Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

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“Foolish desires…” Salkeen snarled as he had sent the chunk of fel earth at Ahcirej, the women though his minion had decided to test her powers against his own… “I possess enough to do deal with your insolent behavior!” Salkeen roared as Ahcirej directed blasts of holy fire at the demons form using mirror images, demonic screeching could be heard in the holy blaze before his twin burning eyes and darkened form could be made out in the righteous flames! With a loud concussive boom a ring of swirling fel flames erupted from the epicenter of the holy blast revealing the demon lord his wings extended! His form had burns of holy energy across his demonic scales but the minor damage didn’t seem to slow him down as he beat his mighty wings sending fel flames washing over the mirror images around him.

The demon lord beat his wing again launching like a great bird of prey or a rocket towards the still opened portal to the Kiln, Ahcirej had acted against the lord and she would be punished for it, but he still had to cleanse all those who dared challenge his queen! The demon lord made it in front of the portal incepting the Tripp’s strength holy blast as it impacted into his back coatingbthe demon lord in furious fire of judgement that hissed as it burned his vibrant demonic scales.

That did it… The demon lord who had been so intensely focused on his previous goal, who had planned to deal with his insubordinate minion later now had only ways to punish her insolence… Salkeen didn’t even speak as he worked around his clawed hand directing furious power to his will, behind him the portal to the Kiln evaporated as lances of fel raced past Salkeen before impacting around Ahcirej like a cage… The demon lord didn’t stop there crushing his clawed hand causing the lances to simply detonate into a furious conflagration of chaos… Before the flames even had a chance to clear Salkeen was among the sulfurous explosions, his form a black silhouette that stood over Ahcirej’s like a hungering shadow, with a sweep of his demonic claws the demon lord sent Ahcirej tumbling from the fel conflagration and into the bottom of a nearby mountain…

The world was a peaceful world of virbrant greens, dark rich soil and beautiful mountains that seemed chiseled like statues, it was now scarred by the mark of fel and void… Upon a nearby hill top several brown skinned orcs appeared cloaked in leather cloaks the look of confusion and fear plain on their face but only one a shriveled and grey haired orc seemed to mouth the words legion, his brown skin going pale with horror… Salkeen sneered as he took notice of those watching the battle, this world was closer to nether than Azeroth, time passed much quicker, these orcs were descendants of those from the second war… So much time had passed for this world, the horrors of Draenor and the legion were just a myth, dark stories to frighten younglings… Now they would remember to fear and worship the legion as their ancestors had…

Salkeen roared a earsplitting demonic howl, fel fire rolled off him in waves as he glared at the unworthy who had stopped to watch… Salkeen brought his claws back before slashing across the air in front of him sending massive walls of fel flames at everything in front of him Ahcirej and the orcs as well! “Is this what you wanted Ahcirej?” Salkeen roared sending a concentrated blast of fel ripping through the earth towards his minion, a chasm of Burning fel left in its wake as the fel split the mountain in two!

Salkeen snarled commanding fel flames to wreath his form as he prepared for Ahcirej’s counter attack, the demon lord knew not to underestimate the Juggernaut’s work but neither should they believe they could best the Phoenix of the Legion! “BURN!!” Salkeen roared directing furious surges of fel into the earth beginning the birth of a volcanically charged fel monolith! Salkeen was creating a new fel volcano for this world, just as Gul’dan had gifted Draenor with such power, Salkeen would gift this new world with a sulfuric death…

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The paralyzed form of the Troll slumps to the ground as Izzabelle pulls her four spider like appendages free. Releasing more of the poison into his system as she removes them. She then turns to her he Undead Orc, tilts her head and smiles. “I’m not sure if he is truly worthy or not, nor do I particularly care.” She says sneering slightly as she looks down at the slouched frozen form on the ground. “Still he was so willing to make deals with dark powers. So ready to kill his friends to fulfill his own selfish desires.” She continues to say as her eyes sweep the bodies drained of blood and life that litter the area around them. They finally land on the cold bloodless Troll corpse that Sericon had used as a shield. An horrific rotting, and foul smell, wafting from it.

Izzabelle stops speaking as she swallows the spiders that have returned to their nesting sac, hidden within her. “I must also admit his whole we Trolls never die, has me desiring to see how long it would take the Master to have him begging for death. A death that would never come, trapped in a loop of never ending pain, horror, despair. I want to watch as he rips puss leaking, scab covered wounds from his dying rotting flesh. Listen as he screams and howls as muscle, are ripped from bones, bones torn from their sockets. Ligaments, tendons dangling like broken cobwebs from his limbless torso.” Izzabelle pauses and looks up in one of the darkened buildings, she can feel the growing already. “His insides, hanging like the streamers at a kids party before him. Yet unable to feel the release of death, forever denied that freedom…

… I want him to come to regret those words, Perhaps he can watch over the infested, while he’s just hanging around. Watching as those that still live writhe in pain, in agony as they are slowly devoured from the inside. While he dangles above them helpless, unable to end their torture, to bring them relief. I wonder how long it will take before he loses himself to madness? Only to be pulled back as it begins again.” She steps over Jambuku and slides up next to Sericon. “Are we ready to finish this?” She asks as her form starts to shrink and her extra limbs crumble and fall away. She turns her head to Rekkagg. I also would like to bring some of the infested back. Unlike the first Generation spiderlings, the ones about to be born, will share a connection with me. Yet unlike the parents will not have to physically return to me. I would like for them to help guard the Masters sub domain. I would also like to see how Skalaz can advance them.” Izzabelle states looking up at one of the huts hidden within the branches of the trees. Once finished her stomach swells as she spits out a swarm of mutant spiderlings. They begin rapidly growing as soon as they leave her mouth. About two dozen skitter up the tree, they appear from the dark dragging cocoons of various sizes behind them. Within the webbed tombs bodies twitch, minds scream for any form of freedom.

The rest swarm through the forest, easily moving like shadows through the trees. They drop they death from above onto the trolls that thought the run from the horrific death that was claiming their kin. These Trolls would know the peace of death much faster that some of their kin, as they are ripped from the ground and drained. Dried shriveled corpses drop from the trees crumbling as they strike the forest floor.

Izzabelle vanishes into the shadows, she moves so fast that she seems to be blinking from one place to another. Her daggers sever bowstrings, before they carve macabre smiles into the throats of the surprised Trolls that were holding them. The daggers soaked with the hideous poison that would turn their bodies into piles of slime that corrupt the earth as it dissolves. Their forms were already beginning lo liquify, falling from the branches to the ground below. They would leave nothing behind, if anything survived it would be the spiderlings that grew within the infested. This would be a place of nightmares, a ruins that most but the darkest, and foulest of creatures would avoid. Izzabelle grins as a Troll slices her arm open with a crude looking ax. She returns the blow by carving of a piece of his nose, then one of his ears. She lets him get in a glancing blow every now and then. By the time he realizes he’s being toyed with it’s to late to run. His body had already been carved into about three dozen different pieces. Pulling out a small explosive she light the fuse and drops it down next to the Troll. It’s eyes widen in both terror and relief as it watches the wick burn away. He wished for the hundredth time that night, that they had never come here. Izzabelle feels the heat from the explosion as it burns away some of the flesh on her back. Yet she doesn’t slow down, she activates her crimson vial as she moves forward, towards her prey.

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Ahcirej felt hers of taking a step backwards, as her Lord turned. The fury that was once focused on those within the Kiln, was now directed solely at her. What had she been thinking to say something like that to her Lord, and Master. She had wanted his attention, and she got it. Yet she overstepped her boundaries as a minion of his. She could feel his rage, it was like a great weight baring down on her. It steamed into her mind, demanding that she kneel. Prostrate yourself before your Lord, grovel like the pathetic thing that you are. Crawl on your hands and knees, beg him for mercy, plead for his forgiveness. These thoughts bombard her mind, as the Mech she is operating starts warning her of a hostile figure.

