Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

[Sericon-emerald-dream]

“Oh is that all this is Master Artificer? Here I was getting worked up over nothing.” She says letting out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. “I suppose meshing creature to create an ultimate one can cause the mind to go a bit haywire until everything straightens itself out.” Izzabelle finishes.

Sericon hardly liked lying to Izzabelle, as his bonded he wasn’t entirely fond of the deceit. It wasn’t that he didn’t like lying, as apart of the legion, and a vile killer he was, subterfuge and scheming was pretty regular. Sericon could recall lying to several demons while he was once under Salkeen’s thrall, the overconfident and vile demons saw him as lesser. Sericon had been some of the few blood elves that were not apart of Salkeen’s infamous Blooded sect, They has been acting under their lord for many thousands of years in the nether before Sericon even showed up… A thought did appear to him, perhaps the Artificer wasn’t lying, the way he presented the words, though prompted by Sericon himself, did seem like he was repeating a disclaimer for goblin medications…

“Did you hear, these enhancements might wake up the dormant memories that I have forgotten. Perhaps it will fill in many of those hollow craters in my cranium.”

Sericon gave a sincere grin under his metal mask, he felt so odd to be wearing such encompassing helmets after casting spells for so very long. He figured he would eventually grow to like it, despite the horrid chance of helmet hair! Sericon sighed internally, the helmet was necessary if he wasn’t gonna die to some ghastly blow to the skull. Sericon looked at Izzabelle again realizing something, “Sounds great to me, perhaps it can jostle some memories about my own past that were wiped by this medical procedure.” Sericon said tapping his helmet with his gauntlet, he was of course referring to his lobotomy.

“You up next! Step into the circle and I’ll go get the new creatures to mix with you.”

Sericon nodded, he was ready, but internally he was still trying to prepare himself, to be ripped apart and put back together through alchemy sounded horrifically painful especially if one took the experiences Izzabelle just went through as reference as well.

She quickly hugs Sericon before he heads to the circle to be upgraded.

Sericon gave his bonded a quick hug back before moving into the dreaded alchemic circle, he wondered what Skalaz would be putting into his mix? The question didn’t linger for long before the goblin reappeared from the darkness using magic to move three metal darkened cages… playing them around the circle Skalaz finally stood ready…

[Jaseiah-ravenholdt]

Jaseiah stood before the closed door, she had no idea what she would find on the other side. She just knew that she had a sibling awaiting her there. Taking a deep breath Jaseiah reaches for the handle, only to discover their wasn’t one. She steps back and looks over the door, there’s no door handle, no hinges. She kneels to see if perhaps they were hand holds in which to slide the door up, she sees none. She then check the walls on either side for any abnormality in its surface. Both sides are a smooth inky black. Jaseiah puts her hands against the door and pushes, nothing. Now this was a conundrum, she needed to get through the door but how? She tries almost everything she can think of, but is thwarted at every turn. In a rage she sends her war hammer flying across the room at it. There’s an explosion of force that blasts Jaseiah back into the wall about 7 yards away. Her hammer strikes the wall a hairs breadth above her head, before falling onto it. Jaseiah winces in pain and curses as she snatched up her weapon, while rising to her feet. She storms over to the door, her father would be able to blast the dang thing right into oblivion. Seeing as how no one was around, that she was aware of. Jaseiah gave into her anger and threw a little fit, balling up her fists, stomping her feet, growling, then kicking the door.

Huffing, she leans back against the door, punching it with the side of her fist. “Ugh! This is so stupid, just let me in alrea…” her grumbling complaint comes to a halt and turns into a startled “aaaahhhh!” as the door just vanishes, causing her to stumble back and fall on her derrière. She swiftly rises to her feet cursing under her breath and rubbing her slightly bruised backside. Still sputtering profanity she looks around the room she is in her eyes widen, and she feels uneasy and a little queasy in the stomach department. It was the lab of a mad man, there were table lining two of the walls. Some covered in containers, flasks, vials tubes, all sorts of alchemic devices, while others held jars of various shapes, sizes, and makes. Most of these wher filled with some vicious fluid with what looked like limbs and organs floating inside of them. On one of the bloody tables a lynx was strapped down, the whole top of its skull had been removed. Bits and pieces of its brain had been carved out, and were now in little marked jars near it. As Jaseiah got closer she could hear the soft whine coming from the tortured creature, could see its eyes flickering in pain. As she continued her approach, she sees that it’s has been eviscerated its guts are in a heap on the floor. It is then that the smell hits Jaseiah causing her to double over and gag. She rushes across the room, bringing her hammer down on the lynxes head, putting the torture beast out of its misery. This puts her beside one of the larger vats in the room, it is filled with a milking like substance. It makes it hard to see what might be lurking within it.

Pressing her hands to the glass she brings her face close trying to get a better look. Suddenly an horrific creature appears twisted skull filled with fangs slams against the vat from within right next to her face. Jaseiah shrieks and stumbles back, her leg hitting a cage on the floor and jostling it. A long black tentacle shoots from the depths of the cage and wraps around her boots. It binds her calf’s together and pulls her off of her feet. It starts pulling her towards the cage, all she can see in the darkness is glowing eyes and teeth. She casts judgement at the creature, It shrieks releasing her legs as it recoils to the back of the cage. Jaseiah slowly gets to her feet a bit shocked up. Normally she wouldn’t be so shaken, but the sheer darkness, despair, and malice that permeates the very air had her on edge. The guide Yumara had created vanished once it had gotten her to the door, its job having been completed. She looks around at the cages, some empty, some containing horrific bestial experiments. While others held animals, monsters and humanoid like creatures that were awaiting experimentation. Shivering Jaseiah moves deeper into the twisted lair that she knew held her sibling, her weapon drawn and ready.

[Skalaz-emerald-dream]

“Oh is that all this is Master Artificer? Here I was getting worked up over nothing.” She says letting out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. “I suppose meshing creature to create an ultimate one can cause the mind to go a bit haywire until everything straightens itself out.”

Skalaz narrowed his eyes at the girl within his plague hood, technically he had lied to the women, not that he truly cared, goblins were deceitful and vile creatures, most goblins would try to sell the women back her own memories with some fabulous thing she could buy. Skalaz wasn’t like that, atleast not anymore, a younger Skalaz had been that way using alchemy and magic to bully his way around the Undermine. Skalaz refocused on the current moment however, technically he wasn’t lying all that much, alchemically fusing creatures had a literal list of side effects, memory loss was on that list.

“Did you hear, these enhancements might wake up the dormant memories that I have forgotten. Perhaps it will fill in many of those hollow craters in my cranium.”

Skalaz continued watching and preparing the room for Sericon to go next, he moved some things around looking for the creatures he desired to mesh… Theoretically he could go check the gnomes lab, it was nearby and Skalaz had been sending drudges to go grab things of usefulness… He decided against it however, watching the two elves, he couldn’t quite remember if the alchemic treatment could actually jolt memory, it was just likely that Isaik had been watching…

“Yes I can Master Artificer.”

Skalaz nodded, it was good that after the treatment Izzabelle was not only socially open but could still perform superb motor functions, as well as her adaptations were blooming already. As Izzabelle was replacing the capsules that were filled with mundane materials, things like carbon, iron, hydrogen, oxygen, silicon, nitrogen and other elements that made up reality. Skalaz himself had to go check one of the more important pieces… Heading slightly away from the elves Skalaz found a lovely pair of large metal doors that went into the floor… Pulling them up the goblin went inside this underground space, wandering for all but a moment to see how the “filters” were doing… Needless to say it was a full on horror show…

Behind a magical barrier was a room of blood elves… or atleast it once was a room of blood elves, most of them were now missing large portions of their body… In one of the corners was a blood elves male screaming because his skin had been dematerialized, all his bones, muscle and sinew exposed to the air! He was unfortunately still alive and quite conscious, the spells were not like a surgeon it only took what it needed… Skalaz could tell however the poor fool would eventually die from blood loss… Another three grasped at either stumps on their arms or legs, placed the spell simply removed the whole limb… One particular women was screaming trying to close up her abdomen with her hands, most of her lower organs were gone, simply dematerialized! Skalaz looked around some had no eyes or eyelids, facial structures at all… There was blood all over the inside area, but Skalaz nodded curtly, they were still mostly alive and therefore could be used for Sericon as a filter. Skalaz paused for a moment, he should probably add a void elf or two as to ensure the circle doesn’t try to reverse his transformation into this void like form he had… Smapping his fingers the goblin opened a portal to a place he knew all to well… The portal opened up into the barrier depositing three void elves among the bleeding and mangled blood elf population. With a good pook of filters, Skalaz nodded, this would do…

The goblin made his way out of the under area of the alchemic circle and among the caged beasts of his lab… Searching for a bit the goblin found a perfect three animals to mix the elf with… Skalaz made his way back to the alchemic circle with the three cages and placed them in the three outter ringed areas the animals had been before for Izzabelle…

