Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

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Salkeen watched his minion rise with a edge of pain still laced in her voice… “Mend your wounds… You may be needed in this next battle…” Salkeen hissed, the Great demon lord considered her next words the torture of her sister… “When I am finished, that treacherous demon tramp won’t even be able to crawl… She will beg for the release of death…” Salkeen growled commanding some wyrmtongue on the bridge to signal the other ships in the sky to converge on the point of invasion below…

Salkeen gave a wicked laugh, “I am sure Jericha would love to return your sister the favor for such a betrayal… She is not known to be kind when her temper gets the better of her…” The demon lord hissed… Now several ships had been moving into position to cover the ground forces from above, it had been truly foolish to believe that any invading army stood a chance without air support of their own, the usurpers would be annihilated!

“Burn the artillery away… Then glass the pitlord…” Salkeen hissed, issuing commands to his eager armada… With a short flash of light the ships open fired sending walls of fel explosions rocketing across the rogue artillery units, utterly decimating the assembled cannons… The meager force was nothing compared to the artillery field Reavrix once possessed… Salkeen didn’t need to give the next command as the sky flooded with fel bats and legion fighters, as more ships warped in the sky began to turn black from the sheer amount of death heading towards the insipid usurpers… “Your lord demands the full eradication of these mongrels, they dared attack what your master owns! What is his by blood? Do not fail me! Or you will also be left here this planet your tomb!” Salkeen roared his commands rallying his troops into a frenzy…

Salkeen slightly winced from the early theft of his magic, Suzuna seemed to notice… “I am fine minion, prepare yourself, You will be proving your loyalty by slaying your past allies…” Salkeen hissed… “It is time!” Salkeen commanded directing a group of wyrmtongue to initiate the main frontal weapon! The Ignis’Avim sparked as it generated copious amounts of fel energy then with three massive flash a beam of pure chaos erupted from the nose of the vessel and slammed into the commanding pitlord! Shrieking in agony the hulking reptile was crushed and obliterated under the overwhelming assault… Salkeen aboard the command deck of the Ignis’Avim seemingly vanished in a ball of fire! As the laser from the front of the vessel ripped into the dying pitlord it fell backwards with a heavy thud as the burning chaos ate away at everything! From the raging energy blast a demonic glave exited the furious blast and cut down hundreds of surrounding enemy demons before it flew back into the chaotic beam! The Ignis’Avim halter it’s blast ready to charge and fire again revealing Salkeen at the center of the lasers impact, where overwhelming chaos had burned the pitlord into a hollowed our skeletal shell, Salkeen stood seemingly more filled with power and rage then ever!!

“You made a horrid mistake…” Salkeen roared commanding the attention of all the demons present, any that had any semblance of free will would now have the time to choose… Immediately follow Salkeen or become apart of the very earth they walked upon… Salkeen roared again with all his fury, his power would show a glow of reddish green encasing his body… “Now you die!” Salkeen roared, to that fool who dared attack what was his The demon lord hefted his sword before throwing it like a spear across the field towards that hideous creature Abdulbai! The sword would fly straight as a arrow before impacting where the creature once was and exploding with the power of ten crashing internals… “You have dared steal from a demon of greed, for your transgressions, you will feel my wrath!” Salkeen hissed, he held his hand aloft summoning the blade back to his hand, he prepared himself to throw it again, even if fel didn’t hurt the fool the pure force of the attacks would require the creature to be wary…

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Nedde glared down at the remains of Dazarthon’s body, his death would be felt by the other twelve soon. She had hoped to have longer, that wretched Demon deserved worse than the death he had received. He was going to give her to that horrific Demon Lord Salkeen. He had already all but given her sisters to him, she would take from him what was most important. Reaching down she snatches up the Demonic bracers of command, from the blood and gore, on the floor. Just as the portals and gateways start appearing throughout the room. As the arrivals go to bind her she dives through the gateway Abdulbai had created. She rolls out of the gateway and jumps to her feet. Abdulbai could be seen in the distance torturing Lord Salkeen’s precious Void Witch. Nedde grins maliciously, she can just imagine the pain, of being slowly cooked and eaten while you are still alive, to experience the sensation.

Nedde moves to get a better look at the Battlefield, It would seem that the wretched Phoenix’s Armada was providing air support for his pathetic ground troops, they would join her or they would die. Off in the distance about 300 yards away, was the demonic army that Dazarthon had sent to quell her rebellion. She slides the bracer over her wrist, and snaps it into place well now they were hers, those that failed to follow her command. Would be used as fodder to feed the others. Once in place she commands the demons all the ones that will listen to attack. One of the Fel Reavers turns and opens fire on the Ered’kiel, fel explosions rock the vessel. A group of Eredar sorcerers cast Hellfire on a bunch of gan’arg. A Mo’arg send his blades flying into the group of them. Blood splatters across the ground and limbs are severed from bodies. Demons battle other demons, Imps and Fel Imps, throw fire at wyrmtongue. Who in return toss fel bomb’s at them.

Nedde shrieks in fury, as the Pit Lord is obliterated along with a large portion of her army. Still the Demonic army isn’t the only one the most contend with. The Void army that Abdulbai had called forth would reek, destruction upon all it encountered. Nedde holds her staff aloft, pointing it up toward where the Fel bats and legion fighters flooded the sky above them, casting an ominous shadow across the land. Nedde speaks a few words in Eredun, before sweeping her staff over her head in a arch like motion. As she does this the sky is lit up with golden light, as dozens of holy explosion rip through the air. The Fel Bats closest to the blasts are incinerated, while those further away have limbs blown off and their wings burnt down to useless bony nubs. Fel blood and burning bits of flesh, muscle, organs and bones rain down from the sky. Smaller legion vessel are blown away as the sheer force of the explosions rips through the hulls. The blast waves send the ships flying into other ships that explode as the slam into one another. The shockwaves tear through the vessels scrambling the minds and insides of the domed crew upon them. Nedde fumes while powerful her attack only took out like 7% of the fel creeps winged army. She commands the Gan’arg, under her control, to focus what remains of the artillery, to take down as many vessels as they could. They might not be able to bring down the bigger ships but the smaller ones wouldn’t be so lucky.

Nedde wants to bring down the pompous Demon Lord, but know she hasn’t the strength to truly fight him one on one. Her thoughts are cut short as she is stuck by a massive hammer of light which sends her crashing into a nearby tree. She howls in pain and rage and spins around her nose crushed into her body mess of a face. Standing about 30 yards away is a Elf/Demon high bred that looks to resemble Jericha in many ways. In her hands she holds a large light blessed two handed battle hammer. Nedde sends a blast of light energy at her, it deflects of the shield the Half Demon had summoned around itself. As it does Nedde feels white hot pain tear across her flesh, as her abdomen is being sliced open. That horrid creature had reflected back the damage that should have been done to her.

