“He can be defeated... But not by Salkeen or those under Salkeen... Much like Mannoroth and Hellscream, Salkeen is destined to fail against him... But that does not ring true for one currently underneath his thrall...” Isaik hissed, hopefully Yumara would see now why Isaik had made the whole contract, it was flexible... If Ahcirej did ever manage to have her own soul created but still be bound, it would allow him to remove the reliance on fel, but if she never did, he could remove Izzabelle from Salkeen’s thrall, she would fight him instead...
After seeing the visions Yumara understood what Master was trying to do with the contract, and why he was doing it. Where the death of Salkeen, didn’t particularly bother her. If Salkeen died, Jericha would die as well, that was not something, she would let happen. If Master needed to remove either Ahcirej, or Izzabelle, from Beneath Salkeen’s thumb, then she would do her best to help. She thinks for a second on what she saw before she speaks. “Because of the Dagger that was used on her, Ahcirej will never have soul of her own, and can never be bound to anyone or anything. If she does still exist in any form, she will always be unbound.” Yumara slowly rises to her feet, her fingers still brushing against Masters robes. “Izzabelle was never suppose to be given to Salkeen. In my rush to protect Jericha, from what I was about to do, I forgot to unbind Izzabelle from her. Izzabelle possesses some sort of unique ability that I myself don’t quite understand.”
“I see many futures, some filled hatred others with success... We will see how the void witch reacts to the clone... or more...” Isaik hissed.
“I’m hoping that she will either except them, or ignore them. If she chooses to hate them, it will most like escalate her hate and fear of you.” Yumara lets out a weary sigh, not because of Master, but because she doesn’t understand what’s been going on in Jericha’s Head. “Master, perhaps Salkeen can Keep Jericha from fleeing long enough, for the two of you to talk. When I first arrived on the Ered’kiel she respected you, and had a decent amount of fear. Which was to be expected, given your strength, and power. Now she has this almost unnatural, unhealthy, terror, and hatred of you. I think whatever it is, it has actually been building up for a while, and the book was her snapping point.” She looks down unsure if she is going to say something that will anger Master, she doesn’t like angering Master. Everything hurts when Master is upset, or angry with her. “Master and Salkeen are trying to find a way to give Jericha a safe place. It might be better to remove Jericha’s need, for a safe place away from Master.”
“Very well, we will prod Izzabelle’s mind for possible answers to retrieve the true Ahcirej back... But... Just Incase our lovely thorn in our side... The Soul Thief wants to intervene, I suggest we take many precautions to get her back... Tell me have you ever seen a homunculus be created?”
Yumara tilts her head a little and looks at Master, The Soul Thief, isn’t interested in Ahcirej, she will never be what he needs, she in 100% incapable of ever being able to use void magic.” She pauses for a moment...as she thinks, “still he might try and do something, even if she is no use to his goals. He could try and use her to get Jericha, however she has no soul for him to try and steal.” Her eyes light up when she hears what Master says next. Her grip on his robes tighten, her heartbeat quickens, but not from anxiety, from excitement. “I’ve seen many things, but never the creation of a homunculus.” Just the idea of seeing one had her mind buzzing.
[1/2]
Isaik held out his hand, in the palm of his hand the void rift reappeared and deposited the vial... “It may be that the dagger would only allow us to retrieve her mind and soul, perhaps not even reunite them with the same body... So we will make more bodies...”
“Retrieving her soul will be impossible, she doesn’t have one, the dagger cuts your very existence free of everything, it unbinds you not only from everyone, and everything, but also every aspect of yourself. The Dagger was created, to more, or less completely destroy all connections, leaving you unable to ever return in any way, shape or form.” She looks down, she regrets that she didn’t understand Masters intentions, that she wasn’t able to think clearly. However try as she might she couldn’t stop herself from feeling the excitement of seeing an homunculus created. Would Master really let her watch the process?
Isaik looked over at Varicar, who still looked ready for any input on what to do next... Isaik could feel, The group had just met their final opponent, Reavrix had taken the field... “It appears, that you will be needed, return to your lord....”
Yumara turns to Varicar, “Jericha is exceptionally stubborn, but she isn’t stupid. She will not put her Lords life in danger, by stupidly rejecting your help, if she is in desperate need of it.” She reaches out and lightly touches his face with her fingers, “Now go before we need to make clones of all of them.”
Smuggs pondered the equation before solution appeared... It had seemed that the void witch that the masters constantly talked about was a twin to Ahcirej! A trivial brain scan of the void witch would allow Smuggs to help remake a better clone of Ahcirej. Smuggs nodded to himself, that is what he was going to do! Smuggs looked at the two beings that were akin to his masters, he thought about telling them but shrugged, they would probably agree..
Smuggs made his way over to the void rift and looked back at the two beings still in the room, if they were to say anything to him, now would be the time.
She turns to the Gnome, “Don’t bother going it will be a complete waste of your time and effort. She will never let you scan her mind, this I am sure of. If you even approached her with that head piece, she would blast it into microscopic bits, and try and do the same to you.” She isn’t sure if he will listen, but she is sure Jericha will react violently. Having Jericha attacking one of their own or worse yet fleeing, was not something they needed to deal with right now.
[2/2]
“Retrieving her soul will be impossible, she doesn’t have one, the dagger cuts your very existence free of everything, it unbinds you not only from everyone, and everything, but also every aspect of yourself. The Dagger was created, to more, or less completely destroy all connections, leaving you unable to ever return in any way, shape or form.” She looks down, she regrets that she didn’t understand Masters intentions, that she wasn’t able to think clearly. However try as she might she couldn’t stop herself from feeling the excitement of seeing an homunculus created. Would Master really let her watch the process?
Isaik looked over at Varicar, who still looked ready for any input on what to do next... Isaik could feel, The group had just met their final opponent, Reavrix had taken the field... “It appears, that you will be needed, return to your lord....”
Yumara turns to Varicar, “Jericha is exceptionally stubborn, but she isn’t stupid. She will not put her Lords life in danger, by stupidly rejecting your help, if she is in desperate need of it.” She reaches out and lightly touches his face with her fingers, “Now go before we need to make clones of all of them.”
Smuggs pondered the equation before solution appeared... It had seemed that the void witch that the masters constantly talked about was a twin to Ahcirej! A trivial brain scan of the void witch would allow Smuggs to help remake a better clone of Ahcirej. Smuggs nodded to himself, that is what he was going to do! Smuggs looked at the two beings that were akin to his masters, he thought about telling them but shrugged, they would probably agree..
Smuggs made his way over to the void rift and looked back at the two beings still in the room, if they were to say anything to him, now would be the time.
She turns to the Gnome, “Don’t bother going it will be a complete waste of your time and effort. She will never let you scan her mind, this I am sure of. If you even approached her with that head piece, she would blast it into microscopic bits, and try and do the same to you.” She isn’t sure if he will listen, but she is sure Jericha will react violently. Having Jericha attacking one of their own or worse yet fleeing, was not something they needed to deal with right now.
[2/2]
With a evil grin that rivaled any other Reavrix commanded his flesh golem to sweep its arm across the battlefield! Like a crashing avalanche the arm swept sideways obliterating the citadel beneath it and the spot where the group would have been!
Izzabelle was ever more thankful for her new spider like enhancements, as she was at this moment. Creating long strands of thin but extremely strong webs, she uses them as a form of maneuverability gear. As that massive arm comes down an sweeps across the battlefield. Izzabelle uses her webs, and the newfound abilities that came from the serums injected earlier, to remove herself from the path of destruction. Just mere seconds before the giant fleshy meathook strikes, she combines her shadow step with her webs. One moment she is in front of the huge arm, then she is behind it. She uses her webs to grab hold of the Flesh golems arm and pull her to it. She pulls her blades free just before she strikes, she goes into a roll, slicing at the flesh with her shadow infused blades. She comes out of her roll and thrusts her blades in. Not that it would make much of a difference it would take more than that.
Using her spider climbing she clings to the arm as it continues to create a path of destruction. A large chunk of rubble from the ruined Citadel strikes her shoulder, it rips through flesh, and muscle, shattering her shoulder bone. Izzabelle bites through her lip to stop from screaming. Her arm in dangling uselessly by her side, only being held to her decimated shoulder by strips of sinew and flesh. Silently cursing she opens a series of small portals and fires the equivalent of six fel cannons at the wrist joint of this colossal giant of rotting flesh. She activates the crimson vial, just as her regenerative powers kick in. She would be down one arm, for at least a mi Ute or more. She hopes that wherever Varicar is, he gets his backside here fast.
