Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

[Rekkagg-emerald-dream]

“Not necessary… You have a new assignment…”

This caused Rekkagg to pause, he shifted anxiously while keeping his eyes on the master. It wasn’t that the orc was nervous or fearful, it was just the opposite, he had been so eager to carve flesh and get his revenge, the whole of his own plans evaporated in a instant… Not that they mattered as much as the Master’s plan anyway, Rekkagg or the soul within the orc just always held a desire to tend flesh, even try the raw delicacy of torn ligaments and sinew…

“Just as our enemies are making moves so have I been making moves of my own… Two are being ready made to take on my old nemesis Raveintis…”

The very name caused Rekkagg to stop his movements and completely focus back on the master. The individual who had cost the Nameless One his original body, and not just simply by death but the warlock had completely burned away the corpse that was once John Galloway…

“However they will need you to further their training, you have been the one who has tried to end Raveintis the most…”

Rekkagg nodded, he had also been the one to nearly succeed the most, each time he came back to assault the dwarf he got closer. Unfortunately the dwarf had gotten better to recruiting new ways to create obstacles for the assassin. It was odd, the Master though sometimes viewing his old teacher with hatred burning as hot as any star, at other times Isaik saw Raveintis as a respected nemesis. Perhaps it was one of those ways the Master had shed his arrogance… “Yes my master, the eve of Raveintis’s fall shall come…” Rekkagg growled, he was ready for a better revenge, a revenge on his most hated enemy…

“Greetings Nameless One I am Yumara.”

Rekkagg locked eyes with the women examining all he could see, her gestures towards the Master. The sheer fact that he didn’t force her away with horrors unimaginable meant in some way the dark Master had rather liked this new minion… To Rekkagg she looked mostly elf like, but the orc was clever enough to recognize something more in her…

“Yes… Goto the Artificer… There you will find your two new disciples and be enhanced enough for this new body…” Isaik hissed, “You can thank Skalaz’s newest creation for capturing this body…” Isaik hissed, “It matters not though, head to the Artificer…”

Rekkagg nodded, this pitiful body would need enhancements if it was to fight such foes and survive… Though a small thought appeared in his head, a fledgling memory from the original orc… This body was marked with secret runes for speaking to or raising the dead… It gave Rekkagg the most darkest of vile ideas, he could cure this bodies mortality by himself…

Rekkagg bowed low before seeing his way out, the Orc had to make his way towards the Artificer for some needed increases in power… Heading out the door of the prison like area and down a twisting hall, the Orc stopped… Skalaz might be the one to enhance him, but Rekkagg still preceded to control one aspect of his body… balling his fists tight and shedding his chest armor the orc focused his dark magic awakening the hidden runes… Normally they might call a ancestor back from the grave, help speak to some elemental or even raise the dead, but now Rekkagg was gonna do something much different… Pulling forth a small dagger, the Orc took it in his right hand before truly pushing himself. Rekkagg had just been reborn as such all his power was not quite available to him yet, but with effort he pushed more power to the runes carved all over his body…

Rekkagg roared as he felt the power coursing through him, great trails of void and necromancy, a beautiful combination that made the Shadowmoon orcs known for their necrolyte talent, before the orc plunged the dagger deep into his own heart! Rekkagg stood their breathing heavy as his heart slowed its beating, his life blood ebbing up at the hilt of his blade… To most this might send them into unconsciousness, but Rekkagg enjoyed the pain… The orc kept a grim smile as his heart slowed before nearing the end, but as the heart beat its last, the necromancy coursing through Rekkagg’s body responded forcing the heart to continue! Rekkagg was no longer mortal or in any sense of the word living, but neither was he dead… The orc yanked the dagger from his chest, the wound sealing up behind it, before Rekkagg replaced the dagger on his belt, he would see the Artificer now…

[Skalaz-emerald-dream]

“Remind me not to tell the juggernaut about his reaver then…”

Skalaz wove his hand absentmindedly, like a brushing movement, “No reason to tell the juggernaut, he is already working to make a bigger reaver…” Skalaz said, the goblin thought back to the lab he had on Azeroth. His mindless drudges, alchemically created slaves that after a few major alterations were related to hobgoblins… Though at the moment what race they were most related to now was something of a mystery, they had so much implanted into them. Back in his own system of caves, the drudges worked to gather materials and arrange them into a master alchemic arcane circle, the weaponized abilities of this new reaver would far outmatch the last…

“I have no doubt that the one we are being trained to fight will most likely be a fight to the death. I also know that as I am now, I would lose, before the battle even begun.”

Skalaz glanced over at Izzabelle, “More than death, Obliteration, Raveintis no doubt has a soul stone or two stashed somewhere. You are being trained to completely eliminate the target.” Skalaz said, Raveintis May have been old but it gave him experience and time to prepare.

“I’m prepared to except nearly all the help I can get.”

Skalaz was busy preparing more of the circle, with a subtle snap he moved another cage into the outter ring of the alchemic circle. Glancing at the women he wondered to say what he knew of the others of Isaik’s creations…

“Wait I’m gonna be part spider now?!! I won’t grow any horrid side effects will I?”

“If done by a amateur, the chances of horrid side effects are outrageous, you might turn to look something like the Fal’dorei.” Skalaz said creating a arcane hologram image of a horrid spider elf, a fal’dorei. “With my expertise however I should be able to strip down the ingredients desired to enhance you without altering your physical appearance to much.” Skalaz said, this was child’s play, what was truly hard was creating a entirely new species or alchemic chimera that were both apex predators but subservient to commands.

“I’m not sure how this would work, everyone of my spiderlings must at some point every few days return to the sac, to renew their connection, else they will cease to exist. Not die just kind of poof ! out of existence. They must remain for at least 24 hours for the connection to be reestablished.”

Skalaz nodded pulling a third cage into the last spot in the outter circle of the alchemic ring. “We are taking base organs and dna, how they are effected before shouldn’t matter too much… However I might recommend that if your connection ever feels weak to be in another’s presence for the same 24 hour period the spiders would need.” Skalaz said he was nearly ready to proceed.

“I’ll cough up a spidering or two once I’m certain that it will work, if they need to be switched out every week or so.”

Skalaz turned to the two spiderlings before speaking, “This isn’t a peaceful or safe process, the spiderlings will not survive, but with luck we only need to sacrifice these two…” Skalaz said, he turned back towards his alchemic circle before tapping his staff on the ground illuminating each cage… In the first was obvious, the fire scorpion, it hissed in anger before letting out a small blast of fire. The next cage illuminated to show a rather large nerubian, the insect like creature screeched before raking the metal bars that contained it…”release me surface dwellers!” Lastly the third cage illuminated to reveal a silithud reaver, that hissed before slamming against the cage.

Skalaz made a gesture to the circle, “These should be a nice strong prime mix of creatures to enhance you all nicely…” Skalaz exclaimed before with a final move the Artificer slammed his staff down hard activating the transmutation… The spell circle groaned to life, sparks of arcane energy whirled out as the circle reacted to the ingredients with its rings and the destination point in the center. With a flash of purple light the screeching creatures were dematerailized into base components before being inturn infused into Izzabelle…

The great fire scorpion would serve to allow Izzabelle the choice to lower her metabolism, it’s great fire and chitin body used to enforce Izzabelle’s bones and resistance to the flame… The silithid reaver, one of the bugs of the great silithus swarms would serve to further connect Izzabelle to her own spiders and when Sericon was up to him. The insects body of chitin and flesh would be used to improve the adaptive potential of the elvish women. Finally the nerubian would serve to further her connection to her spiders and her ability to socialize would not be affected… What Izzabelle might not have known was that this wasn’t just a simple three input alchemic arcane transmutation circle, the circle also infused into the women other ingredients and materials, beneath the circle was more chambers in this case this one was filled with blood elf slaves… The blood elves under the circle would act to ensure that after all the transmutation was complete Izzabelle would still retain a mostly blood elf figure… With a crack the transmutation finished, around the circle embedded into the ground capsules burst forth now empty of their contents, simple mixtures Skalaz designed for the enhancing the body with carbon, calcium, iron, and other elements that one might consider mundane.

Skalaz waited for the smoke to clear to behold Izzabelle, he would need to see if adjustments had to be made. After which the goblin would need to check the blood elf stock and see how many were dematerialized and refill the capsules…

[Jakk-gurubashi]

“I think you might be mistaken the smell, for your own abominable stench. After all That wouldn’t expect someone who would marry him sister, to care much for hygiene.”

“I would never mistake the smell of vermin and feces! As for my sister?! How dare you say such insults! She married some Gilnean noble! Something you would never get the chance to do!” Jakk barked as he swung his blade, the human grunted as he felt the soul sucking spell over his person.

“As for my vermin they are a step up the evaluationarry latter compared to the likes of you.”

Jakk balked at the elvish women’s words, “Thsts why your here witch! You choose the company of pests!” Jakk roared swatting away to knives the women threw.

She adds agony to the drain life, just so she could hear the mans screams as his life was drawn from him.

Jakk glanced back st his own soldiers, “So help me, if one of you doesn’t take care of this wretched spelling I will put you in the cell next to her corpse!!”

As Jakk was turned blocking blades from the stealthy orc and barking at his soldiers he felt the agony of afflictions got his back. The high ranking human growled more, he felt the finest of pricks from the orcs blade no doubt poisoned! “You wretched witch!” Jakk cursed reading his weapon to throw at the women.

With a great flash of purplish blue, the seal activated dampening the hostile spells of any not of alliance flesh! They would still be able to use magic but it’s power would be diminished to a more manageable level to the guards!

“About light damned time Braumer!” Jakk roared pushing towards the voudwalker his sword extended. Woth a heavy slash he cleaved through the shadow void hide of the demon creature… Jakk only became more annoyed as the creature reformed, so Jakk swung again his sword clanging on the voidwalkers bracers and it slide into the demon once more.

The mage would chill this room, he would make it so cold they would freeze these criminals in their tracks so they could lock them up once more! Braumer snapped his fingers bringing a cold chill upon the air to any not of alliance flesh, the icy chill would work up from the ground freezing vermin then demon, finally if he was not stopped it would freeze the invaders!

Finally the freezing came in, the whole reason Jakk even tolerated Braumer at all! The mage had incredible skill in freezing the prison down without harming the alliance! It was what Jakk needed to further his assault on the voidwalker! Jakk kicked the voidwalker hard the ice helping facilitate a better reaction to brute force! Jakk wasn’t dumb, voidwalkers could cause incredible agony on those they fought if they managed to touch bare flesh!