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As the flames and dust clear Abdulbai stands their his robes and bandages burnt away, revealing his form. His body was sickly thin and looked like it had been elongated. Flesh that resembles dry cracked parchment was stretched tightly over his bones. It looked ready to rip at the slightest movement. Where fingers should be there where long curved dagger like claws. The face was a mass of pale flesh, with no mouth or nose, only twin vortex’s of darkness, where its eyes should be. One of the most notable thing would be that you could see right through his form. On the ground near his feet lay the broken and torn apart body of Jericha. While the fire from the blast hadn’t burnt her, the blast waves, followed by the shockwaves had totally messed up her insides. The rocks and earth had shredded most of what remained of her flesh and muscles from her body.

Abdulbai makes a come hither motion with one of his hands, an unfortunate Imp suddenly finds itself within the fiends grasp. Abdulbai drives his fingers into its victims skull. The imps body goes into seizures as it’s lifted from the ground, growing deathly still after a few moments. The dead Imp then opens its mouth and speaks. “If it isn’t the half blood, surely you will not begrudge me using your little Void Witch as a shield. Although I would dare say she is in some rather sad shape now.” As he says this he brings one of his feet down onto Jericha. Just as the cracked yellowish white Ethereal fresh touches what remains of her back, her spine explodes. If Jericha hadn’t been rendered unconscious by Lord Salkeen’s attack she would by howling in agony about now. Abdulbai makes a twisting motion with his hand as he does Jericha’s Head twists, the sound of ripping fresh and shattered bones can be heard. The body of the Imp laughs evilly. “What was it you were saying about a demon of greed, I wasn’t really listening. You see I was to busy breaking my new puppet.” As he says this he reveals to Lord Salkeen, the thousands of void tendrils and chai d that he has wrapped around every inch of Jericha body, both without and within. “It’s a shame if I didn’t have the ability to lock away her void, I wouldn’t stand much of a chance, against the living embodiment of Ebony’s Tower.”

As Abdulbai speaks, Rajen hurls a spear of of void at him, which seems to miss. Abdulbai turns to Rajen “fool! If you wish for death I shall be happy to Oblige you.” The lifeless Imp shrieks. Suddenly the area around Abdulbai is filled with hundreds of void spears, lances, halberds, and blades of many sizes. With a flick of his wrist, he sends the void arsenal flying at Rajen. Rajen managed to deflect the first hundred or so blades, but there was to many. While they don’t do as much damage given his void nature, the sheer amount of them soon enough overwhelm his defenses. A lance rips through his chest leaving a large gaping hole. A blade slices off a fifth of his head, while a spear shatters his hip. Rajen body is bombarded until all that remains is a bunch of torn bandages, soaked in purplish black goo. He turns back to Salkeen, “Now that I’ve dealt with our little disturbance, shall we continue?” The Imp speaks then laughs. Thousands of more Void weapons appear in the air around Abdulbai. He turns to torture Jericha more but she isn’t there, when he notices this The Imp screams in rage before it explodes. He glares at the Demon Lord and sees his prey, is still unconscious at his feet. *How dare that wretched Demon steal her while he was otherwise engaged. He makes a motion to rip Jericha back to him and nothing happens. It is then he realizes what that interfering Ethereal had done. He was never aiming for him, he had been aiming at the girl. Intent on hitting her with a spell that would destroy the chains he had used to bind her. Jericha wasn’t allowed to get away, the Master had been rather adamant with that command.

He sends the Arsenal of void weapons at both Salkeen and Jericha. While they are being pelted with a plethora of void corrupted weapons, Abdulbai takes control of some of the Corrupt Titan blood that is buried within the earth. He pulls it through the earth, directing it to its destination. Corrupt Titan blood starts to flow up along the roots and into the body of the Goddess avatar that Yumara had left behind. As it does the massive tree like body begins to blacken and rot in many places. Fel flames burn across its massive tree lined shoulders, as it starts to stand. It drones out in rage and agony, as it’s insides are corroded, and destroyed by the corrupt Titans blood. The monstrous being forms a massive bow in its hands and sends an void infused arrow the size of a large tree hurling at one of Salkeen’s vessels.

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Jaseiah stares in dumbfounded at the total chaos happening around her. Her mother had been healing her and Ahcire, when all hell broke loose. She watches in horror as the Pit Lord Kills the one who resembles her sister. Her eyes follow the two halves of the body as they slide down that massive fel incrusted stone spike. Leaving a thick, wet trail of blood in its wake. Followed by the sickening squish of both halves of her body being crushed. Then they are suddenly order attack by the Same Pit Lord that had just, bisected one of their own, after offering peaceful negotiations. Jericha shields them from the attack, as she does Jaseiah manages to finally reclaim control of her mind. She was technically only a few hour old, and was still trying to get use to all the powers that were suddenly thrust upon her. As the Void Shield comes crashing down, she sees a large group of Felguards crash with the Infernals that had attacked mere moments earlier. Jaseiah watches as her mother vanishes and appears in the air above to better survey the area. Then Jaseiah sees Jericha gets wrapped in chains and ripped from the sky. Her body strikes the ground hard enough that Jaseiah could feel the earth trembling beneath her feet.

Jaseiah turns and runs to aide her mother, when she is struck by a massive shockwave. It cracks her breastbone shatters a few ribs and causes her spleen, and one of her kidneys to rupture. As she is lifted from the ground and thrown through the air like a rag doll. She strikes the ground hard, and feel the fibula in her left leg snap in two. The jagged pieces of bone rip through muscle and flesh, causing blood to spray everywhere. Jaseiah drops to a knee sobbing in pain, and quickly cast Divine protection on herself. Just as she starts healing the damage a massive wicker brute leaps at her. She would have been seriously hurt, if she hadn’t been shielded. With a final word, and a scream of agony, her leg and ruptured organs mend themselves. A moment later her shield comes crashing down, and the Shambling Ambusher casts haunting expulsion at her. Jaseiah body is torn into by a blast of shadow magic, as she cast consecration on the ground beneath them. The Wicker brutes feet start to burn, as it stumbles to get off of the consecrated ground. As it moves back Jaseiah Slams into it with a massive shield. Instead of the shield being made of light, this one is made of fel. The fel flames set the brute ablaze as it shatters parts of its body. Jaseiah leaps into the air and casts judgement just as she brings her massive hammer bearing down on the monstrosities skull. It bursts like an egg being crushed, wood splinters everywhere, mud, bone fragments, and bugs fly everywhere, as it falls lifeless to the ground.

During this battle her Demon Lord Father had arrived, the Ignis’Avim had just taken care of the Pit Lord and most of the heavier artillery cannons. She can feel both her Lord Fathers rage and power from where she stood.

Nearly a third of Nedde’s demonic forces, turns on their once comrades, and begins to attack them. Terror Fiends, start ripping into Mo’arg, While a hulking Mo’arg Brute send it’s serrated saw blade hurling into a group of Gan’arg and Wyrmtongue, greenish Black Demonic blood and body parts scatter about as the weapon strikes. Large groups of imps and fel imps start to burn away void aberrations, cheering and laughing maniacally as they do. As this is happening Jaseiah sees an Eredar woman take out a chunk of her Lord Fathers aerial forces. Just as she goes to wipe out more, Jaseiah send a blessed Hammer careening towards her, it strikes its target with a satisfying crunch, and sends her flying into the trees. Jaseiah brings a shield of vengeance up just as the foolish Eredar attacks.

