Jambuku leapt to his feet he knew he had felt something coming tonight! With a great call the troll seemed to go immediately into a trance as he begun to call upon the dark voodoo that his people could use… Along every hut, tent and stone wall a tiki mask groaned to life with a soul like aura leaking from its eyes! “Find dos dat challenge de tribe, show dem to fear de voodoo!” Jambuku called whipping his magic into a frenzy, from the trolls open palms leaked black ink like mist that floated into the village like a deathly fog! To any who were not of troll blood the spells would inflict boils and pus!
Some of the first things for Jambuku to notice was the smallest evidence of dark spiders, his masks hunted through the village looking for anything! Why would Shadra, the loa of spiders bring her wrath upon them? “Oh great and powerful Elortha no Shadra, Mother of venom and Mistress of Spies, grant me your powah! Flush out those that would harm your followers! Kill those that would imitate your divine image!” Jambuku called chanting his darkened ritual! It seemed that Shadra or perhaos one of her might children answered her calm as each tiki mask that had been sent to seek out those of non-troll blood sprouted spiritual huanted legs, each mask acting as a shadowy spiders abdomen!
“Come and face us, those who think us weak, those who claim to be our death!” Jambuku chanted, “You want to come here? We gonna bury you here!!” Jambuku roared causing totems and shadows to eek to life his voodoo ready to bring down those that snuck through his home like a vile assasssin!!
Sericon was obviously toying with the troll, powerful blessings to its loa, the armor that Sericon wore was crafted by the best, enchanted and empowered… As time continued forward for Sericon he seemed to further acclimated to his status, his armor and weapons became his magic and in some ways his magic even seemed to return to him… Sericon had in his past with the cult been very liberal in using a sword while he cast his dark magic, his stance had merely changed to a sword as his main form of attack with a spell as the supplement. Sericon sighed, he had tossed his prey a bit a ways away, it was however fortune that the trolls warrior tribemates had only grown emboldened or perhaps stupid as they rushed forward towards Sericon. The elf held his blade horizontally waiting for his foolish combatants to draw closer before in the blink of a eye the elf slashed twice in quick succession fel flames dancing through the air as he attacked, within mere moments three towering trolls collapsed as they were simply cut apart… Sericon rushed forward before holding out his hand in a choking grip, from his gauntlet rushed forth dark fel, a magic like the unholy mixture of destruction and affliction… The flames glowed darker and sickly green but still sapped the lives from their victims… The nearest troll grabbed his neck as he was assaulted by dark warlock magic that ravaged his body creating blisters and sores as it ripped the troll into the air, Sericon stood their admiring the feeling, a faint feeling of how the power of fel made him feel… So powerful… So alive… Sericon crushed his grip crushing the trolls neck and body before the pitiful creature wasted away to bones…
“What is a matter troll?! I thought you wanted to protect these poor savages?” Sericon taunted, he brought his hand up again this time the gauntlet glowed brighter with fel flames before extending it with force causing a bright spray of horrific flames to cover several troll huts! The terrified screams of younger trolls and nursing mothers filled the air as the ravenous flames consumed the buildings and all inside… Sericon cast his gaze upon the roiling buildings, these creatures had settled in the wrong place, they had felt the signs of something dark a valid feeling to move on but remained regardless… This cleansing was therefore valid…
Sericon leapt into the sky falling back to the earth with his blade slicing through the air with a fast burning roar, the elf landed among several troll attackers before the creatures simply collapsed cut to ribbons. That’s when Alzlek attacked again, a bright burning brilliant flame wreathing the troll as his loa gave him power, it would not be enough… Sericon stomped his foot down, a sharp hissing sound emanating from his suit as the armor injected Sericon with Epinephrine, adrenaline, and minor amounts of felblood! Sericon gave a triumphant roar as his blade ignited in a brilliant emerald glow of focused burning fel flames, the two forced impacting the troll swinging wildly and with great strength, for any normal elf that might’ve been the end… But for Sericon, he was empowered by his armor, his elixers, his skill, the two parried attacks causing great flashes of red and green flames that lit up the night sky! The battle seemed evenly matched, but that was hardly the case, Sericon gave a grin as he slammed the troll in the chest with his fist before stabbing the creature in the stomach! Alzlek grunted in agony, his wound not a lethal blow but still quite deadly Sericon’s blade cauterizing the puncture, Alzlek grabbed the elf’s blade burning his hands before forcing himself free and crashing down back into the village… This was bad, Alzlek forced himself to his feet rushing off to get to Jambuku’s side… “They coming mon! Be ready!” Alzlek called out placing his back to Jambuku…
Sericon fell from the sky like a meteor landing near Alzlek despite the trolls insistence on escaping! “Ready to die?” Sericon asked as he readied his blade, the elf dashed forwards the blade nearly taking off Alzlek’s Head But was just barely dodged… Sericon of course was still playing around, though truly he should’ve been taking things more seriously! Jambuku rise his hands and sent roaring purple flames at the elf’s back, the flames creeping forward like spiders pursuing prey! Sericon swept his blade behind him parting the flames, when Alzlek struck at his back with his burning sword!
Izzabelle silently curses as the warning rings throughout the camp, that didn’t take long. She whips out a small blade from the bandolier strapped across her chest. There’s a satisfying wet thunk. as it’s buried through the eye and into the brain of the young female as she turns in shock and surprise. Her dead body collapses into the stream. The waters around her turns a rusty red color before being washes away by the current. She closes her physical eyes and looks through those of her children, and sees them, the detestable would be spiders.
Izzabelle grins, cloaked once more in shadows she moves back into the doomed village. Sending out another batch of her twisted spiders. As she moves she leaves little crumbs for the newly troll created spiders to follow. When she finishes nearly all of them are close behind her. She then drops from stealth, when she does she is swarmed. Her body vanishes beneath them, as they bite into her in several different areas. They prepare the feast on her blood rip her body apart, but stop as each is poisoned, their bodies and minds becoming afflicted and falling under Izzabelle’s dominion. She send them after the same trolls that they once sought to protect. As she goes to vanish a javalin pierces her shoulder. She grits her teeth in pain and pulls it free, just as she is struck by a volley of arrows. Most miss but four strike home, one in her side, one in her arm, and the final two in the meaty chunk of one of her thighs. Her eyes snap up into the branches, where three trolls cheer and reload their weapons. She is behind them in a flash. The first doesn’t even realize that his head has been sliced from his body until he sees his body as his head goes tumbling to the ground. She grabs the javelin from the Trolls lifeless fingers and thrusts it through the head of one of the archers, pinning her skull to the tree. She goes into a blade furry on the last slicing him to pieces before she calms pulls the arrows free, and casts her crimson vial. She looks about for her companions.
Izzabelle watches the fight between her bonded and one of the trolls until another joins, she then drops from the tree, goes into stealth and sprints across the ground.
Izzabelle comes up between the three of them. She blocks Alzlek’s attack and kicks him away, sending him stumbling back a few steps. Spinning on her heals she strikes Jambuku with a rapid series of punches to his kidneys rupturing one with her final blow, stunning him momentarily. Izzabelle twists her head, her neck popping loudly as she does. She points up at one of the darkened huts high above the ground. “Can you hear them? My children skittering about. What once housed Mothers, fathers, children, is now nothing but an incubation center. Young, old, male, female, all your wretched kin trapped in cocoons.” She taunts her lips curling into a cruel sneer. Jambuku spits blood on the ground from the series of rapid punches that Izzabelle had struck him with moments before. “Ya think dat we are weak, dat be your first mistake.” As Jambuku speaks he casts three spells in rapid succession. Initiation bettering his chance at damaging this evil creature that thought to destroy them. Followed by curse of fragility, weakening the wretched monster even more, he finishes it with absolute corruption. Izzabelle hits the ground writhing in agony, every blood vessel feels like it’s on fire, every cell seems like it is bursting inside of her body. “Not so strong little bug, da trolls dey will crush you.” Jambuku laughs, casting drain life, “Now ta let your cursed life powa da trolls.” Jambuku’s laugh turns into a soul wrenching scream of pain as soon as Izzabelle’s life force strikes his hands. He shrieks as his fingers rot away and crumble to dust, followed by his hand and then his lower arm.