The fel Hunter however isn’t slowed by the icy spell which holds her in place. It whips its long tentacle like appendages out before it, devouring the icy magic, before leaping at the Mage.

Jakk despised Braumer, but he loathed Faendrel, he was fel damned not gonna let that witch rip up his mage! Only Jakk could rip up Braumer!! As the felhunter leapt so did Jakk intercepting the demonic creature mid air and slamming it back away from Braumer and the alliance with his shield! The warrior landed hard holding his blade high before stabbing it at the felhunter, with a grunt Jakk missed slightly severing only a front left leg of the beast. His vision was blurred slightly, the human couldn’t tell if it was from the poison or the horrific magic of the vile witch! Jakk pulled his blade back again to impale the damned felhunter when that cursed voidwalker struck Jakk from the back, it’s shadowy claws finding flesh near the back of Jakk’s neck!

The human roared out, his vision cast over by a horrid memory, a effect that voidwalkers could produce! Jakk glanced out his face filled a mild annoyance, he was merely seven years old, this was the day he was denied from joining the Kirin Tor! Before him stood several elves, full of themselves and indulging on wine, the refined creatures glanced back towards Jakk before laughing in a arrogant tone. “You will never be a mage boy, I pulled my strings at Dalaran, you will always be a servant.” The elf sneered. The young Jakk began to speak up in protest, how could they rob him of his destiny? But before a few words left his mouth the elf was standing before the young boy, a wooden staff in hand, with a quick gesture the elf beat the boy hard in the side before taking his staff in both hands and bring in down on the boy again and again! “You are nothing but a servant, a slave, boy!” The elf growled further bearing on the young child! The young Jakk just laid on the ground mostly unresponsive, everything hurt, he hated his master… He hated the elves… Jakk’s hatred plain in his eyes.

Jakk snapped back to reality fury in his eyes before turning his blade upon the voidwalker, he swung! And swung, and swung! It wasn’t even trained, Jakk wasn’t trying to slice through, he was furiously bludgeoning the voidwalker with all his hatred for the elves!

[Varicar-emerald-dream (Varicar)]

Varicar conjured another blast of chi, it seemed the stream of guards were endless! As long as their commanders were present the alliance guards would continue to stream into the stockades, it was also unfortunate that no matter how hard Varicar fought, he could only kill so many guards at one time! Any guards left alive or wounded were being quickly evacuated. It didn’t take much for Varicar to determine that they needed to escape faster, the longer this took the more likely the alliance were to send bigger name commanders and direct more effort to finding out what this was…

Varicar pulled back conjuring a ball of fel chi before crushing it into the ground and showering his allies with healing mists to further their assault and escape. The monk watched as Jakk seemed to bring his whole focus on Faendrel, every time Faendrel tried to assault the mage, Jakk would intercept… That just left Braumer… Normally Varicar might be impeded by the icy blasts of Braumer, but with his person covered in the flesh and blood of the alliance his spells but the homunculi less.

Just as Jakk leapt into the fold to fight Faendrel, Varicar leapt towards the air before coming down hard in the middle of the alliance soldiers sending several guards crashing hard to the sides… The monk whirled his hands in zen gestures conjuring a version of a chi barrier, those outside his barrier would be unable to enter, and only Braumer was locked inside with him…

“You should have fled…” Varicar growled lunging forward, his fist glancing off a icy barrier conjured up by the mage. Varicar growled following his attack with a kick, causing the icy barrier to crack in several locations! The monk fully pressed his attack, before a whirling blast of freezing wind washed over Varicar! The monk hissed as the icy blast frosted over his body slowing him down considerably, Varicar did not take the attack with dread, only tilting his head like a robot learning to fight its opponent!

Braumer blinked away to the edge of the chi barrier before turning to face Varicar again… It was only mere moments the monk shattered the icy frost covering his body before rolling with speed back towards Braumer, the monk held in his hands chunks of ice which he used to bludgeon the mages icy shield! Varicar cracked the ice chunks on the shield once more before breaking through, with a sharp jab the monk impacted his upper arm into the mages left leg shattering bones in the lower leg…

[Salkeen-emerald-dream (Salkeen)]

“Not that, that annoyance has been temporarily silenced Lord Salkeen, I believe you were saying something about the beast pens.” Jericha fel eye takes on a more sinister look as her lips curl upward. “Part of me is tempted to free Suzuna’s soul and send it back to her body. Waking up while being eaten alive, would be a new experience, at least for her.”

Salkeen folded his arms listening to Jericha speak, he had his own ideas about how to deal with Suzuna, the demon lord also considered greatly how Jericha had treated Lhashira. The void elf women seemed to loath the women stronger than most minions, the sheer hatred only fueled Salkeen’s humor more…

“Still Suzuna belongs to you Lord Salkeen, so I will defer to your decision on when and where I should release her soul.”

“You are quite right my dear, Suzuna is mine to own and control…” Salkeen said tapping a claw on his metal sword… “Let is see the strength of Suzuna some more shall we? I am sure the whelp can claw her way from the feeding pits of felhunters… And if she can’t…” Salkeen paused locking eyes on Jericha before simply stopping his next words, with a dark grin.

Salkeen watched as Jericha continued to turn her dark desires and attention back to Lhashira… It brought Salkeen dark joy to watch his Jericha further play with her toy, that’s what Lhashira was right now, a toy to do whatever Jericha wished… The void witch had such a way with her torture, that made Salkeen enjoy watching every piece… Salkeen couldn’t have enjoyed it more as he saw Lhashira wishing, pleading, longing to lash out at Jericha in revenge, it would’ve been a futile endeavor, even in her weakened state Jericha could destroy the wind demon…

“Lord Salkeen does not require your opinion or that of your poor tortured pathetic brother. When it comes to what he chooses to do with me, or any of his minions. You will find your time with us more pleasant if you remember this.”

Lord Salkeen moved towards his command throne now that Jericha had been able to rise… Jericha was quite right, the demon lord didn’t need opinions he was the commander he made the demands! Salkeen didn’t even know where that mangled version of her brother even was… Nor at the moment did he particularly care…

“would you please remove the trash.” As she speaks she kicks Lhashira, they move forward and grab hold of her, looking to Lord Salkeen for conformation. “Should we toss it into the incinerator, or one of the Soul furnaces My Lord?”

Salkeen gave a dark cruel laugh, “Throw her into the feeding pits, if she manages to claw her way out…” Salkeen paused looking at Jericha as she wrapped her arms around him. “She will be ready for more of your fun games my dear…” Salkeen hissed as he watched the lower demons drag Lhashira away and out of the command center… Salkeen wondered which demoness would escape first…

She takes control of one of the holographic engines and creates an image of herself, one that she can speak through using this technology. The image shimmers and appears on the holopad, It kneels respectfully to Lord Salkeen. ”Lord Salkeen, Your minion wishes to ask something of you.”

Now this was a new trick, Salkeen thought he sensed Ahcirej nearby, the felhunter had informed him it smelled something… “Speak, what is it you ask of me?” Salkeen growled, it was about time Ahcirej came back to them…

It wasn’t a second after Salkeen demanded that Ahcirej speak that they had reached their destination! If they had been on a planet the atmospheric boom would sound off they arrived, but in the depths of space the ship’s arrival made no such noise… Azeroth hung in the sky as well as her moons far from reach, one would never get to the planet without such a vessel they rode right now… The Ignis’Avim, appeared next to a large fel metal fortress, a wondrous sight to behold. The massive structure appeared to be constructed from several legion ships and stood in space like a great shard of fel steel… “Welcome to our home on Azeroth…” Salkeen hissed as the Ignis’Avim approached the great structure slowly before coming in slowly and docking next to the structure…

[Rickthenoble-ravenholdt]

Sir Righteous Rick, waits for the wretched dog of the horde to attack. He would show his brother n law that he Sir Righteous Rick deserved to be noticed and given the rank he so Righteously deserved. He Sir Righteous Rick would quell this foolishness of an rebellion, and be considered a hero. Sir Righteous Rick the grand champion, savior of Stormwind. “cometh anon did retch blinking idiot, doest the m’re presence of mine own magnificence has’t thee unable to lift thy weapon.” Sir Righteous Rick asks of the foul Death Knight waiting for the wretched thing to make its move. “feareth not then f’r i sir righteous rick, shall maketh c’rtain to endeth thy disgusting life p’rmanently this timeth.” Sir Righteous Rick continues taunting the foul thing into attacking his most wondrous person. Still he Sir Righteous Rick finds himself unsurprised that even the foul undead are overcome with awe at his mere presence. It was both a blessing and a curse to be this magnificent.

Looking down the hall he sees the battle taking place not far from him, casting repentance on the retched Death Knight, he turns and rushes down the hall. Casting consecrated hammer he strikes the undead beast who is ravenously eating away at a dead female guard. His head explodes like an overripe melon sending rotting maggot infested brains flying everywhere. The loathsome creature responsible for the guards deaths suddenly drops to her knees. He Sir Righteous Rick, takes advantage and catches the rabid dog beneath the chin. As she hits the floor, he strikes her with a blade of Justice pinning her two the ground. Now he Sir Righteous Rick, didn’t really believe in harming women, however this thing was a diseased animal, one that needed put down. “Feareth not did retch wench, f’r i righteous rick, shall putteth thee backeth in thy cage, wh’re disgusting dogs liketh yourself belongeth.” Sir Righteous Rick states knowing that his brother-n-law would want the pleasure of dealing with this wretches cur. He Sir Righteous Rick shatters her wrist and casts consecrated ground to prevent her from fleeing. The way she screamed was like music to his ears, he’s about to silence her when the guards near him explode, the exposed flesh on his face and arms, are shredded by slivers of bone, as the corruption spreads to him.

[Faendrel-draka]

Faendrel curses as she watches the wretched captain hack away at her voidwalker like a man possessed. Hissing she drains the life of the guard closest to her, funneling the health into her demon. Even then she could see that it was loosing the battle, she was weakened do to that disgusting Mage. She ducks down, bringing her staff up to shield just as another of the guards rushes her. His shield strikes with enough force to snap her arm like old dry wood. The jagged ends of the bones rip through muscle and flesh, jutting out through her skin. The blood that flows from the wound smell extremely foul, it’s loaded with little maggots, and emits a putrid gas. The guard starts choking on the fumes, grabbing at his throat, as bloody foam pours from his mouth. Faendrel grabs a hand full of her tainted blood and throws it at the guard, striking his face and the backers of his hands. The tiny worms start to burrow into his flesh, the guard screams clawing at his face ripping away chunks of rotting meat. He falls to the floor, body twitching madly before becoming still.