Fear of Lord Salkeen’s fury and retribution freezes Ahcirej for but a moment. Then she remembers why she needed to make him as angry as she did. He had almost killed the Children in his cleansing of the Kiln. She would face any punishment he deemed necessary once this was over, until then she would fight to the best of her abilities. The mechs systems sends transmissions to the motherboard, telling it the body s in danger, to engage defense protocols. Ahcirej wastes no time bringing the defenses up. As she does about two dozen cylinder shaped objects appear around her. They move in an infinity pattern around her form and detonate just a split second after the Fel cage explodes. The outward blast of the holy bombs negate about half of the incoming damage from her Lords explosive Fel prison. The explosion rips across her scorching the Indurium of her cyborg chest, luckily it was made to take a beating as it protected the heart of the cybernetic body. The arms, abs, and legs, however to about 15% durability damage from the explosion. Luckily her face had been protect by her arms. System Warning! Rocket thrusters in left leg down to 83%. System Warning! Rocket thrusters in Right leg down to 78%. Ahcirej send command to the system through her ties to the motherboard. *Engage self repair protocols when the effected systems reach below 60%. As she speaks she lowered her arms.

Ahcirej barely gets her arms lowered when she finds herself looking up at the form of her enraged Lord. Her eyes lock onto his furious form for all of a brief moment. Her cyborg Head snaps back as her Lord catches her with his massive powerful fel burning claws. The sweeping motion lifts her from the ground and sends her flying from the Inferno into the valley of a nearby mountain. Ahcirej engages the rocket thrusters and manages to partially switch to Digitigrade with her legs before she strikes the unforgiving rocks and earth at the base of the mountain. The system warns her that the damage to the right leg has reached over 50% as she lands hard. The left is quickly approaching 60%. The self healing protocols start to kick in, wires, metal plates, coils, etc start repairing themselves. For the time being Ahcirej remains partially kneeling, preparing a spell while the cyborg body heals some of the damage it has taken.

Ahcirej realizes quickly that they are not alone as Orcs appear on the horizon. Orcs untainted by fear and fel. Innocents, on an innocent world, now doomed to be devoured in fel flames. As the massive wall of fel Flames moves towards them, Ahcirej blinks from her spot at the Mountains base, appearing before them she erects the strongest of shielding around herself and them. Turning to them she speaks but one word in the Orcish language of her native Azeroth in hopes they would understand “Run!” She didn’t understand why she felt the need to protect them. Perhaps centuries of being the Holy Light still effected her? Either way she stood before them now as a barrier from a horrific painful death. She glares at Lord Salkeen, having protected most bot not all of the innocents. Some ran at the sight of the Raging Demon Lord, their bodies were consumed by the fires of his fury.

“What I want is for you to think Lord Salkeen, which you were obviously failing to do back on the Kiln.” Ahcirej screams her voice carrying across the valley “and sadly are still failing to do. Ahcirej swears as Lord Salkeen send a concentrated blast of Fel at her. Casting mirror image again she has them Grab the Orcs and leap towards safety. Unfortunately nearly half perish in the horrendous blast of fel that splits the mountain in two. Ahcirej barely makes it into the air as she switches to flight mode. The explosion of fel rocks batter her cyborg body causing massive damage to the left hip joint and upper leg, as well as the shoulder, and arm. The left side was crushed in some places. The self healing was working double time, and it wasn’t going to be enough to even partially repair all the damaged systems.

Ahcirej brings her hands together and activates both might stone to power her spell. Between her outstretched palms a ball of cosmic dust and gas appears. Within the center in starts to collapse upon itself creating a tiny spark of holy fire which starts to grow as Ahcirej feeds it. As the cloud continues to collapse in on itself, the flaming core grows in size, heat, and power. It doesn’t take Lord Salkeen much to realize that Ahcirej is creating a mini star made of holy fire. When she reaches the point that she can hardly keep control of it. She sends it flying at Lord Salkeen, targeting not him but the fel Volcano forming at his feet. The pure concentrated blast of holy fire strikes the furiously of the newly forming fel volcano. Ahcirej appears before Lord Salkeen amid the resulting explosion.Wielding her twin blades, blazing with holy light and flames she strike out at him multiple times, within a second. She prays that Lord Salkeen is to enraged to notice if he commanded her to drop and kneel, her body and mind would react to the command.

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Ebony leans back in his chair, idly drumming his fingers on the arm. He had been looking through some of the darkest tomes in his collection. Bringing a hand up he drags it through his hair, sighing. It would seem that you nearly lost yourself to the madness dearest granddaughter of mine. Ebony thinks as he pulls his hand away, a few long strands of silver hair wrapped around his fingers. Reaching across the desk, he closes the tome he was reading. Rising to his feet he looks over towards a darkened corner. A malicious grin curls up the corners of his mouth, “Come Nedde, It is time that I gathered up my Wayward Granddaughter.” Ebony hisses, the anger evident in his voice. He had hoped to claim her while her halfbreed was killing the children. Yet that retched light half had to interfere, bringing the halfbreed to where Jericha was. Taking her wouldn’t be as easy as it was before he arrived on this lovely peaceful planet. At least the meddlesome light wielding brat was keeping the halfbreed occupied. “I said come Nedde!” He says again in a commanding tone as he makes a gesture with his hand.

From the dark corner a droning sound is heard, followed by this sickly squelching. A second later a form starts to appear. The first noticeable thing is it’s arms, they are long, nearly twice the length of what would be considered normal. They look emaciated, the flesh is covered with maggot ridden sores. The foul stench of decay and rotting flesh wafts off of the creature as it moves. Its arms have four double joint, each large bulbous joint missing most of its flesh. Ligaments can be seen stretched over rotting muscles. The hands are warped, the fingers resemble long serrated knives. As it gets further into the light the cause of the sickly squelching is revealed. Instead of legs the bottom half of the creature called Nedde is a writhing mass of dozens of decaying grayish green tentacles. There’s this thin watery layer of acidic ichor on them. It burns at the floor of the Tower, but does no damage.

Yet the same couldn’t be said fo poor Nedde. She felt the continuous burn as the acid ate away at living flesh, and muscles. Horrific pain that she would never get a reprieve from. Her torso like her arms, is emaciated and covered in maggots infested sores. Her abdomen is split open the insides filled with a twisting mass of flesh burrowing worms. Her face is misshapen the front elongated like that of an insect. Her eyes bulge out with no lids, her once beautiful hair is now wild and wiry looking. Her horns have been cut off. She has no nose, and there’s an cross shape that covers most of her face. When the cross shape opens it reveals her mouth, a mouth like that of a sand worm. One of her knife like fingers darts forward and spears a rat. Bringing to her mouth she lilt her head back and drops it into her maw. The low drone becomes a loud buzz, as the rat is devoured, it death screeches last for a few seconds. Blood and fur sprays up out of her mouth as her meal is shredded one layer at a time as it makes its was into her throat.

Ebony snaps his finger and Nedde’s form starts rapidly decaying. She lets out these long high pitched shrieks. As her insides are devoured, her flesh is eaten away at, the writhing mass of tentacles that are her legs start to dissolve. “I don’t recall giving you permission to eat Nedde.” Ebony says in a low voice, as he moves towards her. With a few words he has her mouth sealed shut with large iron staples. After a mo ent he stops the torture, then turns and leaves. Nedde follows him the knowledge that she will be in more pain making her sludge behind him. Deep in the recesses other mind she despises him, and begs for release. Release from this awful nightmare, forgiveness for what she did to Yenme and Suzuna. She was so weak, how could she have been tricked by that horrific Abdulbai?

Ebony steps into one of the Towers rooms with what looks like a large viewing mirror. The image he views is that of The Half Breed battling a robotic creation. Ebony however isn’t focused on the two combatants, his attention is drawn to the house is the distance. The one that is being shielded with void powers, the one his darling Granddaughter is currently torturing innocents in. It’s time for you to come home little girl. Ebony thinks as he starts preparing a spell in which to retrieve her. His attention is drawn to the two combatants, his eyes Fall on the Demon Lord. He didn’t like that he was so close, the halfbreed seemed to have this uncanny way of sensing when his void witch was in danger. Ebony knew he would need to move fast, not target Jericha but the environment around her.