She looks around for the others, but can see nothing through the dense cloud of dust, that now covers the entire area.
“Once I catch you, you will pay for every piece of my broken citadel with your eternal suffering! I’ll make you rebuild the citadel on your knees!” The demon lord roared in triumph!
Reavrix stopped for a second before yelling out to his most favorite toy, “Do not think I forgot you my pet! When this is over I will ensure you only feel the pain of plagues in your body forever! I will use you to test my plagues until your body and mind are broken from the pain! When you are finally broken, I will ensure to save you a seat as your offspring do the same!”
Izzabelle pauses, she knows she shouldn’t open her mouth, opening her mouth tended to get her into a crap load of trouble, still “Now, now, Dear, Don’t be getting your panties in a twist. We didn’t realize that your dream house and little dolls meant that much to you.” She says in a condescending voice, “As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” She waves from her spot on his arm and mockingly blows him a kiss before vanishing. He must not realize that she is immune to all plagues, and poisons. Any plague he infected her with she would just purge. Izzabelle needed some time so she could heal her arm.
The demon lord then began to taught Izzabelle, his test subject... But now she belonged to Salkeen, and he would never let her feel such pain again... Salkeen growled loudly as he heard the next thing, that bastard of a demon lord taunted that Izzabelle’s children would do the same!
Salkeen had heard enough, now he was truly filled with fury! Not only did he threaten all their lives with enslavement but that vile bastard of a demon saw nothing wrong with forcing any heirs to feel the same torment![/b]
In all the time Izzabelle had known Lord Salkeen, she had never felt this amount of rage from him. She knows that he would fight his way through the Nether, destroying everything in his path, before he would let Reavrix have either Jericha or herself.
Izzabelle was ever more thankful for her new spider like enhancements, as she was at this moment. Creating long strands of thin but extremely strong webs, she uses them as a form of maneuverability gear. As that massive arm comes down an sweeps across the battlefield. Izzabelle uses her webs, and the newfound abilities that came from the serums injected earlier, to remove herself from the path of destruction. Just mere seconds before the giant fleshy meathook strikes, she combines her shadow step with her webs. One moment she is in front of the huge arm, then she is behind it. She uses her webs to grab hold of the Flesh golems arm and pull her to it. She pulls her blades free just before she strikes, she goes into a roll, slicing at the flesh with her shadow infused blades. She comes out of her roll and thrusts her blades in. Not that it would make much of a difference it would take more than that.
Using her spider climbing she clings to the arm as it continues to create a path of destruction. A large chunk of rubble from the ruined Citadel strikes her shoulder, it rips through flesh, and muscle, shattering her shoulder bone. Izzabelle bites through her lip to stop from screaming. Her arm in dangling uselessly by her side, only being held to her decimated shoulder by strips of sinew and flesh. Silently cursing she opens a series of small portals and fires the equivalent of six fel cannons at the wrist joint of this colossal giant of rotting flesh. She activates the crimson vial, just as her regenerative powers kick in. She would be down one arm, for at least a mi Ute or more. She hopes that wherever Varicar is, he gets his backside here fast.
She looks around for the others, but can see nothing through the dense cloud of dust, that now covers the entire area.
“Once I catch you, you will pay for every piece of my broken citadel with your eternal suffering! I’ll make you rebuild the citadel on your knees!” The demon lord roared in triumph!
Reavrix stopped for a second before yelling out to his most favorite toy, “Do not think I forgot you my pet! When this is over I will ensure you only feel the pain of plagues in your body forever! I will use you to test my plagues until your body and mind are broken from the pain! When you are finally broken, I will ensure to save you a seat as your offspring do the same!”
Izzabelle pauses, she knows she shouldn’t open her mouth, opening her mouth tended to get her into a crap load of trouble, still “Now, now, Dear, Don’t be getting your panties in a twist. We didn’t realize that your dream house and little dolls meant that much to you.” She says in a condescending voice, “As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” She waves from her spot on his arm and mockingly blows him a kiss before vanishing. He must not realize that she is immune to all plagues, and poisons. Any plague he infected her with she would just purge. Izzabelle needed some time so she could heal her arm.
The demon lord then began to taught Izzabelle, his test subject... But now she belonged to Salkeen, and he would never let her feel such pain again... Salkeen growled loudly as he heard the next thing, that bastard of a demon lord taunted that Izzabelle’s children would do the same!
Salkeen had heard enough, now he was truly filled with fury! Not only did he threaten all their lives with enslavement but that vile bastard of a demon saw nothing wrong with forcing any heirs to feel the same torment![/b]
In all the time Izzabelle had known Lord Salkeen, she had never felt this amount of rage from him. She knows that he would fight his way through the Nether, destroying everything in his path, before he would let Reavrix have either Jericha or herself.
“You are too late now to wish you had a healer, you pompous fools!” gloated Reavrix as he lifted the massive arm to reveal the deathknight pulverized completely by the force. With a evil grin that rivaled any other Reavrix commanded his flesh golem to sweep its arm across the battlefield! Like a crashing avalanche the arm swept sideways obliterating the citadel beneath it and the spot where the group would have been!
Jericha cursed as she saw the massive arm of stitched together flesh, approaching her at a high velocity. She doesn’t even think, before swiftly opening a portal beneath her and dropping into it. She can feel the air flow created by that humongous sweeping arm, pulling at her hair, as it crashes over where she was just standing. Jericha quickly connects portals, and reappears about fifty yards behind the colossal flesh construct. Jericha was more of a distance fighter, while she could do close encounter combat, she preferred keeping her distance. She large rift appears in the air behind her, as her artifact eye takes on an eerie glow. The portal within her hollow eye socket flairs to life. Large ethereal hands grip either side of the rift and begin to force it open.
Jericha wasn’t a Void witch she was the void witch, Lord Salkeen’s void witch, and she would do everything in her power to assure his success and survival. She summons a powerful shield of void around herself, she Incases the void shield with a barrier of fel, keeping them a mere hairs breadth apart but not letting them touch. She continues to shadow mend the damage from earlier, hissing in frustration, for not realizing sooner, that there was more to that Black Plague slime. She feels as though the effect are only temporary, but still being weakened at a time like this could prove detrimental.
Pulling on her void magic Jericha weaves a suppression field around one of the feet of the massive construct. The field not only slowed down movement, but moving the foot would cause it to explode. While it might not do massive amounts of damage given the size of the Flesh golem. Still every little bit counted and she was far from finished. Casting arcing void Jericha empowers herself with dark energy, strengthening her void spells. She casts jagged darkness, dozens of void blades appear and fly through the air cutting through the darkness, slicing into the flesh Giants heal. She rips open a half dozen void tears which shoot forth unending bolts of dark void energy. She’s about to cast her shadowfel amalgamation when her body is wracked with pain and she drops to her knees. She curses as she coughs up more blood and bits of burnt dead flesh. Damn she had sacrificed some healing to cast offensive spells, now in her weakened state, she was coming to realize the error of her judgment. The shadow mending wasn’t healing as fast as it should be.
Reavrix stopped for a second before yelling out to his most favorite toy, “Do not think I forgot you my pet! When this is over I will ensure you only feel the pain of plagues in your body forever! I will use you to test my plagues until your body and mind are broken from the pain! When you are finally broken, I will ensure to save you a seat as your offspring do the same!” Reavrix roared laughing as he thought of the moments.
Rage caused Jericha’s void magic to flair up in power and strength, she takes on full void form and rises a few feet above the ground. No one but Lord Salkeen was allowed to hurt Izzabelle... and he wasn’t only threaten to harm her, he was also threatening to force children upon her that he could harm as well. Jericha wanted to kill that sick bastard right on the spot... she looks over and sees that she isn’t the only one enraged by Reavrix’s threats, Lord Salkeen looks ready to kill.
“Reavrix! You make me sick! It would be a great pleasure to rid the world of you!” The legion Phoenix roared as it arched through the sky and collided with the flesh Titan sending Reavrix and his massive creation crashing backwards.
Jericha leaps backwards quickly as Reavrix and the Massive flesh Titan he controlled came crashing backwards towards her. About this same time she hears.
“As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” was she trying to get herself killed, Izzabelle had the right to remain silent, just not the ability. she prepares herself for the next wave of this battle, it had only just begun, she wonders when the reaver will be joining the fight.