He pushes himself back to his feet, when he lifts his head, most of the flesh and muscles, on both his face and hands, are rotted away, there’s no comprehension in his eyes just madness. The young female guard near him screams in rage, and loss, as she tries cast cure disease on the man beside her. She watches in horror as the spell does nothing, and punches her staff out catching the disease ridden witch in the face. Smiling at the sound of the satisfying crunch that her nose makes as it is pushed into her face. She pulls back screaming and goes to strike. “That was my husband you foul evil loathsome little witch.” She slams the staff home a second time caving Faendrel face in a little more. She goes to swing a third time when she is struck in the back by a shield slamming into it hard enough to snap her spine. She drops to the ground as the bone shatters, her staff clattering across the floor. The cursed guard kicks her onto her back, and lifts his sword. “Please, please it’s me, don’t you know who I am please remem…” her words become a howl of agony as the twisted undead, sweeps his blade down, slicing her open from her belly to her ribs, bloods sprays from the wound splattering across Faendrel, just as the cursed dead, drops and starts pulling the insides out of the shrieking female. After what seems like a life time of agony her eyes glaze over in death, the sound of a pig scarfing down its meal can be heard coming from the guard.

When the blood splatters over her Faendrel feels a small amount of power coming back to her. She turns her attention swiftly to the monk who had joined the fight minutes earlier. He was covered in the blood and guts of the wretched alliance fools, unhindered by the dampening spell. That’s when it clicks, if drenched in the blood and guts of the alliance, the dampening spell wouldn’t work. Reaching over she grabs a hand full of bloodied half eaten intestines and rubs them on her face, neck and chest. When she casts her next drain life it is closer to it full power, her face and arm, make crunching sounds as the pop back into place. She sew seeds of corruption into two nearby guards, and sends her undead pet after another. She casts phantom singularity above one of the guards in the center of a small group. Followed by corruption, and agony, she is about to cast unstable affliction, when her void walker is sent back into the nether. The physical and psychological pain of the bond being ripped away drops her to her knees. Pushing herself up a plate Incase boot catches her beneath the chin sending her onto her back. A light blessed blade drives down through her shoulder pinning her like a bug to the ground. Her plagues Blood sizzles as the lights blessing cures it. Faendrel shrieks her body twisting about madly. The man brings his foot down shattering her wrist, causing Faendrel’s screams to become even louder. She looks up at the one foolish enough to assault her and is blinded by the golden light coming off of his armor. “Feareth not did retch wench, f’r i righteous rick, shall putteth thee backeth in thy cage, wh’re disgusting dogs liketh yourself belongeth.” He says as he casts consecrated ground on the floor she is pinned too, the smell of burning flesh fills the room, with its stench, as Faendrel’s screams rise in crescendo. The phantom singularity funnels much needed life into her, just as the two guards afflicted with her corrupted seeds explode showering her and the Paladin with blood and guts. She only needs a few more seconds.

[Izzabelle-draka (Izzabelle)]

Skalaz turned to the two spiderlings before speaking, “This isn’t a peaceful or safe process, the spiderlings will not survive, but with luck we only need to sacrifice these two…” Skalaz said,

It suddenly occurred to Izzabelle, that the Artificer had no idea how they symbiotic relationship with her spiders actually worked. “I don’t believe that I was clear on the symbiont relationship between the arachnids and myself. First once dead there will be no ingredients in which to work with, every particle of their existence is destroyed, shortly after death.” Izzabelle states as she turns to look over atvSericon and the two fel, plague spiders resting on the palm of his hand. “Second the symbiotic connection is only there while they live. So unless you can somehow find a way to bind the spiders living and whole to Sericon. Then I’m afraid that a stronger symbiotic connection using them might be impossible.” Izzabelle finishes as she heads towards the center alchemic circle.

She cannot see what is in the other two cages, but knows that a firelands scorpion resides in one of the three cages. She wonders how this will effect her, the injections given to her by the Gnome had a much more subtle effect. Izzabelle was a little uncertain as to how the Goblin Skalaz planned on enhancing her, but was more than willing to let him try. She stood their waiting unknowing of what she truly was, and the dreadful curse that had laid claim to every aspect of her existence. As she waits the occupants of the other two cages are revealed. One a Nerubian that seams beyond furious, the other a silithid. Izzabelle wonders if her spiderlings will be able to take on these forms once they become a part of her. She does not realize that they already are a part of her, along with thousands of others.

The spell circle groaned to life, sparks of arcane energy whirled out as the circle reacted to the ingredients with its rings and the destination point in the center. With a flash of purple light the screeching creatures were dematerailized into base components before being inturn infused into Izzabelle…

At first Izzabelle felt nothing, then she screamed, it felt like she was being torn apart, like the flesh was being shorn from her muscles, the muscles ripped from her bones. The marrow within the bones set on fire, the agonizing pressure causing them to explode. Her blood felt like it was boiling, her circulatory system burning and melting away. Her nervous system send jolts of unending agony throughout her intire body. Without warning the large gaps in her memory suddenly become larger as more memories start to vanish. Parts of her body start to crumble out of existence as the spell work on her overcompensate trying to adjust to what is being added. As it tries to coalesce both the recently added ingredients and Izzabelle herself are being destroyed by the wretched curse. Her body is rapidly changing forms as the curse of oblivion tries to claim her. She takes on thousands of forms so quickly that she seems nothing but a blur. Izzabelle can feel everything coming to a devastating crescendo when suddenly she feels a soothing presence in her mind then nothing.

Skalaz waited for the smoke to clear to behold Izzabelle, he would need to see if adjustments had to be made.

The first thing Skalaz will notice would be, Izzabelle is no longer within the circle of alchemy. The second would be the man surrounded in hourglasses, clocks and other devices stands off to the side holding the unconscious wreck of the girl in his arms. Skalaz can see that’s she and the alchemic changes to her body have been frozen in time. The man seems beyond furious, at himself as well as both the Goblin and Sericon. Orion wants to lash out at them, but knows that neither could have foreseen this. Still one should get to know their subjects better before just doing as they pleased. He looks at the Goblin as he walks towards the door of his lab, Izzabelle still in his arms. “I have no desire to remain here while I attempt to fix this grievous error.” He says, tempted to remove Izzabelle from the vessel entirely, he would have more power to work on her in his own realm. Still the Artificer and Izzabelle’s bonded would need some form of explanation before he left with her.

He shifts her in his arms so her head is resting on his shoulder. “There’s more to Izzabelle than one can see when they look upon her. However at this point none of that matters, what matters is that she was nearly destroyed moments ago.” Orion explains as he stops and turns towards them. “Izzabelle is cursed, by the most dreadful of Magic’s ever created. It effects every aspect of her existence, her physical, spiritual, intellectual, magical, etc… there’s not a part of her that isn’t effected by this dreadful curse of complete oblivion.” Orion continues to say walking towards Sericon, sensing that Izzabelle seemed to be a bit stronger when closer to him. “This curse will remain a part of her until it completes its job. To prevent that I keep her body and soul, locked in time, as well as her mind for the most part. Although the mind is a bit more tricky. As old memories must continuously be sacrificed to make way for newer ones.” Orion states stopping before Izzabelle’s chosen, before turning to the Artificer. “For the alchemic enhancement to work on Izzabelle I must first allow time to start working on her body, while it becomes a part of her. Once it becomes a part of her, I must use my time magic to freeze the curse that will seek to obliterate it from existence. Without my time time magic freezing the curse those that were killed in your attempt to enhance her, would be wasted. As of now Izzabelle is completely frozen in time. It will take some time to fix everything without destroying to much of her in the process.” Orion states before turning his timeless gaze onto Sericon. “This champion of Izzabelle is where you can help. It would seem Izzabelle draws strength from the bond between the two of you.”

[Sericon-emerald-dream]

“I have no doubt that the one we are being trained to fight will most likely be a fight to the death. I also know that as I am now, I would lose, before the battle even begun.” Izzabelle says stepping a little closer to Sericon.

Sericon put his hands on the hilts of his swords before nodding, “No doubt, trained to fight even beyond death. But I would hardly let you lose.” Sericon stated, he stepped closer to Izzabelle as well.

“I don’t think you will grow any horrid side effects, and if you did, they cannot be any worse than the ones I have.”

Sericon glanced Izzabelle up and down before responding. “Those don’t seem too bad.” The void elf remarked, to him Izzabelle was still beautiful.

Snatching Sericons hand, she pulls him down into a quick kiss. Releasing him she turns and walks into the center circle. She nods at the Artificer, she was ready to begin when he was, she braces herself for the pain that she knows is coming.

Sericon watched as Izzabelle went to be changed, enhanced… A few words did stick out to the void elf… Izzabelle was somehow the masters creation, did the master know? If it was so complex of a creature to examine for Skalaz why would he work on Izzabelle, and most importantly would the enhancing even work on her??

In the palm of Sericans hand sits two of her fel, Plague, spiders. Both at the moment smaller than a dime. They stare at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to make the next move.

Sericon held the spiders close and safely, he wasn’t sure what was about to happen…

“No reason to tell the juggernaut, he is already working to make a bigger reaver…”

Sericon stopped and thought hard, he heard of the terrible and powerful abilities of the last great reaver. If a bigger one was being constructed, just how powerful would they make it? Would this new reaver be the equivalent of a legion Capital ship patrolling a area? How were they even going to transport such a thing?!

“More than death, Obliteration, Raveintis no doubt has a soul stone or two stashed somewhere. You are being trained to completely eliminate the target.”

“Does this mean we will likely have to kill the warlock multiple times or find any hidden soul stones first?” Sericon asked with purpose, if they were gonna handle the job they were gonna do it right! The sooner they completed their task the better, then the dark master would succeed and things would be better. Sericon was eager to get stronger, strong enough to fight a being that caused the master to feel fear… Sericon did start to wonder why the master hadn’t just trained Lord Salkeen in this way, surely he could? Why was it specifically him and Izzabelle again?

“If done by a amateur, the chances of horrid side effects are outrageous, you might turn to look something like the Fal’dorei.” Skalaz said creating a arcane hologram image of a horrid spider elf, a fal’dorei. “With my expertise however I should be able to strip down the ingredients desired to enhance you without altering your physical appearance to much.”