Alzlek seeing this sliced Jambuku’s arm off at the shoulder, setting his blade ablaze to cauterize the wound so he will not bleed out. The remains of his arm turn to dust before it hits the ground, then the dust particles vanish. Jambuku turns to the wretched elf who is howling in a mix of both agony and laughter. A disturbing sound that would haunt the dreams of many. Izzabelle quickly rolls into a kneeling position behind the stunned troll. Slicing across her the tendons in the back of the trolls heals she grins as his legs buckle. Spinning her blade she uses the pommels to shatter one of his knee caps. “It was rude of you to interrupt me while I was speaking.” Izzabelle hisses. A shadowy blade covered in a oily ichor bursts from the back of one of her gloved hands. She drives it into the abdomen of the troll and twists it. “As I was saying, trapped in cocoons, Alive, helpless, each has within their stomachs intestines eggsacs filled with spiderlings ready to hatch in a day or two.”
Izzabelle rips the blade free parrying an attack made by a brave but foolish young troll warrior. The look in Izzabelle’s eyes has the younger troll turning to flee, but he has nowhere to run. Just as he turns to flee Izzabelle vanishes and appears before him in her twisted fel’dorei form. She has six arm like appendages growing from her grotesquely misshapen torso. Three on either side, the lower two on each side, are shaped like spider legs, and each ends with a serrated scythe like blades. The upper arms on both sides are humanoid looking and each hold cruel shadow blades that seem to devour the light around them. Before the troll can move his body is pierced in four places, as each of Izzabelle’s lower appendages puncture through fresh, muscles, and organs. Izzabelle lift the Troll up off of the ground. “Now why would you go and do something like that?” Izzabelle hisses bringing the trolls face close to hers. Her visage suddenly changes as mandibles appear within an instant she rips the Trolls face off and swallows it. She rips her appendages from the still twitching husk and drops the soon to be lifeless body onto the blood drenched soil. Her Fel’dorei form melts away as she walks back towards Sericon and the two who would soon be joining that fool in death. “Spiderlings that will hatch, and eat their way to freedom. I hear that it is excruciatingly painful, and that it can take days for the host to finally succumb to death, weeks if they are strong enough. You should be pleased that some of you are at least being put to some good use.” Shadow stepping, Izzabelle appears behind Jambuku. “You could sense this place was cursed, even the elements refused to speak. Yet you chose to ignore their warnings, and fool shyly built your homes here. You, your family, your kin, will serve as a reminder that others are not welcomed here.”
Rekkagg grinned a malicious fanged smile, it appeared their secret was out it was now time to go full force! Rekkagg glanced around the troll village, they were lucky it was surrounded by mountains else even this might’ve drawn attention… But luckily the landscape allowed them to cause great destruction so long as they didn’t go overboard… The clever orc shot several arrows at approaching trolls, those inflicted by his attacks had sickly wounds appear on their flesh as if poisoned… The orc gave a wicked grin, sure it was a type of poison but in truth it was more like a dinner bell…
The orc rolled to the left as a troll with ritualistic daggers tried to disembowel him, a great try at sneaking but not as good as needed to creep up on the one time assassin! Rekkagg laughed, giving a swift jab to the gut with his fist before activating one of many runes tattooed on his body, the troll screamed in agony as it was quickly afflicted by a horrid instantaneous decomposition… The troll wasted away much like the foolish troll that assaulted Izzabelle, this was Rekkagg’s magic, it might have been considered void but he was a necrolyte, the shadowmoon used a unholy union of death and void as one!
Rekkagg stood tall his own face looking more sunken and deathly, he had purposely killed this body, for so long the man lived as a corpse he could not fathom living with a beating heart once more… It was time to begin some structural clean up, Izzabelle had done quite well at clearing several huts of their living inhabitants, but now they needed to remove the huts… Rekkagg didn’t even want archeologists digging around this place… Holding his hand high he activated another sigil beneath his flesh calling his pet… With a resounding groan the ground began to heave as the colossi from below burst forth from the ground, the creature roared in defiance before sweeping her scythe like claw over three huts destroying them with its brute force… The splinters of the pitiful structures flew like deadly arrows themselves impaking those who were unlucky enough to be near the beasts incredible destructive power.
The trolls retaliated tossing spears and axes that merely bounced off The colossi’s great chitin shell, before something stronger struck the beast earning both Rekkagg’s and the insects attention! A great boulder struck the insect causing her to stagger crushing another pitiful troll hut as she moved backwards… The great troll shaman had finally started attacking with real vigor striking his beast again with a flaming boulder… The colossi was in every way superior to the troll, but she had been engineered to follow orders without deviation, she was at her strongest when the orc directed the great silithid, something Rekkagg knew well… Rolling across the field the orc made his way to his beasts side before scaling her shell with ease standing atop the great bug like one might stop a mountain of corpses…
Another boulder flew at the pair, Rekkagg roared in response directing the great insect with the sigils tattooed in his flesh, with a great swipe the silithid bisected the boulder in two before with her other claw returning a boulder of its own crashing down upon the shaman! The shaman cast a great gust of wind to the ground in front of his forcing himself backwards from the crushing the death, before responding with a strike of lightning! Rekkagg crossed his arms and braced for the feeling of electrification as he and his mighty beast were struck with the power of the elements! The move left a side of the great colossi blackened, screeching in rage it swung its mighty scythe like arm through four more troll huts sending splinters and destroyed beams at the shaman like a army of javelins! Jerzarn roared sommoning the wind to blow the destruction off course but it was not to be as massive wooden splinters impaled the trolls in his thigh, legs and left arm! Rekkagg laughed he knew the trolls were weak but this was pitiful… With the rate Izzabelle, Sericon and he were clearing away their pitiful homes they would have nearly no time to enjoy the death and ruin!
“Salkeen is prideful and at times arrogant, to him it wasn’t just testing weapons, he was showing off his own power. The demon lord has a great but terrible hunger for showing dominance, having Jericha and you destroy so much was a show of force to the other commanders that he and his followers are strong…” Drednautt stated, meshing several more electronic pieces together… “Do not take these words that he values this over her, it is just his nature to exhibit his strength…” Drednautt stated, he had watched Salkeen fight and act for many years, though his time with the master was rather new starting right after the dark portal connected to draenor, the Juggernaut himself spent a great deal of time early on in the nether further elongating the service…
The Juggernaut looked right at Ahcirej, “With your new form, it will be a extremely arduous task to kill you… Pure Elementium is nearly invulnerable… It isn’t perfect though, I can’t make you into a god…” Drednautt spoke, it was a subject he knew very well, it was true pure elementium was nearly invulnerable but it only blocked real tangible things, spirit strikes and other more intangible spells would strike home…
The Juggernaut immediately recognized something was on Ahcirej’s mind, he was a patient and clever orc, even as she seemed unsure whether to state it… The great orc noted Ahcirej’s depressed state because of the loss, sometimes certain things were more important to people’s way of life than others… “The mechanical body can be upgraded later down the line to include things like advanced touch… This is only a first base design, a body that is a weapon, as you are Salkeen’s weapon…” The Juggernaut spoke, he watched her closely it was not meant as a insult but a recognition that she was a person of layers, a weapon, a individual, a sol…
The Drednautt heard her words, but as for a combative assault between him and Salkeen it was unlikely to occur anytime soon again. The Juggernaut has lots of data and designs to go through, seeing what wreckage survived and what failed… He would further enforce the next generation of weapons and artillery, it was their way of creating better armaments…
With the great mechanical body finished, Ahcirej made her way within its systems and acclimated to all the superior body of metal had to offer… Her words however gratifying didn’t strike the Juggernaut as true… “This is just a first generational body, it has its flaws, flaws that need to be hammered out in the future…” The great orc stated, “Still it will serve you better than any other body crafted at this moment.” The Juggernaut said he was stopped by a peculiar look of worry on Ahcirej’s lattice weave mechanical face…
The Juggernaut placed his mighty hammer down with care as he handled the information Ahcirej gave him. “Interference directly with another commanders intentions can be a tricky situation, protocol typically indicates we do not act unless asked upon…” The Juggernaut stated leading the way to other parts of his domain, if Ahcirej wanted to go Salkeen’s side with her body she would need transportation… The great orc considered his own path, whether he would join the women in aiding what was needed… Even if he did decide to aid Ahcirej, the great orc would need to change armors, his last one was quite burned out… Drednautt led the way to a teleportation hub, a odd mix of goblin crafted engineering and blackrock elemental magic, that ended in several platforms that would whisk one away to the location they wanted to go… “Taie the one on the far left to reach the Kiln…” The Juggernaut stated, he still had to decide if he would lend his aid, Jericha’s feelings gave him great pause…
Ahcirej looks over at the Juggernaut, “Prideful, arrogant, are probably two of the most common words used, when describing Jericha’s and my Demonic Lord.” Ahcirej steps a little to the side so that she can continue to view the Mag’hars process, while conversing with him. “Yes I have to agree that he was also showing off his power. It seems to me that many in power like to show that power off. They have a need to show others that they are powerful, that they shouldn’t be messed with.” Ahcirej says while taking in an digesting what Drednautt is saying “I myself have no problem with displaying my strengths. To me the fact Lord Salkeen brought me to fight in your arena. Tells me that he sees me as being that strong, sees me as someone that has the power capable of standing close to him.” She states standing a little taller, a bit of pride entering her voice. “Jericha on the other hand, so it as him thinking she was weak, and needing to test her. Because of her deteriorating condition her mind isn’t able to coherently comprehend our Lords reasons for bringing us here.” She stops for a minute and picks up o e of the many blades that are leaning against a nearby wall. She swings it a few times, and spins it around in her hand, keeping one eye on the Juggernaut. “I know how much Lord Salkeen values Jericha, it was more than obvious, when he broke off fighting with you, to go to her side when he thought she was in danger. Jericha’s biggest danger to herself, is actually herself, surprisingly enough.” Ahcirej explains while shrugging her shoulders.