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Ahcirej had just finished healing Lhashira minutes before going to speak with the Pit Lord. Everything seemed to be going well until the Pit Lord Killed Ahcirej in the most gruesome of ways. Lhashira could still see Ahcirej’s torn bloodied organ. Dangling like broken cobwebs,from the jagged top of that large fel spike. Lhashira drops and rolls out of the way just as a group of Gan’arg launch a series of bombs at her. She avoids most of the damage, although the exploding rocks managed to rip a good portion of flesh and muscle from the right side of her torso and arm. She rolls to her feet snaps her glaives together and sends them hurling into the group on Gan’arg that had just attacked her. The spinning fel blades take the head of the first one. Foul spelling greenish black blood bursts up from the stump of its neck like a geyser. The second Gan’arg loses it left arm, shoulder, and part of its chest. It drops to the ground blood pouring from it massive wound. The third is sliced in half just above where the navel would be. It holds a second explosive in one of its hands. It looks at Lhashira with a twisted look of glee, preparing to lob the bomb at her. The look of glee quickly turn to a look of surprise as its eyes grow large. The upper half of its body starts to slide off of the lower half, it tries to reach down to hold itself together, but its arms just flop around. A wet squishy sound can barely be mad even out as the wretched demons upper torso falls to the ground, leaving the lower half standing before it to collapses in a sea of blood. The bomb it is holding drops to the ground and explodes. There isn’t enough left of the poor creature to make a decent burger. The fourth is bisected, the fifth hits the ground and the blades whizz over its head. It jumps to its feet, and begins laughing and taunting the demon hunter. It’s laughter come to a permanent end as the returning blades split its body in two from the top of it skull to the middle of its chest. There’s two distinct wet plops as its braids fall to the ground from the two halves of its skull.

Lhashira catches the blades pulls them apart and launches herself into the air. She has barely left the ground when she is thrown backwards by a massive wave of force crashing into her. It is followed by an explosion of shadow magic, that rips her wings from her back. Lhashira hit the fel cracked earth, rolling around and howling in agony. Her back resembles bloody ground up meat. She manages to bring up a shield just as three Shambling Ambushers leap at her. The first tw hit her shield and are thrown back. With the third her shield breaks, there’s a sickening crunch, followed by a wet splat as she is crushed beneath it. For a moment it is unnaturally silent, then the Wicker brute, explodes into splinters. Lhashira burst up from the ground, her eyes glowing white. Moving faster than the eyes can see, she conjures a tornado of fel wind and blades, and sends it on a path of destruction. It tears up trees, demons, and void monstrosities into it, reducing them to kindling and bloody bits. At the end of the destructive path one of the Fel Reavers stands, waiting.

Lhashira didn’t have the option of choosing , her contract made her his. Everything that she is, was, or could ever be was Lord Salkeen’s to command. He could demand her death and she would do so without question. Her entire being and existence was now bound to him. Until Lord Salkeen was defeated, then she would belong to another.

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The split second the last syllable falls from Izzabelle’s mouth. She rips her spirit from her body, and uses her connection to Lord Salkeen, to hide behind his blazing fel soul. For reasons unknown it would seem Ebony was nailed to see within Lord Salkeen’s Soul. Which made it the perfect place for her spirit to seek shelter from total obliteration. Izzabelle knows that Salkeen will definitively feel the presence of her spirit within his. A microscopic thread is all that remains, tying Izzabelle’s soul to her body. Izzabelle isn’t sure she is keen on the idea of using Salkeen to protect her soul, but he was her only option. He was the only one her soul had and physical ties to.

Within mere seconds Izzabelle’s body is destroyed and reformed thousands of times. It implodes, it explodes, it burns to ashes, it freezes, it melts, it is reduced to resembling bloodied ground beef. It dries up and turns to dust. It is aged backwards woman, young adult, teen, child, toddler, infant, fetus, embryo then nothing. Her skeleton is ripped from her body. Her insides liquify and burst from her mouth and nose like a geyser, shooting about 20 yards up into the air. Leaving just the flesh sprawled across the area like an empty body suit. Her face twisted in a horrific grimace of complete agony. Her body is shredded into strips, it is cooked, baked, boiled, broiled. Her ribcage shrinks, crushing her heart, lungs, stomach, kidneys, etc. the flesh on her face starts to sizzle, white puss pulled welts start bobble up all over nose, mouth, chin, cheeks and forehead. The puss filled globules pop, the acidic ichor eats away at the tissue beneath.

Thousands of horrendous deaths, the body experiences, had Izzabelle’s soul or mind been within the body. Both would have been, irreversiblely and irrevocably destroyed beyond any hope of saving. The devastation that occurred was but a mere percentage of the damage that could have been wrought. The trap reaches blindly for its host, trying to sink its feelers back into her. It is like the trap itself is sentient and like it’s creator, it desires to cause as much pain, terror and despair as possible. It shrieks with rage as it’s consumed, within his tower Ebony howls in fury. Izzabelle had been lost to him, and that fool Abdulbai had messed around instead of bringing Jericha straight to him.

About a minute after her body stills Izzabelle opens her eyes and looks up at Master Isaik. “Master Isaik lets get Salkeen to…” She stops speaking as she sees Yumara, her mouth is open in a silent scream. Like the pain was so agonizing that it robbed her ability through form sound. Beneath Yumara’s pale flesh, every blood vessel starts turning black as it’s corrupted. It swiftly spreads up and throughout her body. It looks like thousands of worms are moving just below the skin. They move up her neck, and her face, her eyes start to fill with black ooze.

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The corners of Yumara’s lips turn up in a sinister smile. “I believe that sad fool Reavrix will soon learn, that betraying Master was His greatest folly.” She says her fingers gripping his robes tightly before releasing them. She thinks for a moment when Master speaks about the tome Ebony possesses. “Ebony owns countless amounts of tomes, some of them feel like Master, yet not like Master at the same time. Ebony’s most prized tome he keeps with him, none of us have ever touched it. It is the one he used to torture Jericha until he broke, it is the reason she fears you, and the book that now resides within the very core of my body and spirit.” Yumara suddenly becomes quiet as the thought crosses her mind. death to worlds… death to worlds… she smiles slightly a more genuine smile than usual. She is about to say something when Izzabelle calls out for Masters help.

Yumara watches in glee as the curses are ripped from Izzabelle’s body. She goes to move towards The three of them when she feels it. Agony unlike anything she had experienced in thousands of years. It starts in her feet and quickly spreads up through her body. Yumara feels like every blood vessel in her body is burning, freezing, stinging, corroding, ripping, tearing, exploding all at once. She opens her mouth to scream but no sound comes out. She would rather feel Salkeens flames burning her for an eternity than this. It feel like she is being destroyed from the inside. The corruption is devouring her insides eating away at everything that she is. It rips into her live an insatiable ravenous beast. Sanity starts to leave her eyes as the corruption reaches her brain and the heart tree. Her eyes close and she drops down to her hands and knees. Yumara’s fist clenched and her body convulsed as old god tainted liquid azorite starts pouring out of her mouth and nose like someone had turned on a tap at full blast. Her body twitches in agony as she expels the corruption from within her. It takes only a few minutes but to Yumara it feels like centuries of horrendous mind altering pain. She switches to her feline huntress form and looks up at Master. Her eyes begging his permission to go and deal with the one who tried to corrupt and destroy her body. Master.