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Ahcire nodded, he was emboldened by her words, if at the very worst in his life, he would always have his sister.

Ahcire nodded, the experiments and horrific results that filled this could easily test ones resolve and sanity. Ahcire however knew this was the nature of the beast they worked with, the legion and this master were intrinsically dark, cruel and dangerous, such creations were likely child’s play for them…

Ahcire nodded, they had now both agreed a bond of their word to be forever at the others side. A bond of brother and sister, they would face a unforgiving world, whether it be the literal demons of their parentage or those from Azeroth that would persecute the siblings for their heritage.

Ahcire pondered the problem for a second, before coming up with a possible answer that he thought would make Jaseiah feel better… “The Lord, Our father, takes great pride and value in showing off what power he owns, so long as we always show ourselves as powerful and dangerous our father will believe we belong.” Ahcire stated, he had seen how Salkeen, his father looked at the children, how perhaps their had been a hint of pride when his children proved combat worthy.

That’s when they had stepped into a literal hell, a tidal wave of emerald fel cascading down the Kiln walls consuming everything in its path headed straight for them! Jaseiah attempted to create a shield to defend them, Ahcire could only think to draw his bow and fire through the enveloping death!

The whole of the battle seemed to only take seconds as Ahcirej appeared in the sky like the vengeful naruu and a falling star of the divine in one graceful image! Like a vengeful goddess of the divine she crashed down upon the Lord Salkeen a warrioress ready to die for her convictions, Lord Salkeen however as dark, cruel and powerful of a demon didn’t even flinch at her brazen attack… Salkeen only looked upon what he saw as his disobedient minion, a intrusive action to his righteous command, the word however struck Ahcire as off…

“Those who would challenge his queen’s rule?” Ahcire contemplated as Ahcirej and Salkeen engaged again. The two colliding just hard enough to take them both out of the Kiln and to someplace Ahcire did not know. But the sudden absence of all the commanding figures of the Kiln now meant the most senior figures in control were Ahcire and Jaseiah… “Did you hear what our father said?” Ahcire said his voice firm, “They challenge our mothers rule??” The hunter asked, “Not today…” Ahcire strode forward, “As blood of the great demon lord, you will listen to me! Who dared to challenge the rule of the Void Witch?” Ahcire called out making his way across the charred platform, picking up a demonic axe… “Demons of the Kiln, Stand before the twin judgements, may you have chosen wisely…” Ahcire hissed, he was sure his sister understood what he planned to do.

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Varicar tilted his head in thought, not replaced, never replaced… With the power the legion had at their disposal the Demon Lord would do everything in his power to resurrect the Void Witch. “Incorrect…” Varicar stated, the only thing he felt right to state…

Varicar watched the women do finally as the master willed a testimonial that she could if given enough motivation do what had to be done… The regret and attempts to make her victim sympathize with her brought the homunculi concern, would she turn on them because of her apathy? Varicar would need to keep a eye close on the women, her mannerisms were different…

Varicar changed the tone of the room, “Time to move out…” Varicar said making his way over towards a nearby wall deeper in the crypts… The monk pulled his fists before before placing several precise strikes around the stone wall causing the barrier to shatter! What was on the other side was a slew of salt water that had a small current… “Through the sewers…” Varicar stated, he glanced at the others for perhaps a look of disgust, in honesty the Stormwind sewers were cleaner than others he had snuck through, the salt water diffused most smells and bile… Varicar focused his gaze on Throggore who merely nodded slowly before diving through the opening he would clear the path of anything was down there… The orc made his way onto the other side before seemingly glancing back at Faendrel for only a moment…

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Throggore stood there his body a mass of muscle that could’ve easily broke the frail body of the women provided she didn’t transform into vermin… Inside his mind the orc raged and felt such betrayal, a women he had helped free, had fanned him to a far deeper version of servitude… She asked him that question, damning him to such hell for her family, would he do the same? It was a complicated answer he already had damned himself to the first layers of this hell in exchange to free his own child… So in many ways, he would because he already had…

Throggore lamented in a prison of his own mind, he acted but in a way it wasn’t him, he roared and screamed in defiance but the mask squelched his voice… The orc moved with purpose the mask guiding his actions along as the gaze from the homunculi gave a silent command… The orc shifted into the sewers, glancing back at his betrayer once more before heading forward through the darkness, the orcs movements erratic and unpredictable, one could only guess to the things that lived in the darkened sewers beneath Stormwind… Still Throggore followed the current it would lead the way out eventually…

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Jaseiah has her shield up cursing because she knows it will not hold against the wall of fiery death heading their way. She turns to see Ahcire with an arrow ready. The flames are just two levels above them when a woman in a cybernetic body, falls from the sky like some avenging angel. Only to be swatted away like some bothersome gnat.

*What was Father saying, someone had challenged Mother’s rule? What idiot demon would do that? Plus as far as Jaseiah knew their Mother didn’t want to rule. Still the interruption from the robotic woman had given her a few seconds to reinforce her shield.

Once she hears the voice she knows who it is. She is surprised that Ahcirej is attacking her Lord.

Jaseiah blinks twice and looks at Ahcire with a completely dumbfounded expression. “Here I always thought that Mom was the crazy one.” She says as she looks at the Portal both had gone crashing through. It isn’t but a few short seconds later that the portal explodes and vanishes from existence.

Jaseiah turns to her brother smiling, “Why yes dearest brother, I did hear that Mothers rule had been challenged.” She speaks a slight cruel edge to her voice. Although I find it hard to believe that any would be brainless enough to challenge Mother’s rule? Jaseiah speaks this directly into Ahcire’s mind, it seemed more a question, than a statement. The last time I saw Mother she was being turn apart by her rampant void powers, and trying to kill us all. She says as she continues to talk telepathically with Ahcire. Ahcire could tell that his Sister while strong was worried about their Mother. Not knowing what had happened, she was starting to fear that perhaps their Mother had been greatly injured. Did she lose her void powers? Was she weakened? Is that why these demons thought they could challenge her rule. As she thinks this she becomes more and more enraged. Her Lord Fathers hellish red flames start to wreath around her hands, they appear from her eyes and lick up over her forehead, igniting her hair in a halo of fiery retribution.

She steps up to stand right beside her brother. “I Jaseiah heir by right of Blood, along with Ahcire Heir by right of Blood. Demand that those who saw or heard anything step forward.” Jaseiah barks out in a commanding tone. “You stand before the twin pillars of judgement, if you chose wisely you have nothing to fear.” Jaseiah says sending a burst of fel fire down at Wyrmtongue that seemed to be failing to listen. It doesn’t even get to finish its shriek, before it’s reduced to ashes. Perhaps Brother we should move up to the level where Father was? I don’t like the feeling of being looked down upon.

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Skalaz shook his head, “No no wolfy, your mind to play with!” The goblin taunted as a wall of flames erupted in front of Mirage blocking his path… The goblin knew the master could easily have taken the wolf on as well as the combatants he was currently facing, but Skalaz was necessary to send this message to Myrandah… The battle she so eagerly was ready to fight was not like anything she had faced before, this faceless group of death could appear at a moments notice, overpowering the strongest of allies, before leaving behind only ruins!

Skalaz snapped his fingers causing a domino effect of blasts across the ceiling, within moments large boulder like slabs of ceiling crashed around Mirage before Skalaz snapped his fingers again igniting more of the room ablaze! The wolf howled in rage cut off from its master, such fury could only be turned on the impetuous goblin and the dark echoes still lingering in the room! Mirage charged in a blood crazed fury at the goblin that stood so boldly against it, the great wolves teeth hungering for the taste of blood once more!

