Izzabelle doesn’t question what the Artificer is saying. He was a Master at this, and would better understand the changes. Still she was a little perplexed she didn’t think of herself as any sort of superior being. She could shape change into a few different monsters, and she suffered an infestation. But does that make me superior, Sericon seems mush stronger, the faceless one much more powerful. What could possibly make me a superior being compared to them. Obviously the Master Artificer is able to see something that I don’t. Izzabelle has no reason to believe that Skalaz would be dishonest. Plus the memories she recalled gave mention to a power that echoed of the Master. So it was a case of having to somehow tap into this superior power. But how do you tap into something that you have no idea how to tap into. About this time She expels one of her spiderlings, and it goes through its changes.
Izzabelle looks over at him and nods she did indeed want to be able to better blend in with her surroundings. Being able to disguise yourself was key, to slip in unnoticed, or to simply be just some unassuming figure was key to many things.
Izzabelle who’s attention had been drawn to Rekkagg and his pets, head snaps back towards the Artificer as he speaks. “Master Artificer I don’t know how I change forms the way that I do. It is just something that I can do, but I haven’t any notion as to how or why I can.” Izzabelle states confusion seeping into her voice, a headache coming on as she tries to recall a memory long forgotten. she winces her face scrunching up as sharp pain lances through her heard. Izzabelle rubs her temples and smiles faintly “This happens every time I try to remember something.” She explains with a soft sigh, before addressing Skalaz again. “Do you think the changes are tied to my subconscious Master Artificer. Like my body somehow reacts to what it believes that I need. Then perhaps I could learn to change into other forms?” Izzabelle questions trying to think of the possibilities. “Still how do I even tap into such a power, how does it even work. It wouldn’t do for me to switch into a silithid Reaver while trying to infiltrate Stormwind.” Izzabelle says her attention drawn back to the chimera, something about them echoed with her.
Recalling something from before she moves closer to Sericon. Her eyes scan his entire form, filling with confusion. She walks around him, looking and searching for something. Finally she stops, reaches up and yanks his helm off. She slides her right hand around his neck and pulls him down to her level. She pushes his hair and tentacles aside and sees what she is looking for. Well not quite what she was looking for but there one of them were. One of the spiderlings that Izzabelle had given to him to hold was now a permanent part of Sericons flesh, like a living tattoo. Izzabelle is shocked when she realizes that it is actually still alive. It can move along Sericons flesh, when it does it feels like water moving beneath the skin. She also discovers that she still has a sentient connection to it… them. She had no idea where the other spiderling was hiding but she knew they were now a permanent part of Sericon and couldn’t be separated from him. She wonders If Her Bonded would be able to hear her if she communicates with the spiderling.
The Juggernaut rose his shield high it’s impenetrable form acting like a umbrella in a demonic hellstorm. This was the power the Juggernaut desired, how was he expected to design a machine that could survive such things without testing them against such power! Across the field uncontrolled void and furious fel energy wrecked havoc across all of the Juggernaut’s troops… The Juggernaut was especially interested in the abilities of the individual who seemed to be able to control his machines from the inside. Perhaps by luck or her own skill the women had kept the reavers still functioning!
The Juggernaut rose, he noticed something wasn’t quite right with Salkeen and his void witch yet, neither prideful individuals would accept defeat regardless.
From the side one of the massive reavers came blitzing towards Drednautt swinging down a blade comprised of the Juggernaut’s newest inventions. Had he been slower or weaker, it probably would’ve killed him, but as usual the Juggernaut’s shield moved to block! Regardless the encompassing explosion sent the Juggernaut backwards skidding towards the arenas edge with twisted metal between him and Ahcirej… “You fight good, I see why the lord chose to have you as one of his favored!” The Juggernaut spoke twisting his hammer in his right hand, the Juggernaut has no doubt the reavers systems were probably issuing warnings about the danger of the weapon to beings of metal or rock…
The Juggernaut tugged his beard for a second, “Lets make this more fair…” He gave a toothed orcish smile before the hammer began to glow impossibly red and vanished replacing it with a long metal blade. The orc raised his shield, “How do you enjoy my reavers? Any suggestions to make them tougher?” The Orc paused for a second, “I don’t believe I know your name yet!” The Orc shrugged, “Surely you can tell me while we test these machines!” The Juggernaut roared blitzing in close, now that Ahcirej was near she would see the orc’s incredible speed relied on burst fire rockets located on the orcs back and boots! Rushing in with a speed that seemed unlike his size, he used his power to shoulder check the reaver in the left leg trying to force it to stagger! The orc followed his move up by sliding his blade into the adjacent leg trying to force the massive metal robot to cone crashing down. The Juggernaut was clever, he hoped the women would recognize the systems within to help the reaver right itself in surprisingly short amounts of times.
The Juggernaut leapt back after they sparred, raising his shield once more to block any projectiles Ahcirej might launch, “Those two seem like they have a complicated relationship!” The Orc spoke glancing at Salkeen fighting his own minions void. The Juggernaut glanced up at the reaver Ahcirej was currently controlling, he was much more effective at harming targets if they were more his size, unless he used his hammer, it was a challenge to test the women without ending the fight too early. Even with all the power of the reaver at her disposal, the machine was still created by the Juggernaut, he knew where every system was placed, each joint, each bolt to each part. Barehanded the orc could dismantle the reaver, but then he would learn nothing about its battlefield presence and the women inside.
The Juggernaut himself had little to worry about, the armor that covered his body was the most advanced thing he had ever created, made from Blackrock ore and Elementium, the resulting creation was a armor that was nearly indestructible, and so long as the opponent didn’t use ethereal attacks Drednautt could cleave through targets with impunity. The power the armor gave to him, adhered to his flesh in several areas, was the reason he was known as the Juggernaut, he was nearly impossible to bring down, and it was exactly why he was the guardian to the entrance of the Sub domain. Still the orc has his weaknesses… “So I am told by my own minions, Lord Salkeen, brought you here for a body?” The Juggernaut asked raising his shield to block a inevitable attack.
Skalaz nodded, he kept his eyes on the working drudges as they continued to empty out the lab. “It would be hard to know how to do these things for you. It’s hard to explain but you are a superior being, you have access to these powers and abilities, and if I were to guess most were probably not from your parents, but even if they were…” Skalaz tried to figure out the best way to tell Izzabelle, “A young animal learns how to survive from its parents, you did not get that chance, so you must do your best to explore what you are capable of.” The goblin said, he glared at a rather careless drudge that was carrying vials of acid, the goblin had half a mind to cause the glass to burst…
Skalaz observed Izzabelle for a moment, it was highly likely, “Perhaps, your forms could be a designed magic evolutionary response to outside stimuli. It might give you what is best to survive and thrive in your environment.”