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“Yes My Lord!” Suzuna replies respectfully then starts to mend her wounds. She heals her wounds using fel corrupted light magic. Starting at her hoofed feet a shimmer of dark green magic flows up over her body, like a thick syrup. As it moves her muscles, bodily tissue, organs, and flesh repair themselves. She smiles as Salkeen mentions Yenme, and how he was going to torture her until she begged for the release of death. She deserved that, and worse for delivering Jericha into the hands of the one who had tortured and broken her so badly. “I cannot wait to hear her screams My Lord, she deserves eternal anguish for what she has done.” Suzuna growls softly, hate lancing her voice as she speaks of the one she once called her sister. Within moments her wounds are healed, and she is ready to follow Lord Salkeen where ever he would lead. While Suzuna would do anything commanded of her without question, she couldn’t stop the feelings of anticipation and anxiety that were coming off of her in waves. “My Lord, this will be my first time actually fighting other demons. My coming uninvited to your word was the first time I had ever left that place. It was strange I felt compelled to go there, it was like I was a puppet being pulled there. While I was indeed searching for the one who had come to us, it was also an excuse to go there.” Suzuna speaks rapidly, a nervous tremor running through her body with every few words she speaks.

Suzuna nods slightly but remains standing with her head bowed in a sign of both respect, and servitude. “I’ve seen Jericha when her temper gets the best of her, no one wants to be on the receiving end of it.”

“They are not my allies, My Lord, they are my enemies. They chose to foolish attack your world, your minions, and my allies. I will use every weapon that I can to spread death amongst those moronic imbeciles. They will regret having ever stepped onto this battlefield.” Suzuna says with conviction, mentally preparing herself for whatvwas to come.

Suzuna had popped in a little ways behind where Lord Salkeen had appeared. At first her mind is overwhelmed by the sheer chaos going on around her. She has always done her best to avoid confrontation. She has always tried to work things out, always believed there could be a peaceful solution. She was now seeing the folly in her ways of thinking. There would be no calm resolution on this day, Yenme had seen to that. As Suzuna takes everything in a group of void walkers move to attack her. Yet before she can act, the first of the voidwalkers has a massive chunk of its non corporeal body carved out of it. From the corner of her eye a massive fiery orange Felguard charges past her. He strikes the voidwalker a second time, bringing his large twisted axe right down through its skull. Then it spins its axe around with more speed and agility than one would think possible given the size of the weapon. With another swing he slices through two more of them, just as they drive their clawed void Ethereal hand through its heavy demonic hide. The wounds on the voidwalkers start to heal as sickly purplish black blotches start to spread out across the demons flesh. Originating from where the voidwalkers hands are. The flesh and muscle quickly becomes corrupted, it looks almost to be rotting away. The voidwalkers push their hands in deeper, corruption flooding the Felguards insides. It swings its axe severing the arm from nevof them justvas the other reaches his demonic core. It’s body goes into convulsions as it is filled with void energy then it explodes. The blast kills the other three voidwalkers and blasts Suzuna back nearly a hundred yards. Nearly the whole right side of her body is destroyed. Her arm, and leg were vaporized in the blast, bloodied strips of burnt flesh and slabs of muscle dangle morbidly from her shoulder and hip. The flesh and muscle had been shredded and ripped from away from her ribs. You could see the organs within, the lungs filling with air the heart pulsating as it forces blood through the body. One whole half of her face is gone. Revealing the blackened skull beneath. Suzuna strikes the ground hard, screaming in agony as she does so. The first thing she does is block the pan receptors in her mi d thecstart to heal the massive amounts of damage she had received. Regrowing limbs took a while.

While healing a bunch of Imps rush her, she spins around her eyes glowing white. The power that Salkeen has felt aboard his vessel earlier, suddenly floods the battlefield again. The Imps that had been rushing to attack her suddenly start screeching and howlining in pain and agony. They set themselves on fire before running and jumping into pools of acid. They reach down and cup the acid with their twisted hands and bring it up and pour it over their heads and faces. They continue shrieking while the acidic fluid eats away at their hands and faces, as their bodies are slowly dissolved. A large group of Gan’arg slice their bloated bellies open. Digging their hands in they pull out their own guts and laughing maniacally throw them to the ground where the strike with a sickly splatter. Grabbing explosives they start to shoving them into their bodies. The last thing they shove in is a activated bomb, then they rush their Mo’arg leaders. Most of them explode in a shower of bloodied bits, bone splinters and burning flesh before reaching their destination. The ones the make it leap o to the larger demons bursting on contacts. One Gan’arg crashes into a Mo’args Legs and the resulting explosion incinerates the large demons legs. Another leaps on it as it comes crashing to the ground, soon all that remains of its stomach and chest is a smoking hole. Succubi charm Eredar sorcerers into slaying one another. Wyrmtongue swarm the succubi in massive numbers tearing of their wings as they throw junk at them. Others leap onto their backs and pull them to the ground. Ripping their bottom jaws from their skulls they force vile concoctions down their throats. THey twitch about wildly bloody foam oozes from their moths like shaving cream. Within seconds the drop to the ground lifeless. Shivarra reach down grab the Wyrmtongue and begin ripping their limbs off, tossing them to the felhounds to devour… As this is happening Suzuna heals the last of her damage.

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Isaik only nodded, “Even with such betrayal he still supplied me with exactly what I desired…” Isaik was referring to the location of the shattered world, the Titan that Salkeen hadbattled was only a minor scrap of the literal planets worth of material waiting for them.

Isaik regarded the words before speaking again, “It does not surprise that Ebony’s prized tomes May Infact be my own, they were designed to create radical agents by instilling dark knowledge upon them… The universe of filled with many of my tomes…”

Isaik watched as he finally freed Izzabelle from the terrible trapping curse, the celebration of such a victory however would be cut short as it seemed the battles raging below had gotten more out of hand… Isaik has indeed been watching, but he fully expected his own minions to handle themselves…

Isaik waved his hand dismissively, she would feel the feelings of permission to go and exact her revenge… The master would not get involved this time, it wasn’t like him to do everything for his minions… Isaik grinned inwardly anyway, the fools who had decided to attack Salkeen anyway were in way over their heads… Isaik moved still watching Izzabelle, she was free to act as well if she desired, it was of no doubt Sericon would follow her… Though… Isaik paused for a moment, Sericon was in no condition to actively go to war… His willpower might have helped him in the mind scape they found themselves trapped in, but in reality he was still a feeble warlock with no strength or magic…

Sericon awoke jumping to his feet his scythe in hand, the void elf looked relieved to see Izzabelle already up and moving… “Master, We ar…” Sericon noticed the situation around them…