Ahcirej sets the blade aside to better concentrate on what the Juggernaut is saying, and doing. “I’ve no doubt that this new body that I will be occupying will be extremely hard for her to destroy. Jericha holds a form of dominion over my life, that would make it rather easy for her to kill me.” Ahcirej says her voice a little softer. “Jericha wants to kill me right now, but she doesn’t want me dead. If that makes any sense to you.” Ahcirej says, it was difficult to explain so she wasn’t going to try, unless asked. “Unlike Jericha and our Lord, I don’t seek to become god or a goddess.” A smile spreads across her face. “I seek to become the champion of a God, and a Goddess.” She finishes her power momentarily whipping around her.
“The thought is nice, however I’m 100% incapable of feeling the sensation of touch.” Ahcirej says tapping her chin for a moment a distant look in her eyes. “A form upgraded with a system of advanced touch. Would relay more swiftly to my mind that I was being touched. It would allow me to better comprehend the amounts of damage I was taking. I will not however feel the sensation of being touched. I could close my eyes and someone could caress my face. The sensors on my face would relay to my mind that I was being touched. Yet I wouldn’t feel the warmth or the light brushing sensation of their fingers moving over my face.” Ahcirej explains, hoping that what she is saying makes sense. There are things that cannot be fixed, this was one of them. Did it make her angry? Hell yes! It infuriated her, she didn’t understand why this was done to her. Yet it was and she would now live the best she could as the thing she has become. Ahcirej watches the Juggernaut “That isn’t to say that if I was capable of feeling touch that you wouldn’t be unable to build a form capable of relaying those sensations to me.” Ahcirej quickly says, she doesn’t want the Mag’har thinking she saw him as incompetent. In all actuality she was amazed at what he could accomplish.
Ahcirej turns and focuses her eyes on the Juggernaut, his posture and the way he spoke, said volumes. “While I am extremely grateful for this new body, you have no idea what it is like to be unbound. When I say this body is perfection, to me it is, it matters not how you view it. To one such as myself, you cannot understand what this body you created means. So do not look like I’m blowing smoke up your backside, the gratitude I have for what you have created is real.” Ahcirej says her voice low filled with a mix of hurt and anger, that is when she feels it. The fear, the pain, the death.
As Ahcirej follows the Juggernaut she splits her mind, send part of it back to the Kiln. Having been invited to use the massive computer like systems of the Kiln by its very Lord, she easily slips back into the matrix. Suddenly she her mind is stretched across millions of square feet, she has eyes and ears everywhere. However she focuses on finding Lord Salkeen’s whereabouts Jericha’s, and that of whatever was causing the destruction. She finds Lord Salkeen, however Jericha’s presence is absent. Then she sees the wall of fel fire from the fel Star, crashing down throughout the Kiln, obliterating all in it path of destruction. She could also see that Lord Salkeen was the one causing this destruction. She then feels a slight disturbance in one of the lower levels. Glancing really fast she sees Jaseiah… and was that Ahcire with her, gate into the Kiln on one of the lower levels. She also sees that her Lords cascading wall of fiery fel death was rushing towards them. Her mind snaps from the Kiln reconnecting with the greater majority once again. “I myself normally wouldn’t even think of interfering. However Jericha is gone and he is about to use the fire from his fel Star to destroy his children.” Ahcirej says just as they reach their destination.
Ahcirej doesn’t have time to thank him, she needs to get back there now. Switching to digitigrade she activates her rocket boosters, and goes flying through the portal. She appears in the air above her Lord, she summons a powerful layer of shielding to help along with the bodies natural resistances, and protections. She then drops from the sky like a meteor, her holy flames leap from her blade, wreathing her body as she swings it down towards her Burning Lord. Salkeen barely even twitches as he brings up one of his fiery blades. He swiftly parries her attack, knocking her from the air and away from him. Ahcirej hits the steel bridge bounces twice before regaining control of her body. Flipping to her feet she slides back the last few yards with her blade held out before her. It creates a force shield the blocks most of Lord Salkeen’s fel flames from burning her. “You dare interfere with the purging of those who are unworthy of living in my world? Those who might challenge my queen’s rule?” Lord Salkeen roars sending a another wave of fel fire crashing down around her. Instantly switching to plantigrade she is gone in the blink of as eye. She noticed the portal not far from him the moment she returned. appearing before him in a crouched position, she engages all the systems that will allow her to utilize as much strength as possible. She then comes up her hand clenched into a fist, heading straight for his jaw. With any luck one of two things would happen. He would be thrown through the portal, or he wouldn’t, but the attack would break his concentration on the hell he was sending towards the children. “What the hell are you doing Lord Salkeen? I have no Idea where Jericha is, but I don’t think she will take you killing yours, and her daughter that well.” Ahcirej says
Isaik folded his arms into his sleeves as he listened to his minion, the echoes would need to retrieve the valuable items, the dark master would need to ensure to instill in them a sense of urgency and destruction… The trap could not be laid correctly if it merely appeared that Isaik’s forces strolled in and picked up the items with care… Isaik focused on his minion, his mind attached to her own, he saw every item she was referring to within her own memories and mental images…
“Quite wise my Yumara… The same is done for my sub domain, the mechanical and strength powered might of the Juggernaut line the upper levels, should someone ever break the elementals catatonic state this is the level most likely revealed…” Isaik stated, he watched her mind for those images of poisons, plagues and darker experiments. Isaik was quite satisfied with her new location in the sub domain, not that she had seen in yet, but the master planned to relocate her own personal territory next to his own connected on the east to the Artificer’s domain…
Isaik nodded, this was perfect information, it would give them the time to set up the trap in Yumara’s labs, a sense of emergency would overtake Myrandah forcing her to rush through faster than one would carefully normally go…
“A gift from both you and me, my dear… I believe you have a compass, something that could be used to track you or Izzabelle down? A object seemingly downright necessary to finding people swallowed up by a organization such as my own… A few minor adjustments will need to be made of course…” Isaik hissed, removing his hands from his sleeves the dark creature revealed he already had acquired Yumara’s compass… Isaik conjured another piece of parchment in his other hand, “Now we merely need the urgency…” Isaik hissed causing the paper to appear before Yumara, he would take this time to begin his work on the compass…
Isaik examined every word of Yumara’s description of the young child, his claws infused the deepest parts of the compass with a small piece of lingering shadow… The dark master wove magical strands of binding that tied the compass to himself, while in Myrandah’s grip Isaik would slowly begin his process of corruption…
“Crimson drakes can do more than just heal… A red dragon can heal or drain the land, some few have even preformed acts of necromancy… I am sure with proper motivation…” Isaik hissed, watching as Yumara showed him a vision of the young drakes power to cleanse, Isaik sent images back to Yumara of what could be… A blood red Drake strife with grief over a lost mother, left with no other options turning to darker and darker acts and magic to rescue her… Isaik gave a wicked grin, even if he could not easily control the drake, her eggs could be corrupted in twilight drakes like many dragons before her…
Isaik watched as Yumara and her creations gathered many of the items she needed, Isaik sent his echoes to do the same. Each of the semi-incorporeal seized the tomes, notes and scrolls while simultaneously trashing the objects left over… Things had to look as if they were taken by force, searched and trashed as a evil force stole from Yumara’s labs…
Isaik knew she was right, it was relatively easy to gather things like information without problem, the dark master grinned as he heard one of the many echoes simply toss a desk aside as if it couldn’t find what it was searching for…
“Soon…” Isaik hissed, Yumara would do well to work with Skalaz, the Artificer had also created creatures of immense alchemical horror…
Isaik hissed a deep primal snarl it was time to set the scene of the false battle, he had just the idea on how to go about it… “Indeed… However this will need to be bloody…” Isaik stated he extended his arms in his right hand appeared a blade of solid shadow, his left was wreathed in Void…
Isaik moved first as he would if he had truly attacked Yumara’s lab… The dark creature simply melted into the floor appearing at the gateway Yumara had destroyed, before inundating the shattered gateway with void… The dark master and his echoes would appeared to have hijacked Yumara’s gateway to enter her laboratory… Isaik strode forward using void energy to blast away objects from his person, he and his echoes had come forth in great force… That is when Isaik looked at Yumara directing her to send Mirage in to engage him and any echo in the room…
Salkeen now saw that Jericha understood him just as he understood what she was saying, they were but two big fish in a pond of little fish… In nature these two fish would fight to the death, neither denizen of the deep willing to normally bow to the other… But Salkeen and Jericha were not natural beings… Two great predatory beasts working together for the worst detriment of the galaxy…
She was right, Ebony could be watching, Isaik undoubtedly was watching… Salkeen growled he would need to make preparations to remove their ability to remember the event as well. For now Salkeen had to purge the unworthy of the Kiln!