Skalaz responded with the signature move many knew him by and snapped his fingers conjuring a blast of flames to appear right in front of the wild wolf like creature! This time however Mirage would not be taken off guard as the wolf barreled through the scorching flames, it’s great arcane fur burning and turning black from the hydrogen blast! Still Mirage now has caught Skalaz off-guard bringing its jaws down upon the goblins arm! Skalaz hissed in pain as the great canines fangs pierced deeper than ever, the wolf was now in the perfect position to fling Skalaz around, it is wasn’t for what the goblin had up his sleeve next! Skalaz blinked forward in a flash of arcane free of the great wolves grip before sending three snaps of roaring flames at the wolves back! Mirage howled in agony as he was roasted alive, still the great beast held on, unwilling to die… “You got spunk, I give you that, but you can’t fight forever!” Skalaz taunted summoning several mirror images of himself to surround the wild beast! If Mirage put up enough of a fight the goblin might just save some of his pieces to make it anew with alchemy!!

Still Skalaz was a slightly arrogant man, not as much as the burning lord or even the master himself but still the goblin was rarely surprised! The mirror images moved into unison shooting forth bands of arcane energy, Skalaz was going to secure this beast before he blew it up from the inside out!

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Faendrel head snaps in Varicar direction as he speaks. For a flash of a second, he sees both disappointment, and then relief flicker across her eyes. Whatever Faendrel wishes to share with Jericha, the reason she needs to see her isn’t good. Letting out a soft sigh Faendrel thinks about how this will truly play out. The Demon Lord actually caring for Jericha was unexpected. Then Jericha prostrating herself before a Demon lord was equally unexpected. Faendrel was starting to believe there was nothing normal about the messed up Family she was a part of.

It was a strange feeling for Faendral, she never felt bad for any of the things she did. Especially those things she executed in the name of finding her sister. Yet as she looks upon the Orc she dammed before her,her mind fills with remorse. As her eyes momentarily lock with those behind that cursed mask. She is nearly overcome with self accusation. The newly shrunken skull on her side laughs bitterly in her mind. We are not so different after all are we, you pathetic little rat. Faendrel gasps softly she was nothing like him, Nothing! Yet the evidence was right before her eyes. She suddenly feels the need to try and explain why she did what she did. As the words come tumbling from her lips, they feel hollow. Is any reason, worth damning someone who saved you? She had to believe that they were, have faith that she hadn’t just destroyed this Orc before her for nothing. A second voice starts chattering within her mind saved you? yes! but he also tried to kill you, do you forget so easily the feel of his wire tightening around your throat?

Faendrel’s thoughts come to a halt as Varicar speaks, While part of her in unsure why she heads down into the sewers. The rational part realizes that it views the Strange fel monk as the leader of this group. She finds herself moving before she can truly think of why she is doing so. She lands with a slight splash as she drops the short distance into the maze of sewer lines that run beneath Stormwind. Crouching down she runs her fingers through the stale foul water. Being what she is, she actually feels more at home in foul places like this. Dark damp places teeming with creepy crawlies, and vermin of all natures. Opening her mind she suddenly has thousands of eyes. She can see in all directions, her olfactory senses are suddenly bombarded with hundreds of smells. She breaks them down, searching for those which carried the highest concentration of salt, fish, sand…*

Luckily Faendrel was lost in her silent communication with the vermin. She slips from the mind of all but those vermin that are in the Direction that the Orc is now moving. Faendrel know s bit about what to expect, she had spent the last few decades of her life living and hiding in places such as these. She moves silently behind Throggore, for a brief moment she wonders if, or when, he will end her life, and if she could really blame him if he did.

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(written from Mirage’s points of view.)

Mirage tore off after its Mistress when he heard her cry out in pain. That wretched creature attacking her would perish. The large arcane spirit wolf is nearly at the threshold of the door, when a wall of flames springs into existence before it. The heat scorches the fur on his muzzle and chest as he pulls back to avoid the burning death. He howls in fury at being cut off from his Mistress. He turns his attention back to the vile creature that thought to hinder his return to his mistresses side. In a rage he lunges at the Goblin, dodging large chunks of flaming debris. As the horrific creature brought the ceiling down around them. Mirage leaps avoiding by a hairs breadth one of the explosions.

His powerful jaws lock onto the Goblins arm, Mirage jerks his head to the side. He is prepared to either rip the fiend from his feet, tear his limb off. Mirage jaws tighten, he now has the taste of blood.

In a Flash the Goblin is gone, appearing on the opposite side of the room. With three snaps of his hideous little green fingers three waves of flames wash over Mirage’s form. The wolf lets out a horrific sounding howl of agony. As most of his fur flesh and muscles are burnt from his body. The horrific stench of burning fur and flesh fills the room. The fat boils beneath the skin, burning further into Mirages form. Large burning craters, and holes pit Mirage’s once magnificent form. He limps partially dragging his destroyed form across the floor. He would not go down so easily. His heart could be seen beating through the fleshless blackened bones of his rib cage. One of his lungs resembles a rotting piece of over cooked meat.

This was Mirage’s element, tendrils of arcane energy whip off of his burnt and broken body. The wrap around the bands of arcane energy manipulating the energy. Mirage pulls the magic in and uses most of it to heal some of the more catastrophic damage that was done to him. Unleashing a blast of pure Arcane magic, Mirage incinerates the Mirrored images that the wretched Goblin had called forth. With his new found strength Mirage leaps at the Goblin again. This time however Skalaz is ready. He jumps back as the massive beasts jaws snap close like a steel trap. Unfortunately Skalaz wasn’t as fast and hisses in pain, as his thumb and two fingers are bitten off of his hand. A grin appears on the Goblins face as he watches the beast gulp down its prize. Reaching into one of his many pouches he pulls forth a handful of what resembles steel ball bearings and caltrops. He throws them at Mirage and they scatter about his paws. With a snap of his fingers they explode. Yumara in the lower areas of her home hears the painful howl of sheer agony that is ripped from Mirage’s throat as all four of his legs are burnt and torn to shreds by the explosion. His belly is torn, as shrapnel burns, and shreds, the soft unprotected flesh. Blackened beyond recognition and ripped wide open, his still smoking guts spill out onto the floor. What remains of his legs twitch, spasm and kick sporadically in the growing pool of blood, and burning flesh. The wolves eyes are growing dull, still it continues to blindly snap out. It lets out soft whimpers of pain, as Skalaz approaches to finish him off.

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Isaik slid backwards ready to engage the nature feline, he would need to not permanently injure the beast that had been under both Yumara and Ahcire’s care… Though, there truly wasn’t something the dark creature couldn’t do that he couldn’t undo save for one particular spell… With Yamato Isaik took a different approach, the dark master knew the beast likely had some inclination on the events unfolding, it had very recently fought along side the Master and the other dark minions he commanded, plus the master was never one to be outright wasteful, what good would it do Yumara or Ahcire if Yamato had been gruesomely injured in the fights that occurred here…

Yamato charged forwards toward the dark creature that was the Master, a sense of dread even now overcoming the great feline. Still it’s animal instincts took over fueled by the commands of its goddess, and the urging by her master to fight! The two beings clashed Isaik, pulling his skeletal hand back to rip at the feline while Yamato swiped at the creature with its razor sharp claws. Isaik was a clever creature, allowing the great beasts claws to tear at his undead flesh spreading the dark taint of the master before with a loud growl the dark Master sent the beast tumbling across the laboratory with a explosive force of shadow energy! “Quite enough of that…” Isaik hissed, before gesturing with his boney claws to the walls behind the great feline. Yamato was quickly on his feet once more charging towards the dark creature before him before the sharp pain of lacerating shadows bit into his hide… Barbed shadowy tendrils reached out from the very walls ensnaring the great cat in a embrace of blood that cut the great beast all over… “Back to the darkness!” Isaik roared as the tendril of shadows tightened around their catch dragging the great beast inch by inch to the underground lair that was his domain… The great beast Yamato clawed at the floor to no avail trying to halt his imprisonment as the darkness claimed the beast utterly… Isaik turned away as the yowls and shrieks if the beast faded to nothing bloodied claw marks ending at the sheer walls…