Skalaz nodded, he could see how that might’ve been a issue but others had their own opinions. Skalaz rose a eyebrow as Izzabelle made her way towards Sericon, a interestedly intriguing thing seemed to occur the spiders Izzabelle had given earlier had adhered themselves under the void elves flesh.
It became quite apparent to Ahcirej right from the start that this Orc known as the Juggernaut held a lot more power than Lord Salkeen. It also occurs to her as she watches him skid across the arena towards the edge. That this Reaver that she is occupying is about useless for anything but a shield. This becomes well known to her when she sees that the attack, while tearing up the arena floor. Didn’t so much as put a Knick in the Orcs armor. System Warning: Subject Juggernaut: weapon: Hammer of the Creator: It is advised that this weapon be avoided at all costs, I repeat it is advised that this weapon be avoided at all costs. Chance of total destruction upon contact is 88.7%. System Warning:.Yes, yes I get it avoid the Hammer, much easier said than done. First let’s do some rearranging in here, doesn’t seem fair that he knows where to strike. With that thought Ahcirej quickly shifts the Fel Reavers power cores to different areas of it body.
Ahcirej swiftly reprograms its voice protocols to allow her more freedom when it came to speech. “Thanks, you defend well, I see that it’s going to take more than just Physical attacks, and Magical attacks to touch you… Hmmm let me see if I can figure this out.” As she speaks like the Reaver she possessed earlier this one becomes light forged, the fel in it switches to a combination of fire and holy.
Once the hammer vanished the system warming going off in her mind stopped as well. She grins from within the Reaver at least now it was more fair. “More Fair?” She gives a hearty laugh, “You Mister Juggernaut know these Reavers inside and out. You know their strengths, their weaknesses.” Hopefully some of the changes she could make from within would keep the Fel Reaver up a bit longer. While speaking she is rapidly rewriting its programming to attack the Juggernaut, if she disengages. “As for making them tougher, I would suggest using the material that you use for your own armor and shield. If there’s not enough to cover the entire Reaver. Then use them to protect the cores, and joints. That will prevent them from being dropped to easily.” Ahcirej explains bracing for an attack, while preparing one of her own. “Sorry I’m Ahcirej.” She says…
Ahcirej felt the Reaver start to stagger as the Juggernaut shoulder checked the left leg. Engage the stabilizers. Ahcirej commands, just as the Juggernaut drives his blade into the adjacent leg. Stabilizers engaging, left leg damage at 15%: right leg damage at 12%. the machine sends the information straight to her mind. *Start repair protocols when the legs reach 45% damage. Ahcirej communes back to the Reaver, as the Reaver stumbles back a step or two before stabilizing. Holy fire burns down the length of the blade she is holding. It lights up like the sun, holy flames shooting up off of the blade. She swing the blade down one handed, while firing an heavy artillery shell at his chest, one that explodes in holy magic and fire, instead of Fel.
The Juggernaut could swear that he just saw the Fel Reaver roll its eyes when it glances over at the two Legion Commanders. “You don’t know the half of it. Lord Salkeen suffers from a chronic case of Raging hemorrhoids, and Jericha acts more like kerosene than a soothing balm. Jericha doesn’t enjoy these types of battles, not because she sees them as not being strong enough. But because she prefers the more intimate battles with beings that can truly be tortured and broken. To her Troggs, and machines no matter how powerful aren’t worth her time.” Ahcirej says watching as her attacks bounce off the Juggernauts shield. As this happens Ahcirej pulls more metal towards her creating an extra layer of external protection. She then brings a fiery shield up around it. With the power cores relocated, she sets the Reavers system to start the programming for the release of a reinforced Fire bomb. Ahcirej starts to power the Reaver up, so that it can enter flight mode, and take to the air. Her plan is to drop the fire bomb from above while avoiding as much ch damage as possible.
Switching the Reavers controls temporarily to Autopilot, Ahcirej starts spell casting, from the Light Reavers core a moment later a divine star blasts forth headed right for the Juggernaut.
Ahcirej smiles from within the Reaver. “That is the plan, get me a body that doesn’t crumble to dust after a few hours. Something inconspicuous but powerful enough to survive being dropped into a fel Star. A body with the power to cut through armies of men like a hot knife through butter. One that fills hearts and minds with unspeakable dread, as they realize that death is the only welcome they will be receiving.” Ahcirej says she is certain now that this Orc was the best possibility at creating something of that magnitude. With the Light Reaver shielded and at 85% power she braces for the next attack.
Rekkagg only gave a bloodthirsty smile back, “The Silent Blade, I know much more than others think, I am the Masters personal assassin, bounty and spy… Lets just say I know a bit…” The Orc laughed…
“There is nothing wrong in personal satisfaction in a massacre! The happiest people are those who love their job, and I… do enjoy my job…” The Orc said snapping his neck and loosening his muscles for a great time he was gonna have.
The orc grinned, this was what he wanted to hear, trolls were primitive creatures, in this modern Azeroth the multitude of wild tribes were a obsolete thing bound to be exterminated by some adventurer eventually… Rekkagg just took more pleasure in the job than some hired mercenaries working for some nearby town…
Rekkagg kept up his boasting posture, trying to whip his two students into a blood frenzy but even while doing such a thing he did observe what was being said and going on… Rekkagg himself had memory issues as well, when switching from body to body so many times memories became garbled, skewed like staticky overlays of pictures, so many that the images were indecipherable. So this was it, Izzabelle and Sericon both had the same issues in loss memory, perhaps the three would get along better than he thought.
This time Rekkagg had to interject, it was how would one put it? A teaching moment? Something like that… Leaping down from his great insect the orc made it over closer to Izzabelle before looking down at her, he was slightly taller being a Orc. “Why wouldn’t it do to be a silithid reaver in Stormwind?” The Orc asked, it was a hypothetical question, with his other hand he gestured over one of his own silithid reavers. The insect was about as big as the orc was standing beside him awaiting a command. “This creature is fast, as fast as a human horse but as deadly as any devilsaur… It’s compact enough to follow you into any space, and can burrow through the ground as well as any worm…” The Orc stated dragging his hand over the creatures chitinous hide, “If there was any beast that would be able to hide in Stormwind well, it’s a silithid…” The Orc said his eyes focused in awe over the creature he envied to be.