Jericha cursed as she saw the massive arm of stitched together flesh, approaching her at a high velocity. She doesn’t even think, before swiftly opening a portal beneath her and dropping into it. She can feel the air flow created by that humongous sweeping arm, pulling at her hair, as it crashes over where she was just standing. Jericha quickly connects portals, and reappears about fifty yards behind the colossal flesh construct. Jericha was more of a distance fighter, while she could do close encounter combat, she preferred keeping her distance. She large rift appears in the air behind her, as her artifact eye takes on an eerie glow. The portal within her hollow eye socket flairs to life. Large ethereal hands grip either side of the rift and begin to force it open.
Jericha wasn’t a Void witch she was the void witch, Lord Salkeen’s void witch, and she would do everything in her power to assure his success and survival. She summons a powerful shield of void around herself, she Incases the void shield with a barrier of fel, keeping them a mere hairs breadth apart but not letting them touch. She continues to shadow mend the damage from earlier, hissing in frustration, for not realizing sooner, that there was more to that Black Plague slime. She feels as though the effect are only temporary, but still being weakened at a time like this could prove detrimental.
Pulling on her void magic Jericha weaves a suppression field around one of the feet of the massive construct. The field not only slowed down movement, but moving the foot would cause it to explode. While it might not do massive amounts of damage given the size of the Flesh golem. Still every little bit counted and she was far from finished. Casting arcing void Jericha empowers herself with dark energy, strengthening her void spells. She casts jagged darkness, dozens of void blades appear and fly through the air cutting through the darkness, slicing into the flesh Giants heal. She rips open a half dozen void tears which shoot forth unending bolts of dark void energy. She’s about to cast her shadowfel amalgamation when her body is wracked with pain and she drops to her knees. She curses as she coughs up more blood and bits of burnt dead flesh. Damn she had sacrificed some healing to cast offensive spells, now in her weakened state, she was coming to realize the error of her judgment. The shadow mending wasn’t healing as fast as it should be.
Reavrix stopped for a second before yelling out to his most favorite toy, “Do not think I forgot you my pet! When this is over I will ensure you only feel the pain of plagues in your body forever! I will use you to test my plagues until your body and mind are broken from the pain! When you are finally broken, I will ensure to save you a seat as your offspring do the same!” Reavrix roared laughing as he thought of the moments.
Rage caused Jericha’s void magic to flair up in power and strength, she takes on full void form and rises a few feet above the ground. No one but Lord Salkeen was allowed to hurt Izzabelle... and he wasn’t only threaten to harm her, he was also threatening to force children upon her that he could harm as well. Jericha wanted to kill that sick bastard right on the spot... she looks over and sees that she isn’t the only one enraged by Reavrix’s threats, Lord Salkeen looks ready to kill.
“Reavrix! You make me sick! It would be a great pleasure to rid the world of you!” The legion Phoenix roared as it arched through the sky and collided with the flesh Titan sending Reavrix and his massive creation crashing backwards.
Jericha leaps backwards quickly as Reavrix and the Massive flesh Titan he controlled came crashing backwards towards her. About this same time she hears.
“As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” was she trying to get herself killed, Izzabelle had the right to remain silent, just not the ability. she prepares herself for the next wave of this battle, it had only just begun, she wonders when the reaver will be joining the fight.
Varicar leapt from the void rift into a literal battle with death itself! Varicar has landed some bit away but saw the absolute destruction that Reavrix had at his command, with what seemed by a mere flick of his wrists the golem completely obliterated the battlefield with a swipe of its massive arm! Varicar was at first unsure where his allies were but quickly noticed Izzabelle taunting the massive flesh golem and its lord, it appeared they had known each other!
“As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” She waves from her spot on his arm and mockingly blows him a kiss before vanishing.
Varicar thought it exceedingly unwise to taunt such a massive and destructive force but Izzabelle did it anyway! Varicar hoped it would not be her last! Varicar looked at the battle and knew he needed to bring his healing to the group, none of them would survive without it! Varicar spied just the right spot to start his healing!
As Lord Salkeen in his rage collided with the flesh Titan, Varicar spies Jericha begins the massive behemoth trying to assault but even with his eyes Varicar could see she needed healing! With a flash, using the ability he had not truly used before Varicar teleported near Jericha and began to weave his mists to try and heal her.
Varicar still felt inside it was likely that even in this massive battle Jericha would hate him. Varicar would just try to respect her space and not incur her wrath, it was not his place to challenge her it was his place to heal.
So long as Varicar and Jericha did not need to move often his healing mists would eventually take space on most of the battlefield! If not, Varicar would need to make use of his teleporting skills to appear to each individual member when they needed it!
“As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” She waves from her spot on his arm and mockingly blows him a kiss before vanishing.
Varicar thought it exceedingly unwise to taunt such a massive and destructive force but Izzabelle did it anyway! Varicar hoped it would not be her last! Varicar looked at the battle and knew he needed to bring his healing to the group, none of them would survive without it! Varicar spied just the right spot to start his healing!
As Lord Salkeen in his rage collided with the flesh Titan, Varicar spies Jericha begins the massive behemoth trying to assault but even with his eyes Varicar could see she needed healing! With a flash, using the ability he had not truly used before Varicar teleported near Jericha and began to weave his mists to try and heal her.
Varicar still felt inside it was likely that even in this massive battle Jericha would hate him. Varicar would just try to respect her space and not incur her wrath, it was not his place to challenge her it was his place to heal.
So long as Varicar and Jericha did not need to move often his healing mists would eventually take space on most of the battlefield! If not, Varicar would need to make use of his teleporting skills to appear to each individual member when they needed it!
Reavrix laughed at the challenge of the pitiful demon lord as he roared at Reavrix’s comment! Perhaps Salkeen was truly weaker than Reavrix originally thought, that pitiful demon lord couldn’t even stomach the suggestion Reavrix would do to his insignificant minions!
“Reavrix! You make me sick! It would be a great pleasure to rid the world of you!”
Reavrix gave a wicked grin, he had truly infuriated that insufferable fool, a move he almost regretted as the demon lord showed his fury and sent the flesh Titan tumbling backwards. Reavrix was surprised at the level of power used but still he was far from done. Reavrix commanded his creation to rise again onto its two legs! Peering down he saw the damage done to the leg and arm, but decided to laugh, the damaged appendages would reveal slightly metallic skin with runes underneath!
Reavrix responded the other demon lords show of forth with some of his own, smacking the demon lord from the sky and forcing him to crash into the mountains below.
“As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” She waves from her spot on his arm and mockingly blows him a kiss before vanishing.
Reavrix snarled in rage directing his hands in a upwards motion! The flesh of the Titan shot out trying to ensnare the little spider but failed, as the troublesome runt vanished! Reavrix knew he could get the demon runt to appear again if he baited her... “You foolish little whelp, did you truly believe a simple scratch caused your felblood illness?” Reavrix laughed turning the massive construct to face the void witch and the small monk like elf near her. “Your pathetic wretch of a mother was once my prisoner! I experimented on her every day for millennia to create that power you now have! The gash you received that day while stealing from me, merely a activation of a dormant power!” Reavrix roared taunting the elfling, he had now completely faced the two minions and rise the flesh Titans arms high!
“Why did you think your true family went on their pilgrimage that cost them their lives? Your family had no choice! Foolishly believing your mothers ailment could be cured! That your ailment could be cured?” Reavrix screamed, his arms directing the flesh Titan to slam down on the location of Varicar and Jericha utterly obliterating the area beneath his might. Reavrix glared at the area below, again his might had caused such destruction the area was covered in a fog of debris and rubble.
Reavrix was ready to strike the miserable group in the dust into oblivion when the massive flesh Titan was struck in the back by three explosions of fel! The armies of Salkeen had set up artillery in a attempt to aid their masters, a act that would be seen as both great but futile!
The massive flesh construct turned back away from the rubble area that used to contain Jericha and Varicar, turning until it completely faced the army of demons. On the back of the flesh Titan was holes blasted away by fel revealing more metallic skin and runes! Reavrix roared commanding the flesh Titan to attack the armies, and with a great inhale the flesh Titan released a massive fog of necrotizing plague over the demonic army!
“Reavrix! You make me sick! It would be a great pleasure to rid the world of you!”
Reavrix gave a wicked grin, he had truly infuriated that insufferable fool, a move he almost regretted as the demon lord showed his fury and sent the flesh Titan tumbling backwards. Reavrix was surprised at the level of power used but still he was far from done. Reavrix commanded his creation to rise again onto its two legs! Peering down he saw the damage done to the leg and arm, but decided to laugh, the damaged appendages would reveal slightly metallic skin with runes underneath!