Sericon nodded taking in the information, “If it can alter appearances, I do need a new hair cut…” The elf muttered, his mind grasping back at other things to distract himself from the task ahead…

“We are taking base organs and dna, how they are effected before shouldn’t matter too much… However I might recommend that if your connection ever feels weak to be in another’s presence for the same 24 hour period the spiders would need.”

Sericon tilted his head, perhaps Skalaz was mistaken or didn’t hear them, the elf was pretty sure that Izzabelle said the spiders would cease to exist if they died… That might have meant the spiders were a form of magic? Sericon shrugged as long as they were part of Izzabelle’s he would care for them.

“This isn’t a peaceful or safe process, the spiderlings will not survive, but with luck we only need to sacrifice these two…”

Sericon understood what he had to do! Right when the Artificer turned his attention back to the alchemic circle, Sericon stashed the spiders in his armor. Sericon then merely had to pretend that he had misplaced them! Such small spiders were likely to get lost anyway!

In the first was obvious, the fire scorpion, it hissed in anger before letting out a small blast of fire. The next cage illuminated to show a rather large nerubian, the insect like creature screeched before raking the metal bars that contained it…”release me surface dwellers!” Lastly the third cage illuminated to reveal a silithud reaver, that hissed before slamming against the cage.

What a mix of creatures, how would they mix into Izzabelle exactly how would they effect her? Sericon didn’t seem to sure, however he wasn’t one to doubt the skill and experience of the Artificer…

It wasn’t long before the circle groaned to life Skalaz now ready to go forward with his enhancements!!

At first Izzabelle felt nothing, then she screamed, it felt like she was being torn apart, like the flesh was being shorn from her muscles, the muscles ripped from her bones. The marrow within the bones set on fire, the agonizing pressure causing them to explode. Her blood felt like it was boiling, her circulatory system burning and melting away. Her nervous system send jolts of unending agony throughout her intire body.

Sericon dropped slightly he felt Izzabelle’s pain as real as she did, the elf was not looking forward to dealing with the enhancing himself… But something didn’t seem right, the spell looked like it was doing as intended, but Izzabelle’s body was responding differently!

Sericon then felt something else a emptiness trying to expand and Izzabelle subconsciously fighting it. Sericon dropped more as he still felt Izzabelle’s pain before it stopped, Sericon glanced up to see Orion holding onto Izzabelle…

“I have no desire to remain here while I attempt to fix this grievous error.”

Sericon pushed himself up, if Izzabelle was leaving so would he, Sericon had no desire to be away from the women who was so fragile still.

“There’s more to Izzabelle than one can see when they look upon her. However at this point none of that matters, what matters is that she was nearly destroyed moments ago.”

Sericon knew he felt something wrong, just as Sericon had seem Izzabelle did her body of toxins or reverse damage, her very body saw the alchemic enhancements as attacks and fought to stop it. The warrior moved over towards Orion and more importantly Izzabelle.

“Izzabelle is cursed, by the most dreadful of Magic’s ever created. It effects every aspect of her existence, her physical, spiritual, intellectual, magical, etc… there’s not a part of her that isn’t effected by this dreadful curse of complete oblivion.”

Sericon didn’t know what to say, the realization that he might one day never see Izzabelle again, it was enough despair that most men might just give in… Sericon was not like most men, Sericon was a fighter… Sericon looked up straight at Orion, a defiant look on his face, “I will not let some curse win… Everything can be beaten…” Sericon growled, “That is the legion’s way, we have beaten untold planets, and we have even found a way to beat the void lords themselves! Sargeras may be gone but has the legion given in? Never!” Sericon said his words his bond, he would never let a curse take Izzabelle from him.

“This champion of Izzabelle is where you can help. It would seem Izzabelle draws strength from the bond between the two of you.”

Sericon stood next to Orion, he nearly took her from the timeless being himself but managed to restrain himself… “Where ever she goes I’ll be going…”

[Suzuna-dalaran]

Suzuna is in the midst of doing the last of the healing on Jericha’s mind, when the Void Witch vanishes from her mindscape, leaving Suzuna to finish up the healing on her own. She sighs, as she closes up the last of the large wounds caused by the void devastation that tore through Jericha earlier. Why did I stay by her side, why do I choose to help her, after everything that she has done to me.? Suzuna asks herself as she watches the tear, stitch itself back together. Her loyalty had earned her nothing but pain and suffering. What was the sense in being loyal, if it only meant that you would be forced to suffer under those that controlled you. Still she wanted to believe that Jericha wasn’t some heartless witch, that Lord Salkeen didn’t just torture loyal minions for the joy of watching them suffer. She was about to discover that she was gravely mistaken.

She is watching the last of the void corruption ebb away, when she feels a tugging sensation at her center. She pauses in her work reaching down she places her hand on her abdomen. She feels it a second time, stronger than the first, it isn’t a pain, just an uncomfortable pressure. Then she feels like she has been turned inside our and ripped through a hole the size of the gold coin. When she opens her eyes all she feels is pain, horrendous, horrific, body spasming agony. She looks around she is in a pit surrounded by felbeasts, felstalkers, and some felhounds, and she is being devoured by them. She screams and kicks away a felbeast that is chewing at the bloody stump of one of her legs. Her cloven hoof strikes it hard in the head, caving in one side of it. It is sent flying backward into a pack of three approaching felstalkers. It’s lifeless body strikes them knocking them back a little, before the three rip into it. Sharp fangs tear away strips of flesh and muscle. The sickening crunch of bones being crushed, and ground between powerful jaws fills Suzuna’s ears. She looks down and pukes up anything left in her stomach. Her abdomen or what was once her abdomen is ripped wide open her guts are spilled out across the floor. Two felbeasts look up at her and snarl, their faces covered in her blood, and gory bits of her digestive system. The two beasts snap at one another as they grab at the same long mangled piece of intestine. She screams magnifying all the horror she is feeling as she does so. The beasts around her scatter in all directions running as though death was right behind them.

Erecting a barrier around herself, Suzuna sobs as she gather what is left of her digestive organs and painfully pushes them back into the ruins of her belly. She then casts shadowmend, sighing in relief as the massive would begins to close. She looks around her at the felstalkers, and beasts, that prowl just outside of her shield waiting to strike, the moment it fails. She looks around she is in a large pit, filled with felbeasts and the bodies of hundreds of dead creatures. Most of them more than partially eaten. The walls of the pit are at least twentyfive feet high, looking up she sees a few gan’arg looking over the edge down into the pit at her. One of them lets out a obnoxious laugh. “Hey boss it looks like we got ourselves a live one down there.” It shouts through it insidious laughter. The room shakes slightly as the boss a large Mo’arg lumbers towards the pits edge and looks down into it. It’s horrific deep laughter joins the gan’args as the watch the demoness in the feeding pit below. Soon more demons can be seen gathering near the edge. Gan’arg, Wyrmtongue, imps some Felguards, etc. Suzuna can her their awful laughter, but cannot make out what they are saying. She looks around the walls about 12 feet above her are covered in vines, if she could reach them she could pull herself up out.

She looks down at the bloodied stump where her right leg once was, and weeps. She pulls her one good leg beneath her, the split second her shield drops she kicks off the floor. A felstalker leaps at her its sharp fangs sinking into the flesh on the back of her thigh, tearing off a rather large chunk of demonic hide and muscle. As it land on the ground with its prize, a pair of felbeasts rips pieces of it from the felstalkers mouth. Suzuna’s left hand closes over one of the low dangling vines and she starts to pull herself up. Reaching with her right she grabs another vine. Felbeasts jump up snapping at her feet and legs. She had managed to pull herself up about Four feet when she feels a chill fill her body followed by a feeling of pain and weakness. The twists one of her hands up in the vines and looks down. There wrapping around her waist, and one of her legs is the long tentacles of a felhound. The large leaf like appendages at the ends are stuck to her flesh. The tiny barbs sunk in sucking away at her magic. Soon the win hits and she is howling in agony, she reaches for her dagger and starts hacking away wildly at the foul magic eating beasts tentacles. She screams out in complete rage her mind nearly broken, moments later the draining stops, looking down she sees the fel hound screeching the ruins of its vine like appendages flopping about uselessly.

Suzuna untangle her hand and starts pulling herself back up little by little. Stopping to catch her breath she looks up the ledge s only about four feet above her. She can taste freedom from that horrific hell beneath her. She hears the sound of approaching footsteps and that of a body being dragged closer. “Another for the beast pits.” She hears just as a body is tossed over the side. Suzuna looks up just in time for the body to strike her, knocking her from the wall. The two fall the twenty feet back into the feeding pit. She strikes the fel steel floor hard, shattering her left shoulder, broken shards of bones, pierce her body in dozens of places. The wretched looking thing beside her whole right arm has been crushed beneath her. One side of her nightmarish face now looks like a pincushion, bone splinters sticking out everywhere. The felbeasts swarm them like ants, Suzuna swiftly brings up a barrier around herself and watches as the other demoness vanishes beneath them.

[Skalaz-emerald-dream]

“Does this mean we will likely have to kill the warlock multiple times or find any hidden soul stones first?”

Skalaz pondered for a good moment, he had been filled in with the details of the elves going out to face Raveintis but the how had not been included. It seemed that either the Master himself would inform them or perhaps it was they who got to decide what to pursue first… “Unfortunately I do not have a answer for you pal… I was not informed.” Skalaz stated, he didn’t want to give them a command one way or the other only to contradict the master.

“I don’t believe that I was clear on the symbiont relationship between the arachnids and myself. First once dead there will be no ingredients in which to work with, every particle of their existence is destroyed, shortly after death.”

Contrary to what everyone thought the Artificer was listening. Skalaz considered his options, a symbiotic bond using spawn of one of the elves would have been easier, but he guessed he could figure a different way around it… It was exactly the reason Skalaz had made sure to input silithid, the hive minded insect had a natural none magical form of communication, it would be much more difficult to disrupt that style of mental link.

At first Izzabelle felt nothing, then she screamed, it felt like she was being torn apart, like the flesh was being shorn from her muscles, the muscles ripped from her bones. The marrow within the bones set on fire, the agonizing pressure causing them to explode. Her blood felt like it was boiling, her circulatory system burning and melting away. Her nervous system send jolts of unending agony throughout her intire body.

Skalaz could feel every bit of his magic at work, Izzabelle screaming in the distance only meant it was doing its job. Recreating a body and enhancing it to be overall stronger meant the older one had to be stripped apart layer by layer as the materials and magic used to enhance the body were implanted. It was a pain process, but the benefits far outweighed the temporary agony, even if it was usually considered the most painful experience for someone in their lives… At first everything seemed to be going fine until… Izzabelle’s body started reacting… wrong…

Without warning the large gaps in her memory suddenly become larger as more memories start to vanish. Parts of her body start to crumble out of existence as the spell work on her overcompensate trying to adjust to what is being added.

