isaik hissed watching as the gnome wondered off towards the same hallway Subject Alpha had went down.. Isaik would call the Blood Binder to take up Smuggs’s absence on the battlefield.
Yumara watches from the corner of her eye, as the Gnome exits the room, and vanishes down, the darkened corridor. As she watches him, she ponders if whether he could help strengthen Yamato, and Nagisa. With Nagisa having been changed on a biological level. It would be a while, before him and Yamato could mesh again. She turns her full attention back to Master. She remained leaning against his robes, for both the calm, and the balance it gave her. Tilting her head slightly, she peers up at him. “Master, would the Gnome,” she gestures towards the door Smuggs just recently walked out through “be able to help strengthen my spirit beasts? The changes in Nagisa biology, will prevent the two of them from meshing, for some time. While being strong, I would like it if they were stronger.” Yumara has started to become so dependent on him keeping her balance, she doesn’t even notice that she has been lightly gripping his rope, since Kneeling down beside him.
Isaik brought his hands together within his cloak, “If you desire, I could do the same for you... Your work and position would be unaffected, but the leaders of this world would be unable to call upon you like some pet. It only requires knowing who thinks they are the immediate superior, the leader of the sect of the Apothecary you work with should do...” Isaik suggested, if Yumara was to be associated with him, she would probably do wiser to remain anonymous...
A small smile curls up at the corners of her lips. The idea of Master, using his mental manipulation, to insure those fools, would stop treating her like a pet, brought a smile to her face. She hated the very idea of anyone other than Master, trying to control her. “Yes, Please Master, I would be very grateful, if you could scramble the brains...I mean make the idiots who think the can control me, forget my existence.” She would be spending most of her time with Master, she was still unstable, when out of his presence for any extended amount of time. She wasn’t quite sure what had caused it, she just knew that it was there. She knew the burning was one of the reasons she remained close to him. His very presence doused the flames, Salkeen he’d left permanently etched on her soul. Still it was more than that, when not in his presence her mind gave way to hate, fear, and despair.
Isaik tapped his chin in thought, “My guess would be his potential... His symbol... Other attributes like that... To slay Malfurion might show your strength, because although he is quite... Passive to act, the power he holds is impressive... To kill him removes quite a potential strength from the alliance...” Isaik hissed but continued, “To remove him may break the wills of the Night Elves, especially if they occupy the their home as my Assassin informs me... However if the horde fails... It will result in a world wide war without boundaries...”
The watches Master intently, while going over his explanation, as to why Malfurion’s death, would be a devastating blow to both the Night Elves, and the Alliance in general. His power was impressive, when he wasn’t being used as a puppet. To be captured so easily also proved he was weak. Plus he had the tendency to run off and do his own thing. Without giving thought to the consequences, his actions might bring. Still Yumara was worried about a few things, so she decides to speak of them to Master. “Master being what I am, and my strong ties to nature. I cannot be certain, how the death of someone else with such strong ties to nature would effect me. I know that massive destruction of nature, would shatter my balance.” The Idea of Malfurion dying a painful death, didn’t phase her. The thought of having her balance destroyed by it did. Whether she was killing Horde or Alliance, it didn’t matter to her. “As long as Master has souls to feed on, and we can perhaps draw a few beings back to feed the children. I don’t care who we are killing, I personally don’t care, for the either the Horde, or the Alliance. They could all cease to exist and it wouldn’t bother me.”
Ahcirej took a few deep breaths, to help calm her shattered heart. She couldn’t believe that Jericha was gone. No! She’s not dead, Lord Salkeen wouldn’t allow it, he wouldn’t lose her, to someone like the Soul Thief. Jericha wouldn’t allow herself to be taken away from Lord Salkeen. Still the area of her mind that Jericha once possessed, is achingly hollow. Her body is nearly nothing but bones, with partial pieces of organs and muscle, still attached in random places. The top of her skull is mostly crushed, and what remains of her heart is no longer beating. She slowly rises to her feet, turning she walks away from the Ethereal, and her twins body. Each step causing her more pain than she has ever experienced. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and licks the emotions away. She had a job to do, and she was nearly certain Lord Salkeen would bring her back to him. Jericha belonged to him like no other. Her Lord didn’t seem like the type, to just let another take what is his.