Reavrix responded the other demon lords show of forth with some of his own, smacking the demon lord from the sky and forcing him to crash into the mountains below.
“As much as I adore the endearing nicknames you have for me. We should get to know each other better before using them. I promise not to leave you for the dog, like your wife did.” Izzabelle lets forth a burst of sarcastic laughter. “Oh sooooo sorry, I forgot she was the dog.” She waves from her spot on his arm and mockingly blows him a kiss before vanishing.
Reavrix snarled in rage directing his hands in a upwards motion! The flesh of the Titan shot out trying to ensnare the little spider but failed, as the troublesome runt vanished! Reavrix knew he could get the demon runt to appear again if he baited her... “You foolish little whelp, did you truly believe a simple scratch caused your felblood illness?” Reavrix laughed turning the massive construct to face the void witch and the small monk like elf near her. “Your pathetic wretch of a mother was once my prisoner! I experimented on her every day for millennia to create that power you now have! The gash you received that day while stealing from me, merely a activation of a dormant power!” Reavrix roared taunting the elfling, he had now completely faced the two minions and rise the flesh Titans arms high!
“Why did you think your true family went on their pilgrimage that cost them their lives? Your family had no choice! Foolishly believing your mothers ailment could be cured! That your ailment could be cured?” Reavrix screamed, his arms directing the flesh Titan to slam down on the location of Varicar and Jericha utterly obliterating the area beneath his might. Reavrix glared at the area below, again his might had caused such destruction the area was covered in a fog of debris and rubble.
Reavrix was ready to strike the miserable group in the dust into oblivion when the massive flesh Titan was struck in the back by three explosions of fel! The armies of Salkeen had set up artillery in a attempt to aid their masters, a act that would be seen as both great but futile!
The massive flesh construct turned back away from the rubble area that used to contain Jericha and Varicar, turning until it completely faced the army of demons. On the back of the flesh Titan was holes blasted away by fel revealing more metallic skin and runes! Reavrix roared commanding the flesh Titan to attack the armies, and with a great inhale the flesh Titan released a massive fog of necrotizing plague over the demonic army!
Everything went completely dark for a time, the last thing Maleok saw was a mountain of rot crashing down upon him... Luckily the undead demon lord has chosen to ignore the flattened corpse of Maleok so he could slowly regenerate! Bit by bit, Maleok’s blood oozed back towards the center of his current blob like body, slowly Maleok’s bones snapped back together and fixed their fractures...
Still quite a bit of time past, at least for a war, before Maleok’s face finally regained a semblance of form... Peering out across the battlefield from his still shattered body, Maleok could see the massive flesh Titan assaulting his allies, it seemed invincible! With more squelching pops and snaps Maleok slowly regained his shape and stood on his two legs... Maleok wiped his brow in a gesture of relief, he would be truly gone if he had been set on fire or drenched in acid...
Maleok was completely unsure what to do, he was strong and durable but when he had almost nothing in his arsenal to take on such a creature! Maleok rushed forward, if he was gonna do something he would need to get near the creature, Maleok in a mad dash leapt at the flesh golem grappling on to it leg! The size comparison was staggering where as Izzabelle was like a spider attacking the massive creature, Maleok was like a tick! Maleok stabbed his sword into the flesh of the mighty titanic undead construct and climbed slowly until he reached what Maleok guessed was the shin! With a mighty cleave of his blade Maleok attempted to dig into the flesh, slice after slash, he cut until he saw metallic flesh imbedded with runes.
Maleok stared at the weird metallic skin, “What is this? A under metal layer to make the construct stronger??” Maleok thought to himself. With another slash Maleok stabbed into the creature again and again, “What would he find under the metallic skin?” Maleok pondered, until he finally cut through... Then it hit him, he understood now why Isaik was so interested in Reavrix... Thick purplish blood that shone like violet honey in liquid crystal oozed from the wounds Maleok made...
The revelation made Maleok uneasy, the group had no idea what they were truly fighting. This wasn’t a massive undead construct made from the inhabitants of this planet, This was a construct made from pieces of a planet! This realization also came that Reavrix wasn’t even trying that hard yet, in-fact he was holding back!!
Still quite a bit of time past, at least for a war, before Maleok’s face finally regained a semblance of form... Peering out across the battlefield from his still shattered body, Maleok could see the massive flesh Titan assaulting his allies, it seemed invincible! With more squelching pops and snaps Maleok slowly regained his shape and stood on his two legs... Maleok wiped his brow in a gesture of relief, he would be truly gone if he had been set on fire or drenched in acid...
Maleok was completely unsure what to do, he was strong and durable but when he had almost nothing in his arsenal to take on such a creature! Maleok rushed forward, if he was gonna do something he would need to get near the creature, Maleok in a mad dash leapt at the flesh golem grappling on to it leg! The size comparison was staggering where as Izzabelle was like a spider attacking the massive creature, Maleok was like a tick! Maleok stabbed his sword into the flesh of the mighty titanic undead construct and climbed slowly until he reached what Maleok guessed was the shin! With a mighty cleave of his blade Maleok attempted to dig into the flesh, slice after slash, he cut until he saw metallic flesh imbedded with runes.
Maleok stared at the weird metallic skin, “What is this? A under metal layer to make the construct stronger??” Maleok thought to himself. With another slash Maleok stabbed into the creature again and again, “What would he find under the metallic skin?” Maleok pondered, until he finally cut through... Then it hit him, he understood now why Isaik was so interested in Reavrix... Thick purplish blood that shone like violet honey in liquid crystal oozed from the wounds Maleok made...
The revelation made Maleok uneasy, the group had no idea what they were truly fighting. This wasn’t a massive undead construct made from the inhabitants of this planet, This was a construct made from pieces of a planet! This realization also came that Reavrix wasn’t even trying that hard yet, in-fact he was holding back!!
Sericon watched the whole battle from the Ered’Kiel in the sky the impressive destruction of the flesh golem made him anxious... Sericon was part demon in the inside, the sight of such violence made Sericon want to participate... Still he had to remain in control, “Soldiers of Salkeen, your lord needs you! Man the Artillery, target that undead monstrosity and bring it down!!” Sericon commanded in a cheerful tone!
The demons responded felguards and fel lords maneuvered the massive siege weapons into position! Wyrmtongue and Gan’arg shuffled around and brought in ammunition before loading it with haste. For only a moment the demon armies stood waiting as the flesh Titan caused destruction in the distance, before a eredar commanded roared signaling to fire!
Great balls of fel fire arched through the sky before crashing down upon the flesh Titans back! At first demons roared in victory, they struck it dead on, they were sure to claim success... That was until the massive undead construct turned towards the demons and with a great inhale of air released a massive fog of necrotizing plague over the area!! Demons shrieked in terror as the front lines were enveloped in flesh eating diseases that scoured the life from the area! It seemed like hope would be lost as the massive fog of death kept moving forward, until with a flash of green light the Ered’Kiel forced the plague back.
Sericon aboard the Ered’Kiel has seen the massive loss of demonic life and moved to fight back! The Ered’Kiel sent blast of fel into the fog cutting through it like knives through butter, the massive vessel followed up the action by activating shields that now protected the remaining siege weapons not within the hideous fog.... Sericon shook his head, how would they defeat such a weapon??
The demons responded felguards and fel lords maneuvered the massive siege weapons into position! Wyrmtongue and Gan’arg shuffled around and brought in ammunition before loading it with haste. For only a moment the demon armies stood waiting as the flesh Titan caused destruction in the distance, before a eredar commanded roared signaling to fire!
Great balls of fel fire arched through the sky before crashing down upon the flesh Titans back! At first demons roared in victory, they struck it dead on, they were sure to claim success... That was until the massive undead construct turned towards the demons and with a great inhale of air released a massive fog of necrotizing plague over the area!! Demons shrieked in terror as the front lines were enveloped in flesh eating diseases that scoured the life from the area! It seemed like hope would be lost as the massive fog of death kept moving forward, until with a flash of green light the Ered’Kiel forced the plague back.
Sericon aboard the Ered’Kiel has seen the massive loss of demonic life and moved to fight back! The Ered’Kiel sent blast of fel into the fog cutting through it like knives through butter, the massive vessel followed up the action by activating shields that now protected the remaining siege weapons not within the hideous fog.... Sericon shook his head, how would they defeat such a weapon??