Isaik moves forward towards the deepest and darkest parts of Yumara’s laboratory, fading through the rubble and destruction like a deathly shade, a reaper bent for its target… One of the pitiful creatures from the cages rushed him, only to feel the full force of the master mind prowess… The creature shrieked in agony as it’s brain heated to burning temperatures yet it’s mind would not rest, blood sprayed from its eyes and nose before it simply collapsed it’s brain utterly destroyed…

Isaik faded into sight by his Yumara, “Intriguing creation… It would do well in the sub domain…” Isaik hissed, the dark master had great visions of the beast chained in the domain yet still its roaming territory so vast, a guardian for those who got past so much they would face the ultimate beast! “Shall we continue?” Isaik hissed, a slight grin on his skeletal face…

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Sericon watched as Izzabelle took down the over eager troll Jambuku, rendering his body useless as toxins shut down his nervous system… Sericon himself held what remained of the troll Alzlek, a rotted corpse devoid of most true shake as if it had been eroded by a furious wind of plagued decay… The elf merely looked at the misshapen body before tossing it aside, it was needed no longer, Sericon did inwardly grunt however as the afflictions that had washed over him had taken a toll… Still it was nothing he couldn’t handle, the elf had a degree of knowledge involving cursing and hexes, as long as he had it cleansed soon enough it wouldn’t leave any lasting damage…

Sericon held his blade out at his side vanquishing the burning flames the wreathed the blade before putting the incredible weapon away with a swift move of his hand… The Master can find a use for anything… Sericon responded back to his bonded, the master was truly a powerful being able to find a use for anything, and those poor unlucky or perhaps in some cases lucky souls he found a use he could not have, they were destroyed utterly…

Sericon moved towards his bonded and the immobilized troll, so eager to sacrifice his family and friends… But was that a trait so desired by the Master? Such history might show a eagerness to betray the dark one if the opportunity presented itself… It was not for Sericon to decide, the Master has such gifts to sift through the future to see what outcomes might come at hand… Should he see favorable ones… Perhaps there was a small chance this troll might be elevated to a higher tier of power…

Sericon nodded, he understood the command to eliminate every loose end, Sericon could only shrug and think of perhaps further cultivating the fel flames he had spread from his blade… Sericon took to grabbing the scattered corpses of the trolls that had been massacred and tossing the broken bodies to the ever hungering fel flames… With more life to feed them the fel flames grew to co sums the rest of the huts near Sericon, the elf watching closely to ensure the sulfuric blaze didn’t harm Izzabelle’s brood…

“What next Stalker?” Sericon asked, Rekkagg had gone to commanding his pet to bury the ruins of the troll paradise, all that would remain would be history… Rekkagg turned to face the two elves, they were right the goal here had been completed and the mind numbing task of further destroying the ruins was not something most would find a bonding or enjoyable experience… The orc scratched his chin before finally coming to a decision, “Go you both are free to take time to yourselves… I will ensure this is finished here…” Rekkagg stated turning away from the two elves to watch the colossi shatter a stone spire and drag it to the ground… The orc extended his clawed hand summoning forth a rift to any location the user might wish to go, “Take the troll or leave him and I’ll handle it.” Rekkagg stated a large grin on his face as the colossi tore through seven structures with a massive swipe… Sericon nodded, their mission was complete, it was time for rest… The elf nodded but still waited for where Izzabelle might want to go or do.

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Yumara’s head snaps up at the horrendous sound that echoes around her as Mirage lets out a mournful death howl. It is riddled with such pain, such agony, that for a moment…

Master knew the moment he heard the howl, that Yumara’s balance was precariously teetering at the edge. He appears beside her like black mist taking form. The shadowy tendrils in her mind, are manipulating, and calming her before he finishes forming. Her hand clutches at the soft material of his robes. Just having him near settled her, she understood that Mirage would have to die, and that it would be painful. Still she is tied to all of her companions, and creations. She had been to busy keeping in contact with Yamato, she forgot to lessen the connection with Mirage. Yumara smiles as Master spoke of her creation, she hopes he has a place for the Devourer.

Yumara looks at Master and nods. “Yes master, let’s finish this here. Myrandah doesn’t know of the labyrinth, nor does she know what I truly am.” Yumara says as she steps away from Master. “To make this last fight more believable I’m going to bring up some of my mental shielding.” Yumara explains as some of her thoughts vanish from Masters mind. Master would still know most of what she was doing, but not the complete scope of it. This last battle must be telegraphed perfectly. Grinning Yumara jumps back whips her staff from her back and punches out at Masters chest. Having foreseen the attack, Master doesn’t even move to hand to counter it. Dozens of void tendrils burst from the dark recesses of his chest. They snap forward entangling the staff, halting its procession. “You will have to do better then that my Yumara.” Master hisses, as some of the razor sharp shadowy tendrils whip out at Yumara, flaying strips of skin from her hands and arms. Yumara curses as the pain ridden blood welts appear. “As you wish Master.” Yumara snarls then the end of the staff explodes, *Yumara is an alchemist, and one of her passions is explosions. he white hot shrapnel bursts forth with enough pressure to completely incinerate the upper chest area of Masters robes. It completely eradicates the tendrils, that are gripping it. It shreds some of Masters dead rotting flesh from his blackened bones. A few ribs are shattered, as Yumara releases the destroyed staff and jumps back.

Landing in a crouched position a gun materializes in her hands, she fires a barrage of light blessed rounds in masters direction. Master takes the first shot to the left Shoulder, the second to his right arm, the third to his upper right leg. With each shot he stumble back a little, but the look the look in his eyes on the third shot, told Yumara that Master had been only toying with her. With a simple gesture of his hand the rest of the bullets freeze in place. They hover for but a fraction of a second, with a snap of his fingers they are being shot back at Yumara. Shot with deadly accuracy, and precision. Yumara staggers as her body is suddenly covered in hundreds of flesh wounds. Her clothes are shredded, along with flesh, muscle, and underlying bodily tissues. Cursing Yumara pulls a detonation box from one of her pouches. Jamming her finger down on the button the room explodes into an inferno of fire and chaos. Just as she hits the button Yumara disengages and lands in a safe area, and waits for the flames to clear. As she does this she casts exilaration and starts to heal some of the damage. As the smoke clears, Yumara looks, Master is nowhere to be seen. Yumara’s heart speeds up, her eyes dart around the room. Yumara crouches in a defensive position, *where was Master? She could neither see, or feel him. She was about to start panicking, when she finds herself being entrapped by a huge void tentacle. It slams her into the wall with enough force to fracture a few bones, and rupture an organ, or two. Blood, vomit, and a few teeth, burst from her mouth, as she strikes the ceiling hard, before she is released and drops to the floor.

Hitting the floor her left leg snaps from the pressure, the bone splinters and rips through Muscle and flesh. As Yumara tries to rise to her feet, master Appears before her. Reaching down he catches her chin in his bony hands and tilts her head up. As he speaks his tendrils help to negate some of the pain. “As you said my Yumara, let’s make this believable.” As Master speaks he slides a bony thumb along her cheek bone. Yumara cannot help but tremble slightly in both fear, and anticipation. With a malicious grin Master digs his bony digit into Yumara’s eye socket, and she screams. There’s horrific pain, a wet sounding plop, then half the world vanishes from her sight. A bundle of nerves, veins and arteries, still dangle like broken wires from the back of the eye ball. Master rolls it between his bony fingers, then crushes it and drops it to the ground next to Yumara. Lifting Yumara he waves a hand over the bloody eye socket taking away the agony but leaving her world half covered in darkness. She would heal but not now. Holding her off the ground he tosses her across the room into one of the many shelves that held flasks, jars, and bottles. She strikes it with a pained grunt, splintering the shelves, and breaking dozens of bottles. She drops to the floor, wood splinters, and shards of broken glass, stick out from her body where it struck the shelf.