The first cage was obvious, one could hear the silithid reaver protesting the imprisonment by chittering angrily before taking the bars… The others could be heard, one large cage hissed in rage before slamming the cage hard! The creature inside was big, with scaly claws. And the last had something shuffle around a rather large creature, before one might hear metal scraping on metal. It was now time, Skalaz took his position on the outside of the circle and begun to weave the spell, however before it wound up to high, Skalaz snapped his fingers snatching Sericon’s armor from his body except for a modest pair of pants and putting it outside the circle…

The rings lit up in bright purple and red illuminating the cages, revealing the first as indeed a silithid reaver, the second was a large white gorilla, but that wasn’t the only thing about it! The gorilla roared in protest before saying, “Let me free, Da’kani gorillas will come!” The last cage was revealed to be a rather irate twilight Drake, rearing back it tried to extend its wings futilely… Now the transmutation could begin, the three prime creatures began their dematerialization and flooded into Sericon! The silithid would enhance his bond to Izzabelle, even if they were devoid of magic and other wards the telepathic bond would endure! The silithids chitin body was broken down to serve as fortifications to Sericon’s bones and flesh. The gorilla dematerialization happened next with a shriek of defiance before the beast died! It’s incredible muscle mass would serve to quadruple Sericon’s own, when the spell would be over the elf would be able to take on much more straining weight! The brains of the gorilla were repurposed to ensure Sericon’s own mind was unaffected by the transmutation, even with new found muscles the elf could still fix a crashed legion fighter. Finally the twilight Drake dematerailized, further reinforcing the muscles mass of the elf, empowering his latent void in his body and perfecting his skin. Sericon’s skin would feel like the highest quality of leathers while retaining the strength and durability to absorb blows from the sharpest blades…

Skalaz monitered the whole transmitting this time, Sericon would not have the same reaction as Izzabelle on his watch. Skalaz still felt uneasy as Sericon started screaming loudly, the goblin considered cycling the spell down when he heard Sericon reaffirm his decision to be enhanced, “I can take it!!” Finally the transmutation ceased, the smoke slowly clearing to reveal Sericon, he looked better… The elf now had rippling muscles… Sericon stumbled forward catching himself with one of his muscles and toned arms before looking up…

“How do you feel?” Skalaz asked examining every piece of Sericon he could see, he had to ensure it was perfect… Sericon exhaled deeply, “I feel taller…” the void elf joked…

[Fushan-emerald-dream (Fushan)]

“Why it looks like it be down to just ye, and me lassy.”

Fushan had closed his eyes in a short meditative stance while awaiting for the young human to be ready… It wasn’t till Wushi, his air elemental whispered to him the words of the dwarf Fushan realized he may have been forgotten… Before the old bear could even protest it seemed the young individuals had taken to the sky and simply left him behind! Fushan looked up, quizzically, he knew he looked a lot like the natives but surely the young women could recognize the bear they had traveled to Mount Neverest for? As Myrandah continued to fly further and further away, Fushan saw his answer, apparently he could be forgotten.

Fushan turned to Wushi, “Any idea where they might be headed??” The old bear asked… The pandaren air elemental chartered before clapping its hands, “I myself must make my way back to Stormwind, gather what allies I can, freeing my friends from their sick evil clutches won’t be easy.” Wushi repeater in Myrandah’s voice. “Well old friend it appears we are heading to Stormwind…” Fushan said giving his windy friend a grin before Wushi dissipated into the air.

Fushan stared out at his trek ahead, he would use all his wisdom, experience and ancient pandaren knowledge to reach Stormwind before Myrandah, or… The old pandaren chuckled to himself, he would use the hearthstone he had in his left pocket! With a clever grin the pandaren vanished from Pandaria appearing within the Blue Recluse. As soon as Fushan appeared he found a nice seat outside in the calm sea breeze air, before Wushi appeared again in the seat nearby. Fushan gave a curt nod, “I take it your trip was as smooth as mine?” Fushan says with a smile, Wushi only responded with a happy chitter… “Think you can find those allies Myrandah was talking about?” Fushan says with a smile as he picked up a tea glass from the table and began to sip.

[Ahcire-emerald-dream]

Ahcire struggled, the containment had gotten so small, it was so hard to breath… Ahcire’s eyes flashed open, slamming his fist against the glass the machine whirled to life once more, with resounding sounds of machinery the cloning device readied the last of its systems before the glass creaked open and let Ahcire drop to the floor. The first thing Ahcire could do was cough and vomit up the amniotic fluid that filled his lungs, before grasping forward to try and remember how life felt like… Blinking his eyes the first thing he realized was that he was a male now… Ahcire landed breathing hard on the ground, completely being destroyed than rebirthed by a cloning tube… Taking many moments he pushed himself up, he was wearing pants somehow, but the rest of his armor seemed to be gone…

Ahcire slowly rise to his feet, stumbling a bit like a new born before he noticed the weapons and armor placed across the room yet nearby for him… It seemed this master had prepared for his rebirth… Ahcire sighed, he would need a bit longer but he would need to return to his lord… It was just a matter of where his lord had gone… “Hello? Is anyone here?” Ahcire called out…

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

Isaik continued to weave his hands in the air conjuring images and memories that he would insert into Izzabelle’s mind… Something that would serve as a adequate past for the unique elf to look back upon… Isaik stopped inspecting his work for a moment, he mustn’t add to much memory at one time or he might send the women into a catatonic shock… Isaik easily figured out the answer to the problem weaving a spell that would only insert a piece of her history during this time but ready to insert more when the women’s mind was prepared, ready and stable enough to handle more…

“Timeless one, behold the answer to your problem… This spell when used will insert a great history into Izzabelle’s mind. To ensure her fragile psyche doesn’t get overwhelmed it will only add so much at a time…” Isaik explained, the whirling images infront of his spotted before completely in a second they seemed to skip backwards at a impossibly fast rate… “Behold the first new memories she shall recover…” Isaik stated expanding his arms and allowing the spell to grow larger so it would be more easily seen…

In her youngest years, perhaps around the age of four, Izzabelle could remember was verdant green hills of the Arathi Highlands, the faint memories of the her home were peaceful with sounds of wild animals, and crisp air. Izzabelle’s memory has faint images of her mother and father caring for her… The memories of this time are slightly fuzzy, because she was so young. These early years of her life are filled with joy and laughter, it seems like a perfect family except for the worried look her mother sometimes has… The faint memories of hearing a argument between Izzabelle’s mother and father can be heard about something, it sounds bad, but more importantly they sound worried… “What if she inherited the same thing I carry each day!” Izzabelle remembers her mom arguing with her dad.

The next memories involve her family packing up to travel some place, was it a new home? Somewhere to take care of what her mom had argued over? These fateful memories link up to the death of her family by trolls, somehow even at so young Izzabelle remembers running away and somehow escaping. She remembers wandering the wilderness for a long time, she nearly became crazed and wild until she stumbled upon Stromgarde and its humans… The rough and gruff humans looked down upon her during her return, they saw her as closer to a Savage than elf now, and the dark secret within her caused paranoia to stir in their minds… Izzabelle managed to acclimate to the society but with a new found distrust and stirring hatred for those that shunned her… Izzabelle shunned by the humans, had to learn to survive by stealing, at first it was just small things like a coin or two to eat, but as word spread of a elvish street rat, Izzabelle learned to steal food and other things to survive. For a good portion of her life she remembers fleeing from town guards and burly humans who would try to teach her a lesson for her thievery, the elf was however more lithe and flexible than the humans escaping from the guards like a ferret ducking through crowds and scaling the buildings.

The guards and disgruntled towns folk began to post up rewards for Izzabelle’s capture, more and more the people turned on her… Until one day a group of cloaked figures entered the city, a great portion of them were high elves… Coming in for supplies the group wanted to keep to themselves, even with a few humans in their ranks the cloaked group felt and acted superior to the Stormgrade… Having dealt with a street rat for years the humans made their move surrounding the cloaked group, “You elves, get this street rat from our city, or next time we will kill her!” Izzabelle could hear a large fat guard screaming at the cloaked figures…

Izzabelle watched as the cloaked elf unmasked himself to be Varicar! “Human… Your idle threats do not scare us, your disrespect only further proves why my people forsake your kind to such lives like this…” Varicar said, he looked much younger, with black hair pulled up into a warriors pony tail… Varicar turned away from the man he would not give him anymore of his precious time, he had things to attend too… “We will kill her then!!” The human roared, Izzabelle watched behind a nearby pillar, she nearly moved to leave when two guards rushed her from behind!