Salkeen picked himself up from the rubble of the mountain, spitting to the side, he could feel his ribs cracked and shattered. Salkeen glared defiantly at the massive and hideous undead construct, he would beat this, he was the Phoenix of the Legion! With a howl of demonic fury Salkeen grabbed a boulder from the rubble of the mountain and ignited it with fel flames, with strength seen only in powerful demon lords he hefted the massive rock at the flesh Titan. Salkeen followed up his attacks with more boulders six in total!
Reavrix and the flesh golem were struck by the massive flaming rocks, but it would take more than that to hurt him. With a defiant roar Reavrix turned the undead beast back towards Salkeen and swatted a boulder from the sky as if deflecting a dodge ball! Reavrix glared over towards the rocks but did not see the demon lord, inhaling a great wind he exhaled necrotizing plagues over the area, that would flush out his prey!
Salkeen however was clever, on the fifth boulder, Salkeen had ride it to his target and now clung hidden on the massive undead constructs back! Salkeen quickly looked around, the construction of this creature was beyond impressive, felsteel cables held massive swaths of flesh together, this thing was like a walking undead god! That’s when Salkeen spied Maleok, he paused for a moment, he was sure he had died...
But near Maleok is what caused Salkeen’s blood to chill... That blood... That particular blood, the metallic flesh underneath... Salkeen knew what they were fighting, why his master was so eager to conquer this demon lord! Salkeen felt a tinge if rage, he should have been told about this! The true weapon Reavrix had was unlike any other, Azeroth themselves had only recently discovered something similar...
Salkeen hissed and with a quick barrage of slashes into the undead constructs hide saw for himself the dangerous ichor before him... This is why Reavrix was glad to be free of Sargeras, the master of the legion would have been beyond furious that such a thing was made! Salkeen dug his hand into the violet ichor and felt a wave of emotions... Dread, fear, pain, rage, nightmares filled his mind... But also came power unimaginable, Salkeen felt even more powerful than he already was.
“Reavrix! You would use such a weapon? It is no wonder you despise Sargeras, he would torture you for millennia if he saw what you did!” Salkeen roared as he swung his claws faster than before creating a massive gash in the back of the Flesh Titan... Reavrix laughed, “In time, my creation could have crushed that foolish Titan, then I would rule all! What you see is only a scrap of its grand potential!” Reavrix boomed, commanding the construct to attack the demon lord. With sickly snaps on massive bones the constructs arms twisted backwards at unnatural angles and slammed the pitiful demon lord away.
Salkeen was hit with the force of a tsunami and thrown again into the nearby earth crashing into a small clearing of jagged rocks! Reavrix spared no minute for the meddlesome demon lord to retaliate, with all his might the undead demon lord commanded the flesh golem to dig its castle sized hands into the earth. With a mighty heave the flesh Titan pulled forth a size of earth equivalent to the Azuremyst isles and got ready to send it crashing down upon Salkeen!
Reavrix and the flesh golem were struck by the massive flaming rocks, but it would take more than that to hurt him. With a defiant roar Reavrix turned the undead beast back towards Salkeen and swatted a boulder from the sky as if deflecting a dodge ball! Reavrix glared over towards the rocks but did not see the demon lord, inhaling a great wind he exhaled necrotizing plagues over the area, that would flush out his prey!
Salkeen however was clever, on the fifth boulder, Salkeen had ride it to his target and now clung hidden on the massive undead constructs back! Salkeen quickly looked around, the construction of this creature was beyond impressive, felsteel cables held massive swaths of flesh together, this thing was like a walking undead god! That’s when Salkeen spied Maleok, he paused for a moment, he was sure he had died...
But near Maleok is what caused Salkeen’s blood to chill... That blood... That particular blood, the metallic flesh underneath... Salkeen knew what they were fighting, why his master was so eager to conquer this demon lord! Salkeen felt a tinge if rage, he should have been told about this! The true weapon Reavrix had was unlike any other, Azeroth themselves had only recently discovered something similar...
Salkeen hissed and with a quick barrage of slashes into the undead constructs hide saw for himself the dangerous ichor before him... This is why Reavrix was glad to be free of Sargeras, the master of the legion would have been beyond furious that such a thing was made! Salkeen dug his hand into the violet ichor and felt a wave of emotions... Dread, fear, pain, rage, nightmares filled his mind... But also came power unimaginable, Salkeen felt even more powerful than he already was.
“Reavrix! You would use such a weapon? It is no wonder you despise Sargeras, he would torture you for millennia if he saw what you did!” Salkeen roared as he swung his claws faster than before creating a massive gash in the back of the Flesh Titan... Reavrix laughed, “In time, my creation could have crushed that foolish Titan, then I would rule all! What you see is only a scrap of its grand potential!” Reavrix boomed, commanding the construct to attack the demon lord. With sickly snaps on massive bones the constructs arms twisted backwards at unnatural angles and slammed the pitiful demon lord away.
Salkeen was hit with the force of a tsunami and thrown again into the nearby earth crashing into a small clearing of jagged rocks! Reavrix spared no minute for the meddlesome demon lord to retaliate, with all his might the undead demon lord commanded the flesh golem to dig its castle sized hands into the earth. With a mighty heave the flesh Titan pulled forth a size of earth equivalent to the Azuremyst isles and got ready to send it crashing down upon Salkeen!
“You foolish little whelp, did you truly believe a simple scratch caused your felblood illness?” Reavrix laughed turning the massive construct to face the void witch and the small monk like elf near her. “Your pathetic wretch of a mother was once my prisoner! I experimented on her every day for millennia to create that power you now have! The gash you received that day while stealing from me, merely a activation of a dormant power!”
Izzabelle stops for a second, never breaking stealth to listen to the wannabe Demon Lords prattle. Did he believe mentioning her mother would cause an adverse reaction from her. She has no memories of her, to Izzabelle she was a stranger. Yeah she felt sorry for anyone stuck with him for a few minutes. She is also quite certain half of what he is saying, is nothing but dreams infecting a delusional mind. Still some of what he says makes sense, if it’s true, it changes everything. A small malicious smile curls the corners of her lips. I wasn’t made into a Felblood, I’ve always been one. I was born like this, the blood might have been dormant but it was always there. As for the powers she got most of those from Jericha, Yumara and Lord Salkeen. Well perhaps the desire to take the plagued insects I to herself was from her mother. She felt calmer now and in more control, in a way she was the daughter of one of his creations. This daughter along with her lord, and companions, would bring his empire crashing to the ground.
Maleok in a mad dash leapt at the flesh golem grappling on to it leg! The size comparison was staggering where as Izzabelle was like a spider attacking the massive creature, Maleok was like a tick! Maleok stabbed his sword into the flesh of the mighty titanic undead construct and climbed slowly until he reached what Maleok guessed was the shin! With a mighty cleave of his blade Maleok attempted to dig into the flesh, slice after slash, he cut until he saw metallic flesh imbedded with runes.
Izzabelle watches as the Massive undead Drakkari reforms and leaps onto the Flesh Giants leg. Using his sword she watched him climb, until he was about halfway up the flesh golems calf. She stares keenly as he hacks away at the flesh, revealing rune covered metallic plating hidden beneath. Taking a closer look she notices large thick tubes running to different areas of the humongous construct. It reminds Izzabelle of the human nervous system, and cardiovascular system.
“What is this? A under metal layer to make the construct stronger??” Maleok thought to himself. With another slash Maleok stabbed into the creature again and again, “What would he find under the metallic skin?” Maleok pondered, until he finally cut through... Then it hit him, he understood now why Isaik was so interested in Reavrix... Thick purplish blood that shone like violet honey in liquid crystal oozed from the wounds Maleok made...
Once Maleok breaks through the hard rune encrypted metallic shell, it bled glowing violet honey, it bled power. Using her webs and spider climbing Izzabelle swiftly makes her way to where Maleok just sliced into the gargantuan flesh giant. She could sense the overwhelming power radiating from the purplish, amber swirled fluid.
Salkeen dug his hand into the violet ichor and felt a wave of emotions... Dread, fear, pain, rage, nightmares filled his mind... But also came power unimaginable, Salkeen felt even more powerful than he already was.
“Reavrix! You would use such a weapon? It is no wonder you despise Sargeras, he would torture you for millennia if he saw what you did!” Salkeen roared as he swung his claws faster than before creating a massive gash in the back of the Flesh Titan...