“Sericon, take us to Centralis now...” The demon lord commanded...
”Yes, My lord!” Sericon said as he activated the mechanisms of the vessel! The whole of the Ered’Kiel groaned and hummed before disappearing from the sky! Fel energy permeated the air was the vessel warped to its new location! With a thundering boom of air pressure moving to accommodate a new large object, the Ered’Kiel appeared in the skies of Centralis and settled near the new void vessel also in the air...
Ahcirej stumbles a bit and falls to her knees, as the ship jumps to warp speed. When they come out of it she is thrown forward a bit. She hadn’t been prepared for the sudden stop. Through the large viewing window, she can see the darkened Void Citadel floating in the sky close by. It was indeed very impressive to look at. Also a bit creepy and terrifying. With her reconnection with the light. It made being next to so much void, and fel, somewhat uncomfortable. Then she recalls something Lord Salkeen had recently said. The power she used would effect her markings. [i]Unlike Jericha who was a void witch, with only access to void and shadow magic, and the fel granted to her through Lord Salkeen. Ahcirej still had just as much access to Shadow Magic as she had before. She begins to concentrate, on filling her body with shadow magic, but stops when she sees that Lord Salkeen might be in need of another light transfusion.
“My Lord do you need me to channel more light into you, or would you prefer Shadow Mending.” She isn’t sure what to say about Jericha, she was unsure how felt about her. She knew Jericha was important to him, but why? she wasn’t sure. Still now that she was close to him, while he was in pain from the mental attack. He sure as hell didn’t seem to broken up over her death. Instead of becoming angry, for the first time Ahcirej felt a glimmer of hope.
Sericon looked out at the intimidating black vessel that exuded black mist, “Hopefully, That is The Master’s new vessel...” Sericon muttered,
“Well I didn’t get a look at it from the outside, but I sense the same, skin crawling eerie vibes. So I’m rather sure that would be Master Isaik’s newest acquisition. Really didn’t get to look around the inside much either, before I was summoned away.” While she is talking with Sericon, and waiting to hear if she needs to channel more light into her Lord, she remembers. “The Gnome, damn I forgot the Gnome. My Lord the Biologically enhancing Gnome, that follows Master Isaik, gave me a serum, that will make my body more resistant to fire.” She reaches into her robes and pulls out the syringe. “My Lord do you think I will benefit from the serum? If yes, then I ask for your permission to take it.”
“Sericon, take us to Centralis now...” The demon lord commanded...
”Yes, My lord!” Sericon said as he activated the mechanisms of the vessel! The whole of the Ered’Kiel groaned and hummed before disappearing from the sky! Fel energy permeated the air was the vessel warped to its new location! With a thundering boom of air pressure moving to accommodate a new large object, the Ered’Kiel appeared in the skies of Centralis and settled near the new void vessel also in the air...
Ahcirej stumbles a bit and falls to her knees, as the ship jumps to warp speed. When they come out of it she is thrown forward a bit. She hadn’t been prepared for the sudden stop. Through the large viewing window, she can see the darkened Void Citadel floating in the sky close by. It was indeed very impressive to look at. Also a bit creepy and terrifying. With her reconnection with the light. It made being next to so much void, and fel, somewhat uncomfortable. Then she recalls something Lord Salkeen had recently said. The power she used would effect her markings. [i]Unlike Jericha who was a void witch, with only access to void and shadow magic, and the fel granted to her through Lord Salkeen. Ahcirej still had just as much access to Shadow Magic as she had before. She begins to concentrate, on filling her body with shadow magic, but stops when she sees that Lord Salkeen might be in need of another light transfusion.
“My Lord do you need me to channel more light into you, or would you prefer Shadow Mending.” She isn’t sure what to say about Jericha, she was unsure how felt about her. She knew Jericha was important to him, but why? she wasn’t sure. Still now that she was close to him, while he was in pain from the mental attack. He sure as hell didn’t seem to broken up over her death. Instead of becoming angry, for the first time Ahcirej felt a glimmer of hope.