Rekkagg watched as Izzabelle May or May not have heeded his words, moving over back to her bonded elf… Sericon, one of the masters favored, joined long ago, even before he had… Sericon had been apart of the group trying to resurrect Zalak. They failed but still earned his favors… Until Varicar tried to rebel…
Sericon completely agreed, though most had intense desires to know something I’d they couldn’t remember, Sericon chalked it up to his affliction. He knew it didn’t matter much because he had be apart of the cultist group trying to ressurect the demon Zalak, it just basically meant whatever they had forgotten was in service of that goal.
Sericon scratcher the back of his head with a smile, “That is kinda the Master’s thing, he likes to remain anonymous, no matter how much we think we know what he has been messing with, we typically only know what he let you see.” Sericon said, only recently had the being known as the master make his presence much more open to Sericon. The elf wasn’t sure why, if it had been that the dark being saw Sericon as not that important or that he had other things he was attending too.
Sericon thought back to his day he saw Izzabelle on the Ered’Kiel, the women had looked so familiar… Yet Sericon would never have met the women if the eredar pilot before him had gotten the chance to fly her instead… The circumstance made Sericon wonder if that obstacle had been removed on purpose…
“Outside this vessel is the same cave system that our cult resides in long ago, it’s much deeper and more built up now, but at its core it was us who were here first.” Sericon said, he had faint memories of the cult society within the caves…
“I have no vengeance but I could teach those forest trolls to fear superior beings!” Sericon said flexing his muscles to show off. He was ready to do whatever, he was just genuinely happy Izzabelle was ok after the enhancements.
The elf however turned to watch Izzabelle and Skalaz discuss her condition, even if he had not had a personal hand in her creation, he seemed to understand a lot! The intelligence of the goblin on created organisms was impressive, perhaps it was his alchemical scans of the women, with each time he did, he seemed to dicipher more information. Sericon could only nod listening to the goblin, he however did notice the occasional glance towards a frosted over door…
Sericon moved over and placed his hand on her shoulder, he was there if she needed him. He himself just saw literal blank spaces, like a object was simply missing…
Sericon lifted his finger to perhaps tell Rekkagg that, that was probably not what Izzabelle had meant… It was too late however as the orc went on about the deadly nature of his chosen chimera pets… Sericon figured Izzabelle would tell him… Perhaps this wasn’t going to be so much like a master and students…
That when Izzabelle strikes! Clambering over to him and parting his hair like a chimpess looking for food she finds the spiders that Sericon had been hiding were very much alive, but in a different sort of way… Sericon glanced at his collar bone as it came down his body, “Well would you look at that…” Sericon said, “Mind moving to my biceps? You’d look better there, I have one rule spidey! No pretending to be a tramp stamp!” Sericon stated out-loud much to his immediate regret.
Isaik tilted his head as he listened to his Yumara, it was quiet perfect that the only individuals who even knew about Yumara’s lab were already among the organization… It ties up loose ends without needing to go and take care of the issue…
Isaik’s eyes flashed back as he rewatched information relating to Myrandah, “The individual who retrieved Smuggs… Intriguing she is looking for Izzabelle…” Isaik stated monotonously, he wondered if he couldn’t lure the girl somewhere with rumors that she might find Izzabelle…
Isaik stopped and turned his gaze directly at Yumara, “Oh no he has a great hatred for you specifically…” Isaik stated it was merely a fact Isaik could feel, something he didn’t particularly like however… It would benefit them all if the commanders atleast got along…
“This is the unfortunate reason why I had to relocate Izzabelle, death isn’t the main issue, the heroes abilities to be thorough that is…” Isaik hissed, in any situation where any of the commanders survived their were contingency plans in place to bring the whole organization back… It was this thoroughness of Isaik that caused the same from his enemies…
Isaik then went to place memories within Izzabelle’s mind, a short distraction like tripping Sericon and causing them both to tumble to the ground was all he needed to insert the memories that set Izzabelle’s mind in motion…
Isaik stuck around a mere shadow in a dark room, he needed to tie up a loose end before revealing something to Orion he wasn’t sure the feline would like…Right as Izzabelle winced in pain from fighting to remember something long gone, Isaik moved, the tiniest of void portal opened within Izzabelle’s pockets snatching a familiar crystal before receding within seconds, Isaik had no intention to be caught… Neither did he wish for the young Izzabelle to locate the trapped Reavrix… Isaik stared at the crystal, it was better off with the dark master…
Isaik couldn’t help but give a dark laugh that remained inaudible to the others ears as he heard Sericon speak, the elf had no idea how right he was… Isaik however had lingered for long enough, melting back into the walls the creature dematerailized among his Yumara and Orion who has been sitting upon a broom… “It is done, the memories now reside within Izzabelle’s mind…” Isaik stated before turning his gaze towards Orion, “Though there is something I must share with you… Forgive my deception but, The images you saw, the memories I inserted were not entirely fabricated…” Isaik paused, “Those memories were fashioned from knowledge and memories I learned from Sericon… Thirty four years ago…” Isaik hissed, “As a being with such a master of time I think you know what this means…” Isaik implied staring at the timeless being…
Izzabelle stops, and looks around before speaking again. “So we somehow managed to make it back to where we started.” She states having just recently recalled having her beginnings here with Sericon. She wonders if she will remember other things. It seemed to trigger when her and Sericon touched. Was it something to do with the two of them. Still she can feel that the faceless one is itching to g and eradicate a few thing.
Izzabelle listened as Rekkagg spoke about all the pro’s of being a Silithid Reaver in Stormwind. “I have nothing against being. Silthid Reaver in Stormwind.” She says once the faceless one has finished speaking. “However turning into one in a crowded shop wouldn’t be advised. Nor would it be helpful if you are talking with people trying to get information.” Izzabelle explains, or at least tries too. She cannot be certain that he can understand anything that isn’t go, go, go, kill, kill, kill. About this time she remembers the two spiderlings and goes to retrieve them from Sericon. She discovers shortly thereafter they have become a permanent part of his flesh
Izzabelle cannot help but burst out into laughter at the comment. The spiderling strikes its best come hither pose on his collarbone, before moving to his bicep. As it moves it shows that it has obtained another of its abilities. While moving it grows in size, it is now large enough to cover nearly all of his bicep. The other spiderling is still in hiding. “It would seem that my spiders have become rather attached to you.” Izzabelle states with a grin still on her face. Still her attention is being drawn to the Silithid Reaver type chimera. What draws her attention is that she can somehow sense a connection with them.