Isaik only nodded his skeletal form creaking slightly… “It is obvious what you wish, but in order to achieve such a thing you will need more… Go, Search my vessel, you will find a room with armor that is yours…” Isaik said before turning his focus back to the inevitable victory on the ground below… Was Abdulbai so vain as to attack two beings of great power at the same time? So vain to do so while the Master sat in the sky above? His arrogant foolishness would be the end of him…

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Salkeen glanced at this new minion for only a moment, he had a great horrid existence planned for the being known as Nedde… “We will see if she can even scream after I am finished with her…

Salkeen regarded the younger naive demon more carefully, “Legion wars are not fair, they are not honorable… If you fight with honor you will die…” Salkeen warned her as seriously as he could, there was a reason Azeroth’s greatest victory against the legion was done by demon hunters, those trained to do everything and anything to accomplish their goal… “During this war, you must protect yourself, even from your allies!” Salkeen was referring to the fact that higher ranking demons would use excessive amounts of power, those minions caught in the blast were only seen as collateral damage…

Salkeen didn’t need to say anything this time, he still remembered what his Jericha did to him when she was given the power to inflict punishment…

“You will need to use everything… Not just to slay them, but prove to me your power!” Salkeen roared before giving the command that sent them to the surface.

Salkeen stood tall glaring at Abdulbai with enough hate to melt steel beams, only a true coward and weak being had to hide behind a shield of another… Salkeen would have taken that hit straight on and still stood in the same place filled with rage!

Salkeen crossed his arms, he would retrieve his Jericha when he felt the moment was right, “Pity you don’t have the ability to read the future… You might feel fear for the shape I will leave you in…” Salkeen growled back, he had been thinking extra carefully about the terrible things he would exact on the fool…

Salkeen stood still pooling his energy, in moment the demon lord would have enough power to move faster than one could perceive. During this time Salkeen contemplated how exactly he would torture both Abdulbai and Nedde, he had a particularly diabolical idea… Salkeen gave a short laugh, “You speak of puppets like you know any true ability to do so… Your just a half bit fake, a mere shadow of the creature I know…” Salkeen hissed…

It was just the moment Salkeen needed, lunging forward with such speed a sonic boom could be heard the demon lord rushed forward to snatch what his and leave something else… A painful reminder not to ever let your guard down near the demon lord… While retrieving his Jericha, the demon lord seemed to stick his clawed index finger into the ground near Abdulbai, within that moment however the demon had infused the ground with untold amounts of unstable fel… In only a few moments the ground underneath Abdulbai would become a volcano of fel not unlike the Hand of Gul’dan!

“Continue with what? Your insane notions that you might survive this?” Salkeen hissed back taunting Abdulbai while the volcanic power beneath him grew more and more unstable underneath the earth…

Salkeen stepped infront of his Jericha even more as the void weapons careened towards them, Salkeen’s eyes lit up like the pure energy of the sun before beams of fel shot forward intercepting hundreds of corrupted weapons… This fool would need to do better than this to defeat the Great demon lord! Salkeen roared sending more energy out and lancing a beam of energy out into the sky, a great display of his power as it shot into the heavens! Though Salkeen was strong he could not shoot down every one of the blades, feeling some cut into his arms and wings… Still They would not be enough to bring him down… Salkeen paused to infuse more of Jericha’s body with his power so she would heal and fight, before turning to see the true foolish arrogance of Abdulbai…

The idiotic cur decided not only to assault the Great dark forests but corrupt something just as important to the Master’s minion… Salkeen let out a slew of dark laughing, “You truly are a arrogant fool! You don’t even realize what you’ve done!” Salkeen cackled, still waiting for his surprise to build! As it reached its apex, Salkeen’s long game would become apparent as the very earth beneath Abdulbai blew apart with the force of power that would make the mana bomb look like a fire cracker! A new fel volcano was being born, the chaotic destructive birth of pure chaos and nature’s wrath in one! Salkeen turned to cover his Jericha from the inevitable blast, as burning fel pyroclastic gas cracked the earth apart and shot into the sky! Demons around Salkeen and Abdulbai would not be save no matter the side they were on as the pure power of volcanic might birthed into being, instantly vaporizing those demons who were too close! Behind those demons were those unfortunate enough to be burned alive before sending the bodies away with the pressure force of a volcanic blast! As all the destruction over the land sent those smart enough to flee, a ominous sight of a new fel volcano could be seen rising over the clouds of burning smoke… Still Salkeen laughed, “If you are so immune to fel, then you will not mind fighting on what one might call its pinnacle!” Salkeen taunted, he watched as the avatar despite the destruction still managed to launch a tree sized arrow at his armada! It crashed into a ship rocking it to the core and causing it to lose a good portion of its left side, still the ship managed to stay airborne but it wouldn’t be able to take another hit like that!

Salkeen glanced down towards his other minions, his bloodlines, his armies… His armies were strong and smart, they recognized the spell in its first moments and wisely choose to flee from their Masters terrible power… Now moving I’m again the demons would be fighting on a field they were used to, the burning fel scape of a active chaos volcano! Roaring with a renewed feeling of victory within their grasp they rushed into the burning landscape to cut down any survivors of the enemies and any other living thing!

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Ahcire quickly called on the light more to heal her wounds before she noted the sight in the skies, her fathers armada and power was coming! Within a short few seconds the front of the armada lit up the rest of the enemy artillery, Ahcire saw with her fathers such commands of the skies was there truly a way the usurpers could win?

Ahcire charged forward reinvigorated by the sight of the mastery of the skies, with a short yell Ahcire let loose several arrows into a group of dreadlords that appeared to be against them, lacking them with the power of the light! Ahcire spun her bow around as she was surrounded by felhunters, and sent spikes shooting out like a explosion of light! She grew too bold however as a eredar with a spear stabbed her side… Ahcire grunted in agony as the weapon dug into her and spilled her blood! Nakano roared from the darkness nearby leaping on the eredar and bringing him down!

Ahcire grabbed her side and peered into the sky seeing the avatar Yumara had made being infused with void titans blood, a terrific sight to behold except for the rumbling that seemed to occur beneath them all! Something within Ahcire seemed to cry out, it was time to get back! Peering into the sky, Ahcire mentally command one of the felbats in her lords army down to her! With a swiftness that one wouldn’t see in the non-elf races, Ahcire leapt atop the felbat and urged it into the sky, it’s front claws grabbing ahold of Nakano!

Ahcire got high up before looking down for her sister, she knew her sister would feel the need to move out… That’s when it happened, the earth cracked and sundered apart as a pyroclastic flow of fel erupted from underneath where her lord had been fighting that being of void and exploded outwards like that of a massively oversized goblin made bomb! Ahcire kicked the felbat hard in the sides forcing it to fly faster as she sent it diving towards her sister with as much speed as it could! Swooping down at the last second, Ahcire grabbed her sisters arm before pushing the felbat to fly away from the ever expanding volcanic detonation! The felbat shrieked as it pushed to fly faster the ever consuming burning smoke from the volcanic birth swept behind it! Ahcire nearly pushed the creature to fly higher when she barely spotted a eredar women who had the faint feelings of her fathers ownership! Sweeping low again the felbat snatched Suzuna from the ground, digging its claws into her shoulder before again trying to outrun the blazing gas that swept over the land behind them!