Grabbing her rough by her arms, the humans gave cruel smiles like hyenas, their breath like rotting garbage. “Finally caught the street rat!” The first said, the second chuckled, “Ready for the execution?” The second spat he was ready for a blood bath. The two humans dragged Izzabelle out to the center of the streets, while calling out, “We got the rat!” Izzabelle pulled hard, she tried to escape! The elvish women even pulling free a large bladed dagger to stab one of the ugly guards when she felt a blow to the back of her head… Izzabelle passed out…

Awaking only few hours later, Izzabelle found she was bound in a tee like cross with her weapons stolen. Before her a large fat guard paced around, “For crimes against Stromgarde, in the regards of burglary, piracy, arson, assault and battery, kidnapping, disturbing the peace, witchcraft, extortion, theft, vandalism, robbery, public intoxication, and conspiracy to harm the crown, we have sentenced this street rat to death!” The guard roared! Izzabelle struggled against her bonds, half of the charges were nonsense! They were just trying to stack enough crimes to execute her, and it seemed to be working! All around Izzabelle, humans cheered awaiting for the end. Izzabelle spied the same group of cloaked figures watching the show, the one in the front was Varicar, but another cloaked figure leaned over whispering to Varicar, it was the first time Izzabelle saw Sericon… Varicar nodded at whatever Sericon had said, this caused a cloaked female to wade her way through the crowds until she made it to the fat guard getting ready to end his show… The cloaked figure whispered to the man, at first it seemed the man was going to dismiss the women and carry on killing Izzabelle before he just seemed to give in… The guard stood upright, something was different before declaring loudly “It has been discussed, and the elves have agreed to take the street rat away to face justice on her own lands! Those harmed by her actions will be compensated!” The fat guard wandered away from the crowd of human faces before with a sneer he punched Izzabelle across the face hard knocking her out.

Izzabelle awoke a few hours later, she couldn’t see everything was dark… Her head had been covered in with a cloth bag to ensure she didn’t see where she was going… The first thing she heard was Sericon’s voice, “You see? I knew I felt something different about this one…” Sericon spoke, Varicar came next, “Interesting, but nonetheless how does she help us resurrect our goal?” Varicar hissed, “she is merely a street rat with such things within her, whatever she was it’s probably not worth the effort…” Varicar said, he didn’t sound pleased… “I can tell, even now she has the sympathy of his magic… She is useful…” Sericon said back before they stopped… Within moments the good over Izzabelle’s Head was pulled off, revealing to her that they were in some sort of cave system… The first thing Izzabelle did was struggle, these elves were gonna kill her! Send her back to a place she never knew to be tried for crimes by a people she didn’t know!

Sericon cloaked in a dark robe, was the first seen before her, “Stop struggling, if we wanted to kill you, we would have let those barbaric humans do it…” Sericon said, it wasn’t a mean gesture but neither was it kind… It appeared he wasn’t sure whether to trust her yet… Varicar could be seen behind him, “If she fails the test, we will have to kill her…” The rogue like elf said… Sericon glanced back, “I know what I saw…”

The images ended there, “That is enough for now, a small taste to show Izzabelle how she would come to see the world as I have. Why she would choose what some might call evil over good…” Isaik hissed, “Tell me Timeless one, is their anything you would change?” Isaik asked tilting his head with a audible snap.

[Elasande-suramar]

Elasande sat at the table conversing with Jeheami through magical mean, while Lizzie proceeded to eat her cake. She was sadly getting more on her hands and face then she was in her mouth. Lizzie shoves the last big piece in her mouth and then sips her hands on the dress she is wearing. Elasande sighs and looks over at Jeheami “please excuse me, while I get the little barbarian washed up a little.” She say while standing up out of the chair. Jeheami rises to her feet at the same time, forming words using the air around her she speaks to Elasande. No worries, for I myself must return home, the elements are restless, as is nature itself. Finishing she turns to Lizzie, a moment later Lizzie looks up “yes Miss Jemi I wahiwa pwactice what you taught me.” Lizzie says with a big smile on her face, which becomes a frown as Elasande starts scrubbing in with a warm wet soapy cloth. “Auntie Sande youwa going to get soap in my eyes, don’t scwub so howed.” Lizzie complains as her face is being washed. Finishing with her face Elasande grabs her hands to wash them. “If a certain little girl would eat with her fork, instead of using her hands like a barbarian, then she wouldn’t need to be washed up.” Elasande says raising her eyebrow, and smiling, letting Lizzie know she wasn’t mad. “Sihwy I’m not a bahwabawian, I’m a piewit.” Lizzie says as Elasande finishes washing her hands.

The soft ringing and glow coming from one of the stones on the desk across the room grabs a Elasande’s attention. She walks over and touches it, It was a magical stone which allowed for telepathic communication. Sitting the stone down she walks over back to Lizzie. “Lizzie Dear, how would you like to go to the Mage Tower? That was your mother and she’s on her way home.” She asked. Lizzie jumps to her feet and starts running around the house. “Momma’s coming home, Momma’s coming home, did she find Izzubehwa? Is the Dwaffs stiw with hewa.?” Lizzie asks, a ball of energy. “Sorry Liz but your mother didn’t say, she just said she was on her way back and that we would need to talk.” Elasande explains before grabbing both of their coats and Lizzie’s hand and heading out the door.

With a clever grin the pandaren vanished from Pandaria appearing within the Blue Recluse. As soon as Fushan appeared he found a nice seat outside in the calm sea breeze air,

Their journey to the Mage Tower brought them past the Blue Recluse, which was normally okay, except today their was a Panda sitting outside. Normally that would of been just fine as well, but Lizzie was exceptionally excited and energetic today, and she was also extremely talkative, so it began. As the started to pass the establishment Lizzie sees the Pandaren, runs up to him stops, and looks. “Hehwo mistewa Panda Sihwa. I am wizzabeth, we ahwa going to meet my momma. She went with two dwaffs to find Izzubehwa.” Being a child she climbs up on the Pandaren’s lap so she can whisper in his ear. “She’s a piewit, but she’s a good Piewit, besides I got my swowed to pwotect…” she stops half way through and runs her finger through some of the fur on his face. “Wow you ahwa soft, and fluffy, I woke Pandaren’s they ahwa nice. Izzubehwa say they make some of the best beewah, Jahwicha says they make some of the best thawoah wugs. Auntie Sande says Jahwicha’s bwains been damaged from being dwahopped on her head to much as a child.” Lizzie probably would of continued talking had Elasande not plucked her off the Pandaren’s lap and placed her on the ground. “I’m so very sorry about that, she’s a very friendly and out going child, and tends to forget personal boundaries.” As Elasande apologizes for her nieces behavior, meanwhile. “Hehwo Mistewa Void Ehwif sihwa. Is it tawoo that you ahwa duping us, so that you can summon your swimy ovaward fwom the deep to destwoy us ahwa? I think you ahwa pretty nice, but Auntie Sande says we shouldn’t twust those, tentacewed, bawoo skinned baa…” A hand claps over Lizzie’s mouth silencing her tirade. The woman attached to the hand is bright red. “Sorry, sorry we have to be going she says as she starts dragging Lizzie towards the Mage Tower, her face glowing.

[Orioñ-suramar]

“Words can fail people when their minds are so occupied… You are worried for her more than usual right now… Do not worry, I do not abandon my minions so easily…” Isaik hissed,

All Orion had to do was look at Yumara to know that the Dark One spoke true. Yes I am worried more about Izzabelle than usual. She has lost a lot recently, and I know that in a way she had no choice… Still nothing comes for free. Orion says while stretching in his feline form. When I took her past with Jericha, as well as Salkeen away. I did it by allowing the curse of oblivion to completely obliterated it. To allow the spell to advance without nothing to take the place of what she was loosing. I could have killed her, if I had let the spell advance to far. Then all the time in the world wouldn’t have saved her. Orion explains, he goes to say more but he stops.

Isaik gave a dark chuckle, “You underestimate me, I have ways of adding others without adding anything truly at all. I have many minions…” Isaik said,

Orion tilts his head to look at Isaik, I’m certain that you do have ways of adding others, you just cannot add those she once knew but had forgotten. You also may not add anything whatsoever that would even hint towards Salkeen or Jericha in any way. What has been forgotten should remain that way Dark One. Orion exclaims he is certain that the Dark One will try and give Izzabelle memories pertaining to him knowing a Timeless Elf, and one who is a mistress of nature. As long as he doesn’t actually use him, or Yumara, in the actual memory, it should be good. He couldn’t use their voices, their looks, etc… It would be best for the two of them to just be ones she has yet to meet. “I trust that you will weave her a past that doesn’t destroy where she is, Dark One.” States Orion as he jumps down onto the floor.