Sericon looked out at the intimidating black vessel that exuded black mist, “Hopefully, That is The Master’s new vessel...” Sericon muttered,
“Well I didn’t get a look at it from the outside, but I sense the same, skin crawling eerie vibes. So I’m rather sure that would be Master Isaik’s newest acquisition. Really didn’t get to look around the inside much either, before I was summoned away.” While she is talking with Sericon, and waiting to hear if she needs to channel more light into her Lord, she remembers. “The Gnome, damn I forgot the Gnome. My Lord the Biologically enhancing Gnome, that follows Master Isaik, gave me a serum, that will make my body more resistant to fire.” She reaches into her robes and pulls out the syringe. “My Lord do you think I will benefit from the serum? If yes, then I ask for your permission to take it.”
Salkeen had prepared himself for the warp to Centralis but he was unsure about his next step in this plan... Steeling himself for what might end horridly Salkeen stood tall and commanding...
“My Lord do you need me to channel more light into you, or would you prefer Shadow Mending.”
Salkeen’s attention was taken by the question, “No, I will be fine... Especially if this plan works...” Salkeen said still holding out the details of his next bold move, but if he was to ensure the complete rejuvenation of Jericha he had to do this just right...
It would be about now that The Master would take notice that his precious Phoenix had returned... He would soon feel the intrusive probing voice of his master reasserting a level of control...
“The Gnome, damn I forgot the Gnome. My Lord the Biologically enhancing Gnome, that follows Master Isaik, gave me a serum, that will make my body more resistant to fire.” She reaches into her robes and pulls out the syringe. “My Lord do you think I will benefit from the serum? If yes, then I ask for your permission to take it.”
Salkeen gave her a quick glance as he noticed the syringe, the Master’s Life Tinker, his project he had taken for creating genetically superior minions... As long as the Life Tinker was truly active and the gnome that was Smuggs was inactive the serum would clearly benefit Ahcirej. Salkeen thought for only a moment, before finally relaying a answer. “Use this serum, you have been given, a debt to the master is nothing to fear... Not when I do this...” Salkeen responded.
Salkeen stood in his command center chest out ready to proceed. “Isaik! Master! You will listen to me and grant me your great power! If you resist then Jericha will never be able to help you with your plans!” Salkeen roared both physically and mentally for his master to hear.
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased body. If this worked he would have enough power to completely rejuvenate Jericha’s body and restore her to a great power.
Salkeen stood his arms extended ready to receive more power, the power to completely bring his Jericha back, however if he failed, if he underestimated his master, Jericha and he would suffer!
“My Lord do you need me to channel more light into you, or would you prefer Shadow Mending.”
Salkeen’s attention was taken by the question, “No, I will be fine... Especially if this plan works...” Salkeen said still holding out the details of his next bold move, but if he was to ensure the complete rejuvenation of Jericha he had to do this just right...
It would be about now that The Master would take notice that his precious Phoenix had returned... He would soon feel the intrusive probing voice of his master reasserting a level of control...
“The Gnome, damn I forgot the Gnome. My Lord the Biologically enhancing Gnome, that follows Master Isaik, gave me a serum, that will make my body more resistant to fire.” She reaches into her robes and pulls out the syringe. “My Lord do you think I will benefit from the serum? If yes, then I ask for your permission to take it.”
Salkeen gave her a quick glance as he noticed the syringe, the Master’s Life Tinker, his project he had taken for creating genetically superior minions... As long as the Life Tinker was truly active and the gnome that was Smuggs was inactive the serum would clearly benefit Ahcirej. Salkeen thought for only a moment, before finally relaying a answer. “Use this serum, you have been given, a debt to the master is nothing to fear... Not when I do this...” Salkeen responded.
Salkeen stood in his command center chest out ready to proceed. “Isaik! Master! You will listen to me and grant me your great power! If you resist then Jericha will never be able to help you with your plans!” Salkeen roared both physically and mentally for his master to hear.
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased body. If this worked he would have enough power to completely rejuvenate Jericha’s body and restore her to a great power.
Salkeen stood his arms extended ready to receive more power, the power to completely bring his Jericha back, however if he failed, if he underestimated his master, Jericha and he would suffer!