Izzabelle hugs Sericin then makes her way over to one of the Reavers. As she approaches it she is making good these strange sounds almost like she is communicating with it. Except that Izzabelle doesn’t seem to realize that she is even doing this. The Silithid Reaver that she approached is looking at her, speaking with the same sounds, and noises. Izzabelle nods reaches her hand out, her fingers no sooner brush the smooth chitlin hide, when she falls back screaming. Izzabelle hits the floor her body her body convulsing wildly as she howls in pain. Her bones are snapping and reforming, they tear through her flesh. She continues to shriek and thrash about as her body starts to warp and morph from the waist down. After a few horrific moments of agony, from the waist down Izzabelle’s body now is that of a Silithid. Still she screams the changes not finished. On either side of her torso beneath her arms, a second pair of arms grows. Except that these are not arms they are the appendages that the Silithid uses to dig and attack. Bug like forelegs that end in these serrated blades that are a permanent part of them. Izzabelle now has four arms, each one capable of death and destruction. The consistency of flesh changes to that of a Reavers chitlin hide. It covers everything inch of her skin. It o lay lasts a few moments but for Izzabelle the pain seemed without end. She quickly comes to her feet, the shock is registering quite clearly on her face. She looks at Sericon and her eyes scream what happened, what should I do. She’s about to freak out, when she suddenly switches back to her Elven form and drops to her knees.
Orion has been pacing back and forth on his broom when the Dark One had returned. As much as Orion hated deceiving Izzabelle like this she needed a past, and the Dark One be a Master at manipulating minds was the best option. As long as Izzabelle never found out they should be good. It wasn’t long before Isaik returned, to inform them that the memories had been placed. It was what the Dark One said afterwards that nearly made Orion fall from his broom. Isaik would pick up the feelings of shock and surprise from both Orion, and Yumara. Orion recovers quickly and looks over at Yumara who hasn’t quite recovered. He turns back to Isaik, “Sericon has memories of Izzabelle?” Orion almost stutters, it was more a rhetorical question than an actual one. “How can this be, I thought that…” He is cut of as Yumara speaks “Perhaps we should tell him, he will find out on his own and it seems we weren’t as careful as we thought.” Yumara says moving closer to Master as she speaks. Orion sighs “I suppose that you are right, I will tell him what we know and decide where to go from there.
Orion turns to Isaik, “You know that Izzabelle was struck with the Oblivion curse, and that my time magic keeps her alive.” Orion states more than asks. Letting out a sigh he continues. This however is what most do not know. Yumara met Izzabelle Originally in Pandaria. She showed up at her farm confused, and disoriented. She talked about a rebellion, and how she needed to find him.” Orion stops and looks over at Yumara who looks a little guilty but nods her head. “Yumara realized that she had Demonic blood, so she used her silence to blank her mind. From there she started to use her as a test subject, and I helped. She would die the most horrific and painful deaths and after I would return her to life. For decades the three of us remained in a time loop, reliving the same day. After a few decades of death and agony Izzabelle began to purge the poisons, and the plagues. This grabbed Yumara’s attention, about this time Jericha had returned. To Yumaras dismay she had been changed, she wasn’t who she originally was. Still the need to protect her was there so she bonded Izzabelle to her, as both her conscious and her protector.” Orion stops and glances at Yumara who is now looking down at the floor.
“The bonding process was exceptionally painful for Izzabelle. There was something trying to block it so in the end we had to force it. However once in place Jericha became Izzabelle’s entire life. They both left and we didn’t see either much until that fateful day in Ebony’s Tower. The day she took the Oblivion curse in Jericha’s stead. We got there just in time to freeze a small piece of her spirit within Jericha. However both her body, and all of her memories were completely obliterated.” Orion pauses for a moment. “You saw how her body was remade, and how her soul was rebuilt. What you didn’t see was how her memories were returned.” Orion sighs and seems unsure about continuing but a look from Yumara urges him on. “Izzabelle lost all the Memories of her previous life, a lifetime that we had no clue about. Except for the few things that she had said when we had first met her. I felt guilty I had tortured her, and had taken her original life away from her. So I took her back and I sent her on another path. One that would lead her to Yumara, and Jericha, much earlier. One that set her on the path to meet her Gnome father and her Wild Hammer family.” Orion jumped from his broom and switches to his humanoid form. “I believe what you viewed when you saw Sericon’s memories was a piece of Izzabelle’s Original life. The life that was lost, the one we replaced with the one she is living now.” The hundreds of clocks surrounding Orion spin uncontrollably. “We never thought that we would come across one from Izzabelle’s first lifetime. This is a problem that must be rectified as soon as possible. Izzabelle has lost two lifetimes, it is time that the original was returned. The problem is I haven’t any idea where to begin.” From the what should of been fabricated memories he knew that Izzabelle had lived in Stromgarde when she was young.
Braumer was on his death throes, his leg wound was likely fatal if he didn’t freeze, but that also left the mage with a impending death, with the ice causing a inevitable hypothermia. The mage at his end, undeniably cornered had nothing left to lose, used his own life force as the power for his potent spells! Regardless Braumer couldn’t seem to force his icy grip of death past the bulwark of fel chi that Varicar had conjured, in the end the horde heroes were stronger than he was! Braumer only saw a grim end ahead as the warlock summoned a vile fel hunter to seek his flesh!
Try as he may his magical ice could not bring the creature down and the nonmagical frost that permeated the air was not strong enough to do anything but slow the beast down! Braumer could only try one last thing to save his life, he attempted to completely freeze his body, a armor of ice! But he was far from fast enough, as the ice began to encase him the dreaded demon latched onto his arms and stomach draining the mage even more of his power… His flesh caved under the assault of the beasts his blood spilling onto the frost, the flesh not mutilated under the assault of the demonic hounds grew black and began to rot as spells consumed his life…
The mage, brought his staff down hard on the first fel hunter, merely a glancing blow, he could hardly overpower the demonic creatures… His life force ebbed from his body, his face growing old from the aging spell that stole his years, Braumer collapsed forward kneeling in the razor ice that cut into his knees, his flesh began to waste away into dust, he was becoming nothing, nothing left… Braumer’s icy winds began to faulter as he did, dying down to a dull mild chill as the mage continued to further die… Was this how death was like? Nothingness?
Fushan just sat in his chair peacefully as the human cub made her way to her mother with as much enthusiasm as a pandaren cub might have upon hearing dinner was ready. With Lizzie now quite distracted by her mother Wushi appeared near Fushan in a mostly translucent form.
Fushan looked up at Myrandah no hint of hurt or anger graced his old face, “It was a perfectly understandable mistake, who would notice a old bear when you also have a nethermancer, two lightforged, a leper gnome and his son?” Fushan said a slight poke at Myrandah for fun.
“I met them a moment ago, one is better able to plot their path home faster if they aren’t to hasty.” Fushan said, the cheeky pandaren lifted his hat more to reveal a clever smirk before revealing his hearthstone to Myrandah.