Ahcire screamed pushing the felbat harder she dug her boots into the demons sides nearly drawing blood, beside them other felbats and legion fighter ships flew to escape the chaotic blasts! Behind them a legion fighter ship was to slow and was over took by the burning gas and exploded lighting up the burning pyroclastic flow to show all those burning within! Another bat was hit by a legion ship and fell into the burning flames, it’s body was roasted alive as the volcanic rebirth treated all in its blazing birth the same! Ahcire and those on the felbat nearly fell into the burning gas as well but luck was barely on their side as they outran the burning blast… Turning the felbat around, they were all near the large legion ships, the massive ships unaffected by the volcano thanks to their shields… “Who is not dead??” Ahcire asked directing her felbat to the ground… “That was close!”

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Sericon awoke leaping to his feet, his scythe in hand, it didn’t take him long to see Izzabelle was already up and moving. “Master, we ar…” Sericon paused noting the tension in the room the stark cold expressions of pain from Yumara… She wished to go take care of whatever was causing her such pain, Sericon understood such reasonings and wished to go fight as well… Well, he would if Izzabelle felt the need to as well…

Sericon looked at the cryptic master once more, aboard this vessel was armor for him? How? Sericon has just become this magicless void elf form, there was no way to create a full set of armor in such a time period! Sericon saluted the master before wandering off into the pitch black void steel halls. Sericon moves through the halls, the pitch blackness of it all made him wonder if Izzabelle would have followed him or chose to go fight immediately, he would understand either reasonings…

Stopping and taking a left he felt this way was more calling out to him, as if certain pathways were more light than the others… Finally Sericon stopped while crossing down a long hallway and turned to face a large door that seemed to appear from nowhere… Sericon examined the door closely before putting his hand on great void steel entrance… The reaction was instantaneous, the room pulsed a few times before beams of purple energy seemed to read Sericon’s hand… Finally after what seemed like ages the doors creaked open to reveal a massive room made of void steel within the center of the room on a statue sat a suit of armor that was the color of red and grey but topped with great demon horns…

That’s when it hit Sericon, the master made no such attempt to create this armor when Sericon’s form was made… The Master with his ability to see multiple futures had made preparations for each one… Still the armor was obviously newly forged, the echoes of shades shifted around the room still trying to make more additions… Sericon even spotted a bow with mail armor and a staff of ice nearby, it appeared the master had seen many futures, not all led to this… Sericon stepped forward examining the armor, though it was newly made it was obviously still enchanted, Sericon felt it as he touched the shoulderpad on the left… Still something felt off… Sericon looked to the right to see legion wrought tools, this armor was his, his to do with whatever he wished…

Sericon understood, he would use this armor to fight the enemies of the master, the Lord Salkeen and any others… Sericon knelt down and quickly grabbed some legion machinery pieces, they were pieces of a legion fighter that the echoes were clearly trying to make in his room, but Sericon saw another use… Taking the components of the legion teleportation array he affixed a few pieces to his belt, turning he hooked a spare storage unit to the inside of his shoulderpad… Finally Sericon donned the dark armor, gripping his scythe in his hand, it felt different… Despite the fact that he had no magic ability anymore the weapon itself seemed to thrum with the power he used to wield in his hands… The scythe would be the instrument of his power, it would cast the magic for him with every cut and slash…

Sericon exhaled he could feel the power of the scythe powering his enchantments and abilities in his armor… “You ready?” He asked aloud, he was sure Izzabelle was probably nearby… Sericon smirked, he was ready to get down and test out this new gear!

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Myranda caught of guard by the fiery blast that singed her right ear and most of the surrounding hair. Is thrown from the massive undead Drakkari. She strikes the ground hard all the air if forced from her lungs, temporarily stunning her. She looks to see the Drakkari charging herwith the purpose of crushing her skull like it was a grape. Myrandah grabs for her hammer, but her hands aren’t working properly and her arms feel extremely weak.

This was it Myrandah thought as the Drakkari hefted its massive weapon. We’ll a least My ending won’t be caused by that wretched Elf. she thought as the weapon came down at her. She closed her eyes and braced herself for pain and death that never came. She felt the air whoosh by her ears as the weapon struck the ground beside her, she felt the side of her body that the weapon fell on her pelted by ice. She opens her eyes and hears his words. The Drakkari seemed to be struggling within his own mind. The battle lasts for mere moments when he suddenly expels this toxic looking ichor out onto the snow. Myrandah only nods slightly, in exceptence of his apology. She is still a little shocked to still be alive. When he tells her to stay down she does. She silently starts moving her lips to form spells as the Massive undead troll leaps to his feet roaring out his victory.

Myrandah lies upon the icy ground her body unnaturally still, spells frozen on the tip of her tongue, she waits. The Drakkari rushes towards the nether walker and that awful goblin. As soon as he raise some his weapon she acts. Myrandah’s hand strikes the frozen terrain as she casts Consecrated Ground on the earth beneath were Varicar and Smuggs were battling. She follows that with a Hand of Hindrence cast at that hideous Monk. It would slow him down forcing him to stay in the consecration longer. Flipping to her feet she speaks a few more words striking the constructed Elf with both Judgement and Templars Verdict. Then she lights up the Gnome with a Holy Prism. While he might now resemble a disco ball, the light would heal Smuggs while the radiant beams would cause holy damage to Varicar. Casting Divine steed She gallops at top speed towards the two combatants. Reaching down she snags Smuggs up off the ground, the warmth of the light flowing off him heLing hervwounds from earlier. The steed will not last but for a few moments, hopefully that is all she will need. Still holding Smuggs they rush towards where Victur, Maleok and the Drakkari are. “If there was ever a time to open a Portal, now would be it.” Myrandah shouts as they rapidly approach them.

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When Sericon left, Izzabelle quickly followed, she stumbled slightly at first. Trying to settle her mind and soul back into her body wasn’t the simplest of tasks. Doing so while on the move made it a bit more difficult. As it was nearly the entirety of her soul was still with Salkeen. He was fighting one of Ebony’s chosen, to pull her soul from his protection would be to dangerous at this time. Once the battle was over she would do that. As for the battle below, Izzabelle felt no need to going rushing down to join it. She firmly believes that Lord Salkeen, and Yumara, were perfectly capable of handling Ebony’s minion, and the little rebellion that had cropped up. Still if Sericon wished to join the fight, she would follow him. Izzabelle traverses the darkened halls at Sericon’s heels. They are both so silent you can almost hear the sound of the air moving around them as they make their way through the void vessel.