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Izzabelle stops for a second, never breaking stealth to listen to the wannabe Demon Lords prattle. Did he believe mentioning her mother would cause an adverse reaction from her. She has no memories of her, to Izzabelle she was a stranger. Yeah she felt sorry for anyone stuck with him for a few minutes. She is also quite certain half of what he is saying, is nothing but dreams infecting a delusional mind. Still some of what he says makes sense, if it’s true, it changes everything. A small malicious smile curls the corners of her lips. I wasn’t made into a Felblood, I’ve always been one. I was born like this, the blood might have been dormant but it was always there. As for the powers she got most of those from Jericha, Yumara and Lord Salkeen. Well perhaps the desire to take the plagued insects I to herself was from her mother. She felt calmer now and in more control, in a way she was the daughter of one of his creations. This daughter along with her lord, and companions, would bring his empire crashing to the ground.
Maleok in a mad dash leapt at the flesh golem grappling on to it leg! The size comparison was staggering where as Izzabelle was like a spider attacking the massive creature, Maleok was like a tick! Maleok stabbed his sword into the flesh of the mighty titanic undead construct and climbed slowly until he reached what Maleok guessed was the shin! With a mighty cleave of his blade Maleok attempted to dig into the flesh, slice after slash, he cut until he saw metallic flesh imbedded with runes.
Izzabelle watches as the Massive undead Drakkari reforms and leaps onto the Flesh Giants leg. Using his sword she watched him climb, until he was about halfway up the flesh golems calf. She stares keenly as he hacks away at the flesh, revealing rune covered metallic plating hidden beneath. Taking a closer look she notices large thick tubes running to different areas of the humongous construct. It reminds Izzabelle of the human nervous system, and cardiovascular system.
“What is this? A under metal layer to make the construct stronger??” Maleok thought to himself. With another slash Maleok stabbed into the creature again and again, “What would he find under the metallic skin?” Maleok pondered, until he finally cut through... Then it hit him, he understood now why Isaik was so interested in Reavrix... Thick purplish blood that shone like violet honey in liquid crystal oozed from the wounds Maleok made...
Once Maleok breaks through the hard rune encrypted metallic shell, it bled glowing violet honey, it bled power. Using her webs and spider climbing Izzabelle swiftly makes her way to where Maleok just sliced into the gargantuan flesh giant. She could sense the overwhelming power radiating from the purplish, amber swirled fluid.
Salkeen dug his hand into the violet ichor and felt a wave of emotions... Dread, fear, pain, rage, nightmares filled his mind... But also came power unimaginable, Salkeen felt even more powerful than he already was.
“Reavrix! You would use such a weapon? It is no wonder you despise Sargeras, he would torture you for millennia if he saw what you did!” Salkeen roared as he swung his claws faster than before creating a massive gash in the back of the Flesh Titan...
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Izzabelle watched as like Maleok, her Lord tore into the flesh giant, ripping through its hidden metallic skin, to reveal the violet amber fluid trapped beneath. She also sees how he changes once he digs his hands Into the thick honey like fluid. Suddenly he is both faster and stronger, it was like his power had been given a Massive boost. Izzabelle suddenly has an idea, she pulls her blades out and thrusts them into the honey like liquid. Pushing them in until it flows over her hands, she comes out of stealth a short distance away from Maleok. Many emotions assault her mind all at once but she swiftly locks them away. Glad that the all consuming rage she was feeling earlier had been quelled. Pulling her hands and the blades free, she attacks at mind blowing speeds slicing open a large gash in the titanic constructs calf. She turns to Maleok “You’re not going to want to be here in a moment. It isn’t a threat, it’s more a warning that he might want to move.
Izzabelle isn’t even sure if what she is attempting will work. Once there was a large enough hole ripped through the thick metal plating her wings appear and she leaps off the Flesh Golem...”Jericha, Now.” Izzabelle screams as she utilizes her ultimate ability. A massive rift nearly a fifty meters wide appears above her, and a beam of fel energy, blasts from it. Heading right for the massive gash she had created earlier. But that wasn’t the only thing, moving right along beside it was a gargantuan bolt of corrupt void energy. The two forces strike the Construct at the same time, and burst into an explosion of shadowfel amalgamation. Izzabelle Can only hope that it did something as she drops to the ground. She kneels breathing heavily, even with the boost from the constructs blood using that ability still left her weak for a short time.
Yet Being Izzabelle she cannot help but open her mouth when she sees Reavrix about to quite literally drop a mountain on Lord Salkeen “Hey you pathetic wretched wannabe. You couldn’t even get a woman to stay with you after a millennia worth of courtship. You truly are a pathetic little wannabe aren’t you. It’s a crying shame a real Demon Lord wasn’t controlling that construct. Instead it’s stuck with a loser like you. Face the facts once a weak hopeless loser, always a weak hopeless loser.”
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Izzabelle isn’t even sure if what she is attempting will work. Once there was a large enough hole ripped through the thick metal plating her wings appear and she leaps off the Flesh Golem...”Jericha, Now.” Izzabelle screams as she utilizes her ultimate ability. A massive rift nearly a fifty meters wide appears above her, and a beam of fel energy, blasts from it. Heading right for the massive gash she had created earlier. But that wasn’t the only thing, moving right along beside it was a gargantuan bolt of corrupt void energy. The two forces strike the Construct at the same time, and burst into an explosion of shadowfel amalgamation. Izzabelle Can only hope that it did something as she drops to the ground. She kneels breathing heavily, even with the boost from the constructs blood using that ability still left her weak for a short time.
Yet Being Izzabelle she cannot help but open her mouth when she sees Reavrix about to quite literally drop a mountain on Lord Salkeen “Hey you pathetic wretched wannabe. You couldn’t even get a woman to stay with you after a millennia worth of courtship. You truly are a pathetic little wannabe aren’t you. It’s a crying shame a real Demon Lord wasn’t controlling that construct. Instead it’s stuck with a loser like you. Face the facts once a weak hopeless loser, always a weak hopeless loser.”
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With a flash, using the ability he had not truly used before Varicar teleported near Jericha and began to weave his mists to try and heal her.
Jericha’s feels like her skin is crawling, when she feels Varicar’s healing mists wash over her. Her first thought is to strike out at him, she had told him, not to heal her. She turns to him and lets out a low growl. Both of her eyes glowing with unholy power. She still wants nothing more than to rip him to shreds. “If I so much as think you are trying to work your Masters dark Magic’s against me. I’ll make it my soul purpose in this friggin life, to destroy every aspect of you. I do not trust you, and if Lord Salkeen didn’t need me to use my offensive Magic’s, I would have killed you the second you attempted to heal me.” She can feel her muscles and flesh repairing as the cooling mists sooth and heal the damage that was done. Still in the back of her mind she is prepared to kill him or flee, should he try anything.
The barrage of void bolts continue to strike the gargantuan flesh Titan. Revealing the rune covered metal beneath. The portal with her eyesight met flare as she prepares to open a void tear right through its metallic flesh. However before she can do that, she sees Reavrix Bring the might of that massive Titan down upon them. Jericha knows that with Varicar in the midst of spell casting that moving might be impossible. So instead she erects a barrier around them that is a hundred times stronger, than the ones she created to hold off the artillery fire of Reavrix’s doomed compound. When Reavrix struck the shield held but they were dropped into a massive crater, visibility was horrendous. She turns and glares at Varicar, “the shield won’t hold against another attack like that. Find someplace that isn’t near me to do your healing.” With that said she opens a portal and vanishes into it.
She can only remain in the Void for a short time, she hates that she cannot move through it as she would like. Still she has no desire to draw unwanted attention to herself. She exits the portal and spies Izzabelle and another of Isaik’s cursed minions tearing into a small area on the back of the huge construct calf. For a brief second she feels it, it seems to call to her, beckoning her to come closer. She shakes her head. The Void was exceptionally deadly, and would destroy her, if she ever let her guard down...but still. ”Jericha, Now.” Izzabelle screams, Jericha doesn’t think she just reacts. She might no longer have Izzabelle’s soul tied to hers, but they had fought side by side for decades, they knew what the other wanted, just by the sound of their voice.
She sees the large Gaping gash that Izzabelle and the Troll created in the Flesh titans calf, she rips open a portal to the void and hurls a massive void bolt at the tear in the things leg. As she is doing this, Izzabelle unleashes her power by summoning a horrendous blast of fel. The two warring forces strike exploding in pure chaos. She follows up the void bolt by opening a massive void portal beneath the foot of the leg they had hopefully just damaged. Thousands of Umbral tentacles burst forth from the fissure wrapping around the humongous foot and pulling it down into the void. The tentacles corrupt and eat away at the flesh. She watches as Izzabelle drops to the ground weakened from that last blast of power she used. Still it didn’t stop her from opening her mouth. Jericha then sees, that Lord Salkeen is in danger, and goes to create a portal that will bring him to where she is.