Salkeen’s vision was red, so many had to be purged, all that Jericha could’ve seen, all that heard her, all the great demon lord could sense having wavering loyalties… Salkeen roared he saw so many fit to be purged, his raging flame burned ever brighter as the fel fueled inferno rained down upon those within the Kiln, they surged forward towards those loyal soldiers waiting to invade a new world! The demonic soldiers had not seen Jericha or her weakness, it was not their purpose to do anything but commit war, that mattered little… Lord Salkeen had tasted the blood in the water, now all were in danger!!
Salkeen saw red everything must be purged, when his advanced demonic senses felt something coming right for him! Lord Salkeen lifted his clawed hand quickly a burning sword materializing in his grip just Ahcirej swung! Salkeen merely tilted his head to see who dared try to attack his form before knocking the women in the mechanical body away… “You dare interfere with the purging of those who are unworthy of living in my world? Those who might challenge my queen’s rule?” Lord Salkeen roared with demonic fury before sending a another wave of fel fire crashing down around the brash women…
Salkeen had only finally started to realize that his own were among those in the Kiln, it distracted him for only a second but it was long enough for Ahcirej to connect with him, sending the demon lord skidding backwards! In rage Salkeen dug his claws into the felsteel trying to halt his form from moving… Ahcirej’s new body was however strong sending Salkeen through the portal, his claws gouging the green grassy earth on the innocent world before he stopped… Salkeen howled, he needed to finish his purge, rushing forward the demon lord nearly made it back through the rift before Ahcirej charged through intercepting the demon lord mid lunge! The sheer audacity of the women to challenge her own lord to combat, Salkeen swing low staggering her form before backhanding the women into a nearby semi-grassy hill… “You wanna fight, test my patience with your limits?? It is your folly!” Salkeen roared seizing a great chunk of earth from beneath him and sending it crashing at Ahcirej with a great explosion of fel chaos!!
Ahcirej sighs with relief as her fist connected with her Lords jaw, sending him backwards and through the portal. She doesn’t waste a second transitioning back to digitigrade. Rushing through the portal, she shoulder checks Lord Salkeen mid lounge. They both land on the grass of the new and innocent world. There’s a popping sound as Ahcirej subconsciously relays the protocols to realign the arm and shoulder. Even with the protection of the elementium, and her own layer of shielding. The body was sending the message to her mind that the Demon Lords flames were starting to cause a small amount of damage to her form. Ahcirej is aware of one thing she cannot let Lord Salkeen get back through that portal until he calmed down…
Before Ahcirej can act however Her Lord swings low. The hilt of his fiery blade crashes into her form, just below where her ribs would be. The powerful blow dents her body, while causing damage to some of the inner workings. Her mind subluxes a bit from the motherboard, causing her to stagger. She rejoins just as Lord Salkeen backhands her. Her Head snaps to the side, as her body is sent careening backwards. There’s an small explosion of earth as her body strikes the small hill, tearing it up. She bounces once, twice, before correcting her stature and sliding to a stop. There was damage to the left hip joint, the knee, and the rocket boosts on her left side. There was also a slight disfunction in the wiring to her left arm. She rapidly engages the systems to repair the damage…Ahcirej was damn glad about now that she could feel the damage the body was taking. She was just made aware of it through the bodies, relay and telecommunication systems.
Ahcirej snaps her head in Lord Salkeen’s direction. “Yes Lord Salkeen, I wish to test my limits. I also wish to test yours.” She gets those words out a split second before Lord Salkeen send a massive chunk of fel infused earth at her. She’s gone in the blink of an eye, appearing about ten yards from the explosion of fel chaos. Even then chunks of fel burning earth and a few boulders crash down on and around her. “As for patience, don’t make me laugh, we both know that is something you do not possess.” Ahcirej says as a half dozen mirror images of herself appear in a half circle around Lord Salkeen. Tapping into the power of her might stones each image sends a giant ball of holy fire blasting at the Demon Lord. While Ahcirej send a triple strength one at the portal, in hopes to destroy it so that Lord Salkeen couldn’t rush back through it.
Ahcirej in all actuality has all she can do not to drop to her knees and beg forgiveness. Yet she strongly believes that this is what Lord Salkeen needs. He needs a battle, someplace and some thing to turn his all consuming rage on before it consumes him. She chose to make that some one herself, and she wouldn’t give into her weakness, until she was either defeated or her Lord truly commanded her to stop. However for now she needed to ascertain that his fury was directed at her, and not those within the Kiln. “I probably don’t have to worry about your patience though my Lord. From what I saw in the Arena If Jericha and I hadn’t been there, you most likely would be back on the Kiln licking your wounds from an epic loss.” Ahcirej says with a slight mocking sneer. “This form of mine was made by the same Orc, should I take it easy on you. Perhaps when we return to the Kiln it will be you kneeling before me.” She continues in a flippant voice, laughing cruelly. “It’s not like you aren’t already use to being on your knees before your Dark Master.” With those last words she braces herself because she knows that the attack coming is goi g to cause some serious damage.
There was something immensely satisfying about the way Masters mind was tied into her own. Knowing that she didn’t need to speak for him to know what was needed, made things much easier. To her the feel of Masters tendrils moving throughout her body, and mind, had become second nature. Electrical impulses, the slight feel of fluid moving beneath the skin. She has grown so accustomed to his presence, that at times she is certain he picks up on thoughts before they even register in her mind. Such as Master would know to have his echoes destroy anything in her labs or house pertaining to Rogal. Her and him had been working together, so she had books filled with notes. Those were things best left undiscovered so the dark shadows echoes burned them away as they tore the place apart.
Yumara smiles a dark sinister like smile, “those that dug in a little to deep, quickly found themselves sinking above their heads.” She says as her bow appears in her hands and she sends an e plosives shot across the room into some of the less significant flasks, and vials. “It did make it so I was never short on volunteers, although they never realized until to late just what they were volunteering for.” She finishes her bow once more appearing across her back. “There’s a labyrinth of void separating the main levels from the sub levels. That is where I usually catch and detain those who are to nosy for their own good. There are a few there now, trapped tortured, I will see to them before we leave.”
Yumara turns to focus her attention solely on Master as he speaks of the compass that she possesses. “The compasses each can be used to track, Izzabelle, Myrandah, myself, and Jericha. Each of us has one, although I’m certain Jericha has either destroyed hers or has it hidden.” Yumara states she knows without speaking that Master knows exactly what the compasses do. Yumara while not being completely taken by surprise, is slightly shocked when Master reveals that he has her compass. She hadn’t even felt him move up beside her, or had he taken it earlier? Not that it really mattered she had a job to do. She takes the parchment, in one hand then moves over to a part of her lab where a few trees grew. She presses the palm of her free hand against the bark. Dragging it down, she scratches and rips the flesh causing it to bleed in places. Hissing slightly, she switches and does it to the other hand. She crumples the paper in places, leaving bloody prints on it. Then she writes purposely making it messy as if her hands are shaking as she is writing.
Myrandah, if you get this, I may or may not still be living… there’s drops of blood before the message continues Oh god I can hear them,… isn’t safe, no-place is safe… please Myrand… their getting closer… got to hide. The message once more is cut off, parts of it unreadable by the bloodstains decorating the paper. I have fixed my compa… so that those tha… abelle, and are comi… me cannot hide us. I hear them outside I don’t hav… longer. Don’t believe the… have tortured, and brain washed Izz…, I’m not sure what will beco… please hurry. If you find this the compass is in the secre… the message ends there. Yumara know that Myrandah will be able to decode what was being said. Once she did she would be frantic with worry.