“As can I, it is why I am called the Puppet Master, I see everything my minions do, I have my plans and I send them down to be fulfilled. Even now I see Izzabelle…” Isaik stated, he began to search his robes for something of usel Isaik located the small object and slowly brought it back to the light with his hand, “You see, I must give Izzabelle a past, without a past she might focus to hard to find one, by designing one I give her life other purpose… She may be bonded to Sericon and fulfill her job, but I feel those questions pop into her mind…” Isaik hissed,

Orion sits on the ground and looks up at Isaik as he speaks. “Izzabelle would definitely focus to hard on trying to figure out her past. I like you can see and feel every part of her existence. Her mind, her form, her spirit, her magic. I see the entirety of them at all times. Not a nanosecond goes by when I’m not watching her, not working my magic on her.” Orion says, he looks up at Yumara who has been standing quietly next to the Dark One, her hands lightly gripping his robe.

“Both are under my will, I might say welcome…” Isaik hissed, he held the polished stone in his hands before dark magic encapsuled the stone… When the magic pulled away what was revealed was a stone that reflected Izzabelle’s vision and sight. “Should your own power to see Izzabelle ever become clouded…” Isaik hissed presenting the stone to Orion, so long as Izzabelle was bonded to Isaik the stone would show what she saw… “I will create a past for Izzabelle… Give me a moment…” Isaik hissed

Orion switches to his humanoid form, “I appreciate the gesture Dark One, however there is nothing that would cloud my vision when t comes to either Yumara, or Izzabelle. Although I do appreciate the gesture.” He says while awaiting to see what Isaik would do next.

“Timeless one, behold the answer to your problem… This spell when used will insert a great history into Izzabelle’s mind. To ensure her fragile psyche doesn’t get overwhelmed it will only add so much at a time…” Isaik explained, the whirling images infront of his spotted before completely in a second they seemed to skip backwards at a impossibly fast rate… “Behold the first new memories she shall recover…”

Orion watches as the visions of her newly created past starts to unfold before him. He finds himself for the first time in awe of the power this Master Mind Manipulator possessed. The past he weaved was so intricate, and he made it seem effortless. Orion could never have given Izzabelle a life that she could look back on. The Dark one was giving Izzabelle memories of her own, to replace what was recently taken. Orion could only give her the memories of others.

The images ended there, “That is enough for now, a small taste to show Izzabelle how she would come to see the world as I have. Why she would choose what some might call evil over good…” Isaik hissed, “Tell me Timeless one, is their anything you would change?” Isaik asked tilting his head with a audible snap.

After watching through the entire memory sequence Orion turns to look at Isaik with a little more respect. “I would not change anything Dark One, however I do believe that she will have questions for her Bonded after this.” Orion says.

[Fushan-emerald-dream (Fushan)]

“Hehwo mistewa Panda Sihwa. I am wizzabeth, we ahwa going to meet my momma. She went with two dwaffs to find Izzubehwa.”

Fushan had been sipping his tea when the human cub ran up to him. She spoke fast and in a version of common that Fushan didn’t truly understand. “Greetings young one, it is nice to meet you.” Fushan said, he heard what he thought was the mention of Izzabelle, did this cub know the women?

“She’s a piewit, but she’s a good Piewit, besides I got my swowed to pwotect…”

“A pirate you say?” Fushan gave a small chuckle, “A good pirate? That is good indeed!” Fushan said, he didn’t flinch in the slightest as the cub reached out to touch his fur…

“Wow you ahwa soft, and fluffy, I woke Pandaren’s they ahwa nice. Izzubehwa say they make some of the best beewah, Jahwicha says they make some of the best thawoah wugs. Auntie Sande says Jahwicha’s bwains been damaged from being dwahopped on her head to much as a child.”

Fushan simply nodded further entertaining the child, that didn’t bother him in the slightest. Fushan however did continue to listen to the child, did she mention Jericha as well? Perhaps this was who Myrandah was coming towards…

“I’m so very sorry about that, she’s a very friendly and out going child, and tends to forget personal boundaries.”

Fushan nodded, a small smile in his face, “It is quite alright, I sense much good in the child. She can talk to me anytime.” The pandaren said sipping his tea once more.

“Sorry, sorry we have to be going”

Fushan looked over, “Might as well stay miss, Myrandah is headed here anyway, come have a drink while we wait for Myrandah and her dwarven friend.” Fushan suggested around the table tea glasses seemed to appear from nowhere, in truth however it was Wushi placing them down… The small air elemental playfully blew wind through the young humans hair before grabbing a flower and trying to beckon her play.

“Wushi there seems to like the cub anyway. Come tell me about who Myrandah is related to.” Fushan said beckoning them over, he had tea for now, but when Suut showed up, his fire elemental, they would get food as well…

[Jericha-draka (Jericha)]

Salkeen made his way towards the more open areas of the upper floors, a walkway that took them near the openings to glance down once more if they desired. Salkeen kept his prized beasts here, he wasn’t known as the Phoenix of the legion for nothing, the demon lord had great nesting structures for massive emerald green and sunset colored firehawks…

Jericha follows Lord Salkeen as he moves through the upper levels of the Kiln. Smiling slightly the reaction of his most trusted of minions. When he stops to look in the different rooms. She would have to explore the place at some point. It was hard to believe that in all the time she had belonged to him, she had never been to his great Demonic sky Fortress. Then she had always either returned to either her estate or to Ebony’s Tower. Both were now out of the question as places she could return to for a while. her attention is drawn to the firehawks nesting all around them. They were such powerful, beautiful, and regal creatures. Their very presence demanded respect, so like the Lord that owned them.

Salkeen turned casting his gaze across the room before leveling it upon a male felblood mage ready for orders… “Fetch me, a miniature reaver, you lord demands it…” Salkeen commanded. The Blooded mage saluted, “Yes my lord!”, before in a flash of arcane and fel magic the felblood elf teleported away to fulfill his masters need. Salkeen turned towards the two women he was sure followed him, “In a few moments we will be headed to the domain of the juggernaut, it goes by many names… The All Forge, The Realm of Metal and Fire, Mechaforge… This is a place not unlike the Kiln, a place of strength!”

Jericha watches as the Felblood vanishes, as he disappears in a flash of Arcane, Jericha feels a slight pang of loss. She quickly clears her head and turns her attention back to Lord Salkeen, as he continues speaking. Try as she might Jericha cannot stop the small groan that falls from her lips. She had just barely recovered now she was off to have her strength tested, had she not proven herself…

“The Juggernaut will be testing us when we arrive… It’s a game we play…” Salkeen gave a malicious smile, “Whenever I visit, he tries to see if I’ll be captured, or injured by his newest toys… Defend yourselves, break whatever you like of testing room, but the Juggernaut is mine…” Salkeen growled

“Oh wonderful!” Jericha says with a slight sneer to her voice. “Don’t worry I will be more then happy to step aside so that the Juggernaut, and you, may play your war games, Lord Salkeen.” Jericha speaks having no desire to be tested. She had even less of a desire to fight against mechanical creations. If she needed to she would tear down some of the walls holding back the uncontrollably void, just to end things more quickly. She was never one to shy away from life endangering endeavors. Especially when it benefited her in some form. Jericha hears the Felblood return but pays him no mind, instead she looks around and takes in the view around her. She slowly switches to her void form, pushing the fel down beneath the surface for the moment. Yet within her both Magic’s collided ready to be released with an explosive force. “As always I will do as you Command Lord Salkeen.” Jericha says, even if she doesn’t like this she will always follow his commands.

[Isaik-emerald-dream (Isaik)]

Yes I am worried more about Izzabelle than usual. She has lost a lot recently, and I know that in a way she had no choice… Still nothing comes for free. Orion says while stretching in his feline form. When I took her past with Jericha, as well as Salkeen away. I did it by allowing the curse of oblivion to completely obliterated it. To allow the spell to advance without nothing to take the place of what she was loosing. I could have killed her, if I had let the spell advance to far. Then all the time in the world wouldn’t have saved her.

Isaik tilted his head, “I know all too well what that spell is capable of, but it is beatable… I wrestle with it myself each day… Only when you succumb to its inevitability do you truly let it win…” Isaik considered his words, “It was hard choices, but you must not linger on regret… She still lives…” Isaik hissed, he had seen that she would live, she would ensure they succeeded…

I’m certain that you do have ways of adding others, you just cannot add those she once knew but had forgotten. You also may not add anything whatsoever that would even hint towards Salkeen or Jericha in any way. What has been forgotten should remain that way Dark One.

“She will meet those two in her own time, she has much to do first…” Isaik hissed, he of course meant her current situation, Salkeen was a volatile creature, Izzabelle right now might not be able to handle how he acted. It was a unfortunate necessity, without her Salkeen would die, and even more unfortunate Isaik would himself… That was the main problem, Salkeen could die one million deaths, each more brutal then the last but so long as Isaik survived, even from the seemingly impossible the Master would resurrect the demon lord. Isaik was clever, no version of death was a obstacle for him…

“I trust that you will weave her a past that doesn’t destroy where she is, Dark One.”