Jericha’s feels like her skin is crawling, when she feels Varicar’s healing mists wash over her. Her first thought is to strike out at him, she had told him, not to heal her. She turns to him and lets out a low growl. Both of her eyes glowing with unholy power. She still wants nothing more than to rip him to shreds. “If I so much as think you are trying to work your Masters dark Magic’s against me. I’ll make it my soul purpose in this friggin life, to destroy every aspect of you. I do not trust you, and if Lord Salkeen didn’t need me to use my offensive Magic’s, I would have killed you the second you attempted to heal me.” She can feel her muscles and flesh repairing as the cooling mists sooth and heal the damage that was done. Still in the back of her mind she is prepared to kill him or flee, should he try anything.
The barrage of void bolts continue to strike the gargantuan flesh Titan. Revealing the rune covered metal beneath. The portal with her eyesight met flare as she prepares to open a void tear right through its metallic flesh. However before she can do that, she sees Reavrix Bring the might of that massive Titan down upon them. Jericha knows that with Varicar in the midst of spell casting that moving might be impossible. So instead she erects a barrier around them that is a hundred times stronger, than the ones she created to hold off the artillery fire of Reavrix’s doomed compound. When Reavrix struck the shield held but they were dropped into a massive crater, visibility was horrendous. She turns and glares at Varicar, “the shield won’t hold against another attack like that. Find someplace that isn’t near me to do your healing.” With that said she opens a portal and vanishes into it.
She can only remain in the Void for a short time, she hates that she cannot move through it as she would like. Still she has no desire to draw unwanted attention to herself. She exits the portal and spies Izzabelle and another of Isaik’s cursed minions tearing into a small area on the back of the huge construct calf. For a brief second she feels it, it seems to call to her, beckoning her to come closer. She shakes her head. The Void was exceptionally deadly, and would destroy her, if she ever let her guard down...but still. ”Jericha, Now.” Izzabelle screams, Jericha doesn’t think she just reacts. She might no longer have Izzabelle’s soul tied to hers, but they had fought side by side for decades, they knew what the other wanted, just by the sound of their voice.
She sees the large Gaping gash that Izzabelle and the Troll created in the Flesh titans calf, she rips open a portal to the void and hurls a massive void bolt at the tear in the things leg. As she is doing this, Izzabelle unleashes her power by summoning a horrendous blast of fel. The two warring forces strike exploding in pure chaos. She follows up the void bolt by opening a massive void portal beneath the foot of the leg they had hopefully just damaged. Thousands of Umbral tentacles burst forth from the fissure wrapping around the humongous foot and pulling it down into the void. The tentacles corrupt and eat away at the flesh. She watches as Izzabelle drops to the ground weakened from that last blast of power she used. Still it didn’t stop her from opening her mouth. Jericha then sees, that Lord Salkeen is in danger, and goes to create a portal that will bring him to where she is.
With a evil grin that rivaled any other Reavrix commanded his flesh golem to sweep its arm across the battlefield! Like a crashing avalanche the arm swept sideways obliterating the citadel beneath it and the spot where the group would have been!
Ahcirej had been trying in vain, to get Lord Salkeen’s attention, Notice me Dammit, I Am HERE! Still nothing she did got through to him, she wasn’t really there, was she. She looks up just in time to see the massive arm sweeping towards her. Tearing up the earth and sending large chunks of it flying, everywhere. She goes to blink out of the way, but isn’t fast enough. She braces herself for the inevitable, but it just harmlessly passes passes through her. The arm, the chunks of torn up earth, move through her like she doesn’t exist. Then she remembers that she doesn’t. She floats up above the battlefield and watches the destruction. She sighs they are gravely outmatched, she wants to help. how? How could she help, when she doesn’t exist in the same realm as them. It’s so quiet, even her thought are silent.
She grows tired and begins to float around aimlessly, until she feels something tug at her mind. At first she ignores it, she is growing tired, fading to nothing seems a better idea with each passing moment. The pulling becomes stronger, nearly jerking her out of the sky. She is being called, summoned away from the battle below her, to a area in the distance. She moves towards it, letting the invisible hand pull her along, a few moments later she comes to a stop. She looks around confused, there is no one there, there is nothing there. Just the ruins of a once great empire. Ahcirej turn to head back, when she hears it. So faint she might have missed it, she strains to hear it. That faint sound was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Soon it is joined by others, more and more voices join the others. Soon the silence is filled with a cacophony of voices. They are jumbles and make no sense, she finds herself covering her ears. Pointless she doesn’t actually have ears to cover, the longer she listen the louder they get. Trillions of voices speaking all at once, but nothing is there.
Ahcirej hits the ground and curls up into the fetal position. It hurts, her head feels like it is swelling, the pressure becoming unbearable. It continues to swell, the pressure growing worse with each second, there’s an explosion, it feels like her brain, just ripped through her skull. She collapsed unconscious to the ground, she is out mere seconds. Still to her it seems like millions of life times had passed, the voices are still there. Yet now they seem different, their not so loud, she pushes herself onto her hands, and knees. Where are you, what do you want, why are you here. she gets no answers to her questions, it is then that the truth dawns on her. These voices are echoes, echoes of thoughts, memories, dreams, nightmares, remnants of fears of hopes. All those things that exist but are forgotten, in this world of hers all of these existed. Images appear in Ahcirej’s mind, now she understands, she is not weak, and she would join the battle in the distance soon.
Standing amid the ruins of a once great Eredar nation, she starts to weave a different type of magic. After a few moments standing before her is a strong Eredar male, heavily armored and ready for war. A moment later a female stands beside him. Her chain linked armor glistening, her bow flung over her shoulder. As Ahcirej continues to chant more and more Eredar appear, within minutes she is looking at an army of a few thousand strong. Not only are there thousands of combatants, but there’s siege weapons, mounts, even a few dragons. Still for now they remain motionless, devoid of life. Ahcirej grins she knows what to do, she sweeps her arm out before her in an arch, Holy Light, and flames cover the area, engulfing everything before her. When they die down her ghostly army is alive, filled with holy light, and flames. She looks out across the open expanse at what she has created. Warriors, spellcasters, archers, mounted infantry, hippogryph riders. Catapults, Demolishers, glaive throwers, cannons. She smiles it is time
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Ahcirej had been trying in vain, to get Lord Salkeen’s attention, Notice me Dammit, I Am HERE! Still nothing she did got through to him, she wasn’t really there, was she. She looks up just in time to see the massive arm sweeping towards her. Tearing up the earth and sending large chunks of it flying, everywhere. She goes to blink out of the way, but isn’t fast enough. She braces herself for the inevitable, but it just harmlessly passes passes through her. The arm, the chunks of torn up earth, move through her like she doesn’t exist. Then she remembers that she doesn’t. She floats up above the battlefield and watches the destruction. She sighs they are gravely outmatched, she wants to help. how? How could she help, when she doesn’t exist in the same realm as them. It’s so quiet, even her thought are silent.
She grows tired and begins to float around aimlessly, until she feels something tug at her mind. At first she ignores it, she is growing tired, fading to nothing seems a better idea with each passing moment. The pulling becomes stronger, nearly jerking her out of the sky. She is being called, summoned away from the battle below her, to a area in the distance. She moves towards it, letting the invisible hand pull her along, a few moments later she comes to a stop. She looks around confused, there is no one there, there is nothing there. Just the ruins of a once great empire. Ahcirej turn to head back, when she hears it. So faint she might have missed it, she strains to hear it. That faint sound was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Soon it is joined by others, more and more voices join the others. Soon the silence is filled with a cacophony of voices. They are jumbles and make no sense, she finds herself covering her ears. Pointless she doesn’t actually have ears to cover, the longer she listen the louder they get. Trillions of voices speaking all at once, but nothing is there.
Ahcirej hits the ground and curls up into the fetal position. It hurts, her head feels like it is swelling, the pressure becoming unbearable. It continues to swell, the pressure growing worse with each second, there’s an explosion, it feels like her brain, just ripped through her skull. She collapsed unconscious to the ground, she is out mere seconds. Still to her it seems like millions of life times had passed, the voices are still there. Yet now they seem different, their not so loud, she pushes herself onto her hands, and knees. Where are you, what do you want, why are you here. she gets no answers to her questions, it is then that the truth dawns on her. These voices are echoes, echoes of thoughts, memories, dreams, nightmares, remnants of fears of hopes. All those things that exist but are forgotten, in this world of hers all of these existed. Images appear in Ahcirej’s mind, now she understands, she is not weak, and she would join the battle in the distance soon.