Yumara laughs as she sees the images that Master sends her. “They are teaching her to be a healer, I would love to see what Type of monster Master could turn her into.” She sends Master the image, of the look of disgust, and horror, on Myrandah’s face when Yumara offered to bring Lizzie to her farm. Train her in Alchemy, and Archery. “A lost and broken mind overcome with grief is so easily manipulated.” Yumara says tapping her chin with her finger. For a split second she double over in pain, it seems the child within doesn’t like this. For the time being she relents and stops speaking of it, although to her all will one day belong to Master, in some form or another.
Yumara wastes no time sending Mirage after Master, the massive arcane wolf leaps at Isaik, both front paws slashing at his chest. Arcane magic causes both his claws and moth to glow a whitish blue, as salivating jaws snap at his face. As Mirage attacks Master Yumara sends a barrage of arrows into a group of the echoes they explode covering the area around them in their dark corruptive essence. She then launches a snake trap, before pulling the glaive from her back and sending it careening across the room. This was going to have to be a bloody battle to be believable.
The Juggernaut nodded he understood exactly what Ahcirej meant, his own second in command felt pretty heavily a dislike for Skalaz the two constantly arguing whether technology or alchemy was superior to the other. Both wished to kill the other but death was not preferred, neither wished to bring the fury of the master upon themselves! “Champion of the Gods, a worthy individual for my work…” Drednautt stated…
The Juggernaut understood what she meant, no matter how strong the sensors and relays were no matter what the devices could pick up they couldn’t directly plant that knowledge into Ahcirej’s mind… Though the women seemed sad and willing to accept such defeat, the Juggernaut did not think in such a way, he would need to talk with his second in command but what the Juggernaut saw before him was a challenge to overcome…
Drednautt stopped and looked at Ahcirej closer noting the sadness and hurt in her voice. “I apologize…” Drednautt stated, he hardly meant to hurt the women with his words but he would never be the orc to craft such a armor and believe it finished. The two would need to one day meet up again to further enhance the mechanical body…
“I wish you luck, fight with glory…” Drednautt stated placing a hand on her shoulder before watching the women charge off to a battle that had no known conclusion… The Juggernaut turned away from the portals, she would do alright…
Myrandah stood next to one of the long wooden counters in Elasande’s kitchen. She was waited no for the water to heat so that she could make some tea. As she waited she watched as Lizzie bounced around the room, a four and a half years old ball of energy. Lizzie stopped and stood before Fushan, our of breath with a big smile on her face. “Mistewa Fushin siwa what awah you making us fowa dinna?” She asks looking up at him with huge eyes. Meanwhile Elasande In elaborating on her many misadventures with Lizzie. She is in the middle of explaining why she was receiving such nasty looks from m that one Void Elf. The story had Myrandah trying not to laugh, Lizzie had a tendency of speaking without giving thought to what she was saying. “I’ve told you countless times Elsy that you need to be careful what you say around her. She’s like a sponge she soaks up everything.” Myrandah says bringing her hand to her face to wipe away a tear of laughter. It is then that she feels it the slight burning pain of the curse that horrid creature wearing elvin flesh had left on her. A mark that marred her face, that she kept hidden…
She felt it, it was just a slight vibration, stopping what she is doing she reaches into one of the pouches strapped to her side. Pulling out watch of sorts she opens the cover, she twists a few dials then frown slightly. *That wretched monster I knew he was lying, Yumara would never join with Vile disgusting beings such as himself and his Master. She lets out a relieved sigh, she would need to go and visit Yumara as soon as they finished eating their dinner. Perhaps she would bring Lizzie with her, it had been a while since she had seen her. Myrandah smiled, Yumara, and her working together would get Izzabelle back. At least she hoped, Yumara’s one concern had alway been Jericha, then it had for a while become Rogal. Whatever happened there had caused Yumara to revert back to being an mostly emotionless recluse. Still Myrandah missed her silent friend, she knew Lizzie them as well, even the insane untrustworthy Jericha. A moment later the kettle whistles letting her know that the water is ready. She takes the kettle from the heat and pours hot water into three cups. She then adds Elasande’s handmade tea bags into each cup. She places them on a tray along with some honey and lemon and orange slices and heads for the table.
The tray hits the floor the ceramic mugs shatter, boiling hot liquid scalding her legs as it splashes onto them. She was attuned to the watch, when needed they could seek each other through them. It was how she knew Izzabelle was in Pandaria, however what she just felt was fear, fear from Yumara was practically unheard of. She is halfway to the door when Elasande catches her. “Myrandah, wait up…stop! What’s going on?” She asks holding Her arm in a firm grip. Myrandah jerks her arm free. “Yumara’s in trouble…” She starts saying when she is cut off. “Please Yumara is perfectly capable of caring for herself. That’s if she is truly able to care for any…” the sound of a hand connecting with a face could be heard echoing throughout the room. Myrandah looks at her hand in shock, then at the growing red mark on Elasande’s face. She reaches to heal it but gets overture rebuked. Lizzie stops running around and runs up throwing her arms around her mothers legs. “Momma.” Myrandah reaches down and lifts her up. “Momma has to go, Yumara needs her…” she starts saying. “No I want you to stay hewa, have dinna wid me, aunty sande, an Fushin, pwease momma.” Lizzie says her arms wrapped around her mothers neck. Myrandah hugs her daughter close and kisses the top of her head. “I promise to come back as soon as I can, however for now it’s not safe. There’s really bad people out there. I need you to go with Aunty Sande, to Jeheami, she will be able to keep you safe.”
She reluctantly sits Lizzie down. Who would s sniffling and starting to cry, leaving her daughter was hard, she wanted to just scoop her up and forget everything else. Yet the pain she feels when she brings her hand to her face strengthens her resolve. There was horrific evil out there, evil that had taken Izzabelle. Evil that was most likely now after Yumara as well. She would not let that happen, turning to Fushan she bows, “I apologize but I must be going, someone of great importance to me is in danger.” With that said she bends down kisses Lizzie and activates her hearthstone teleporting herself I to the entry way of her home. She rushes down into the cellar, after activating a few runes and bringing down some wards a secret door appears. Stepping inside she finds herself in a room with a few doors lining the walls. One of the doors is completely destroyed. Myrandah doesn’t know what happened to Jericha’s Ghostland estate, she just knows that it is no longer there. She is about to activate the doorway to Yumara’s Pandarian farm when it happens.
The gateway was destroyed and the dark corruptive energy backlashes through the connection. It shatters the door of Myrandah’s side, the explosion sends her into the wall on the other side of the room. She hits with enough force to fracture a few bone, bruise muscles, and rupture one of her kidneys. She stumbles to her feet, muttering the words of a flash of light. In shock she stares at the destroyed door, still leaking remnants of dark void magic. *Oh god! Yumara, she had to get to her, was she even still alive? She grabs her watch and flicks it open, it burns in her hand… DANGER! *she needed to get to Yumara’s farm as quickly as possible. Her mind in turmoil she isn’t thinking straight, first she would need to get back to Stormwind. She rushes out the door, there was a Mage in town that had set up a permanent portal to Stormwind some years back. Rushing into his tower she drops a few Golds on the table, before disappearing into the portal. The old wizard doesn’t even bother to look up, lakes a long hit fro his pipe, and continues reading. If Myrandah has been thinking clearly she would of thought to return to Elasande’s and spoken with Fushan, when would probably have been able to get her to Yumara’s much faster.
Jambuku felt himself physically wounded as the demon witch Izzabelle infected his patron loa’s given power… The troll fell to the ground on his left knee before returning back up with a rage troll berserker fury, how dare she defile the loa!! Jambuku readied his spells he would fill the women’s mind with nightmares of every dark loa, pain of her meager existence when Alzlek called to him… A male elf in armor fighting his warrior comrade, the demon witches mate perhaps? Jambuku’s thoughts were proven as he sent dark flames at the armored elf and the demon witch came to defend him…
Jambuku hissed coughing up blood, at the corner of his lips however was still the smallest grin, he could break her by breaking her mate… “Ya think dat we are weak, dat be your first mistake.” As Jambuku speaks he casts three spells in rapid succession. Initiation bettering his chance at damaging this evil creature that thought to destroy them. Followed by curse of fragility, weakening the wretched monster even more, he finishes it with absolute corruption. These first spells would work to set the demon witch on the defensive, then Jambuku would teach her the folly of attacking his tribe… The vile creature writhed on the ground, perhaps she was weaker than he thought… “Not so strong little bug, da trolls dey will crush you.” Jambuku laughs, casting drain life, “Now ta let your cursed life powa da trolls.” Jambuku’s laugh turns into a soul wrenching scream of pain as soon as Izzabelle’s life force strikes his hands. He shrieks as his fingers rot away and crumble to dust, followed by his hand and then his lower arm.