Fushan merely nods, “Then it’s agreed, but only if I get to cook you all a new meal. Including the privateer here.” Fushan said pushing himself away from the table and standing up.
Myrandah realizing that the panda was teasing her, decides to play along. “True, true, who would notice one old bear among all those. Oh and you mustn’t forget two dwarf’s that come, and go, and a man who just realized that his only daughter is now willing with a Demon Lord.” She says grinning, while ruffling Lizzie’s hair. “Still I should have realized when you didn’t leave me a calling card.”
Myrandah chuckles, “I’m not surprised my little chatterbox is exceptionally friendly. Right now she tends to talk the ears off of every Pandaren, and Void Elf that she sees.” She states turning her head slightly to look at the disgruntle Void Elf. Who is still glaring at Elasande, and making the foulest of gestures with his hands. As she looks back she notices the Hearthstone. “Fushan not all of us live in Stormwind. Lizzie and I live in Menethil Harbor, that is where my heath is set. The route I took was the fastest for me to get here.” Myrandah explains, “Of course when I left I wasn’t alone, but they are all cursed.”
Lizzie becomes all excited over the idea of the Pandaren making them a meal. She hops off her mothers lap and runs off towards her aunts house. She stops and turns “Huwwy up Momma, Huwwy up Auntie Sande, me and Mistew Panda wihwa eat evewything if you ahwa to swow.” Lizzie says hopping from one foot to the other, barely containing her enthusiasm. Elasande laughs and looks over at Myrandah who is staning up. “Yes we best hurry before the bottomless pit eats me out of house and home.” Elasande says with a dramatic gasp, while clutching her chest. Myrandah, chuckles and Lizzie sticks out her tongue and blows a raspberry. Lizzie skips back and grabs Fushan by the paw. “It’s not that fahwa, what wihwa you be making? Nothing with bwussew spwouts, Auntie Sande says they ahwa good fowa me. But they ahwa yucky wittew gween demons.” Lizzie explains while making a face. Myrandah, and Elasande, catch up and the four make their way to Elasande’s house.
Salkeen gripped what would always be his hard, his Jericha would never be able to escape him, no force in the universe could imprison her where he would not go! Salkeen had a unbelievable hatred for Ebony, originally the demon lord was going to take care of the nuisance in his own time, but the constant attempts to take what was his, would force the demon lord to push up the extermination of Ebony and his minions to much sooner…
Salkeen was only filled with more agonizing rage as he heard Ebony’s voice dare enter the demon lords own mind… Its truly a pity that you cannot accept that your granddaughter is gone from your ability to ever control her! Salkeen hissed back all while ramping his power up his demon soul within Jericha undoubtedly becoming hotter… When I’m finished with you, you will wish you yourself are catatonic! Salkeen snarled!
Salkeen didn’t even flinch at the brazen assault against his perfect form, a mere snarl graced his face as turned towards the rogue void creatures and slashed the air with his claws. A blade of semi solid fel fire radiated out from his claws slamming into the first faceless horror sending it crashing backwards from the pure force of the demon lord! Salkeen glared at his newest target of destruction as they racked his body with razor sharp whip like tentacles, Salkeen’s form was nearly unaffected except for the finest of knicks that covered his body…
The rest of the vile faceless horrors tried to snatch Jericha away, a dire mistake! With a quick turn of his body his vibrant wings extended open creating rings of fire around him and his Jericha. The demon lord focused his gaze upon what was his, “I am to understand that doubt what I do?! You think because some insignificant fool trapped in a cursed tower says you are weak it makes you so?! I have no time for such weak minions… Yet here I stand by you like this? What does that make you? Would you tell me my eyes that see everything are wrong?” Salkeen asked Jericha, his burning eyes focused upon her they could see every piece of her being, he saw not a sliver of true weakness…
“I did not bring you here to exhibit your weakness, but to show even at your weakest you are stronger than any mortal fool!” Salkeen growled, he had grown tired of the void manifestations turning their attacks on him. The demon lord, showing off a move he had yet to show his Jericha yet. In the flash of a second Jericha would feel as if nothing changed but before her very eyes the Lord Salkeen lunged from her side, seizing the nearest faceless horror by the chest with his fel laced claws before slamming it down into the true steel floor, the demon lord was hardly finished lunging forward grinding the void creature into the ground, before impacting with another faceless horror grabbing it with his other clawed hand! The demon lord slammed the two void creatures together with all his power before in the blink of a eye he reappeared back beside Jericha. The demon lord had left behind a fel tether attached to Jericha, his presence would never leave her and the faint feeling of his powerful presence would loom over her! Salkeen was far from over, “Let us show my old friend what power truly looks like!” Salkeen roared before extending his claws towards the two faceless horror and sending twin beams of raging fel energy into them, Lord Salkeen expected his Jericha would do the same… They would create a shadow fel amalgamation unlike anything the Juggernaut had ever seen, a avatar of their power!
Rekkagg only nodded, she now saw his point. The orc wasn’t sure he desired to take on two students to teach them the method of his madness, how he managed always to get so very close to ending the dwarf known as Raveintis…
Rekkagg again had to wonder if she could make good of a bad situation… “In a crowded shop on accident maybe not… But if you were told to kill them all? Set a fire afterwards to cover your tracks…” Rekkagg folded his arms over his chest, “The master will give us many assignments, some are even those that might attract attention! You must learn to do these jobs and still be anonymous… Even if that means intimidating a man for information by turning into a silithid.” Rekkagg said, he would teach them much, take them to do nearly impossible tasks… The only thing it required was a clever wit…
Rekkagg couldn’t have given a more satisfied orcish grin of pleasure, this women would be a joy to see her abilities and power come to fruition! Her adaptability outshone even his own, the master had indeed been correct when he decreed that Izzabelle would be the weapon to end Raveintis… Rekkagg moved forward casting his eyes on the silithid reaver of his own to reassert his command, the sigils under his flesh flowed slightly as he issued commands through his necrolyte abilities…
“Do not worry, we will get those forms of yours under control…” Rekkagg strode towards a nearby portal one of the many that Skalaz has summoned to transfer items of the room out. Reaching out with his hand, he touched the edge of one causing a sickly black magic to take over the magical matrix… When they were ready to go above ground and breath the fresh air, it would be here… “You felt something when you were about to transform, if you can feel its coming, you can prepare for such things…” Rekkagg stated keeping a eye on the two elves, the Orc seemed to exude a certain calm predatory feeling now…
“Based on the what we know now, it will take some time before we end that warlock, but based on my knowledge we have other issues to take care of in the meantime…” Rekkagg stated, he commanded a silithid to move behind as something to rest his back upon… “The gnome in their group, a fellow named Thommus is attempting to create a anti homunculi weapon, and while not lethal to the likes of me, you or Sericon here… But a great faction of the masters strongest armies are invested in such things, we can’t allow him to succeed…” Rekkagg growled, he wasn’t entirely sure how that gnome had designed the weapon but it was nearly complete or so it seemed…
“When you are ready, we will head to that troll village to… Stretch our legs…” Rekkagg growled, the smallest hint of joy graced his rough orcish features, he was more than ready to see what his chimera silithid were capable of, seeing the others skills would also bring him joy… It seemed like a odd thing to long to wipe out some random troll truce but Rekkagg had his reasons, he was mildly annoyed the Juggernaut had not taken care of them already.