Screaming her bow materializes in her hands, she pulls back the string. An arrow starts to form, as she looks at Master. Yet before she finishes, Master is across the room so fast she doesn’t even see him move. One moment he is on the other side of the lab , then he is there beside her. Yumara doesn’t even see the shadowy scythe appearing in his hands until after it strikes. She doesn’t even have time to scream or even react, before the curved blade slices her bow in half, and cleaves both of her hands from the rest of her. The bloody limbs hit the floor along with her precious bow, the fingers still twitching. *As the shields around Yumara’s mind drop, Masters Tentacles come out, wrap around Yumara, pulling her bleeding, and battered form into him. Master can easily see where they would be going next. With Yumara healing within, he sinks with her into the blood covered floor. When Myrandah arrived, she would see nothing but devastation, her rage would be her undoing.

Master moves through the earth like it is air, appearing in the hall from Yumara’s vision. As he lands his body slowly eject Yumara from it, her eyes has reformed, must of the lacerations are gone. The missing limbs sprout like branches from a tree from the bloody stumps of her elbow, and wrist. "Yumara turns and reaches for Masters robe with the fingers of her newly formed hands. They close close over the soft material helping to negate the rest of the turbulent emotions she is feeling. “Most of the creatures in the Labyrinth should be moved. All that remains is the Devourer and his dinner. I shall feed it then we can move it and its enclosure.” As she speaks they move down the hall, as they move there’s the sound of water dripping, accompanied by loud sploshes, and splashes. It grows in volume as they move closer to their destination.

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As Master, and Yumara round the corner, the pathway ends with a solid stone wall before them. To most it would simply seem that whoever was digging the passageway got bored, and stopped. Yumara stares at the wall for a moment, then starts chanting. As she chants she traces symbols in the air. As she does this runes start to appear on the wall. Still chanting Yumara reaches into one of the many pouches that hang from her belt. Pulling out a vial, she uncorks it and dips her finger inside. Pulling it out it is covered in a crimson fluid, with that she traces the first Rune. There’s dozens of runes each requires a different rare ingredient to activate. They all must be activated in a certain order. Once Yumara is finished a heavy iron door appears embedded into the stone wall. Yumara stops, stretches, then begins to unravel the wards and protective spells on the door. Once finished the door slowly opens with a loud screeching.

The area that Master and Yumara entered was a huge ring shaped room. In the center was a massive closed in pit, easily the size of a large arena. Around the pit was a thick steel, and iron wall, that came about 48 inches off of the floor. From were the wall ended to the ceiling was glass. Thick unbreakable glass with a plethora of wards, and other protective spells cast on it. Master could tell these spells were used to keep some inside. It would is from here that the drips, splashes, and splashes originate. Moving to the viewing window Yumara looks down into the massive circular pit. The entire floor is covered in bones, bones from millions, a multitude of races, sizes. These bones are all dry brittle, they have been meticulously cleaned. At first glance the massive area seems empty. Yet blending into the darkness, is a massive slimy blackish, gelatinous blob. It takes up nearly the entire wall on the further side of the giant pit. Looking closely one starts to see hundreds of thousands, of forms within it, eyes, mouths, faces, limbs. Each one more twisted, and horrific looking than the one before.

Yumara steps away from the glass and moves over to one of the walls and pushes on of the many stone bricks. There’s a grinding noise, followed by the ceiling above the pit opening. About three dozen humanoid type creatures fall into the pit. Pandaren, Demons, humans, Elves, Saurok, Trolls, two Gnomes, etc, come tumbling from the ceiling. Those lucky ones died on impact, their neck either snapped, or vital organs impaled on bones. The unlucky were those with broken bones, impaled in ways that left them unable to move. The truly unfortunate were those that thought the could escape. The massive creature moves the smell of blood seems to drive it into a frenzy. A Elven magic user seeing the massive thing moving towards her, blasts it with a fire ball. She start backing up as, the thing swallows the spell, showing no signs of it having any effect. Arcane, Frost, nothing slows its approach, she turns to run. What she failed to notice is it’s not only before her, it is all around her. From above a slimy black tubular appendage drops down around her. It closes tight until you can easily see every contour of her face, body, arms, hands, legs. The creases on her palms and fingers as she presses against it. Then comes the sound of slurping, as the cylindrical appendage, starts to devour its meal. The trapped Elf starts frantically beating against it, the screams cannot be heard they can be seen. The flesh, on her is dissolved slowly followed by the underlying muscles, and tissue. Soon all that remains is a skeletal shape, shortly after that the creature vomits up all the bones, the armor, the weapons, etc, meticulously cleaned onto the floor.

A Pandaren Warrior seeing this grabs a large rib bone from some unfortunate creature to use as a weapon. It slashes out with it, only to have it pass through the slime like a knife trying to carve molasses. Large tentacles burst from the monstrosity. Wrapping around the doomed creatures arms, legs, and neck, they pull in separate directions. Wet pops can barely be heard over the screaming as the bones of his arms and legs pop out of their socket. It is accompanied by the sound of ripping flesh. A large tentacle with a massive mouth on the end shoot forth and snaps down on the Pandaren‘s torso. There’s enough force behind the bite, to completely sever his body from the rest of his limbs. Each limb is then eaten. Moments later there’s more sounds of retching as the bones, etc are regurgitated. A Saurok tries to run, only to be captured in the vile creatures grasp, its skull cracked open, its brains, an organs slowly eaten while it is still alive. A Gnome tries to dig his way down into the floor of bone. She is drug from them, then repeatedly slammed into the wall until she is nothing but a large splatter of blood, guts, bone splinters and gore. Long slimy tongues come forth and start licking the mess from the wall. Soon all the creature have been devoured. The monstrous gelatinous entity digs through the bones, weapons, armor, etc, cleaning them of all vital fluids and tissue.

Not only were their bodies devoured, their souls were as well. Each trapped within the horrific monster, each reliving their deaths continuously. Each one filled a hunger that will never be sated. Watching closely prices of it seem to break free, they attempt to run only to be scooped back up and swallowed by the whole. The entity is constantly eating whether it be the creature that drop into its domain, or itself, it never stops feeding. Yumara stares at the creature, telepathically speaking to it. After a moment the monster starts lurching in her direction. It digs into the massive pile of bones, and pulls forth an iron chest. It tosses the chest up just as Yumara shoots vines from the tips of her fingers to wrap around the iron box and pull it to Master, and herself. The box has more spell work on it that the door and room combined. Yumara turn to Master with the box. One of the most important things that the Labyrinth, room, and Devourer Guard is within this box. Master doesn’t need to ask what it is, he can see it inside of his Yumara’s mind. Locked in the box, is the tome she had used to create Izzabelle’s form after she had been hit by the curse of Oblivion.

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Landing silently behind a small patrol of Trolls, Izzabelle rips into them with a flurry of blades. The edges of her daggers are sharp enough, they cut through flesh, and bone. As easily as a hot knife slicing through butter. Her first upwards stroke cleaves the face of the first Troll in two. The poison rapidly dissolving its brains, which seeps like watery pink puss from its split face. Spinning the daggers in her hands she nearly decapitates the next Troll as she slashes crossed its neck, once, twice, the last slash severs the neck bone. Both its comrades and Izzabelle are covered in a fountain of blood as it bursts from the trolls neck like a geyser. Her spiderlings swarm the third and final Troll, as she spits dozens of them from her mouth. They proceed to attack, wrap, dissolve, and devour, leaving nothing behind.

Izzabelle looks back and sees the massive Inferno of fel blossoming across the doomed Troll settlement. Grinning she switches to her Aranasi form, then starts tossing the Troll corpses nearest her, into the blaze. In this form she was much stronger physically, and could easily feed what remained of the Trolls, to the ever growing inferno. The few that weren’t quite did, made the most glorious of sounds as they were burnt alive. Izzabelle is happy that her Bonded is protecting her brood. They are the next generation, they are quite as strong as the first. Izzabelle still shared a physic connection with them. Yet unlike the first, they could live outside of her. Carelessly tossing the last body into the blaze she drops down next to Sericon. “You should do something about the spell that Troll used on you, before there’s any long term effect, Love.” Izzabelle states wrapping her arms around him from behind.