Rapid dematerialization of the body? Skalaz could feel aspects of his subjects body fall apart, normally such a thing only occurred from arrogant and stupid alchemists who demanded a high reward for minimal exchange… The goblin wolves his other hand in the air trying to see if he couldn’t stabilize whatever the effect was with his arcane magic…

She takes on thousands of forms so quickly that she seems nothing but a blur.

Now this was the interesting part, Skalaz could feel the change and components of each individual form, they lasted milliseconds but the goblin could still tell, this Izzabelle was even more complex then originally thought. At first she seemed like a created human, a highly advanced homunculi with the magic ability to change some forms… This was different, she was much more like Skalaz’s most recent creation, a chimera homunculi hybrid… At the last second of his examinations and Skalaz himself taking the spell to a roaring halt he felt Izzabelle leave the circle.

The second would be the man surrounded in hourglasses, clocks and other devices stands off to the side holding the unconscious wreck of the girl in his arms. Skalaz can see that’s she and the alchemic changes to her body have been frozen in time. The man seems beyond furious, at himself as well as both the Goblin and Sericon.

Holding his patient on the side of the circle was a very furious looking time elf. Skalaz immediately dropped into a combat pose, before putting a single finger up as he summoned a stack of papers made from arcane… Studying them for a the goblin relaxed… “Orion is it?” Skalaz chirped.

“I have no desire to remain here while I attempt to fix this grievous error.”

Skalaz heard the man out but decided he wasn’t entirely happy with the answer. “I might suggest you stay here, as it was my work that resulted in this, it might be necessary that I remain to help my patient.” Skalaz implored, he snapped his fingers causing one of the nearby walls to push back and expand into a fully new space for which Orion could work.

“There’s more to Izzabelle than one can see when they look upon her. However at this point none of that matters, what matters is that she was nearly destroyed moments ago.”

Skalaz totally understood this now in every way, he had seen Izzabelle do countless things in her few tortured seconds in the circle. But like a good mystery, Izzabelle was not one to easily figure out, Skalaz had a hunch even Orion didn’t know her whole potential…

Izzabelle is cursed, by the most dreadful of Magic’s ever created. It effects every aspect of her existence, her physical, spiritual, intellectual, magical, etc… there’s not a part of her that isn’t effected by this dreadful curse of complete oblivion.” Orion continues to say walking towards Sericon, sensing that Izzabelle seemed to be a bit stronger when closer to him. “This curse will remain a part of her until it completes its job. To prevent that I keep her body and soul, locked in time, as well as her mind for the most part. Although the mind is a bit more tricky. As old memories must continuously be sacrificed to make way for newer ones.”

Skalaz considered the options, he had very little information on the oblivion curse, something he learned from the master… However the master for whatever reason shared very little with him on the subject… If Izzabelle has such a thing it complicated everything severely…

“For the alchemic enhancement to work on Izzabelle I must first allow time to start working on her body, while it becomes a part of her. Once it becomes a part of her, I must use my time magic to freeze the curse that will seek to obliterate it from existence. Without my time time magic freezing the curse those that were killed in your attempt to enhance her, would be wasted. As of now Izzabelle is completely frozen in time. It will take some time to fix everything without destroying to much of her in the process.”

“Now hold up! That might not be necessary, while going through this process one sees many things, she is the most advanced creation I’ve seen in a long time. Her enhancements may not be required, we merely just need to help her tune into the pieces of the correct forms she already has.” Skalaz informed, “It isn’t necessary to implant more species and materials into a individual who already has them.” The goblin continued…

“This champion of Izzabelle is where you can help. It would seem Izzabelle draws strength from the bond between the two of you.”

“Again I implore you work here, we got any materials you need, even some time stuff. Those runes on the walls can be affixed to any place you need them to be for any purpose.” Skalaz said, “The only thing I don’t like is wasting time, Sericon is next, his own enhancements only to serve to further the bond between the two.” Skalaz pointed out, finally the Artificer knew that the last individual was heading towards them, the Nameless One.

[Lhashira-ravenholdt]

Lhashira long broken garbled moan as she is leapt upon by dozens of felbeasts and stalkers. Her crumpled up arm is pinned uselessly beneath her, like a twisted branch of a disease ridden tree. She summon her glaives into her hand and swings at a group that is shredding hide and muscle in strips from her back, side and shoulder. Bringing the blade n a upward strike, she removes the head of one of the beasts, and slices deep into two of the others. The two felstalkers howl in pain and leap back, just as felfire bursts forth from Lhashira’s eyes. The creatures writhe about in agony, as they are burnt from existence. The acrid smell of torched demonic flesh adds a disgusting stench to the already putrid odor of decaying flesh, and feces. Lhashira jumps to her feet, taking notice of the demoness fighting beside her, as she smites one of the felbeasts the center of the creatures body becomes a large smoking hole. Two more leap at the Eredar as they do Lhashira fel rushes them slamming into them she sends them fly back, before blurring into a blade dance. Her demonic healing rapidly repairing her arm as she claims the lives of the ravenous felbeasts closest to her. She tries to communicate with the Eredar female, but unintelligible garbling is all that comes out, as her tongue flops about her ruined face.

Three beasts leap onto her, ripping her crushed wings from her back. The tentacles from a felhound lash around her pinning one of her arms to her side before pulling her from her feet. Her face strikes the fel steel floor and her jaw shatters, seconds before it is torn from her hideously deformed face. Silence follows as demonic blood pours down over her chest. She goes into and starts hacking away at everything around her. Mindlessly tearing into everything, blood, flesh, muscles, organs, splatter everywhere. The beasts start backing away snapping at each other and her as they do so. Suzuna brings up a barrier around both herself and the mad demon hunter. She casts a series of shadow mends on the raging half demon, healing her face and body as well as she can, considering the damage wrought to it even before being tossed into this hellish pit. The Demon hunter calm a little and looks over at Suzuna, “if I could… I would kill… Lord Salkeen’s retched little Witch.” She spits out, her voice still breaking up and a bit garbled, but at least she could speak. At this time Suzuna can only nod in agreement, she had helped her heal and this was how she was rewarded. Jericha was sick, her tortured body and mind perhaps were to far gone to be saved. Suzuna herself was left questioning why she cared so much for her.

The two of them stand back to back, dozens of beasts circling them. Every now and then one will become brave and rush in, to be either cut down by a spell, or Lhashira’s weapons. The two work in tandem protecting the other against the attacks they were weaker against. They can hear the demonic spectators above them, grumbling and complaining about the lack of entertainment. The listen to the sound of something heavy being drug across the floor. The Mo’arg from earlier appears at the edge. “Don’t worry boys I got the entertainment factor covered.” With that he hefts a huge bucket from the ground, blood sloshes up over the side. The he empties it down onto the two women in the pit. Fresh blood still warm from the kill, along with raw meaty chunks of muscles, organs, and strips of flesh cover the two of them. The smell sends the beasts into a feeding frenzy, they rush the women who cut down dozens before they are over taken. The Priestess shrieks as her right arm is taken off just below the elbow in one bite, blood spraying everywhere. Another catches rips int her face tearing off an ear, her long tentacles on that side and most of her cheek. Thin bloody strips of flesh clings to muscle dangle from her ruined face. The magic devouring appendages of the felhounds wrap around her, and begin eating away at her magic. The half demoness has her legs taken out from beneath her, as she knocked to the ground. They tear into her meaty thighs, and stomach, scarfing down her insides as they rip them from within her. The two women shrieks are drowned out by the disturbing sounds of bones crunching, flesh, muscles and organs, being ripped apart. The snarling and gulping as the fel monsters scarf down their meals.

Suddenly a massive circular blade rips into the frenzied beasts killing nearly a dozen of them. It’s followed by the screams of about a half dozen Wyrmtongue, and Gan’arg as they find themselves struck by the Mo’arg and tossed into the pits. The imps laugh insidiously, flipping and dancing about as they watch them fall. They strike the bloody bone covered floor, in heaps. The lucky ones die on impact, their necks snapping like twigs. The less lucky ones are quickly torn apart by the hungry crazed beasts, the unlucky ones are being gnawed on as they scream, and shriek. A few brave Gan’arg pull bombs from their belts blowing up both themselves and the frenzied felbeasts.

Meanwhile Lhashira unleashes her fel wind blades throughout the room. Shedding both frenzied fel feeders and demons alike, as she moves closer to the Eredar female who’s eyes glow with the signs of mind control. Lhashira realizes that the female is controlling the mind of the Mo’arg brute. So she will do her part in protecting them both while she works her magic. A moment later a barrier shimmers into life around them once more. This allows for Lhashira to concentrate on regrowing her wings. She keeps an eye on the chaos around her, as more lesser demons are thrown down into to pit. Two Felguards rush the Mo’arg, cleaving one of its arms of with their heavy fel infused blades. The thing roars as it teeters on the edge of the pit. Lhashira sends one of her glaives whipping up at it. It lets out a surprised shout as the tendons behind its knees are severed. It snatches one of The Felguards as it falls backwards into the pit. Just then Suzuna’s barrier drops and Lhashira grabs her, and double jumps. They both land a little from the edge of the pit near the second Felguard. They are Blood covered wrecks, limbs missing, organs spilling from holes ripped into their bodies.

They turn to the sounds of blood curdling screams of pain. Their not far from them are a few of the demons that had come with Nedde when she had attacked. The one screaming out n agonizing pain was being slowly lowered into a vat hooked the another machine. The whirring of the machine and the sound of bone, meat and flesh being pulverized accompany the screams of pain and terror. Bloodied chunks of meat come out a large tube on the other side pouring into a familiar looking bucket. From smaller tubes blood pours into the bucket as well. Soon the screams coming from the demon stop as her head vanishes into the vat. Another demon is hooked up to the rigging and the process starts again. The Felguard looks down at the demoness and demon hunter on the ground. “Get them on the belt, best to make certain they are dead this time around.” He orders as he walks away.