“That depends… I saw Izzabelle’s creation within Sericon’s eyes… It is wise not to change some memories too far… At some point she must know a void user, a timeless one, and a nature god intervened to save her from the curse.” Isaik stated, he was hoping Orion might understand such images of deprivation and agony deserved to survive in some way. Isaik relented for a moment, “If you truly insist she not know of this, I will forgo it, but I shall not forget such a delicious scene…” Isaik hissed, he placed his hand together…

“Izzabelle would definitely focus to hard on trying to figure out her past. I like you can see and feel every part of her existence. Her mind, her form, her spirit, her magic. I see the entirety of them at all times. Not a nanosecond goes by when I’m not watching her, not working my magic on her.”

Isaik grinned maliciously, “Perfect, it will be ideal to have someone watching over them besides me… I do have so many minions… I assume your watching Sericon as well? Wouldn’t want anything bad to befall him…” Isaik didn’t mean so as a threat, but he did have so much to tend over with such a delicate contract over Izzabelle he could hardly risk Sericon’s life…

“I appreciate the gesture Dark One, however there is nothing that would cloud my vision when t comes to either Yumara, or Izzabelle. Although I do appreciate the gesture.”

Isaik pulled his hand back with the gem inside, with a quick motion the masters hands disappeared into his cloak the artifact with it…

“I would not change anything Dark One, however I do believe that she will have questions for her Bonded after this.”

Isaik turned to stare at Orion again after his show of great skill in creating a whole history for Izzabelle… “She will be able to ask such questions…” Isaik hissed, it wasn’t only Izzabelle he was planning to manipulate, Isaik had already planned to edit Sericon’s own memories, simply inserting Izzabelle into the memories that were already there… The procedure for him was simple, so long as his mind was occupied with other tasks Isaik would simply place the modified memories within… One wouldn’t question a memories change if they never saw it change… It was like changing a memory on a gnomish computer, since that was the memory, the brain would simply accept the modified as the original because there was nothing to compare it with.

Izzabelle was different, her mind would need a jolt to facilitate the resurgence of false memories and Isaik had just the idea how… Isaik turned to the two minions in the room, “I shall return in a mere moment…” Isaik hissed, he said it to both but it was mostly for Yumara… Isaik’s body seemed to melt into the floor of his own vessel before rematerializing as a mere shadow among many in Skalaz’s lab… Isaik watched as Sericon finished his own transmutation before shuffling forward…

“How do you feel?” Skalaz asked examining every piece of Sericon he could see, he had to ensure it was perfect… Sericon exhaled deeply, “I feel taller…” the void elf joked…

Isaik monitored with absolute silence the events before him, Sericon stumbles forwards trying to get closer to Izzabelle. Like a child unuse to his new found size he managed to get near her before standing tall and trying to look some version of heroic… “How does this make you feel?” Sericon asked he flexed his arm. Sericon tried to step closer when only for the breath of a nano second a void tendril materialized tripping the large unarmored elf. Sericon didn’t mean to but he reached out grabbing Izzabelle and pulled her down with him… They lay there impossibly close completely forgetting the world around them… Isaik waited with apprehension, as soon as the elves would embrace he would place the memories… The two elves would feel their closeness after the enchancing had helped jog Izzabelle’s memories… It would only further Izzabelle’s bond with Sericon, Isaik concluded silently…

[Elasande-suramar]

Fushan looked over, “Might as well stay miss, Myrandah is headed here anyway, come have a drink while we wait for Myrandah and her dwarven friend.” Fushan suggested around the table tea glasses seemed to appear from nowhere,

Elasande has just started pulling Lizzie away, when the Pandaren mentioned Myrandah’s name. Neither of them had spoken it so he must know who she is, he even mentioned a dwarf. Apologizing to the Void Elf once more she pulls out a chair, and lowers herself into it. She releases Lizzie and reaches for a glass of tea. “Lizzie Dear, try and mind what you say, and don’t wander off.” Elasande says as darts around the table. She turn her attention to the Pandaren and speaks. “Sorry if you don’t mind me asking, how do you know Myrandah. Also from what you mentioned, it doesn’t sound like she found Izzabelle.” Elasande says stopping to glance over at Lizzie who seemed to be trying to play either peek-a-boo, or hide-n-seek.

The small air elemental playfully blew wind through the young humans hair before grabbing a flower and trying to beckon her play.

The young child squealed in delight when Wushi would blow air at her, causing her hair to flutter. She would puff our her little cheeks as far as she could as blow air right back at him. The duck beneath the table, when she looked over the edge, the little air spirit would ruffle her hair again. They did this a few times she Wushi took hold of a flower and used wind current to make it dance through the air around Lizzie. Lizzie runs from behind the table and starts chasing the flower, laughing and jumping up to try and grab it. As she is running, jumping, and playing Wushi noticed something not quite right. There was a seem of sorts one that shimmers with the feel of illusion and perhaps other Magic’s. Looking closer he could see telltale draconic like signs. Her eyes were golden the pupils slotted like a reptiles. She had scales on her upper cheeks, forehead, and around her eyes. She had three horn like appendages on either side of her head. Her canines were more pronounced, and could easily be seen as the child giggles, and laughs. Wushi lifts the child up about ten feet with a gust of wind. Lizzie goes ecstatic and starts cheering, and clapping. “Auntie Sande, Mistehwa Panda Sihwa, wook I’m fwying.” Lizzie blurts out with excitement as Wushi drops her and catches her with another gust before she hits the ground. Sending the child airborne again. Lizzie looks at the Air Spirit, “highewa, highewa.” She chants between bursts of exuberant laughter.

“Wushi there seems to like the cub anyway. Come tell me about who Myrandah is related to.” Fushan said

“It would seem she as taken a liking to him as well, Introductions first, I am Elasande Westmore, the little mischief maker is Elizabeth Westmore, everyone calls her Lizzie. Her mother is Myrandah, Myrandah left a pair of dwarves brothers while back. The brothers had been looking to find the elven daughter of a Gnome friend of their.” She says pausing for a moment to take a drink of the refreshing tea and watch as Lizzie was tossed in the air. Luckily they were in the Mage district, where floating children didn’t seem out of place. The fifth time Wushi sends Lizzie into the air, the little girl having so much fun, playing, forgets and opens her wings and hovers above the ground. From her height she can see the Mage Tower. Still laughing with excitement she flies down and lands on Fushan’s lap. “That was fun fwying without my wings, Auntie Sande says I shouldn’t be showing my wings. But they ahwa wahwehwawe pretty Sihwa.” Lizzie explains with all the seriousness of a small child. “My papa was a dwagon but he is dead now, Jemi says that I am an ewwith heowah.” Lizzie says chattering on, as children do.

[Izzabelle-draka (Izzabelle)]

“How do you feel?” Skalaz asked examining every piece of Sericon he could see, he had to ensure it was perfect… Sericon exhaled deeply, “I feel taller…” the void elf joked…

Izzabelle looks over at him and smiles, she had been a little worried when he had truly started screaming out in agonizing pain. But that had eased when he told the Artificer that he could take it. He looked much stronger than he had been when this process started. She had to give the transformation two thumbs up.

Sericon stumbles forwards trying to get closer to Izzabelle. Like a child unuse to his new found size he managed to get near her before standing tall and trying to look some version of heroic… “How does this make you feel?” Sericon asked he flexed his arm.

Izzabelle looks at him a grin spreading across her face. “Not only are you taller, but your head has swollen to mass…”

Sericon tried to step closer when only for the breath of a nano second a void tendril materialized tripping the large unarmored elf. Sericon didn’t mean to but he reached out grabbing Izzabelle and pulled her down with him… They lay there impossibly close completely forgetting the world around them…

Both words and air were knocked from Izzabelle as they both end up on the floor. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she rolls onto Sericon sitting on his stomach. She smiles down at him, “from up here, you still look rather short.” She says then bends down and hugs him. Her entire body stiffens, her grip on him tightens as her mind is flooded with images, of a past she thought lost.

In her youngest years, perhaps around the age of four, Izzabelle could remember was verdant green hills of the Arathi Highlands,

Izzabelle’s eyes fill with tears as she sees images of her childhood. Something that she didn’t think she would ever see again. Her parents faces were a little blurry but she knew it was them.

“What if she inherited the same thing I carry each day!” Izzabelle remembers her mom arguing with her dad.

This memory seemed familiar to Izzabelle, she felt a chill race down her spine.

The next memories involve her family packing up to travel some place, was it a new home? Somewhere to take care of what her mom had argued over? These fateful memories link up to the death of her family by trolls,

This was one of the few memories that Izzabelle still retained. Still now it was crisper and more detailed. They had been traveling because of her, they died because of her.

they saw her as closer to a Savage than elf now, and the dark secret within her caused paranoia to stir in their minds… Izzabelle managed to acclimate to the society but with a new found distrust and stirring hatred for those that shunned her… Izzabelle shunned by the humans, had to learn to survive by stealing, at first it was just small things like a coin or two to eat, but as word spread of a elvish street rat,

Within her mind the seeds of hatred grew, she was shunned, and rejected. She remembers now the feel of her tiny hand slipping into the pocket of the drunken guard as he stumbled from the pub. The screams and rocks being thrown at her as she snatched an apple from the fruit vendor and ran. Dodging through the allies, and running through old condemned buildings.