Izzabelle stands next to Sericon, after a moment of testing him the door slowly creaks open. Izzabelle takes in the room as it is revealed, the armor set she can see is rather interesting. Still it was nothing she would ever be able to wear. She follows Sericon into the room and looks around while he starts tinkering with the armor and other objects laying around the room. “It’s like Master Isaik knew something like this.” Izzabelle pauses and smiles a Sericon. “Would, or could happen. I cannot imagine seeing an infinite amount of futures and having to continually sort through them. Master Isaik has the strongest mind of anyone that I know.” She finishes saying as she leans on the wall. While Sericon is fixing his gear and making it his own. Izzabelle checks her own weapons, and her tubes, flasks, and vials, of assorted poisons and potions. She coats her blades once more with the fel poison she had used when the two of them had infiltrated Reavrix’s artillery compound. That now seemed like a lifetime ago, she was a different person then. She now understood and excepted that she would never be that person again. She says a silent goodbye to her former life. As she watches Sericon move about creating his perfect armor, he seems in her eyes to grow more powerful, that power seems to peak as he takes hold of the scythe.

Izzabelle shrugs, grinning she pushes herself away from the wall. Shadow Stepping she hugs him briefly from behind. “I’m ready whenever you are.” She speaks the words practically into his ear, before stepping away. “Will we be taking a Void portal to our destination. Or do you think Master Isaik has a fighter that we can fly in.” As she asks this a smile spreads across her face. Izzabelle might not say it but she had rather enjoyed manning the guns when they had battled within the body of that Titan. It is one of the few things she can recall vividly amid the pain and madness. Her soul itself still ached luckily at the moment most of it was housed within Salkeen so Izzabelle for now didn’t have to deal with that pain. It also meant she wouldn’t be able to use her most powerful ability.

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There was this awful burning and stinging sensation as her her body was torn in two. A moment of horrendous agony, followed by a pop, then the feeling of weightlessness. Ahcirej was once more without a mortal form. She floated aimlessly above the battlefield, feeling the ever present pull of oblivion tugging at her. It was always a temptation, to cease existence in every possible way. Then she looked down and saw Jericha, the other half of who she was being tortured by the one who had broken her. Six days breaking her, six days remaking her, six hundred times. that was just part of the process that was required to help shape her body, soul and Ming into what it was to become. Ahcirej watches as the fiend Abdulbai rips Jericha from the sky and locks away her Void. Jericha’s mind had been conditioned to fear him, centuries of torture weren’t so easily forgotten.

Ahcirej watches in helpless rage as Jericha is tortured in a horrific way. That hideous mister did what he did because it would bring back horrendous memories. It was about this time that Lord Salkeen appeared, Ahcirej let out an inaudible sigh of relief. Lord Salkeen was an exceptionally greedy extremely powerful Demon Lord. He would not allow his Jericha to be taken from him. Still to watch Abdulbai use her other half as a meat shield to take the brunt of Lord Salkeen’s attack angered Ahcirej into action. Her eyes sweep the war torn ground seeking the one she needed to accomplish this. Her eyes fall upon her just as she reaches for Jaseiah and pulls her up onto the back of a massive Fel Bat. It was good that the two were together, it would make things easier. Still she would need to borrow Jaseiah for a moment.

Moving at the speed of thought she appears beside the lot of them, with a silent apology she jumps into Jaseiah’s body. Unfortunately she couldn’t remain long or bind herself to it, because another soul already exists within it. Reaching out she pulls an arrow from the quiver on Ahcire’s back. If Ahcire turned she would see both Jaseiah and a shimmering version of Ahcirej layed over her. Both were chanting simultaneously, the sheer amount of holy power radiating from them would have been enough to light up the sky, had they not been consciously trying to hide it. All that power was being channeled into that one arrow that they held. When done Jaseiah turns to Ahcire and passes her the holy light infused arrow.

When she speaks it is with both hers and Ahcirej voice. “The Monster that Lord Salkeen fight possesses a shield that makes him immune to fel. Jericha’s Light is needed to shatter that shield. Jaseiah possesses the light but she cannot weird it. You Ahcire can weird the light but you do not possess it. So take this arrow and shatter Abdulbai’s shield.” They reach out and lightly touch Ahcire who suddenly can see a shimmering force field surrounding the horrendous undead void Ethereal. Within this shield is the tiniest of imperfections, something that is nearly impossible to notice. “The arrow must hit that mark, that is the weak point in his shield. When struck with a Jericha’s holy light the shield will implode. Lord Salkeen must shatter the amulet that Abdulbai is wearing once the shield is broken. For it is that amulet that locks away Jericha’s Void, should the wretched beast die or retreat before it is broken, Jericha will be bereft of her Void magic. Jericha’s very existence depends on both her ties to Lord Salkeen and the void.” Ahcirej can feel her connection with Jaseiah breaking she couldn’t remain in the body much longer. “Now take the Arrow and go Ahcire, you are the only one that can get close enough to fire it, you are the only capable of using it. We cannot go with you, Abdulbai would recognize Jericha’s scent on Jaseiah If we did.” They say then Ahcirej is gone leaving just Jaseiah within her body once more. Jaseiah lightly punches Ahcire in the arm and smiles “Go shatter that jerks shield, so Father can destroy him.”

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The down right audacity of such betrayal thought Skalaz, snapping his finger he was forced to deal with this unfortunate turn of events! Between the inches of distance between Skalaz and Maleok a instantaneous explosion was formed from the hydrogen of the ice and the oxygen in the air! A raging explosion blasted the two combatants apart sending Skalaz into the icy banks far off and sending Maleok crashing hard into a nearby ice formation…

Skalaz had been going way to easy, he had seen that now… Rising up from the icy snow, the damage on his body was quite apparent, his flesh had been nearly all burned away and his shattered skeletal form still tried to rise… Already the hideous goblins body started to regenerate itself, for the maker of the homunculi was indeed one himself… “How dare you betray those who have done so much for you? I will need to talk to your friend about his failure of a Zubemvi brew…” Skalaz hissed in irritation, “Your gonna make me do something your gonna regret…” Skalaz growled pulling one of the purple vials from his belt and examining it in his hand, before grinning and snapping his fingers activating his largest alchemical transformation yet! These moronic imbeciles wished to push Skalaz to his most volatile? Then that’s what would be done! Above their very heads the heavens burst into a hellish fire! It was as if the sun itself had been pulled to mere inches from the planets surface, Skalaz had ignited the largest fireball ever seen on Val, he had converted the air around them to a perfect mixture of hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, and even nitrogen to make a ever expanding blaze that would consume them all…

It seemed like a impossible feat to battle but even then Skalaz was far from over! “If you all refuse to surrender willingly, I will have to retrieve your charred corpses from this icy world!” Skalaz screamed pressing his other hand to the ground and again using arcane and alchemy to create the alchemic reaction of a life time! Underneath their feet everyone would feel the rumble as miles of ice would suddenly be made into gas, a bomb created right beneath where they stood. Skalaz couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer hopelessness of it all, as the burning sky grew further out of control it would roast the land beneath it melting the ancient ice of Val, when the fireball finally broke through to the volatile mixture of gas Skalaz had created beneath their feet would earth shattering!