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

“Speak, what is it you ask of me?” Salkeen growled, it was about time Ahcirej came back to them…

The holographic image of Ahcirej turns towards Lord Salkeen as he commands her to speak. Even in this form she shudders a little in awe and fear, as the overwhelming power he commands washes over her. She may not be bound to him anymore, but he didn’t need bonds, contracts, etc to control her. She felt completely owned by him even without such material things. Ahcirej’s projection slowly rises to its feet, but its head remains bowed in subservience to her Lord. “It has come to my attention that I will never be able to return to who, or what I was. The one who could of returned me to you as a living being that could once more be bound to you, is no more.” The hologram speaks its voice void of any emotion. “I truly wished to be bound to you once more, as her death prevents that, I came to discover something while on Centralis not so long ago.” As her image continues to speak, she takes control of some of the lesser computers. Her Image appears across a half dozen screens, before a few of the smaller cannons pivot on their axis as their firing sequence engages. A split second later everything returns to normal, as the demonic engineers scramble to regain control of the few systems that Ahcirej had infiltrated. “I cannot be bound to any body formed of organic matter. When taking on such a form, the body rots, crumbling to nothing in mere hours.” She says her voice a low hiss as anger seeps into it. She hates that she will forever be alone, even her bat crap crazy other self has another.

It is a moment before she speaks again. “As I claimed I discovered something while on Centralis. While I cannot be bound to or work with organic matter, inorganic matter is something else entirely.” As she speaks a slight smile spreads across her face. “Lord Salkeen could you build me a body made of solely of inorganic materials. An advanced cybernetic machine, that can walk among mortals while containing the devastating power of the Legion.” As she speaks the eyes of the holographic image seem to light up. “A body made of the strongest of metals, yet soft enough to feel like flesh to those that touch it. Something that could withstand the very fires of hell that I will rain down upon your enemies Lord Salkeen. The ultimate humanoid like machine, build for obliterating all that stands before it, yet so simple that they will never see it coming. Can you create a body like this, and the computer like mainframe in which to control it.” She pause and looks up at Lord Salkeen. “While I cannot be bound to it, I can pilot it, my mind can become one with its computer system for as long as I desire.” As she finishes her image once more drops to its knees. Even if Lord Salkeen himself could create for her such a body, She was certain he knew of those that could.

[Salkeen-emerald-dream (Salkeen)]

The holographic image of Ahcirej turns towards Lord Salkeen as he commands her to speak. Even in this form she shudders a little in awe and fear, as the overwhelming power he commands washes over her. She may not be bound to him anymore, but he didn’t need bonds, contracts, etc to control her. She felt completely owned by him even without such material things. Ahcirej’s projection slowly rises to its feet, but its head remains bowed in subservience to her Lord.

Salkeen peered at his minion, her subservience and cowering still meant that even Salkeen still had a form of control and command, it was exactly the kind of thing he enjoyed loyalty in strong minions who prove again and again their devotion.

“It has come to my attention that I will never be able to return to who, or what I was. The one who could of returned me to you as a living being that could once more be bound to you, is no more.” The hologram speaks its voice void of any emotion. “I truly wished to be bound to you once more, as her death prevents that, I came to discover something while on Centralis not so long ago.” As her image continues to speak, she takes control of some of the lesser computers.

Salkeen crossed his arms watching as Ahcirej made her show and explained that with a loss of one ability she had gained another… Technological control by shunting the essence into the device, it was a impressive feat that Salkeen was already coming with plans to use it on…

“I cannot be bound to any body formed of organic matter. When taking on such a form, the body rots, crumbling to nothing in mere hours.” She says her voice a low hiss as anger seeps into it.

Salkeen nodded, he understood her words. a body of the flesh was not a thing she could possess ever again. Never again would she know intimacy of the body, to feel truly the warmth of another’s touch…

“Lord Salkeen could you build me a body made of solely of inorganic materials. An advanced cybernetic machine, that can walk among mortals while containing the devastating power of the Legion.” As she speaks the eyes of the holographic image seem to light up.

Salkeen turned his gaze outside his vessel, to the fortress that lay just outside, one could even see the cold depths of space from the cockpit of the Ignis’Avim… Yes… Salkeen could have Ahcirej back and with a powerful body… Salkeen himself unfortunately wasn’t a master at machines, he could pilot them, but building? He left that to the lower moarg drudges or for the powerful weapons the juggernaut himself… The creator of the reaver that terrorized Pandaria and that wretched group before it was destroyed, would create something smaller but just as dangerous…

“A body made of the strongest of metals, yet soft enough to feel like flesh to those that touch it. Something that could withstand the very fires of hell that I will rain down upon your enemies Lord Salkeen. The ultimate humanoid like machine, build for obliterating all that stands before it, yet so simple that they will never see it coming. Can you create a body like this, and the computer like mainframe in which to control it.”

Salkeen gave a sly grin, “From the strongest metal it would be built, but why create something that feels like flesh?” Salkeen flexed his own muscles and chest, “A carefully and purposefully crafted metal can be tougher than diamond but smooth as silk…” Salkeen taunted, he had no desire for the feeling of flesh, his own felt like chiseled marble. The demon lord glanced at Jericha, the feeling of flesh didn’t matter, it was the individual behind it…

“While I cannot be bound to it, I can pilot it, my mind can become one with its computer system for as long as I desire.” As she finishes her image once more drops to its knees. Even if Lord Salkeen himself couldn’t create for her such a body, She was certain he knew of those that could.

“You will be more…” Salkeen hissed, “I shall get you a body of your own, but at a price.” Salkeen stated, which price however he hadn’t decided. Salkeen thought about also making Ahcirej the intelligence in his vessel, she had already shown a ability to control it… The demon lord could have her reside within, when her body and more subtle approach was not needed…

Salkeen stopped he could very well sense the activities aboard his vessel, approaching one of the many terminals that the vile underlings used Salkeen glared at a gan’arg before activating what he desired…

The Felguard looks down at the demoness and demon hunter on the ground. “Get them on the belt, best to make certain they are dead this time around.” He orders as he walks away.

“That is quite enough.” The demon lord hissed his image appearing before the felguard. “They escaped the pit, destroying and preening the weak along their path, they have proven that they can live for now…” Salkeen commanded, the felguard immediately following his lord commands halted the belt, and gestures to the other demons to stop… “Their lord is merciful to the loyal and strong, take them to the healing chambers… Now!” The demon lord demanded, he knew Jericha might not particularly like the two he just saved, but they would serve him better alive and with luck Jericha could use them like a punching bag again.

Salkeen ended the communication, his minions knew better than to disobey a direct order from their lord. The demon lord turned back towards the impending fortress awaiting the return of its lord, Salkeen had a particular name for this structure… Some demon lords called their citadels, places of terror or the black citadel… Salkeen had chosen its name based on the what one of its prisoners had called it… It was The Kiln, a masterful fortress orbiting the far reaches of space from Azeroth created from hundreds of legion vessels… It was Salkeen’s personal staging point for Azeroth as well as one of his fleet construction and infernal crafting domains… Salkeen enjoyed being the demon lord that could claim a ownership of the space around the fated planet… Salkeen glared over a Moarg brute, “To me… Your lord has need of you…” The demon lord hissed, beckoning the lumbering demon over… The massive demon however had no idea what was about to happen, as Salkeen lunged forward like a predatory beast upon weaken prey! Even with the moarg’s massive size, the demon lord seized the brutes mechanical left arm before with a quick roar, jumping back while kicking the demon the demon lord severed the massive mechanical arm. Salkeen landed gracefully holding the massive mechanical arm, without ever breaking eye contact with the brute Salkeen tilted the severed mechanical limp dumping out gallons of demon blood that had been snakes through the device via tubes… The only life left on the limp has been pieces of flesh still clinging to the heavy bolts that once adhered the arm to the Moarg brute… The Moarg couldn’t help but rise in agony clutching its bleeding stump, exposed flesh, sinew and bones hung from the wound as the Moarg tried to stop the bleeding… Salkeen sneered, “Quit your whining!” The demon lord commanded his eyes burning brighter until roaring fire escaped his gaze and washed over the Moarg’s left side… Salkeen cauterized the demons wound, he didn’t want to kill it yet… “Now rise!” Salkeen commanded, “You shall follow us, with this…” Salkeen growled tossing the mechanical arm towards the brute, the brute still in agony knew better than refuse caught the mechanical arm in his right hand… He would follow his lord… “Ahcirej, You may use this beast of labor and his mechanical arm to follow us…” Salkeen growled, he thought to tell her the Ignis’Avim was connected to the Kiln’s systems but he was sure she already knew…

Salkeen then used his power to warp him, Jericha and the Moarg brute with his severed arm into The Kiln… If Ahcirej did choose not to enter the Moarg’s severed mechanical arm, she could move right into the Kiln’s mechanical systems. The first thing one might notice was the size! It was nearly the size of Auchindoun or Shattrath! A great ring of fel steel stood beneath them to their backs great walls of black and fel colored metal to keep the cold of space away… Before them in the center of the ring was a miniature fel Star, a great churning roaring green emerald fire fueled by dozens of soul forges located around the ring… Beneath them the great structure continued, great platforms reached out covered with demons in formation facing great arches ready to connect to any world for invasion… Along the walls of the great structure were other rings for the manufacturer of everything from weapons and fighters to infernals and ship pieces… Around the structure were hundreds of infernals still in a meteor like form ready to be deployed… But the most daunting part of The Kiln was the all oppressive heat, a roaring mixture of Ironforge forges and molten core lava mixed with the blistering fires of Argus, It only fed the feeling of desolation from the burning fel Star that consumed every drop of life and water nearby… The Kiln was truly like a horrific and hellish furnace… “We are going up…” Salkeen growled, before making his way upwards on a great spiraling stairway the lines the edge of The Kiln.

[Orioñ-suramar]

“Orion is it?” Skalaz chirped.

Orion doesn’t even turn to face the Goblin, he barely nods his head in answer to his question. Orion had more pressing matters to worry about, foremost being the creature he now held in his arms. He looks down at Izzabelle, sighing you really are nothing but trouble. he thinks as the time devices whirr, spin, tick, around him. He would have to leave with her soon, before more damage was done.

Skalaz heard the man out but decided he wasn’t entirely happy with the answer. “I might suggest you stay here, as it was my work that resulted in this, it might be necessary that I remain to help my patient.” Skalaz implored, he snapped his fingers causing one of the nearby walls to push back and expand into a fully new space for which Orion could work.