Having dealt with a street rat for years the humans made their move surrounding the cloaked group, “You elves, get this street rat from our city, or next time we will kill her!”

In the vision Izzabelle could feel her heart racing perhaps she should flee.

Izzabelle watched as the cloaked elf unmasked himself to be Varicar! “Human… Your idle threats do not scare us, your disrespect only further proves why my people forsake your kind to such lives like this…” Varicar said,

Izzabelle’s gasps her grip on Sericon tightens as she recognizes Varicar, from the memory. How could she have forgotten him.

“We will kill her then!!” The human roared, Izzabelle watched behind a nearby pillar, she nearly moved to leave when two guards rushed her from behind!

She struggles like a wild beast as they attack her, wrestling her to the ground. Asshe pulls a knife to stab one, she feels a sharp blow to the back of her head, pain, then darkness.

“For crimes against Stromgarde, in the regards of burglary, piracy, arson, assault and battery, kidnapping, disturbing the peace, witchcraft, extortion, theft, vandalism, robbery, public intoxication, and conspiracy to harm the crown, we have sentenced this street rat to death!” The guard roared! Izzabelle struggled against her bonds, half of the charges were nonsense!

Those disgusting pigs half the crimes listed were bogus. Most committed by the very guards that were doing this farce of a trial. But still it wasn’t looking good, she struggles harder.

Izzabelle spied the same group of cloaked figures watching the show, the one in the front was Varicar, but another cloaked figure leaned over whispering to Varicar, it was the first time Izzabelle saw Sericon…

She had known Sericon from when she was younger. The revelation shocks her for a moment, did he remember her. Also there was Varicar again.

The guard stood upright, something was different before declaring loudly “It has been discussed, and the elves have agreed to take the street rat away to face justice on her own lands! Those harmed by her actions will be compensated!” The fat guard wandered away from the crowd of human faces before with a sneer he punched Izzabelle across the face hard knocking her out.

Izzabelle wanted to track that fat wretch down and skin him alive. Then drop him in a vat of slow working acid.

The first thing she heard was Sericon’s voice, “You see? I knew I felt something different about this one…” Sericon spoke, Varicar came next, “Interesting, but nonetheless how does she help us resurrect our goal?” Varicar hissed, “she is merely a street rat with such things within her, whatever she was it’s probably not worth the effort…” Varicar said, he didn’t sound pleased… “I can tell, even now she has the sympathy of his magic… She is useful…” Sericon said back before they stopped…

Izzabelle found her mind filling with questions. Resurrect who? What was within her? What did that jerk mean not worth the effort? She growls it seemed Varicar had always been a baboons back end. The sympathy of who’s magic?

Within moments the good over Izzabelle’s Head was pulled off, revealing to her that they were in some sort of cave system… The first thing Izzabelle did was struggle, Sericon cloaked in a dark robe, was the first seen before her, “Stop struggling, if we wanted to kill you, we would have let those barbaric humans do it…” Sericon said,

Izzabelle continues breathing hard as she lays against Sericons chest. Her body trembling slightly, the chasms in her mind not as deep or wide as they nice were. She turns her head and leaves it resting on his shoulder. “Would you have let those Barbaric humans kill me Sericon?” Izzabelle asks as she slowly recovers from the sudden influx of memories. “What did you see? Who was I suppose to help Resurrect? I also see that Varicar was alway a bit of a jerk.” She asks and states while still not moving from where she is.

[Fushan-emerald-dream (Fushan)]

“Sorry if you don’t mind me asking, how do you know Myrandah. Also from what you mentioned, it doesn’t sound like she found Izzabelle.”

Fushan reached up and pulled his beard with his hand as thought back on all the answers in his mind… “Know Myrandah? Why she found me on the tallest peak of Pandaria. But as you say, no we have yet to find Izzabelle yet. Though we know where she is.” Fushan said, it was slightly cryptic but it was just how the old pandaren spoke.

“It would seem she as taken a liking to him as well, Introductions first, I am Elasande Westmore, the little mischief maker is Elizabeth Westmore, everyone calls her Lizzie. Her mother is Myrandah, Myrandah left a pair of dwarves brothers while back. The brothers had been looking to find the elven daughter of a Gnome friend of their.”

Fushan nodded as Elasande spoke, but while he did so kept a eye on Wushi. The playful air elemental could get even more crazt at times, first it was merely throwing the women in the air but if Wushi got to excited who knows what might happen. Wushi has gotten in trouble before for taking others children without asking, they always came back but that was after their parents usually got all worked up looking for a missing child. It seeemed however that Lizzie would be the first to get overexcited sprouting draconian wings and making her way down to Fushan and Elasande. “Quite a family you have there. It is great to meet you all.” Fushan said nodding his head his attempt at a small bow since he was sitting.

“My name is Fushan Thunderjade, I am just a old pandaren Shaman who had the pleasure of meeting some gnomes, dwarves and others. One of those resilient little gnomes brought Myrandah to me on that mountain. Though the others have split I have decided to follow Myrandah on her quest to find who is lost.” Fushan said sipping the tea and telling his tale, “She was eager to get home however, she left this old bear behind, but I am a clever old bear…” Fushan said with a cheeky grin flashing his hearthstone.

“That was fun fwying without my wings, Auntie Sande says I shouldn’t be showing my wings. But they ahwa wahwehwawe pretty Sihwa.” Lizzie explains with all the seriousness of a small child. “My papa was a dwagon but he is dead now, Jemi says that I am an ewwith heowah.”

Fushan glanced down at Lizzie, “Your wings are quite vibrant young one. I am sorry to hear that about your papa.” Fushan said, perhaps later he should show her Shandain, his cloud serpent.

[Sericon-emerald-dream]

“from up here, you still look rather short.”

Sericon only gave a cheeky grin, he was about to roll around till he was on top before Izzabelle wrapper her arms around him and hugged him. That’s when she tightened her grip, Sericon’s own mind felt a bit fluttered as well, causing him to lay back…

“Would you have let those Barbaric humans kill me Sericon?” Izzabelle asks as she slowly recovers from the sudden influx of memories. “What did you see? Who was I suppose to help Resurrect? I also see that Varicar was alway a bit of a jerk.” She asks and states while still not moving from where she is.

Sericon looked over to Izzabelle’s resting form, his mind going back to that day… It felt like long ago, but considering how old the elf was, it was a more recent part of his life, a time when his skills in fel were more desired by dark forces… He had joined up with a rather dark cult trying to resurrect a demon of incredible darkness…

Sericon was mixed among his cult brothers, coming in to this pitiful human town for supplies… The cult, had been set up in a rather deep set of caves near the coast of the Arathi Highlands and Hinterlands to the north, taking great care to avoid contact with the trolls, Wildhammer dwarves and Stromgarde… The cult had to remain a secret, even though the damned guardian had simply vanished, the Kirin tor could still storm their base wiping them out forever, if what they were planning was discovered… Upon reaching the human city of Stromgarde, the pompous guards confronted Varicar, their leader at the time over a elven women who had been stealing from them… The fools, Even though there had been elves among them, the group had no loyalty to Quel’Thalas.

Varicar hissed at the imbecilic guard, no doubt if there had not been forced to remain anonymous, Varicar would have slain the man right were he stood. While they were engaged in talking, some fight appeared to break out nearby before two idiotic looking guards dragged a young looking roughed up elf to the guard that confronted Varicar. The guards turned to each other, proud of their abysmal success, “Execution today boys!” They cheered before dragging the elf away and beginning their preparations to execute Izzabelle… As they dragged Izzabelle away, Sericon narrowed his eyes, was that the signiture of fel? Why would a so called street rat carry a fel signiture?

While Varicar and the others traversed the city gathering supplies for food, spells, weapons, pickaxes to expand their subterranean home… Sericon made his way to the center of town, the spot the young elf was bound on a cross being prepared for execution… She was still unconscious but Sericon still had to work around the buffoonish guards… It took many hours and patience, but Sericon had derived that Izzabelle was a fel infused elf of some kind, the form was however dormant… A few other things stood out, the magic that apparently was responsible for the form was like the being they were trying to resurrect, like a apprentice or student under the great dark demon… There yet seemed even after all that something else about the women, that Sericon couldn’t quite place his finger on yet…

Sericon had been standing waiting for hours before the crowd joined up to watch the elf get executed… His other cult brothers now stood with him… Varicar made his way to the front, turning his hooded head towards Sericon. “Why is it you take such interest in this street rat?” Sericon watched as they started reading charges about the women, she had just begun to wake up… “She is unique… She has fel in her blood… In a world so deprived of fel magic users like me, perhaps it is wise we take her in rather than let her go to waste and die…” Sericon whispered, he looked at Varicar, “The magic that seems to carry that form is related to the one we must resurrect… Give the command, I’ll send Lith to ensorcel the guard…” Sericon whispered, something just told him, this women was important, she was more than a street rat… Varicar seemed to debate the idea in his head a bit before nodding signaling to Sericon approval. Sericon looked to his right sending Lith forward through the crowds, she wasn’t even from Azeroth, Lith was his succubi… The mental manipulation was a success, they were to be given the young elven women.