Skalaz looked up from his massive casting the slight size of it all did cause his hair to grey a bit, that self righteous Paladin again attacked his creation, Varicar… When he captured her, the hideous homunculi he would remake her into would force people to shiver in fear for eons… Skalaz hissed he still had to deal with Victur! Turning the goblin barely dodged a blast of fel fire that rocketed past him and crashed into the icy banks nearby, his skin still cracked from the excessive heat… Would Skalaz been on a different world he could have done much more than create bombs of hydrogen gas… This ice world was so barren of other elements it was frustrating… Skalaz roared using arcane and Alchemy as one he formed massive bolts of ice and sent them spiraling at Victur, he would impale that fool onto the planet then watch them all burn!

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Varicar had almost made it to end the gnomes life for good, when again that paladin intervened the ground beneath consecrated with holy light plus the light itself pushing down on him forced the monk to crawl over the burning holy ground… Varicar groaned struggling to stand when he saw a hammer of light energy flying towards his person, hissing with rage the monk had to bring his arms up to block his body but still felt the burning vengeance against him as the light seared his flesh… Varicar dropped his guard to watch the impetuous cut swoop up his prey on her conjured horse and make her way straight to Victur! Varicar’s body and arms were badly burned from the lights verdict but still he would refuse to fail his purpose! Conjuring a ball of fel chi in his hands the monk sent it flying after the fleeing prey! To his ever present frustration it barely missed spiraling past the horse and impacting into a icy bank with a resounding crack!

The homunculus couldn’t believe it that self righteous wench managed to get Maleok to turn against them! What was with these new women joining the master’s armies? With everyone gained they were losing minions previously thought under control! The Bone Render couldn’t be lost as well, he was a true monster on the battlefield, it was almost like he was designed!!

Varicar had no desire to let Smuggs or Maleok go free, but he saw the magic his creator had put into action, beneath them the ice groaned and shuddered as it struggled to contain the volatile mix of hydrogen and oxygen! Even now the sky burned ever warmer as the composition above further fueled the flame and heating up the surrounding area… Growling with disappointment the monk understood what he had to do, this wasn’t the first time Skalaz had used this trick… Ensuring he still possessed the staff head of Smuggs’s weapon Varicar leapt to Skalaz and prepared himself for the next move… “You should only hope that your nether walker can open such a portal in time…” Varicar taunted openly, but behind such feelings he felt that their plans had not gone the way they should have…

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Throggore danced in the shadows, finally dropping his long blades for something more lethal to a old wolf… Pulling to long reddish daggers from his shoulders the Orc rogue would use his skill and a little acidic poison to take down the ghostly beast… Vaunn was clever however within the whirling vortex of ice his many false ghosts, the clones of Throggore and Vaunn effectively battling mirrors… Throggore however still had much to worry, the wolves in the ice still could bite, slowly but surely his clones vanished leaving only him… It might have turned the fight again had not that being, that creator of the homunculi literally set the sky on fire!

Throggore leapt backwards taking in the scene, at first it seemed mostly a show of force with no real danger but it soon became apparent that the very place they stood grew warmer and warmer as the slow burning inferno expanded. The once solid ice beneath Throggore slowly reverted to snow than slush, as the place seemed to literally be melting… It seemed to help him in s way as the icy vortex that his Vaunn so well died away leaving the old wolf more vulnerable…

Throggore took his advantage diving in and delivering a swift cut to Vaunn’s arms, the instantaneous hiss of acid caused Throggore to give a short grin, one could never underestimate a Laughing Skull Orc… Diving in again, narrowly dodging the razor claws of Vaunn he stabbed the wolf in the shoulder, he could get the upper hand… That was until he heard the command… Growling with irritation the rogue vanished and reappeared near Skalaz, it was about time they left their guests to their demise…

Internally Throggore was happier, his old friend had gotten free and even managed to nearly knock down the Artificer… His feelings would slowly turn to more dread, he couldn’t let the others even suspect that he wanted Maleok free, to do so would void his contract… Throggore loathed the thing but he just couldn’t put it in jeopardy, it was too important, it was the only reason he still fought at all… Throggore inwardly remarked as Skalaz prepared to teleport them away and to safety, Maleok would never have been a slave, if they both didn’t trust someone they never should have…

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For a moment that foolish Orc seemed to have underestimated the old wolf, his wolves in the storm were not mere shadows or hollow clones but the aspect of ice itself, the spirits of wolves still wishing for the hunt… Swiftly and without mercy the hollow clones were extinguished into nothingness, and Vaunn glared at Throggore ready to bring the Orc down… It nearly happened if not for the rogue element Skalaz setting the sky on fire, the old wolf glared seeing the Drakkari crash into the icy banks, he would need to retrieve the troll… Within a few moments Vaunn started to struggle to keep a full blown blizzard rolling, now it was just him and Throggore… The insidious rogue took advantage stabbing Vaunn with acidic poisoned knives, The worgen groaned as he felt the damage… The acid would do more for the rogue than any other weapon he had… Vaunn swiped and missed, but in a instant the assault was over… Vaunn immediately sensed why, the goblin had created a massive bomb, one they all were standing on!

Vaunn roared and lunged forward into a full run, within a short few seconds he was on Maleok, roaring with all his strength he managed to get the troll on his back before bolting towards Victur and the others… “Paladin is right! We must go!!” The worgen howled!

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Maleok was thrown back by the insidious blast of Skalaz sending the Drakkari crashing to the ground with a heavy crack… Maleok did not rise this time, the act of freeing himself had drained his energy considerably, he only watched as the maniacal goblin conjured his biggest alchemic spell yet! Above the troll the sky lit up with a massive transmutation, a circle of fire helping create a bond of energy that would be easier to manipulate… Within seconds the center of the ring enveloped in a raging consuming fire that blocked out the sun and rained heat down upon them all… It would have been a terrific spell to face if the goblin didn’t follow it up by converting the ice under them into another chemical compound! When the two reached the reaction would be beyond words, literally shattering the land for thousands of miles with a ever consuming explosion!

Maleok sighed, he would atleast die a free troll if he died this day, the all consuming blaze would prevent his regeneration this time, one couldn’t regenerate from nothing… It still appeared that it would not be this day, the deathknight from earlier swooping in like a predatory beast grabbed the Drakkari and ran for his allies… Was he apart of the Ebon Blade? Why save Maleok, after everything he did?

Maleok had a few moments to collect his thoughts… How had he ended up in this mess? A man who he once thought a friend betrayed him, it wasn’t Throggore though Maleok had learned of the master through him… The creature known as the master had even approached Maleok with a deal in exchange for his service… Maleok had refused, though it was a deal he was unsure he should have at this time… The being known as the master promised the troll to save a good deal of his people, Maleok refused seeing nothing in his people at the time…

Down the line it was someone else who handed Maleok over to the master, a person Throggore and Maleok once thought was their friend… He was a good man once for what he was, but a deep brush with the thing known as the emerald nightmare had changed that… Their friend lost his honor or any semblance of loyalty to his other friends… The thing that was once their friend turned on them, taking a deal with the master and enslaving Maleok with him… It was something Maleok would be sure to exact vengeance for…

For now the troll drifted aimlessly away from Val in the consuming nether portal the undead man had created… A chunk of ice whizzed through his shoulder causing the Drakkari to grunt a bit, but he did nothing save drift and wait for their moment to land…