Orion could see that the Goblin wasn’t entirely pleased with his decision. Orion wasn’t all that pleased himself, Izzabelle could have been destroyed. Orion peers into the newly revealed room, then steps away from Skalaz “You have done plenty Artificer,Your help will not be required for what I have to do. Understand that I am at my strongest when in my own space. I need all the power at my disposal, and feel that I will be able to fix Izzabelle faster and more accurately in my own realm.” Orion states preparing to take both himself and Izzabelle to his space. While he held no animosity towards them, he still feels that this error can be fixed better in his own space. Yet before he can leave Orion feels a tugging as Izzabelle subconsciously seeks to be closer to her Bonded. The bond between the two was still fresh, and in the development process, to take her from Sericons presence could prove disastrous. Still Orion would need to bring her to his own space to work on her.

Sericon knew he felt something wrong, just as Sericon had seem Izzabelle did her body of toxins or reverse damage, her very body saw the alchemic enhancements as attacks and fought to stop it. The warrior moved over towards Orion and more importantly Izzabelle.

Orion stopped moving towards them as Sericon approaches them. It would seem it wasn’t just Izzabelle who needed to be in Sericon’s presence. Sericon also seemed to need to remain in her presence. This was good, Orion could feel a slight change in Izzabelle as her bonded got closer. Orion could almost sense what Sericon was thinking, it’s what almost everyone thought when this happened. Orion turn and looks at Sericon to explain why this had happened. “Izzabelle’s body did not attack the alchemic enhancements. The oblivion curse attacked them, her body tried to absorb the changes”. Orion explains, he figures it best that Sericon know more about Izzabelle. “For that to happen time started up on her again. When that happened the curse not only attacked the alchemic enhancements, but Izzabelle as well. Until she wakes up we will have no idea what was destroyed.” Orion states the anger coming off of him in waves. “With the way she is pulling to be near you, we can luckily say that at least your bond wasn’t claimed by the curse.”

Sericon looked up straight at Orion, a defiant look on his face, “I will not let some curse win… Everything can be beaten…” Sericon growled, “That is the legion’s way, we have beaten untold planets, and we have even found a way to beat the void lords themselves! Sargeras may be gone but has the legion given in? Never!” Sericon said his words his bond, he would never let a curse take Izzabelle from him.

Orion grins as he hears Sericon’s words, he had expected no less from Izzabelle’s bonded. “Then I will be expecting great things from you in the future, Bonded of Izzabelle.” Orion says whether or not Izzabelle could be saved, mattered very little if they lost her now. Orion turns away for a brief second, in that instant, for a One trillionth on a nano second, Sericon feels as though Orion isn’t telling him something.

“Again I implore you work here, we got any materials you need, even some time stuff. Those runes on the walls can be affixed to any place you need them to be for any purpose.” Skalaz said, “The only thing I don’t like is wasting time, Sericon is next, his own enhancements only to serve to further the bond between the two.” Skalaz pointed out,

As Orion’s attention is once more drawn to the Artificer, many of his time devices begin going haywire. He frowns down at the girl in his arms as he concentrates much of his power on her. “Contrary to what everyone seems to believe, the rest of us aren’t weak pathetic nobodies, compared to the power of the Dark Master and his minions. It’s not some childish time freezing spell that I have on Izzabelle. It is billions of spells all working in tandem. Like the Dark one sifting through possible futures, I must maintain every aspect of Izzabelle’s being. What will she lose, to gain this, what memories will vanish today, to make up for the new ones she is creating. For every little bit she gains she looses more.” Orion stops to catch his breath, inhaling deeply he calms down. “The best place for me to fix Izzabelle is my own space, when finished I will return her to you, and remain so that this doesn’t happen again.” Orion finishes as he once more turns back to Sericon.

Sericon stood next to Orion, he nearly took her from the timeless being himself but managed to restrain himself… “Where ever she goes I’ll be going…”

“I trust you not to lose her then.” Orion says passing Sericon his Bonded. Still he holds one of Izzabelle’s hands, physical contact with her needed to keep her curse at bay. “If you are ready we will be leaving now.” Orion explains as he prepares to teleport the three of them to his realm. Luckily for all of them Sericon had been there before.

[Throggore-emerald-dream (Throggore)]

Throggore had dove into the shadows once more, stalking among the rafters, twice his assassinations had failed, it was time to switch tactics… The rogue pulled forth from his leather vests a large red vial, to most it would look like the infamous crimson vials that rogues used, but his was much worse… It was a old mixture taught to Throggore by a crazed orc of the Bleeding Hollow clan, created from the blood of powerful creatures and orcs… The mixture would would empower the orc tenfold so long as he also… Throggore cut barbaric sigils into flesh on his arms and chest and pulled the remnants of cut clothing from his body. Throggore dropped his two daggers to the old and cracked rafters that held the earth above them all before pulling forth a large blade and scythe like axe… It was time, Throggore leapt from the rafters like a bird of prey honing in on its target, the Orc leapt upon Rick the shining Paladin that had caught his eye.

The rogue started his assault by slipping his scythe like axe around the Paladins neck, the Orc ready to end this before it even began! The scythe twanged violently as the Paladin had somehow managed to get his weapon up in time to parry the blow! “You dareth think to sneaketh upon this righteous form? I light protects me Orc!” The Paladin taunted like some sort of preacher! Throggore only gave a orcish roar in response, bringing his blade up to stab at the Paladins side. The cocky but apparently lucky Paladin managed to miss the lethal edge of the blade by shifting his body causing Throggore’s blade to screech as it slid of the plate armor. “You talk to much human…” Throggore growled pushing the human hard with his blades, the orcs incredible strength enhanced by the mixture he imbibed.

Throggore hissed as he felt the prudent Paladin’s holy light sear his flesh and burn his eyes… “Your too bright.” Throggore hissed kicking Rick in the right leg, the Orc lunged only to be parried once more… Throggore had, dealt with this Paladin enough, in a swift move the orc tossed shards of glass and sand into the Paladins face… “You canteth blind the light!” Rick declared as he covered his face and tried to clear his vision.

Throggore leapt backwards standing between Faendrel and the two humans, “Have you had enough time to recover? Or should I just count you out elf?” Throggore taunted the women, he could do this all day.

[Faendrel-draka]

That wretched Paladin goes to strike the final blow to try and take Faendrel out of commission, when the Masked Orc from earlier intercedes. It is the break that Faendrel needed, she casts drain life on a guard that would s trying to come up behind her. Hers drain life works a little different from most. A small hole forms in the flesh of the spell victims chest. Blood bursts forth and shoots across the room into the waiting locks open mouth. As she drinks it down her wound close up. The guards body starts shrinking in on itself, organs are crushed by bones, bones crack and then shatter beneath the pressure. A man that was once over six feet tall, could now fit her to a crate that was two feet wide, three feet long and about a foot deep, with room to spare. Faendrel ends her spell, rolls off of the consecrated ground, and up onto her feet. The shriveled up guard lies on the floor, the twitching of its one good eye, showed that for a few more moment the man still lived. Faendrel casts agony smiling as the wreck tries to scream.

“Have you had enough time to recover? Or should I just count you out elf?” Throggore taunted the women,

Faendrel glares over at the Orc, “how many hits have you actually landed on golden boy over there?” She snaps as she summons a swarm of stinging insects right in The Righteous Paladins face. Where there was nothing before there’s suddenly dozens of wasps buzzing around Sir Righteous Rick’s head. They dive in their stingers sinking into his face, neck, and eyes. They unleash their toxin into his flesh. “foolish wench you’re fouled insects shalt not bringeth pain upon gl’rious lighteth did bless f’rm…” his words are cut short as his face swells from the toxins. Sir Righteous Rick, grunts and grabs at his face, struggling to breath as the swelling gets worse. At this point he isn’t even recognizable as human. His face is so swollen and deformed that he cannot see, speak or hear. He swiftly casts divine shield on himself, followed by cleanse toxins. As the swelling goes down he turns his attention towards the diseased insect infested lock. A radiant blast of light incinerates all the insects around him, healing him in the process. His eyes take on the look of an insane man, seconds before he rushes her.

Faendrel gets her staff in front of her just as he slams into with his shield, knocking her back a few feet. Before she can recover completely he swings down at her with his sword, sinking the blessed blade into her shoulder as she tries to duck beneath the blow. Dropping his shield Sir Righteous Rick doubles up his fist and punches Faendrel square in the stomach. Blood and insects spurt out of her mouth and splatter on Sir Righteous Rick’s glorious armor. One of his plate gauntlet enclosed hands wrap around her neck lifting her from the floor. Waves of rage could be felt coming off of the man, as he draws back and punches Faendrel in the face. Once, ”not!” his gauntlet covered fist strikes shattering the cartilage in her nose. Twice, ”My!” he strikes a second time, fracturing her cheek bone. Three times ”Face!” Sir Righteous Rick’s fist connects again this time the crunching of bones can be heard as the licks face starts to cave into her skull. Fourth “You Wretch!” he screams his fist striking and final time, there’s an explosion of blood and bones as her face shatters as Sir Righteous Rick’s gauntleted fist vanishes into her skull. He rips her diseased brain from the ruins of her face and goes to throw it across the room. When it it transforms into hundreds of flesh burrowing beetles. They swiftly eat their way into him disappearing beneath the flesh. Sir Righteous Rick swats wildly at them as they move beneath his skin, burrowing deeper into his body. The remainder of Faendrel’s body collapses into a swarm of pests.

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

Salkeen gave a sly grin, “From the strongest metal it would be built, but why create something that feels like flesh?” Salkeen flexed his own muscles and chest, “A carefully and purposefully crafted metal can be tougher than diamond but smooth as silk…” Salkeen taunted,

Ahcirej feels a tinge of rage an jealousy as Lord Salkeen flexes his muscles. Unlike Jericha she would never again know the sensation of touch. “I will leave the minute details of its creation, to your discretion My Lord.” Ahcirej says as she watches him. “It isn’t like I am capable of knowing what it feels like. Still on the plus side, While I can never again feel a living touch, I will also never again know the sensation of pain.” Her holographic image clenches it’s hand together. *She could remember what flesh felt like, the subtle movements, the warmth, the rough feelings of calloused fingers. She had no idea what silk felt like, a body hard as diamond, but smooth as silk. In the end it mattered not she would be but the brain, the motherboard of a deadly cybernetic machine. She would slip in where the larger machines couldn’t. Taking the lives of those who stood before her burning Lord.