“It has changed quite a bit hasn’t it? I mean when we first arrived it was barely a few hundred meters deep!” Sericon said recalling the cave before Izzabelle’s arrival and the masters rebirth. Sericon was quite a bit different back then, a regular old quel’dorei with a penchant for fel magic and a knack for immortality.
Sericon only watched the two talk, he only had to half listen to the conversions of the two to understand each side. Izzabelle meant that her transformation should be under control or else she might blow their cover where as Rekkagg seemed rather eager to explain that any unnatural form could be used in many ways.
Sericon poses along with his spider summoning his blades in a flash of fel fire that extended all the way to the blades tips. Sericon twirled his blades conjuring a rather sizable show of fel energy that trailed behind the blades like a burning ribbon of flames! Sericon was ready to test himself on the trolls, he felt different… As if the armor he wore was not just made for him but something more… He couldn’t quite place his finger on exactly how though…
It seemed like out of nowhere! Izzabelle had approached one of the Faceless one’s silithid seemingly trying to communicate with it when she shrieked in agony! Sericon’s visor set off several internal alarms as it scanned Izzabelle’s body registering the bodily changes and magical energy readings… It was all Sericon needed to move towards her with a incredible speed, Sericon was ready to protect Izzabelle, but he could hardly protect her from her own body! Instead all Sericon could do was grab Izzabelle as soon as she fell to the ground, “That was some transformation…” Sericon said brining Izzabelle back up slowly.
Sericon looked at the orc, how did he expect to do such a thing?
Sericon never thought of it like that, the elf stopped and remembered his helmet began to register the changes even before he had… Sericon knew she was going to change…
Sericon nodded still comforting Izzabelle, the Orc didn’t seem to be all that phased by the transformation, had he seen it before? Sericon considered the idea, it was likely that as the Faceless one, he had met Rekkagg in another life… Did that mean the orc knew of Izzabelle’s transformations more than he let on?
Sericon nodded again, he understood what their objectives were indeed going to be. First they were focused on tracking that gnomish individual who dared creating a weapon to destroy the homunculi. Sericon would enjoy cutting the gnome apart!
Sericon stood tall, “I am ready when Izzabelle is.” The elf said, he had to ensure Izzabelle was ok, then and only then would he enjoy practicing his skill on some dull trolls!
For the first time since arriving there Jericha’s mind is drawn from her doubt, from her despair. The sheer amount of power flowing throughout her, as her Lords flaming soul burns hotter, and hotter. Is strong enough to start torching those horrific lies that her mind had created. She can feel him holding her, his great power surrounds them. Slowly she stops clawing at the stone embedded in the back of her neck. Little flashes of despair, and doubt still pop into her mind. Still she moves her hand to rest it on Lord Salkeen’s chest. As she does this her form stop bleeding power into the rogue void pool that her broken emotions had created.
The only sign that Lord Salkeen had that his void witch had heard him, was the slight hitch to her breath, and the way her body tended within his powerful grasp. When she speaks, it isn’t out loud, but who needs oral communication when one could read your very thoughts at all times. I do not doubt what you do Lord Salkeen. I don’t understand why you brought me here. Was it to test me? Haven’t I proven myself strong enough for you yet? Why bring me here and put me against things that shrug off my power like it is nothing Lord Salkeen? Jericha asks traces of doubt still linger in her mind, and her mental voice. You knew how I felt about coming here, I made those thoughts known to you. Jericha’s mind suddenly becomes silent, had she made it known to him that she didn’t wish to be tested like this. To Jericha this was still such a waste of time. Not only did it waste her time but it almost broke her mind as well. The doubt, and despair are my own, that horrific creature just knows how to feed them. that was one of the things about Ebony Darkskill. He couldn’t cause someone to feel something, oh! But he could magnify the emotions they were already feeling. Jericha doubted herself because of what her eyes showed her. I do not doubt what your eyes show you Lord Salkeen, however they do not always see the truth. I also do not what my eyes show me. What my eyes saw before me, was both myself and my power were useless. With that said Jericha grows silent once more, she had yet to look around her, to see the actual damage her void was reaping.
For the first time since Lord Salkeen had snatched her from her floating despair, Jericha opens her eyes. Throughout the arena she sees mass destruction, she sees that her void is running unchecked, uncontrolled. Jericha tilts her head to look at him, as she does Ahcirej’s voice pops into her mind. Do you understand now our Lord isn’t testing you Jericha. He brought you here so that you could test them. Lord Salkeen is going to need the strongest weapons, and armor for his armies. For that he needs to see how they stand up against a true wielder of void power. Ahcirej’s voice vanishes as the Reavers system warns her of the incoming danger. Although she better understood why she was there, to her it still felt like a waste of her time. Jericha has no desire to lead Lord Salkeen’s armies in his absence, Ahcirej could do that. She wanted to reap fear, and despair. Jericha desired to break the bodies, and minds, of those she encountered. These past battles had been nothing but battling mindless drones. The reason she was so quick to torture that foolish wind witch, was because her mind needed what it was being denied. She even went as far as having one of her friends needlessly tortured to feed that overwhelming need. Yet here she was fighting mindless drones once again, brainless wretches hooked to machines that kept them fighting, incapable of any sort of emotion, and that silently broke her. With her eyes open she could now see the truth, with the truth shown she reaches out to reclaim control.
Jericha gasps as Lord Salkeen in a motion so fast that he doesn’t even seem to move. Snatches two of the faceless horrors, slamming one into the true steel floor with so much strength, that its body is nearly mangled beyond recognition. The second he ceases by the chest, his burning fel claws slicing flesh, muscle, bones, and organs, before slamming the two together in and explosion of bone splinters and gore, which damage all the troggs and void creatures in the impact zone. Troggs swing blindly long bloody bone shards sticking out of their faces, and eyes.