Back in the subterranean place they called home, the staging point for all their dark rituals to resurrect the dark creature, They had dragged Izzabelle after that worm of a human knocked her out… Sericon moved towards the women, she had been put in handcuffs and covered by a bag to ensure she didn’t try to run, weaving his hands he pulled a signal of fel only to see it respond to Izzabelle’s body, she had a ability to use the magic… “You see? I knew I felt something different about this one…” Sericon spoke, Varicar glanced at the magic, “Interesting, but nonetheless how does she help us resurrect our goal?” Varicar hissed, “she is merely a street rat with such things within her, whatever she was it’s probably not worth the effort…” Varicar said, he didn’t sound pleased… “I can tell, even now she has the sympathy of his magic… She is useful…” Sericon responded, before Varicar simply sighed and turned away to leave but halted staying between Sericon and the door. Sericon removed the women’s head covering revealing to her the cave system…

The women began to struggle, something she would regret, if she broke free Varicar would end her… He could not allow the secrets in this cave to be revealed to the outside… “Stop struggling, if we wanted to kill you, we would have let those barbaric humans do it…” Sericon said, in truth he was trying to save her from what would happen if she broke free… Varicar grunted, he didn’t trust her… “If she fails the test, we will have to kill her…” The elf hissed, Sericon didn’t look back, “I know what I saw…” Sericon stated, he didn’t know how to explain it then, but now he guessed it might’ve been some form of magic like Isaik’s sight, a bond of destiny transcending time…

“Would you have let those Barbaric humans kill me Sericon?” Izzabelle asks as she slowly recovers from the sudden influx of memories. “What did you see? Who was I suppose to help Resurrect? I also see that Varicar was alway a bit of a jerk.”

Sericon thought of the questions Izzabelle asked again… The elf considered how he felt that fateful day… “No, But I might not have survived if I had gone against Varicar’s orders…” Sericon said, as for what he saw? “I saw your felblood form, it’s faint connection to the being we now know as The Master, finally I think I saw our bond even then…” Sericon said a grin forming… “As for the resurrection? We were trying to ressurect Zalak, a part of the being that is now Isaik.” Sericon said, he chuckled at her thoughts of Varicar, “He was stern, it seemed like he was cruel, but in a time where we could be destroyed if discovered, his harsh rules ensured we were invisible…” Sericon paused for a moment he wasn’t sure Izzabelle knew, “You know the Varicar you know now is a homunculus right? The construct probably doesn’t even know those same memories!” Sericon laughed, he laid his head back down… He could stay there forever if it wasn’t for the look from Skalaz…

[Myrandah-dalaran]

Myrandah stood next to the Portal in Stormwind waiting for Grundel to come through. The Dwarf hadn’t been to pleased when he discovered that they weren’t off to look for his missing baubles. Myrandah’s were still ringing from the slew of curse words that fell from that greedy Dwarfs mouth. The nearby Pandaren children learned some rather colorful words that day. Still she waits, one minute, three minutes, ten minutes. It occurs to her that the curse on the dwarves brothers could of meant he was sent somewhere else. Myrandah does a quick scan of the room. She doesn’t see Elasande, or Lizzie anywhere. She could of sworn they said they were coming to meet her. Still knowing her chatterbox daughter, she was probably talking some poor souls ear off. Looking around once more, she leaves when she realizes for sure they are not there.

Myrandah exits the Mage Tower and starts to make her way to Elasande’s house to talk with her about the upcoming battle and the dangers that they would be facing. She also needed to get Lizzie and bring her home. Myrandah reaches up and touches her face. She can feel what the illusion hides, the dead fel corrupted flesh. A curse from that wicked fel Monk, a reminder that he had marked her. She clears her mind as she rounds the corner, The Blue Recluse was nearly in view. As she gets closer she hears a familiar sounding voice. [quote=“Elasande-suramar, post:994, topic:12462”]
Sihwa.” Lizzie explains with all the seriousness of a small child. “My papa was a dwagon but he is dead now, Jemi says that I am an ewwith heowah.” Lizzie says chattering on, as children do.
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Fushan glanced down at Lizzie, “Your wings are quite vibrant young one. I am sorry to hear that about your papa.” Fushan said,

Myrandah quickens her steps when she hears the conversation, and comes upon the scene of her daughter sitting on a Pandaren’s lap. She couldn’t get a good look at the Pandaren because her daughters wings were blocking the view. “Elizabeth Anne Westmore, tuck your wings back in.” Myrandah says in a stern but gentle voice. The little girl lets a scream and swiftly pulls her wings back in before scrambling off Fushan’s lap. “Momma, momma, she makes a mad dash for Myrandah and jumps. She is caught mid leap and spun in a circle. “Momma I met a pandowin he wikes my wings.” Lizzie tell her mother before squirming to be put down. As Myrandah sets her daughter on the ground, Lizzie grabs her hand pulling towards the table.

Now that Lizzie wasn’t blocking the view, Myrandah realizes who the Pandaren is. It was the one that the Gnome had taken her to see. Moving up to the Panda she bows respectfully. “I’m so very sorry for having forgotten back there.” She says, sorrow evident in her voice and the way that she held herself. “I see that you have met my chatterbox, and my Sister-n-law.” Myrandah speaks, as she rubs Lizzie’s head. “I’m not a chattoobox momma, I’m a pwivateaoh.” Lizzie says with her face scrunched up in a scowl. Myrandah laughs “okay, okay, your a privateer.” She says as she looks over at Elasande, and Fushan. “We should talk but here probably isn’t the best of places to do so.” Myrandah says her voice low. Elasande finishes her tea then stands, “We can return to my place it isn’t far, if everyone is okay with that?” Myrandah nods her accent at the idea and looks around at the other patrons while waiting to hear Fushan’s reply. “Hey Ella why is that void elf in the corner giving you such nasty looks?” She asks. “Don’t ask, just please don’t ask.” Elasande replies her face still a little pink.

[Salkeen-emerald-dream (Salkeen)]

“Lord Salkeen, Defending myself shouldn’t be a problem, hitting something that lacks existence is kind of impossible. Yet breaking things in the testing room might prove to be problematic for me, do to that same lack of existence.”

Salkeen turned his burning visage towards Ahcirej, “I do not doubt your ability, your unbound form might prove a challenge for anything the Juggernaut has created… But realize he will be more than willing to test your form, if not this time, in the next… As for bring forth destruction? I trust you will find a way to use your power!” Salkeen commanded, he fully trusted his minions to be strong enough for the task… The Juggernaut wasn’t even essentially testing the elves so much as testing the machines and inventions of his own on the strongest thing he knew, the two women would just happen to be apart of such a endeavor. As for Ahcirej’s unbound form? The Juggernaut had not truly met a force he could not break, her form would only push them to create something that could harm a unbound.

“Oh wonderful!” Jericha says with a slight sneer to her voice. “Don’t worry I will be more then happy to step aside so that the Juggernaut, and you, may play your war games, Lord Salkeen.”

Salkeen snapped his attention to Jericha, his burning eyes were so very focused on his minion. “What is a matter Jericha, you don’t wish to cause pain and agony? So very unlike you…” Salkeen’s eyes flashed for but a moment as he goaded her on, “Did you not think the Juggernaut would not have some living beings to bring your despair upon?” Salkeen gave a cruel dark laugh, the Juggernaut used more than just machines, Infact the truth was the ruler of that domain was not by one but two beings. They kept each other in check, creating works of terror unlike any other, though Jericha had only seen the great Reaver in Pandaria, the Juggernaut also created weapons and armor… Such things had to be tested with more biological means…

“As always I will do as you Command Lord Salkeen.”

“As I have come to know you would.” Salkeen gave a menacing grin under his mask… This was Jericha’s first time meeting the Juggernaut, and although the demon lord could have asked the being to come to the Kiln, if Salkeen desired a perfect machined body for Ahcirej they would need to craft it at the All-Forge…

She has an idea as to what the reaver is for, yet it is still the blade that draws her attention. Did he have to fight to obtain the miniature thing. Part of her mind wants to set the little reaver ablaze with holy fire. Not to destroy it, but more to cleanse it of any possible impurities. Still for now she doesn’t to do that, instead she waits to see what her Lord will say next.