“You will be more…” Salkeen hissed, “I shall get you a body of your own, but at a price.” Salkeen stated,

“I will anything that you desire me to be Lord Salkeen, If it’s something that I can become then I will be it. Ahcirej states her voice filled with conviction. Ahcirej was unbound, she knew exactly what she was. She could turn and leave. Yet She felt just as owned and vulnerable in her Lords Presence as she always did. “I will pay any price that I am able to pay. Yet remember there are some prices that I am incapable of paying.” Ahcirej explains, she is nearly sure that he knows what she means. Any deal they struck would have to be in good faith. She couldn’t be bound to any form of promise or contract, to ask for such would be like commanding water not to be wet. As she speaks to Lord Salkeen parts of her mind begin syncing more strongly with the ships computer systems. She can see the many corridors the demons moving among them. She can feel the power as innocents are fed to the many soul furnaces that power the massive destructive vessel. She pulls back disengaging most of her mind from the control panel, her holographic image shimmers for a few moments before stabilizing.

“Quit your whining!” The demon lord commanded his eyes burning brighter until roaring fire escaped his gaze and washed over the Moarg’s left side… Salkeen cauterized the demons wound, he didn’t want to kill it yet… “Now rise!” Salkeen commanded, “You shall follow us, with this…” Salkeen growled tossing the mechanical arm towards the brute, the brute still in agony knew better than refuse caught the mechanical arm in his right hand… He would follow his lord… “Ahcirej, You may use this beast of labor and his mechanical arm to follow us…” Salkeen growled,

Ahcirej watches in amazement as the massive mechanical arm is ripped from the Mo’arg brute. She could almost feel sorry for it… almost. She wasn’t sure if she could bind with it or not, did the arm contain a mechanical or computerized system that would allow it to act on it’s own, without it being connected to the Mo’arg Brute. would the bits of flesh prevent her from being able to coalesce her mind with it. A partial connection would be a waste, it would be better to just travel in non corporeal form. Ahcirej starts to disengage from the Ignis’avim’s computerized holographic system. To prevent the chance of complications she is going to take on her Ethereal form and use her holy fire to burn the remaining flesh and blood from the massive mechanical arm.

Salkeen then used his power to warp him, Jericha and the Moarg brute with his severed arm into The Kiln…

Ahcirej watches as the three disappear, why didn’t Lord Salkeen wait to see if she was able to use the mechanical arm, was her service to him no longer required? Just as they vanish the Holographic image of Ahcirej dissipates as something within the deep recesses of her mind begins to snap. As the mental, and emotional, bonds of servitude that Ahcirej felt towards Lord Salkeen, begin to crumble. She gazes out through the viewing window at the massive Flying Fortress, a lost look forms on her face. So you do not need me after all Lord Salkeen? Very well then, if I am not the instrument that will rain death and fear upon your enemies. Then perhaps… the sharp pains of mental anguish quell her thoughts and have her clutching her head.

You are rather useless as you are, but I can make you better, if you come to me.

[Jericha-draka (Jericha)]

“It has come to my attention that I will never be able to return to who, or what I was. The one who could of returned me to you as a living being that could once more be bound to you, is no more.” The hologram speaks its voice void of any emotion. “I truly wished to be bound to you once more, as her death prevents that, I came to discover something while on Centralis not so long ago.”

Jericha turns her attention to the holographic image of mirrored self. What did she mean? Couldn’t return as a living being. That was wrong, Jericha was rather certainly n that Izzabelle possessed the knowledge to make Ahcirej whole again. Her twins next words stop Jericha’s heart for a moment. The void within her goes wild, causing Lord Salkeen to be fed an influx of Void before it dies back down again. Was Izzabelle dead, wasn’t her forced departure from Lord Salkeen meant to save them? Had Isaik planned on her dying this whole time? Rage seeps into Jericha’s mind, stirring the flames of chaos. She hated Isaik more than anything, if I had separated Izzabelle just to end her, she would find a way to end him. Of course she doesn’t realize that Ahcirej is speaking metaphorically when she is speaking of Izzabelle being dead.

“That is quite enough.” The demon lord hissed his image appearing before the felguard. “They escaped the pit, destroying and preening the weak along their path, they have proven that they can live for now…” Salkeen commanded, the felguard immediately following his lord commands halted the belt, and gestures to the other demons to stop… “Their lord is merciful to the loyal and strong, take them to the healing chambers… Now!” The demon lord demanded,

Jericha didn’t look stem to much f the conversation between Lord Salkeen and her double. Enough to understand that she wanted him m to build her a body, and that he would for a price. However her attention was drawn to both Suzuna and that wretch Lhashira as her Lord addresses the Felguard to remove them from the belt. Looking at Suzuna Jericha feels a small pang of guilt. The young demoness had truly done nothing to warrant being tossed into the feeding pits. Or in her case reviving in the feeding pits. She had been as loyal as they came, forsaken even her family for Lord Salkeen and herself. Still Suzuna should know by now that Jericha isn’t 100% okay in the head. But she is rather certain that after this she will not have anymore individuals that she can consider… hmmm friends, what a strange thing, did I ever have friends?

“To me… Your lord has need of you…” The demon lord hissed, beckoning the lumbering demon over… The massive demon however had no idea what was about to happen, as Salkeen lunged forward like a predatory beast upon weaken prey! Even with the moarg’s massive size, the demon lord seized the brutes mechanical left arm before with a quick roar, jumping back while kicking the demon the demon lord severed the massive mechanical arm. Salkeen landed gracefully holding the massive mechanical arm, without ever breaking eye contact with the brute Salkeen tilted the severed mechanical limp dumping out gallons of demon blood

Jericha attention snaps to the Mo’arg brute as Lord Salkeen beckons it over. The lumbering gulf barely starts moving vanishing no in their direction, when Lord Salkeen is upon it like a bird of Pray. The sound of ripping flesh followed by a horrific roar of agony, has the corners of her mouth lifting into a sneer. Jericha grins as her Lord empties the pathetic demons no blood out onto the hard fel steel floor. She looks on in anticipation to see what limb he was going to remove next. The Mo’arg meanwhile seemed to be trying to stop the blood from pumping out of its body. A rather useless endeavor as it pours between its fingers.

Salkeen sneered, “Quit your whining!” The demon lord commanded his eyes burning brighter until roaring fire escaped his gaze and washed over the Moarg’s left side… Salkeen cauterized the demons wound, he didn’t want to kill it yet… “Now rise!” Salkeen commanded, “You shall follow us, with this…” Salkeen growled tossing the mechanical arm towards the brute, the brute still in agony knew better than refuse caught the mechanical arm in his right hand…

As Lord Salkeen cauterized the severe flesh wound, Jericha feels a bit crestfallen. She had hoped for a little more entertainment. Of course being the rather disturbed person that she is she smiles as the Brute is ordered to carry around its severed arm. She returns to her Elven shape and enters void form, it helps her to keep better handle of the void moving through her. three people were seeking her out, why would anyone seek her out?

“Ahcirej, You may use this beast of labor and his mechanical arm to follow us…” Salkeen growled, he thought to tell her the Ignis’Avim was connected to the Kiln’s systems but he was sure she already knew…

Salkeen then used his power to warp him, Jericha and the Moarg brute with his severed arm into The Kiln…

Jericha looks around as they appear near what she could only describe as a massive soul Forge powered by a fel Star. The heat coming from it while a bit warm didn’t bother her. The burning soul of her Lord prevented such a thing, at least from this distance it did. Still she didn’t doubt that he could easily close off such protections if he were to ever decide to drop her into the hellish furnace for a few minutes, hours, days of ultimate torture. Turning she follows Lord Salkeen and the Mo’arg Brute, who has been sniffling the whole time while cradling his arm. Sweet jimoney winters veil was that a tear she was seeing. As she stared at the arm she couldn’t help but notice that it seemed… well, rather lifeless. She is certain that if Ahcirej was in there, she would of made her presence known. As she walks behind Lord Salkeen’s ascending the steps of his massive fortress she speak. “Lord Salkeen I would seem that our pathetically sobbing beast of burden, forgot something.”

[Yuiko-draka (Yuiko)]

Isaik glanced back at Rekkagg, “Merely task a stalker to find what you need, The Nameless One has been capturing heroes and rare creatures for ages…”

Yumara turns and looks at Rekkagg as Master speaks. It seems to her that a Stalker is an elite minion of Masters, tasked with the most dangerous of jobs, and acquisitions. That was good some of the creatures she required would need someone of a stalkers caliber to retrieve. She use to send Izzabelle and sometimes Jericha to obtain what she needed. “Master.” She bows slightly in respect in reverence, nodding no her head. She understood and was thanking him for his gift in helping her acquire the victims of her deadly craft.

Isaik nodded, “We are merely playing a game with our enemies, as they move a chess piece so shall I…” Isaik hissed, he already had a idea of the weapon being created, and Isaik knew exactly how to play against his old instructor, who to make him choose to slay innocents or find another way… “I would not worry, even Raveintis does not know of the hidden kingdom…” Isaik said using his embedded tendrils to calm his minion…

Yumara straightens up her hand still lightly gripping Masters robe. “It will be a pleasure to watch Master back his old instructor into a corner.” Yumara hisses anger building up as she thinks of her children being destroyed by some biological weapon. “It would bring me such satisfaction to slowly skin the wretch who would harm what is mine. To peel away the fools flesh with my claws.” Yumara says her voice becoming a low throaty growl, as long curved razor sharp claws slip out of slits in the tips of her fingers. “It would want their screams to be so horrific that it would give demons nightmares.” She finishes her claws retract, her fangs shorten and the tentacle like appendages slowly vanish, as her chaotic thoughts and racing heart are calmed, and controlled, by the many tendrils that Master has embedded within her. Master was right, his old instructor didn’t know of Masters subterranean kingdom. That deep beneath the feet of the unsuspecting fools, Master was preparing to take out those who opposed his vision. Those who refused to see the world that he would create, the utopia that he would be Supreme god and ruler of. When that day came all those that stood against him would regret their folly.

As Yumara follows Master something’s not occurs to her. Master had sent Izzabelle and her bonded for enhancing. Yet what kind of enhancement would they be receiving. Hopefully Orion wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Izzabelle wouldn’t be able to be used to destroy Masters old instructor if her creation was erased from existence. She knew of all the complications involving Izzabelle and the network of spells that held her together. She also knew that one of Masters tomes was used in her creation, along with two others. About 45% percent of the magic used came from he Masters tome. Still it was all held together and controlled by Orion’s time magic. Still as Yumara thinks of Orion, she cannot help but think that there’s something that he cannot or isn’t saying. She felt the moment of loss coming from him, the moment Izzabelle was freed from Lord Salkeen. It was s brief that she almost wasn’t certain that she even felt it. As she follows Master the thought vanishes from her head.