Izzabelle looks down at the poisoned Troll, sprawled out on the forest floor. Then turns and looks up at the darkened hut which housed her brood. She doesn’t know Rekkagg well enough to completely trust him. What’s to stop him from killing the Troll, destroying her brood… “I will take the Troll, and relocate my brood.” Izzabelle says before looking over at Sericon, silently asking if he would help. She will not speak for him, if he has other plans she would do it alone. After they could take time for themselves… Time for themselves… both daggers strike the ground precariously close to Jambuku’s head, as they fall from limp hands. Izzabelle’s eyes are completely blank, her body having returned to its Elven form, trembles slightly. Other then the slight shuddering, she doesn’t seem to be breathing at all. Sericon can feel it through their bond as panic starts to set in. As the panic grows small rifts start forming in the air around her, above her the night sky starts to split open.

What did I do? I don’t know, I don’t know what I did. Time to ourselves, what did I do when I had time to myself? I had to have done something! What? What? What did I do? Where is this place? Why did I do this? What am I? Why am I? So much darkness, I don’t know this place! What did I do? I don’t know, I cannot remember. Sericon’s mind is bombarded by a cacophony of voices, as Izzabelle tries to recall memories that no longer exist. As she does her panic and fear start to rise, flames leap and spread across, the scales of her glossy looking ebony colored skin.

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Ebony moves through his tower with purpose, Nedde slithering, and sloshing behind him, like the disgusting vile creature that she was. The two enter a room infused with the darkest of Magic’s. Ebony turns to Nedde with a Malicious grin, on his gaunt spectral face. “Nedde Dear, you will go and collect your sisters…” as soon as the command leaves Ebony lips, Nedde is shaking her head. Lacking the ability to form actual words through her insectoid mouth, all that comes forth is screeching. She silently begs him with her eyes please don’t make me do this. She knows that he has no real use for them, he just want to further break her by torturing, and breaking them. Ebony frowns and steps towards Nedde, who tries to move back but finds her self frozen in place. Reaching out he places one of his body ethereal hands on top of Nedde’s skull. As his hand comes to rest on her head, on of his non corporeal nails, starts growing. It slowly punctures through her cranium, and sinks into her brain. Ebony swirls his finger inside of her head like a witch stirring a cauldron. Meanwhile Nedde’s body is going into powerful convulsions, tentacles flopping about madly, her mouth hangs open. The tubular feeding appendage hangs limply from it, visceral fluid dripping onto the floor. Puss, and flesh eating maggot filled sores burst. When Ebony pulls his finger free and removes his hand, Nedde’s body is still twitching. There’s a blank look on her face, acidic slime still drips from her mouth. “As I was saying Nedde Dear, you will go and collect your sisters, before they reach their destination. Do not fail me this time.” Ebony commands as he opens a portal for Nedde to go through.

Ebony closes the gateway as soon as Nedde is through it, then he turns his attention to the true task at hand. *Hmmmm, how to go about bringing my precious little Granddaughter back home? That wretched Demon Lord, keeps interfering. I need to find a way to remove him from the picture. Without him Jericha will be mine for the taking. Ebony paces the room pondering his dilemma How do I get rid of that unsavory nuisance. he asks himself, then it hits him, he had been going about this all wrong. It would sadly take a bit of patience on his part, of which he was greatly lacking, but if it worked… suddenly the room is filled with a bone chilling hideous laughter. Moving about the area he sets up for his attacks.

A massive tear appears in the sky behind Ahcirej, thousand of void bolts streak forth striking her in the back. Ahcirej looks at Salkeen in Surprise as her mechanical wings are practically evaporated. She drops from the sky, landing hard enough the nearly dislodge one of her legs from her body. She quickly engages repair protocols, as he does a giant void hand breaks up through the earth, wrapping around her. The earth below her becomes a twisting pool of void tentacles, and tendrils. That slowly pull her into their depths. Ahcirej releases a pure blast of holy Magic, destroying everything around her. Yet twice as many take there place, they rip and tear at the cybernetic body faster than she can repair it.

In the distance a single homestead hidden with dark magic reappears. Gargantuan sized void tentacles erupt from the ground all around it. They wrap around the house like a Kraken around a ship. In less than a moment the house is almost completely crushed into nothing but tinder, and splinters, the wreckage is being hauled into the sea of void beneath it. Lord Salkeen knows two things, the Void magic being used is teeming with Ebony’s signature. The second is his Void Witch is inside of that house, being dragged into the void. Ebony isn’t attacking just Jericha this time, he’s hitting multiple targets at once.

Once he finishes making his moves on those two, he turns his attention to his true target. Grinning he conjures an image in his hand, “My, my, little thief, it would seem that you are Azeroth’s most wanted.” He would need to start planning, he could not fail in his attempt to take Izzabelle. So this would take patience, he could wait, he moves through the tower back to his study. Sitting at his desk he begins going through spells that will help, as he waits for Nedde’s inevitable return.

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Isaik stood like a monolithic statue observing the Devourer and Yumara, the creation how grotesque and cruel was powerful beyond imagination, even from this distance the Master could sense a piece of his own tomes power in the creature… Isaik stopped for a moment was this the resting location of Anomaly? The dark creature gave a cruel hissing laugh, he had felt one of his tomes had made it to Pandaria when last the Master crawled upon its shores…

The Master’s suspicions were confirmed as Yumara telepathically commanded the great horrific creature to surface a hidden iron chest with the Tome Anomaly hidden inside… “It would seem you had a influence of me within your life longer than you first believed…” Isaik hissed casting his gaze on the tome inside, it had been a long time since Isaik had seen this particular prime tome… To that that did not know, the tome itself was quite alive, capable of interacting with those around it, it however was still not like those one might consider normal… It would never be like Isaik, Yumara or a man itself… The book lit up as magic coursed over the text inside, the tome itself recognized who was before it… Isaik nodded, turning to Yumara, “It is time…” The Master extended his arms over the dark pit of the Devourer and the iron chest calling to the dark void that he was so accustomed to using… Dark mist like shadows extending from every dark creative on the walls before sight was completely obscured… It was as if one was in the darkest of caves on the foggiest of days in the Dwarven wetlands… When the fog of shadows finally cleared away they were in the great subterranean domain of Isaik’s, a massive cavernous canyon like expansion just waiting for the touch of life beyond the muck that crawled through the dark…

“This is your new realm, a place to create your darkest forests that line the cavernous walls of the darkest of domains…” Isaik hissed, casting his gaze across the massive zone beneath the earth. The dark Master then gestured to a flat expansion that led to the deepest reaches in the caverns, Isaik’s own personal realm, the earth cracked and fell away to a deep pit lined with razor blades stalactites… Within the great pit the fog cleared to reveal the Devourer in his new home, the guardian between Isaik’s personal cavernous reaches and Yumara’s… “Bring Firth the balance, create your life…” Isaik gestured to Yumara, the greatest permissions to make this expanse her own… Isaik need not say, Skalaz’s domain was adjacent to her own, a realm filled with dark experiments, magic and vile creations! The great place all alchemy was performed in the Master’s great subterranean domain… The dark creature was more than eager to learn of the dark new concoctions that would be made, Yumara had proven herself a potion master beyond equal, her skills a great addition to the alchemist paradise, Skalaz though great was greatest in feats of transmutation… Isaik hissed a dark laugh the goblin was still not back from Yumara’s laboratory, no doubt placing the compass among the remains of Mirage…