Alzlek seeing this sliced Jambuku’s arm off at the shoulder, setting his blade ablaze to cauterize the wound so he will not bleed out. The remains of his arm turn to dust before it hits the ground, then the dust particles vanish. Jambuku turns to the wretched elf who is howling in a mix of both agony and laughter. The demon witch recovered quickly, coming to her feet and slicing at Jambuku’s heels, Then slamming her weapon into his knee breaking his bones…
Jambuku spit up blood and released it to the floor beside him, “Ju think even if we die dat is de end? We trolls never die…” Jambuku hissed defiantly as the demon witch took off to slay another of his comrades…
What was this monster? No elf Jambuku had ever seen had attacked them in this same way… Were they even from the accursed horde or alliance? Perhaps a dark thought cake over Jambuku, they were remnants of the recently defeated legion…
Jambuku used dark bargains and magic to give him the ability to fight and stand, if Shadra could not help him slay this enemy he would need to ask the aid of a much darker loa… The well traveled forest troll had heard of such a loa, something even the Zandalari feared and despised… “You don’t know what a curse is witch…” Jambuku spat at her, the troll was ready to sacrifice it all… “I call upon the darkest of loa, I call The Soulflayer, The Blood God, The Faceless One, The Loa of Blood… Hakkar give me your boon!” Jambuku called out with resolve, within seconds something responded…
Around Jambuku afflicted trolls choked and died as their soul and blood left their bodies draining them to withered husks… Alzlek turned to see his tribes hexer turn to one of the darkest of troll loa, it filled him with dread, were they so doomed without The Soulflayer? Jambuku gave a wild cackle as his severed arm slightly regenerated into a razor bladed wing like appendage that shot out trying to impale Izzabelle… The troll ducked sideways trying again to slash at the demon witch, she was nothing compared to the great Hakkar! Jambuku was met by several jabs to his chest by her serrated oil like blades before he stubbled… “What are you?” Jambuku hissed, his gleeful smiles were fading as he still was unable to match the power of this demon elf…
Jambuku hissed, he had one last trick up his sleeve, “Maybe I can’t kill you, but your mate might not be so lucky!!” Jambuku turned himself towards Sericon and called upon his dark loa’s power before sending a dark storm magical storm at Sericon, a swirling vortex of corrupted blood! “Die! For I taste the blood of life!!” Jambuku roared a drunk madness overtaking him!
Alzlek hissed as he watched several of his tribes homes burn from the unholy fire of the legion, troll children and mothers burned alive their calls of agony filling the sky as the sulfuric flames scalded their souls… Alzlek cursed he had no idea how to defeat such a creature of power… Yet he still had to try…
Alzlek launched himself at the vile armored elf causing brilliant flashes of green and orange! The sulfuric flames wrapped around in the sky like a predatory demon while the orange flames battered at them like a dragonhawk defending its young. In many ways that’s what Alzlek was doing, he cared for his tribe, the flames of Jan’alia would purge away this demonic filth!!
This was bad, Alzlek forced himself to his feet rushing off to get to Jambuku’s side… “They coming mon! Be ready!” Alzlek called out placing his back to Jambuku…
The trolls moved together dodging and readying themselves for the now overextended armored elf, however they were both stopped by another force…
Alzlek stumbled back from the surprise blow, this elf had only saved the other just barely but now Alzlek was ready to attack again! The female elf targeted Jambuku who seemed just as eager to bring her down leaving Alzlek with Sericon once more. Alzlek charged at Sericon prompting the armored elf to parry his wild swing, Sericon couldn’t help but enjoy feeling the adrenaline of combat, the dark elf parrying the trolls attack once more balked up his fist and slammed it right into the old cauterized wound… Alzlek groaned in pain as the wild swing caused internal hemorrhaging, however it seemed Jambuku was having a worse time as he brought the demon witch down and began to sap her life away, it had rebounded! Alzlek scrapped his blade across the ground tossing sand at Sericon before bolting to Jambuku. Alzlek seeing his hexers arm disintegrate sliced Jambuku’s arm off at the shoulder, setting his blade ablaze to cauterize the wound so he will not bleed out. The remains of his arm turn to dust before it hits the ground, then the dust particles vanish.
Alzlek was knocked away by Sericon, a move the troll didn’t even see coming! Alzlek called out in pain as he tumbled further causing hemorrhaging to his stomach…, Was this the end??
Alzlek looked over at his hexer with confusion… Hakkar? The loa god that had nearly killed so many in Gurubashi?? Sericon had glanced over as well giving Alzlek a opening to strike stabbing outwards the troll impacted hard into Sericon’s armor… Sericon glanced down, now one could tell the elf was rather irritated that the troll had even tried to fight… Sericon seizes Alzlek by the neck hoisting him into the air, Alzlek hissed in pain but responded by spewing forth burning flames from his mask, they did nothing to the elf and his armors…
Sericon saw what Jambuku was about to do quicker than perhaps Jambuku had expected, Sericon turned placing Alzlek between himself and Jambuku! The troll warrior called out in agony as the dark magic washed over him, corrupted blood filled his body and began to rot him from the inside out! Sericon grunted slightly he could feel the magic washing around Alzlek and over his armor, underneath his armor the elves skin began to split and turn black… The elf still smiled Alzlek would be long dead before he himself was to far effected, Alain by his own tribe mate.
The echoes were a efficient kind of minion, as soon as Master Isaik senses the need to eradicate the evidence of the long gone elf, the shapeless beings tore into what had his magical signatures upon it… Desks where work had been done by him had been thrown across the room and shattered into pieces, the echoes rushing forward like a poltergeist!
Isaik directed his hands into the air summoning several shadowy tendrils around a pillar before crushing the support structure and bringing several pieces of the ceiling! “You would do well in my sub domain… Your work is a lot like The Artificer’s…” Isaik hissed, the dark creature sent a powerful blast of shadow into a nearby wall, before summoning forth one of Yumara’s minor nature beings and sending a blast of shadow causing the creature to splatter against the wall…
Isaik nodded, in his own domain there were a mindless amount of tunnels several leading to hordes of kobolds, troggs or other subterranean creatures… “See to as many as you wish, I’ll finish any others off…” Isaik stated, in a true invasion the dark creature would have left nothing untouched… Infact the master was hardly a creature that would’ve done such a thing alone, though he had the power to do so… Isaik was a clever unfair creature…
Isaik did indeed already know how the compasses work, Yumara being so tied to him also understood what her job was creating a fake parchment… A fake last words as the dark force ravaged her domain searching for whatever dark goals the master had in mind… Isaik would need to be sure to add his mark later to that letter, when he destroyed her pet…
Isaik pondered the action for a moment, he could easily capture another drake and try the infamous experiments that Nefarion had conducted… The creation of chromatic dragons… Isaik could also force a further grown Drake to birth eggs that could be corrupted into twilight drakes…
Isaik let the beast rip into his chest sending tattered shards of clothing across the room yet his rotted flesh remained, the dark master could become ethereal at will dodging most assaults before sending bladed shadowy tendrils at the wolf beast and sending it crashing into a nearby pillar… Isaik purposely let Mirage get up and move before using his tendrils to send the ceiling above crashing down in the area… Isaik hissed, his bladed arm up and ready for Mirage to assault again while his other arm shot forth bladed tendrils that purposely only grazed Yumara’s outter arm spraying the walls with blood…
Isaik pulled back his power as Mirage leapt towards him, Isaik blocked the massive wolves attack with his bladed arm before knocking the beast away and giving it a grazing blow to spread its blood across the floor… Several echoes lunged forwards in their moves to attack Yumara purposely allowing themselves to be cut down… Isaik gave a small grin as Mirage attacked again only to be blown back by a dark force of solid shadow…
“Yumara my dear I do enjoy our false battle, but it merely just occurred to me, this such battle would be if I were underestimating your power… I tend not to do such things…” The dark creature hissed, “It appears we are missing a combatant, someone who is supposed to tip the odds in darknesses favor… I suppose now is a better time then ever to meet…” Isaik hissed opening a rift behind him to the sub domain, the one he was calling would come through when needed…
Isaik then rushed forward past Mirage right upon Yumara herself, communicating with her mind the master warned Yumara of every strike as he used his solid shadow blade to graze her flesh and tendrils to rip at her clothing… The Master was a apex creature of pure power and domination, it was obvious that he would have engaged a being much like himself… When Isaik sensed Yumara growing weaker the same grazing attacks were followed by mending shadows and calming feelings… Isaik watched her closely he very well understood her need to balance death with life… Isaik continued the fight himself and Yumara now heading towards her great labyrinth, it would’ve made no sense for such beings to end such a battle at the entrance of her laboratory…
It had only been a few moments of work before Skalaz heard the call again… The master called him, to a great underground labyrinth like laboratory… The goblin turned from his latest creation before stalking through a void rift that appeared behind him…
Skalaz appeared with a underground domain, a beautiful laboratory or it once was before it seemed to be purposely destroyed… Skalaz noticed Yumara quickly, The masters favored… “Quite a place you had here… Let me guess boss, inna real take over I would’ve been present… So present I must be?” Skalaz said aloud he expected no real response, he already knew that answer as a large wolf with glowing paws lunged at him. The goblin hissed, before snapping his fingers causing a resounding blast of flames to separate him and the massive wolf…
Skalaz moved backwards with a grace that one might not think a person like him would have creating scorched earth every other lunge from the predatory wolf… Skalaz scowled, he knew full well in a real battle he might get injured and halted for just a moment to let the great wolf sink its fangs into his shoulder… Skalaz grunted in pain before whispering to the wolf, “This is gonna hurt…” the goblin pressed his hand onto the wolves paw before a resounding blast sent the two combatants away from each other… Skalaz landed hard but managed to right himself, Mirage was not as lucky tumbling hard before finally coming to a stop… The wolf was missing its front right leg, the whole limb used as ingredients for a living bomb… Mirage was not a normal beast however and rose up to the remaining legs a defiant challenge…
Skalaz grinned under his hooded mask, this was way more fun than that damned undead freak and his friends… Skalaz prepared to engage again before Mirage simply took off running ok it’s three massive legs after the Master and Yumara, the wolf was given the idea to flank the dark creature from behind…
Had he not been so lost in his madness to destroy them. So drunk n the power that the Dark Loa could bestow upon him. Perhaps he would of seen the glint in the cursed witches eyes. The small turning up of the corner of her lips into a sinister smile. My, my you have just sealed your fate little Troll. Izzabelle thinks to herself, as thoughts of killing this specific Troll leaves her mind.