Jericha feels the powerful presence of her Lord looming over her. It would not allow for weakness to exist in what was his. It burned away all thoughts of doubt, and despair, it would not let her remain broken. In the shadow of that all consuming power Jericha straightens up and pulls the raging void back into herself. As the pool of despair and doubt vanishes from beneath them, void wings of the deepest black sprout from Jericha’s back. They are nearly as large as Lord Salkeen’s and the devour the light around them. Umbral tentacles lash up out of the collapsing pool of void wrapping around troggs and pulling them beneath the surface where they are either devoured, or crushed into a tiny balls of twisted metal and gore. Nodding she placed her hands atop Lord Salkeen’s and unleashed her void. It wraps around his raging beams of fel fire, spiraling as it moves towards its final destination. As Jericha’s Void impacts Lord Salkeen’s fel the explosion wrought by the Shadowfel Annihilation, wipes out everything in the vicinity. The only thing left to show there was ever anything there. Is the horrific Amalgamation of Void, and Fel, which now stands upon the twisted burnt metal of the true steel floor. Those troggs unlucky enough not to have been completely obliterated are now moaning, and dragging themselves along the destroyed floor. Large portions of their bodies missing, but those horrific helms force them to continue to fight even when they no longer possess any limbs.
Jericha once more in control commands the voidwalkers to destroy the helms and to tear the armor from the Troggs even if it meant ripping them limb from limb. The Amalgams of Doubt, both vanish along with the void pit of despair. Jericha’s artifact eye flares to life as she prepares to tap into power her Lord has yet to see her use.
Izzabelle turns to the Orc and shrugs “ I have no problem with killing a store full of people and then setting it aflame, I’ve done worse. So don’t act as though you know what I am, and am not capable of. If I am sent to gather information from someone that the Master does not want killed, because the path he sees says he must live. Then changing into a silithid would not be good. If you are unable to understand that then there’s no use continuing this line of conversation. Izzabelle states tired of trying to explain it to the Blood hungry Orc. Not all things had to end with blood, and death. Not that she had a problem with such, it just wasn’t always the go to solution for every problem. The best solution was not to create the problem. It is then that one of the Silithid Reaver chimera grabs her attention and the change takes place.
Izzabelle spasms in Sericon’s arms as the last of the changes revert. Her face scrunched up in pain while bones snap back into place and organs return to their correct position. Taking a few deep breaths she leans against her Bonded for both physical, and mental support. Part of her wants to try the change again. She is sure that it will be less painful and that she will be able to control it better. However for the time her body is still recovering, it will be a few minutes before she can consciously try the transformation. Reaching up she places her hand on Sericon’s face. “Thank you Dear.” She says happy not to have hit the floor.
Izzabelle nods at the faceless one, pleased that they would work on getting the transformations under her control. She hoped that he could see that for her a first time transformation was agonizing to the point of being debilitating. As such she would be unable to fight for the first few minutes. Or at least she doesn’t see herself doing much fighting when she writhing on the floor body wracking in agony as it changes. Izzabelle stops to think she doesn’t remember feeling anything different when she had approached it. All she remembers feeling is some form of kinship with it. She could understand it and it almost seemed to call her to it. It wasn’t until she touched it that she felt it. A shock that moved throughout her body then pain, nothing but pain. “When I approached it, it felt as though it was calling me over. Then I felt the need to touch its hide, there was an electrical shock, agony and then the transformation took place.” Izzabelle explains, unsure as to how it would help, unless it meant that she would need some form of contact with a creature for first time transformations.
Izzabelle’s eyes burns with the flames of her demonic heritage as the Faceless One, speaks of Thommus and the weapon he was creating to kill the homunculi. That weapon could not be allowed to come into existence. The Gnome would have to die, along with all those that knew of the weapons creation. “Then it seems that we have a Gnome to kill, before he can mess with the Masters plan. The fact those helping him will have to die as well, makes the job even better.” As she speaks blades made of the deepest shadows form in her hands. Poison can be seen glistening along the razor sharp edges. She spins them in her hands before they vanish once more.
Izzabelle looks from Rekkagg to Sericon, she too was ready to stretch her legs. She also had a feeling that they were walking into a harder fight, than what they believed. She would not be taken by surprise, by believing that the battle was won before it even began. Overconfidence was the first step on the path of your own destruction. Izzabelle smiles and kisses Sericon on the cheek before speaking. “I am ready.” She says as she steps back and vanishes. Sericon notices that while he connot see her, he can see a shimmering watery outline of her that tells him where she is. On his body the eyes of the spiders take on an unnatural glow. She stands and waits for Rekkagg to move through the portal.
Faendrel decides to let her Felhunter enjoy it’s well deserved meal. She instead uses the Assassins gunfire as cover. Crouching down she springs up twisting in the air she lands on the ceiling. She scuttles along the ceiling like a roach, passing the dying Mage before dropping back down to the floor. Once her feet hit the ground she tears off down the corridor, summoning vermin as she moves. One unlucky guard finds himself completely drained of his life. Leaving a withered husk behind as Faendrel heals most of her damage.
Faendrel growls as those words echo in her mind. She would not let that retched excuse for a Captain of the Guard escape. She would not allow him to live after the torture she had endured at his hands. All these deaths were because of him, he wasn’t going to leave her the sole survivor of a massacre. He would not be the hero of this tale while pinning the blame on the others. As she rushes down the hall after Jakk she is joined by a half dozen imps and thousand of vermin. It was a race she needed to engage him before he could reach the outside. Rounding a corner she sees him, and throws a shadowbolt at him. The Imps toss their fel fire in his direction. While the living carpet of roaches, rats,and other vermin swarm towards him. The roaches along with the smaller vermin, were tasked with entering through the gaps in his armor. From there The were too eat away at the flesh, tishue, and muscles on his lower legs and feet. Faendrel wanted to see that horrific man on his knees before he died.
Faendrel doesn’t know if the others had followed or not.
Yumara releases an exasperated sigh, as she reaches up and rubs her temples. “She will prove to be a bit of an annoyance. She’s like a thorn in your side once she decides to do something, she sticks with it. If she is seeking Izzabelle, she will not give up until she finds her.” Yumara states the irritation evident in the slight hiss of her voice “If she proves to be to much of a nuisance, I’m certain that my children would love a light meal to snack on.” Yumara says her lips curling up into a sickly sweet smile.
Yumara grins and once more reaches out and grips Masters robes. “It’s nice to know that I hold a special place with the irate one.” She speaks then her smile falters slightly, as she blinks a few times. “Although if I wish to remain close with Jericha, it might be best if I try and at least attempt to get along with… Salkeen.” Yumara speaks his name like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth.