Isaik halted, it seemed the others were having quite a few issues while the Puppet Master had been otherwise occupied… Izzabelle was suffering mental anguish unable to remember how she spent her days with herself… The Master stared blankly into the nothingness as he filtered the memories he knew she once had, his she had created gemstones in the lounge, and her penchant for imbibing in liquors… The Master crafted a rough vision, one of great blurry images, the slight visibility of a stein of beer… A spell formed ready for a trigger, when Sericon ran to her side to comfort her, she might remember the tiniest of memories of the drink, a explanation hopefully forming in her mind… The reason she remembers so little was perhaps because she drank, one night particularly heavy over the others… Were they celebrating? A vision of perhaps joy among the fuzzy images of sloshing ale… Sericon’s image was among them, drinking as she had… Isaik turned his gaze back to Yumara, no doubt she had begun with seeding her domain… “We will need to proceed with Izzabelle’s time memories sooner than expected… She might grow to unstable for even my power to rectify…” Isaik hissed, the dark creatures vision was vast… As Izzabelle experienced her agony, another group was feeling the impact of a gnat Isaik had grown quite tired of crushing…

On a distance world, a planet the Lord Salkeen had only decided on not conquering entirely because of his desire for Jericha, the dark being Ebony struck out again… A twin pronged attack, the demon lord would be forced to choose, Save Ahcirej or his Jericha… Isaik knew he could not interfere with such a thing, Jericha’s irrational fear of his presence made such a move unwise… But Isaik could not let Ebony commit such things without the proper punishment… Subtle hints would need to be given, suggestions to the greatest of living walls… Protect his creation or he may need to one day pick up her pieces… Isaik refocused his gaze upon Yumara, “Let us prepare ourselves with Izzabelle’s trip shall we?” Isaik hissed, they need not even leave Yumara’s new domain…

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“I will in time… It is not so bad right now…” Sericon stated, he did not want Izzabelle to worry for him. He understood her thoughts, but he was a lot stronger than those insufferable trolls, a minor hex wouldn’t take him down so easily… Sericon wondered if perhaps his armor had something inside it to render the effects of the spell null and void…

Sericon could tell immediately that Izzabelle hardly trusted the orc, Sericon though understanding of how Izzabelle felt had another view on why they could indeed trust the orc. Rekkagg was a minion under the Master, as such the orc would never do anything that would harm what the Master willed… Izzabelle was right with her gut instincts, Rekkagg was in all forms a wild beast that could’ve turned on them at any time, but with the Master’s looming presence, none would harm those who followed the Master, especially other minions of the Master. Sericon nodded at Izzabelle, if she needed him, he would be there to answer the call, Sericon was about to reach for Jambuku when Izzabelle began to experience a mental break!

Sericon immediately had his bonded in his arms trying to comfort her… “Calm down! Calm down!” Sericon called he tried to recall what they did together. Sericon himself saw that he worked on legion mechanisms while he was alone trying to make machines function with the fel… It started small before the elf finally got bigger mechanic creations to work, by far his favorite had been fel powered flying machines… His memories of what he did with Izzabelle came slow at first as if he was just starting to recall something so fuzzy… How could he forget! The two elves would spend hours at the taverns, and even one of the underground bars in the subterranean domain… Drinks so strong they might cause a pandaren to cave after a single shot! Some nights they were lucky they remembered their own names when they woke up! Was this perhaps why their memories had become so foggy right now?? Had they gone a bit overboard during their last time at the bar?? “Izzabelle, call down, we hung out at the bars together…” Sericon said hoping to get through to the elvish women, after such fighting he thought they could both enjoy a good drink!

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Yumara herself feels the Tome within the box react to The Masters presence. She tilts her head slightly, a glint of a wicked smile turning up the corners of her mouth. “I’m starting to think, Master might have had influence within previous lives as well.” Yumara says her voice low.

Yumara unconsciously moves closer to Master as he call upon his ancient dark magic. It seeps from every crack, every crevice, every surface, completely obscuring what was before her, in an impenetrable obsidian fog. As it starts to dissipate Yumara realizes right off they are deep beneath the surface of Azeroth. There’s something so very familiar about being within the earth. Stepping away from Master, Yumara runs the tips of her fingers along the natural rock, and earthen walls. Even this deep some of the more massive trees have managed to dig some of their roots in. Reaching up Yumara’s lays her hand against one of the roots, as she does her hand becomes one with it. Her fingers start the transformation process, flesh, becoming living wood. Closing her eyes, she send part of her mind into the root, from there up into the tree. She can see, hear, taste, feel everything within it, around it. The sun on each individual leave, the insects crawling about the bark, the creatures that make it there home. Every knot in the bark, becomes to her an eye, an eye in which she can look out upon the world. breaking contact she steps back to Masters side.

Yumara nods, then takes on her Primal form, reaching over she grabs her lefts arm with her right hand. Long gnarled Iron wood fingers close tightly around the circumference of the limbs upper half. With a pained hiss, and a slight growl, she starts wrenching it back, and forth. The sound of wood cracking and splintering a can be heard. Her vine, and plant like flesh start to tear as she rips the arm free from her body, dropping it to the ground, disgusting oily like black sludge oozes from both Yumara’s shoulder, and from the still twitching limb laying at her feet. From toxic looking onyx sludge a black vapor rises. Insects that crawl along beneath the earthen surface, screech as their insides are eradicated by the foul mist. Wincing she digs the fingers of her right hand into the foul remains of her left shoulder. Sinking them in she moves them around searching, seeking, speaking in an ancient language. The black sludge burns at the flora like flesh, before she finds what she seeks. Snagging hold of it she rips it free, tearing out a new arm from the oozing twisted wreck. Switching sides she proceeds to tear off her right arm this time. Pure crystal clear water spills forth like a waterfall fall from both her shoulder and the limb twitching on the ground. Unlike with the first, Yumara doesn’t seem to be in as much pain, and the limb proceeds to regrow on its own.

While this is happening both pure clear water, and dark shadowy mists start to cover the complete surface of Yumara’s new domain. From the two broken off limbs two massive creatures begin to form. One of death, darkness, despair, the other of life, of light. Each creature is the opposite of the other, yet where the same. Together they would bring about, and keep Yumara’s world as balanced as they could. Within a split second her twisted fey forest begins to grow. An horrific labyrinth of living death, filled with both dark, and light creatures appears around, Master and her. The sounds of little vine and unliving creatures can be heard moving throughout it. What looks like a sylph sticks her head out through a hole in a wall made of vine. She goes to speak, but her voice is strangled as the vines close around her neck. Her tongue falls out of her mouth, flopping about as she tries to breathe, to scream. Blood start pouring down the wall staining it dark crimson. After a few seconds of torture her head drops to the floor, severed from her torso. It lands facing up her last tortured moments etched perfectly into her horror filled face. Vines reach up wrap around the head and pull it into the earth. The wall of twisted vines and roots returns to normal, nothing remains of the dead creature. Yumara smiled darkly as she watched the death.

Moving closer, Yumara reaches out her fingers reaching out and lightly grasping the material of Masters Robes. “The twin Guardians can finish bringing forth the balance, I so desperately require.” She says with a slight growl of annoyance. She then peers back down into the pit the new home of the Devourer. Master would recognize something as he looks upon the twin guardians. The Devourer was at one point a Guardian, Yumara had used the Anomaly on a living piece of herself. That along with whatever else she used created the twisted horrific monstrosity, known as the Devourer. Yumara calls out for Orion, who appears in his feline form, floating next to Yumara’s head on his little broom. I take it Izzabelle’s trip to the past, has been moved up? Orion questions into both of their minds. The sooner the better.

Yumara nods her head, she is more than ready to start preparations for their trip into the past. As Orion hovers on his broom, a half dozen orbs appear. They are nearly half his size, and they circle him and his broom in an :infinity:pattern. I myself have been busy while the two of you made plans. I went to Stromgarde and sought out any who would have memories of Izzabelle. While many of the humans have long since died, the longer living races, had vague memories of her. Contained within these orbs are the memories I was able to find. It isn’t near,y as much as I wished for, but it will give her a firmer back story, for the time we are bringing her back two. I also discovered something else which I will share with the two of you later. For now as you say Dark one, we have a trip to plan for. A Cheshire Cat grin spreads across his face.

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