Izzabelle pauses for a moment letting out a burst of insane laughter. “Yes, that’s it sacrifice your friend, your family. Let them feed you, fill you with power, we aren’t so different are we?” Izzabelle’s words are brought to a halt as razor sharp winged like appendage rips through her abdomen. It shreds flesh, muscle, organs, before bursting out through her lower back. When he rips the appendage free, Izzabelle chokes up large mouthfuls of blood. Blackish green blood spills from the horrific looking wound. Izzabelle brings her hand down to the bloody crater. With a few words fel flames engulf her belly and back, cauterizing the wound. “That wasn’t very nice, Now was it.” She spits out as she goes into a flurry of blows striking the Hexxer repeatedly with her poisoned blades. They puncture his body in multiple places, before she regains a semblance of control and pulls back.
As his smile fades and the question leaves his bloodied lips, within Izzabelle smiles. “I am a destiny that you never new that you had.” She says her voice would be like the wind, the words would caress his ears, but not be understood because of the language she spoke.
Izzabelle lets out a world weary sigh, did this Troll think her Bonded was truly that weak. Still it wouldn’t do to let him get away with turning his back on her. As he attacks Sericon, Izzabelle’s form changes into that of an hybrid Aranasi. So drunk on power, he doesn’t even notice her change. She towers behind him, watching as he goes to cast a dark spell at her beloved.
Izzabelle grins as her Bonded uses the troll he had been fighting as a shield. She waits as the Maddened trolls magic quickly destroys the troll, corruption rotting it from the inside out. Izzabelle waits until the troll is choking up mouthfuls of rotting foul smelling blood before she moves. In a flash she drives one of her daggers into the lower spine of the troll. The blade having been switched to one that was coated with a highly paralytic toxin. One that would leave the Troll quickly unable to remain standing. Still that was okay, Izzabelle wasn’t done yet. From beneath her arms two sets of spider like legs appear. The lower parts of them are like long scythes, she drives the the bottom set through the thick muscles and meat of Jambuku’s thighs. The upper set puncture through the flesh beneath his ribs, the tear through the muscles lining his ribs before busting out near his shoulders. Izzabelle makes sure to avoid to much damage to his lungs, as she lifts him up off the ground. With one arm she reaches for the winged appendage, that had ripped a hole through her earlier. Using her Demonic strength she grabs it, ripping it free, then plunges it into the neck of Sericon’s shield. Grasping the trolls head she jerks it back, so that he can see her.
“Shhhhh, sleep now, when you wake up, you will meet one who will change your destiny.” Izzabelle says just as her face morphs into that of an arachnid. Her mandibles drill through the flesh, and bone, of the back of his skull beneath his ears. She releases neurotoxins into his brain, paralyzing it. At the same time her tongue becomes a thick hollow needle like appendage that she quickly drives through the flesh on his neck and into his his upper spine. More paralytic toxin are released into his spine, Izzabelle grins while holding Jambuku like a puppet.
Turning to Sericon she smiles, and her words drift into his mind. Do you think the Master might be able to find a use for him? she asks as some of her spiderlings start scurrying up Jambuku’s limp form, before vanishing into Izzabelle’s mouth. So quick is he to make bargains with dark powers. So swift to sacrifice and condemn his family, his friends. she motions to the lifeless troll Sericon still holds and the ones one the ground around them. besides he seems to want the live forever, I’m sure ourbenevolentMaster, would be more then happy to oblige him. the sheer amount of dark humor radiating from Izzabelle as she says the word benevolent could be cut with a knife. Izzabelle then turns to Rekkagg “I wish to bring this one back for the Master.” She says.
Jerzarn staggered slightly before with all his strength the troll ripped free the wooden splinters in his flesh and tossing them to the side… Knowing something was wrong with the land was a given knowing the elementals were so catatonic, but the troll never even considered such force and power was responsible for it all… Jerzarn took a deep breath casting his gaze over the ever destroyed ruins of what was once his tribe… Had he damned them by bringing them here?
Jerzarn calmed his nerves and held out his hands, the sunken dead looking orc glared at him from across the destruction… Jerzarn knew it was likely he would not survive this fight, but he atleast had to save his people. Jerzarn extended his hands summoning forth great cyclones of force that ripped the earth apart as it flung razor sharp boulders at Rekkagg and his demon beast… Rekkagg laughed at the trolls tries to bring the orc down, Rekkagg slid down the silithid’s chitin shell down to a leg segment before crouching atop. With such a wild move the orc had dodged the flying projectiles, while the others hammered the massive insect… Jerzarn could do nothing else but think to reinforce his attack with sleet and ice that raced across the field towards the massive creature…
Encasing the legs of the great insect Jerzarn hoped for a moment of respite before with resounding cracks the creatures overwhelming strength freed the massive insect from its icy entrapment… Jerzarn wound up his arm before streaks of lightning struck around the massive silithid, Jerzarn knew he could hardly fight the massive creature up close and the orc… Jerzarn’s heart raced, the Orc was gone! When had he? Jerzarn roared out in agony as a black arrow pierced his shoulder, causing the troll to keel forward and into the dirt…
“Why…” Jerzarn hissed the Black arrow slowly spreading around his blood, necrotizing poison beginning to claim the trolls life… “Why you so arrogant!” Jerzarn hissed gesturing a hand into the air and summoning a great spike of earth at Rekkagg…
They rush forward, ghosts best left in the past. They leap, they reach, only to be shredded as tendrils of void whip out from Yumara. Yumara is to busy to even notice, one of the desks hits a cage with a pair of parrots in it. The explosion of blood, feathers, and bones, that splatters the wall. Looks like some twisted form of artwork.
More of her animal companions are crushed beneath the collapsed ceiling. Along with those are a few of Masters shadowy echoes, entwined within Yumara’s vines. Yumara summons a cloud of stinging nettles, with a flick of her wrist she send them towards one of Masters dark beings. A loud droning buzz can be heard as each nettle becomes a wasp, then they multiply. The creatures shadowy like fore is disrupted as its layers are shredded. As they strike the wall behind them they return to their normal form. “I would well anywhere, as long as I am with Master.” Yumara states as the two of them take the destruction to the lower levels.