Salkeen could see Ahcirej examining the miniature reaver, “That is for your safe transportation to the Juggernaut’s realm. The entirety of the subterranean kingdom is warded heavily, and we know not much of your unbound form and how it might react to a teleportation to such a place, while exposed… Do whatever you need to this machine so you can use it temporarily…” Salkeen commanded they would be heading out as soon as Ahcirej was ready.

Lord Salkeen had only one last task to do, they were ready… The demon lord dismissed his Blooded minion, the elf lowering his blade and immediately vacating the room… The presenting of the sword was a timeless thing the Blooded did, after completing their task they would kneel and present their weapon to their lord, if he found the tasks completion unsatisfactory, The demonic lord would slay the Blooded with their own blades… Salkeen extended his arms calling forth fel from the Kiln and activating the gateways that would take them to Azeroth… The room lit up revealing several demonic gateways of the most complicated nature, they were like a unholy mixture of legion power and gnomish gyroscopes! The largest one in the center groaned to life as fel flooded into it from around the Kiln spinning up into a great circular portal ready to send the three to the Juggernaut’s domain. Salkeen would wait to ensure Ahcirej could inhabit the miniature reaver before he would direct them through the portal…

[Jericha-draka (Jericha)]

Salkeen snapped his attention to Jericha, his burning eyes were so very focused on his minion. “What is a matter Jericha, you don’t wish to cause pain and agony? So very unlike you…” Salkeen’s eyes flashed for but a moment as he goaded her on,

Jericha lets out a small sigh and steps away from Lord Salkeen so that she can walk around and get a better look at her surroundings. They were high above the fel Star. She stayed without a few feet knowing they would be leaving soon. She shakes her head with disgust, before Lord Salkeen speaks. “I always wish to bring pain, agony, fear, despair, upon my foes…” Jericha sneers, pausing to examining her void corrupted claws. “and my friends. To drag out their screams, to watch them writhing about on the ground. Sobbing, begging, pleading for a release that will not be coming, until I see that last flash of hope die.” Jericha says looking up at her Lord with a mock smile. “This is just me being tested against a bunch of drones, of that I could care less. As I said I will not get in the way of your little War Games…Lord Salkeen. But I will use everything at my disposal to end everything as soon as possible. That includes my uncontrollable void, as it is much stronger. Still I will not touch your Juggernaut My Lord.” Jericha says focusing her artifact eye inwards.

“Did you not think the Juggernaut would not have some living beings to bring your despair upon?” Salkeen gave a cruel dark laugh,

Jericha turns to Lord Salkeen, and smiles maliciously. “I could care less about whether the Juggernaut has living being or not. This is nothing but an egotistical, testosterone match to see which of you has the biggest…”

“Jericha.” Ahcirej snaps before she can finish what she is saying.

Jericha turns to her other half and lets out a derisive snort. “Please I know what it is, and it’s not my forte.” She turns back to Lord Salkeen, with a small bow. “Try not to take forever My Lord, I would prefer to be doing thing actually worth my time. I apologize if playing war games isn’t one of them.” She says, growing silent once more, as she turns her mind inward. She wasn’t yet fully recovered, getting up and moving around was easy. She had used much of what she had on that pathetic wind witch. So she concentrates filling her reserves with void, creating seams so that she can open rifts, gateways, and Portals, at a moments notice. Her fel dances and swirls around the seemingly endless vortex of void. Lord Salkeen being more susceptible to Jericha’s void, would feel a massive influx in void coming from his void witch. Most of it tempered like steel mastered and controlled. Yet the edges are wild, corruptive, and uncontrollable, they seek destruction of all things. Jericha pays no mind to the following conversation between Lord Salkeen, and Ahcirej. Nor does she bother with the return of the Felblood. She will be ready when the time comes, that should be good enough.

[Ahcirej-moon-guard (Ahcirej)]

Salkeen turned his burning visage towards Ahcirej, “I do not doubt your ability, your unbound form might prove a challenge for anything the Juggernaut has created… But realize he will be more than willing to test your form, if not this time, in the next…

Ahcirej looks up at Lord Salkeen, confusion written across her face. “Do you mean my unbound form My Lord.” She asks her voiced layered with uncertainty. “He could possess all the magic, all the power of the cosmos, and wouldn’t be able to touch my unbound form. Just as it is couldn’t do the same. It is the same as being not there at all, non existence you could say. That form cannot be interacted with in that way, nor can it interact with others in that way. For that I must take on a different form, ghostly, Ethereal, elemental, magical, humanoid, or most recently mechanical. It is then that I have existence, then that I can be sent back into the form of non existence. In which I would have to recover, if I didn’t actually vanish completely.” Ahcirej pauses her holographic form shimmers “even now the possibility exists that I could be completely unmade at any given time. And Izzabelle is no longer in possession of the one thing that could save me. Unlike the rest, in the end my existence cannot be saved. But I will fight for you with everything I have, and all that I am until that day My Lord. With that she kneels before him, her head bowed respectfully.

“I could care less about whether the Juggernaut has living being or not. This is nothing but an egotistical, testosterone match to see which of you has the biggest…”

“Jericha.” Ahcirej snaps before Jericha can finish what she is saying. Jericha turns and makes a snide comment, but thankfully doesn’t continue. Hopefully when they got where they were going, Jericha wouldn’t be as hostile as she was at the moment. Ahcirej could tell that she was by the minute fluctuating of void and fel, she was Erving to create an shadowfel amalgamation that would make what she did on Centralis seem like a firecracker. It is about this time that the Blooded returns with the mini reaver, and her attention is drawn to it.

Salkeen could see Ahcirej examining the miniature reaver, “That is for your safe transportation to the Juggernaut’s realm. The entirety of the subterranean kingdom is warded heavily, and we know not much of your unbound form and how it might react to a teleportation to such a place, while exposed… Do whatever you need to this machine so you can use it temporarily…” Salkeen commanded

“I am certain I would be fine in my unbound form. Especially if I was teleporting through with you Lord Salkeen. But nevertheless I do need more practice shunting in and out of mechanized, and computerized constructions.” She scans the mini reaver for anything that might be considered living. Finding nothing her hologram disperses, a second later the mini reaver comes to life. The second she shunts into it the changes start. The fel originally used to power it is obliterated, in its place burns holy fire. Ahcirej’s mind becomes part of it central control system, while the rest of her flows throughout the rest. Holy flames burn in the area where fel would normally be seen. Flames shoot up off of the turrets on her back. Ahcirej grins this little guy is packing a bit of an Arsenal of power. She could probably take out a few smaller enemies before having to abandon it. The reaver brings one of its arms out before it. A ball of flame starts coalescing in front of its hand. Within Ahcirej smiles and dismisses the ball of fire. In this form she still had access to her Magic that was a plus. She turns to Lord Salkeen. I’m ready to meet this Juggernaut Lord Salkeen. She says speaking directly into his mind.

[Jaseiah-ravenholdt]

Jaseiah carefully makes her way deeper into the lair of this? She could only describe it as either genius or completely insane being. She passes by a large pit, the smell nearly causes her to vomit as she gets closer. She skirts along the edges, and brings a cloth up over her face to help neutralize the horrific stench, of sulphur, defecation, and rotting flesh. Jaseiah makes the mistake of peering down into it. It is like looking into some sick twisted horrifying nightmare. It is filled with the half eaten half rotting bodies of monstrous creation, that never should have been thought of. Jaseiah shudders as gags, a large spray of bile spilling from her mouth into the pit. It is then that one of the seemingly dead monstrosities turns in partially eaten skull in her direction. Jaseiah stumbles back away from the pit. where some of those creatures still alive in there? Tossed in as failed experiments, the stronger devouring the weaker, as they are being slowly eaten by vermin, and disease. she quickly makes her way past the pit and into a passage way that leads deeper into this Laboratory of Madness.

before the glass creaked open and let Ahcire drop to the floor. The first thing Ahcire could do was cough and vomit up the amniotic fluid that filled his lungs,

The sound of something hitting the floor, followed by coughing and gagging has Jaseiah Moving more quickly down the passage towards where it is coming from. Her weapon drawn, a spell right on the tip of her tongue. She sees that she will have to round a sharp corner to continue. A perfect place for something to ambush her, if she isn’t cautious. She summons her fel flames and sends them around the corner, before jumping around the corner ready to engage in combat. There’s nothing a few yards away a door stands slightly ajar. From there she can hear movement, she creeps ever closer.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Ahcire called out…

Just as Jaseiah reaches the door it swings open with a loud creaking sound before banging against the wall. Jaseiah lets out a shocked scream, and nearly drops her weapon. It is then that she notices him. How could she not notice him, he was practically right in front of her. She knew Him, better yet she knew who he once was, she once was. Jaseiah slowly approaches the Elf, just because she remembers doesn’t mean that he does. Licking her lips she speaks “Ahcire?” Her eyes travel down his form, “Looks like you acquired a few new bits.” She finished with a grin spreading across her face.