Yumara almost drops to her knees when she hears Master speak to Orion, about seeing Izzabelle in one of Sericon’s memories. It cannot be, we were so careful… how could we have… what will happen now? what have I done. Yumara’s mind becomes a chaotic mess of jumbled thoughts and worries.
Yumara still in shock at the situation speaks cutting Orion off. “Perhaps we should tell him, he will find out on his own and it seems we weren’t as careful as we thought.” Yumara says moving closer to Master Her hands tremble slightly as she grasps his robe. She listens with her head hung low as Orion tells of how Izzabelle appeared at her farm. How she had blanked her mind, so she wouldn’t remember who she was, what she was doing. Decades worth of unspeakable torture, and agonizing deaths. Forcefully bonding her to Jericha, and overriding her natural bond to Sericon in the process. Yumara now understood why Izzabelle’s body fought the bond, Yumara tried to destroy one soul bond and replace it with another. Orion then goes onto speak of how Izzabelle was struck by the Oblivion curse. How after finally stabilizing her body and spirit, Orion took her back to relive her life, setting her on a different path. Never expecting to cross paths with anyone from her previous life. Yet here she was standing before her Master.
As Orion finishes speaking Yumara drops to her knees. She presses her head to the top of Masters boots. “I’m sorry Master, so very sorry, I took something that was yours. I didn’t know Master, at the time I didn’t know she was yours.” Yumara says apologizing for her grievous lack of judgement. then again back at that point she didn’t know Master. Still she feels that even then she would of ended up bound to his control in some way. She was drawn to him, and she truly regrets now having taken Izzabelle from him. still kneeling she lifts her head and body sitting back on her heels. She trembles as she patiently waits for what Master will say.
Isaik was completely unfazed by the description of Myrandah’s resolve, in fact it was advantageous that Yumara knew so much about dear Myrandah, it put the Paladin at a great disadvantage… “Don’t be too hasty my Yumara, if Myrandah wishes to find Izzabelle, we can leave a bread trail… Let us see how much this little Paladin is willing to do to seek her out…” Isaik’s voice came out smooth and some might say seductive, like a predatory demon seeing a plan to lure its prey. Isaik had the perfect plan coming into motion, Myrandah would unwittingly follow the darkest of her Paladin’s path… “Soon… We will be visiting your laboratory, we will be laying a great destiny in our wake… I have but one question? When magically entering your lair, is this Paladin forced to go alone?” Isaik asked, his plans were much more likely to succeed if the human had no allies to pull her back to her senses…
Isaik gave a dark laugh, “A true challenge indeed, much like his Jericha, once the demon lord has made up his mind it is a challenge to change it…” Isaik hissed, he himself felt Salkeen become more distant… A unfortunate thing, but Isaik didn’t deal as much with the demon lord, he rarely went to the Kiln… “We will speak to the other commanders on how to mend the rift between you and Salkeen… I have a feeling the demon lord would not desire to be left alone from his potential allies…” Isaik hissed, he knew Salkeen particularly liked the Juggernaut, perhaps that was a key to bring Salkeen back to a more reasonable manner…
Isaik merely nodded his head slowly, Sericon had more than just these memories… Isaik could tell when something was hidden, however it always intrigued him that they even eluded his grasp… The only creature Isaik knew to be strong enough to block something from him barring a full blown void lord, was himself…
“Perhaps…” Isaik hissed, surprised at the audacity that they would try and keep something like this from him… Then again Isaik had monsters of his own he had yet to share about…
Isaik already knew as soon as Orion spoke the word, one of Isaik’s most trying periods in his reign… The rebellion of Varicar… For so very long the elf had been a loyal minion until some women cave into his life… Treacherous wretched thing managed to turn Varicar against him and with Varicar a few others… She had to be made a example of… She had to be obliterated…
Isaik gave a dry laugh, “Yumara saw the demonic experimentation passed down from Izzabelle’s mother to her given to her by Reavrix…” Isaik hissed he was tempted to reveal the crystal but something told him not yet… “So cruel of you Yumara to do such a thing to a lost soul…” Isaik gave another dark laugh, “I would have and have done the same…” Isaik continued, he had indeed released quite a merciless killing evil in the world, one might say a powerful creation made in ways not unlike Izzabelle… Unfortunately it had been captured by that infernal Raveintis, but it was only a matter of time before it escaped…
Isaik could figure out all to easily what that blocking Izzabelle’s potential connection to Jericha. Isaik listened to the other information on Izzabelle’s past, the dark creature could only gain more by learning everything… Though considering what he knew about Sericon, it was likely the master knew more than even the other did at this time, it was just hidden…
Isaik snapped his neck as he knew exactly what path to take, but it was always a matter of timing on when to say such things… “Guilt?” Isaik asked, “Here I believed that much like Yumara and I, you had no true emotions…” Isaik gave a wicked grin, the things orion would see soon enough would truly test the man…
Isaik folded his hands in front of his body into his cloak, “Her Original life if I can extrapolate from Sericon’s mind, is with the Cult of Zalak…” Isaik stated, his words quite firm and resolute, his own past though shrouded from the rest of the world was well known to him, the only pieces hidden were those concerning Izzabelle…
It was at this time Yumara made her attempts to appeal to Isaik’s mercy in exchange for the grievous wrong she had committed in the past… Normally the dark creatures retribution for such a sin would be brutal, unforgiving, and beyond ones imagination in terms of agony… His armies would have been focused to regaining what was considered his at all costs, why wouldn’t they? Within Isaik was the very demon Zalak and just like Salkeen he did not desire to lose what was his unless it was by his own actions… This was not a normal situation however… Isaik again reflected that even his own mind had been unable to quite see those memories pertaining to Izzabelle, her past in his mind hidden, it didn’t take a clever creature like Isaik long to figure out how… Isaik cast his gaze down upon Yumara, “Rise my Yumara, your master is a merciful god, things went exactly as they needed to go…” Isaik hissed, the words permeated the air… Isaik directed his claws upwards summoning umbral void tentacles to lift his minion back to her feet, “Orion… Though I know your anticipation to get Izzabelle set on her correct life is probably at its apex, however… Yumara and I should get her laboratory ready for it’s inevitable guests…” Isaik grinned before gesturing with his arms, “Besides the two bonded are forging a closer union in the symphony of combat…” Isaik gave a dry laugh, that battle would keep them occupied for a time… “Yumara, open a portal to your laboratory would you?” Isaik hissed, it was slightly more a command than asking, yet the dark creature knew better than to blatantly force the nature goddess…