Mirage lets out a loud yelp as he crashes into one of the pillers, a few of his ribs fracturing on impact. Still that will not keep the massive spirit wolf down for long, mending it’s damage it rushes master again. This time it is certain that it will shred more than just clothing. It’s Mistress was in danger, and it would protect her with it’s life. The wolf leaps jaws like a steel trap snap down at Masters out stretched arm, just as the bladed tendrils leave his fingers. Mirage doesn’t understand that this is all an elaborate rouge, he howls in rage as his Mistress hisses in pain. A bow appears in Yumara’s hands and she fires an explosive shot at a group of Masters Void echoes. they make a lovely V patters as their shadowy essense splats across the floor.
Mirage howls in rage as another of its attacks is blocked, the Dark ones blades graze along his flank sending a splattering of blood across the floor. Meanwhile a Scatter shot, followed by a Beast Cleave from the recently summoned Yamato, cut down the echoes that had foolishly thought to attack Yumara. Mirage filled with fury from bestial wrath tears after Master once more, only to be blown across the room by a force of solid shadow.
Seeing the new combatant entering the frey Mirage Quickly sets his sight on him. Still in a rage he sprints towards the Goblin and lunges, only to be blasted away once again. This infuriates the beast, arcane magic causes it’s entire fore to glow a whitish blue. Magical energy crackles alongd it’s jaws and acrossed it’s claws. it lunges it’s teeth sinking into the Goblins shoulder, the taste of blood washing over his tongue is beyond satisfying.
Mirage is about to lift the Goblin and shake him, when the creature speaks and then there’s pain. Flesh rending muscle tearing bone shattering pain, as he is thrown once again across the room. Yelping, and Howling out in pain, it tries to get to his feet, collapsing on the first try as it realises that one of its forelegs had been completely destroyed. A pained scream from him Mistress however has the Arcane wolf lunging to his feet A front leg made of sheer magical energy forms where his flesh and bone leg once was. He lets out a howl of rage then takes off after Master, hoping to get the jump on him.
(meanwhile.)
Yumara grins she knows what Master means. While Myrandah doesn’t know that she is a goddess. She does know that she is the strongest of the trinity, having seen her bind Jericha’s void. Then again all both Jericha and herself, tended to down play their strengths. Still with all of her god given power, she could be killed by something as simple… no she wasn’t going to think of that, for the time that weakness couldn’t touch her. As Master is tied so closely into her mind, he knows her every move before she makes them. He probably knows her thoughts before she thinks them, for the most part. So when she send her roots through the ground at him, an they burst up through the floor like dozens of long jagged spears. Master purposefully allows a few to pierce his flesh, to tear at his robes. Yumara knows who Master is talking about when he speaks of a missing combatant. As Master opens the rift to his sub domain Yumara calls Yamato and sends him after one of the stronger group of shadow creatures. She would need Yamato’s signature to be spread throughout the battle. Yamato takes on a form similar to Yumara’s beast form, just smaller with only two of the whip like tentacles coming off of his shoulders. They look much like the magic eating tentacles that adorn the fel stalkers that the Legion uses to destroy spell casters. They strike at the shadows devouring the very magic that holds them together. Yamato rips through a half dozen dark monstrosities before the magic eating tentacles burst, ripping into the fur, flesh, and muscles, of the massive cats shoulders, back and forelegs. He lets out a yowl of agony as he collapses to the ground. Yumara casts mend on him before conjuring a group of Botoni and sending them to attack Master.
Yumara summons a glaive and sands it flying at Master as he rushes her. Having seen it coming before it leaves her hands, he easily dodged it. He replies to her attack by sending a barrage of razor sharp solid shadow tendrils at her. They shred her clothing, her flesh, along with the muscles and bodily tissue beneath. Strips of bloodied cloth, flesh and muscle, hand from her body like braking cobwebs. Master however is extremely intelligent, when he feels her becoming weak, her mind starting to become overwhelmed, he shadow mends some of the damage. His tendrils caress her mind calming the growing storm. The slow down the rapid beating of her heart, Master knows how easily she can become lost in a battle. Yumara knows that when she reaches Masters sub domain that she will have to create a great forest to help balance out the lives that would be lost in this battle. Luckily it didn’t matter the life forms she created as Long as it was life.
Yumara rushes for her laboratory, sending the recently healed Yamato at Master. She knows that Master is more than capable of subduing the feline and dragging it to his domain. Leaving just enough blood, and fur behind, to make it believable. As Yumara enters her labs she frees the creatures left behind. They would most likely all be destroyed, but at least free they would have a fighting chance… *She laughs at the thought, as her vines entangle a plague demon and rip it limb from limb as it rushes to attack her. This was the final level, Myrandah had never been any further than this. Most of the, alchemical devices were new along with the now empty cages that lined the walls. One with exceptional olfactory senses could still smell the poisons and plagues that corrupted the beneath and around them. The fumes of a massive disaster still cling in the air, remnants of a cloying stench still wafting through the air every now and then. This was the place where she had been ripped apart by the explosion that took he months to recover from. Her body being repeatedly destroyed by poisons, and plagues. She shudders, memories nearly overwhelming her senses, then Masters tendrils Caress her mind, whisper, We are here for a reason my Dear. With that she calms and prepares to make her final stand against Master.
After that they would need to move the last of her monstrosities, an horrific creature known only as the Devourer. She would feed it those daring fools trapped within the void labyrinths oubliette’s. Moving it would be much easier after it had been fed, as its domain would have to be moved along with it.
Rekkagg laughed at the trolls attempts to bring the him down, Rekkagg slid down the silithid’s chitin shell down to a leg segment before crouching atop like a predatory beast. With such a move the orc had dodged the flying weak projectiles, while the others hammered the massive insect, it was nothing she couldn’t handle though enrage her the brazen attack did succeed in doing…
Rekkagg watched with a cunning hungering grin as Jerzarn readied his next attack, a surging attack of razorice directed at the mighty colossal, the trolls incessant focus on the great destructive creature only gave Rekkagg opportunities to slip out unnoticed! As Jerzarn loosed his spell, Rekkagg slipped behind one of his creatures massive chitin legs activating a sort of void like camouflage before leaping through the air! Beneath him ice encased the colossi’s insect legs, a minor annoyance as the great creature strained her power before shattering the offending ice!
Rekkagg rolled to the side moving quickly upon the ground like a hungering shade before appearing behind Jerzarn his bow drawn! With the quickest flick of his wrist the dark arrow whistled through the sky before piercing into the troll shamans shoulder… The orc watched as the dark magic that made up his weapons pulsed through the troll necrotizing his flesh and body…
Rekkagg turned his body to dodge only narrowly being injured as the rock spike shot straight up striking his left bicep and cheek tearing away the dead flesh that covered his bones… The orc only hissed a dark laugh, his new body hadn’t truly taken a hit damaging enough to leave scars yet, the mere prospect filled the orc with dark pleasure… “Arrogant? Arrogance is believing you could have stayed and fought… You trolls are to prideful to admit you can lose…” Rekkagg hissed at Jerzarn, behind the troll the colossal silithid bulldozed through hut after hut, swiping others with its massive claws as it made its way towards its master… Rekkagg bent over and seized the trolls neck before lifting him high into the air, “Sometimes it’s not wise to be the hero…” Rekkagg snarled, he was referring to the trolls tries to heal the land and communications with the catatonic elements… With that last word a chitin scythe pierced through the trolls guts spattering blood across Rekkagg’s face as the colossi took Jerzarn into the air before shrieking at the troll who had caused her such frustration… Rekkagg grinned through the blood turning his back to head towards the others while his great beast enjoyed her meager meal! The Dark Orc surveyed the extend of the ruins and death, Izzabelle had done quite well in squelching the population by turning them into living incubators, Sericon had subsequently burned several parts of the town in fel flames reducing the pitiful huts to cinders… Rekkagg himself had caused a large portion of the town to the east to be thoroughly reduced to rubble… Approaching the the others it seemed they had just finished their fun as well in killing the stronger trolls…
Rekkagg made his way over, his sunken dead form still bearing marks of the recent attack, “You believe he is worthy?” Rekkagg asked examining the downed and paralyzed troll… Ths orc glanced back at Izzabelle, Rekkagg himself saw nothing special about the weak creature but perhaps Izzabelle had seen something he had not… “Bring him if you wish, should he prove useless, we can always feed him to whatever beasts lie below…” Rekkagg stated, he turned back to survey the troll village, “Leave nothing behind…” Rekkagg hissed… Whether it be fire, water or pure force the orc knew they needed to erase this place completely…