Standing amid the ruins of a once great Eredar nation, she starts to weave a different type of magic. After a few moments standing before her is a strong Eredar male, heavily armored and ready for war. A moment later a female stands beside him. Her chain linked armor glistening, her bow flung over her shoulder. As Ahcirej continues to chant more and more Eredar appear, within minutes she is looking at an army of a few thousand strong. Not only are there thousands of combatants, but there’s siege weapons, mounts, even a few dragons. Still for now they remain motionless, devoid of life. Ahcirej grins she knows what to do, she sweeps her arm out before her in an arch, Holy Light, and flames cover the area, engulfing everything before her. When they die down her ghostly army is alive, filled with holy light, and flames. She looks out across the open expanse at what she has created. Warriors, spellcasters, archers, mounted infantry, hippogryph riders. Catapults, Demolishers, glaive throwers, cannons. She smiles it is time
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Ahcirej climbs onto one of the dragons, the General’s of her army mount the others. Soon they are moving across the ground, making not a sound, but soon that would change. Ahcirej know what she has to do, power she has never felt before courses through her. She cannot be bound to anything, yet she can bind echoes together to create a form of existence. Still she needed to bring this existence from this reality into the one Jericha, and Salkeen lived in. As the army moves she flies ahead of it, turning back. She realizes from a distance, it resembles a wave of holy fire spreading across the ground. She pulls the dragon up a staff appearing in her hand. The sun stone at the top glows brightly for a moment. Then before her a mile long rift tears open connecting two worlds. The army moves through it, as they do ghostly bodies become corporeal holy fire flows through their bodies like blood. It looks like the sun appearing upon the horizon. The very ground trembles beneath the the hooves and feet of the approaching army. Voices can be heard, chanting an long forgotten battle song.
In a few minutes they would have their siege weapon within firing distance. Ahcirej knows that this army is temporary, but for now they exist. She flies ahead, to join The others, the General’s know what to do. She herself will join her twin and her Lord on the battlefield. She looks towards the sky, she is a being of holy light and fire, riding upon a dragon made of the same. She knows that the army marching across the ground, can be seen from the sky. Soon she would join the battle, but like the army she created, her stay in this reality was limited. She sees the massive flesh construct first, it was impossible to miss. She goes to scream but nothing comes out, she smiles of course. So instead she sends images into the minds of her companions. Images of the coming army, and of herself joining them soon.
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In a few minutes they would have their siege weapon within firing distance. Ahcirej knows that this army is temporary, but for now they exist. She flies ahead, to join The others, the General’s know what to do. She herself will join her twin and her Lord on the battlefield. She looks towards the sky, she is a being of holy light and fire, riding upon a dragon made of the same. She knows that the army marching across the ground, can be seen from the sky. Soon she would join the battle, but like the army she created, her stay in this reality was limited. She sees the massive flesh construct first, it was impossible to miss. She goes to scream but nothing comes out, she smiles of course. So instead she sends images into the minds of her companions. Images of the coming army, and of herself joining them soon.
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“Don’t bother going it will be a complete waste of your time and effort. She will never let you scan her mind, this I am sure of. If you even approached her with that head piece, she would blast it into microscopic bits, and try and do the same to you.”
Smuggs looked visibly agitated, internally he was at war with himself! The most likely outcome to success of a identical Ahcirej clone was by scanning Jericha’s brain, however that outcome of success was very low if Smuggs or his creations were destroyed... But, how would he create a acceptable clone of Ahcirej without the scans of Jericha? Smuggs struggles for a good second before coming up with a compromising option... A previous scan of a blood elf brain would work as a template, while computed algorithms and theorized projection of the brain before scrambling would help make the clone as close as scientifically possible! Still she would be far from ever a perfect clone, each neuron connection out of place would alter her attitude and behavior vastly!
Smuggs resigned he would listen to the advice of the nature like being. “Thank you madam! I shall return then to my lab to try and get this clone as close as possible!” Smuggs said before quickly hurrying back towards his lab...
Wandering down the now more familiar corridors Smuggs returned to his lab to see the single embryo had turned into a respectable clump of cells! “Marvelous progress!” Smuggs cheered as he went over to examine the growing clone. Smuggs saw no arms or limbs yet but the tiny thing did have the beginnings of what would become her eyes. Smuggs nodded, the progress was running smoothly for now! Smuggs immediately turned towards a mess of machinery and wires, the gnomish computer system that would try its best to create a close replica of Ahcirej’s brain neuron paths. Smuggs connected the metal helmet to the machine and began his work of untangling the mess of data!
After what felt like forever Smuggs examined the projected recreation of the cloned Ahcirej’s brain. This was as close as he was gonna get without a actual scan of her brain, Smuggs was sure it wouldn’t be perfect, but it was his best effort. Glancing back at the growing clone, she already had begun to become more animal shaped as opposed to a climb of changing cells. Smuggs began the process of influencing the brain neuron paths to become like that of the projection... It was tedious work but Smuggs was a gnome of perfection! It was a bit of time before Smuggs looked up from his work and wiped his brow... The small clone had now fully grown a little heart, Smuggs nodded even though the process was cold and scientific, it was little moments like this that still made the process closer to the heart... Smuggs knew however fully cloning Ahcirej would take much longer.
Smuggs looked visibly agitated, internally he was at war with himself! The most likely outcome to success of a identical Ahcirej clone was by scanning Jericha’s brain, however that outcome of success was very low if Smuggs or his creations were destroyed... But, how would he create a acceptable clone of Ahcirej without the scans of Jericha? Smuggs struggles for a good second before coming up with a compromising option... A previous scan of a blood elf brain would work as a template, while computed algorithms and theorized projection of the brain before scrambling would help make the clone as close as scientifically possible! Still she would be far from ever a perfect clone, each neuron connection out of place would alter her attitude and behavior vastly!
Smuggs resigned he would listen to the advice of the nature like being. “Thank you madam! I shall return then to my lab to try and get this clone as close as possible!” Smuggs said before quickly hurrying back towards his lab...
Wandering down the now more familiar corridors Smuggs returned to his lab to see the single embryo had turned into a respectable clump of cells! “Marvelous progress!” Smuggs cheered as he went over to examine the growing clone. Smuggs saw no arms or limbs yet but the tiny thing did have the beginnings of what would become her eyes. Smuggs nodded, the progress was running smoothly for now! Smuggs immediately turned towards a mess of machinery and wires, the gnomish computer system that would try its best to create a close replica of Ahcirej’s brain neuron paths. Smuggs connected the metal helmet to the machine and began his work of untangling the mess of data!
After what felt like forever Smuggs examined the projected recreation of the cloned Ahcirej’s brain. This was as close as he was gonna get without a actual scan of her brain, Smuggs was sure it wouldn’t be perfect, but it was his best effort. Glancing back at the growing clone, she already had begun to become more animal shaped as opposed to a climb of changing cells. Smuggs began the process of influencing the brain neuron paths to become like that of the projection... It was tedious work but Smuggs was a gnome of perfection! It was a bit of time before Smuggs looked up from his work and wiped his brow... The small clone had now fully grown a little heart, Smuggs nodded even though the process was cold and scientific, it was little moments like this that still made the process closer to the heart... Smuggs knew however fully cloning Ahcirej would take much longer.
“Because of the Dagger that was used on her, Ahcirej will never have soul of her own, and can never be bound to anyone or anything. If she does still exist in any form, she will always be unbound.” Yumara slowly rises to her feet, her fingers still brushing against Masters robes. “Izzabelle was never suppose to be given to Salkeen. In my rush to protect Jericha, from what I was about to do, I forgot to unbind Izzabelle from her. Izzabelle possesses some sort of unique ability that I myself don’t quite understand.
Isaik nodded slowly, but felt perhaps there was a way to retrieve the original Ahcirej, he had seen many futures where she returned in some way or form... “If we release Izzabelle from Salkeen’s immediate control, she can be the one who prevents his death... That however means she must be bound to me or you... Which doesn’t matter, I will let her stay by Jericha if she so wishes. By letting her be by Salkeen and Jericha without being under them allows her to better fend off the warlock anyway...” Isaik stated, he had seen a battle where Salkeen would be either forced to flee or the others would be forced to protect him... Maybe even at cost of their own lives... But with Izzabelle not under a obligation to protect her lord, she could go full force against the warlock.
“I’m hoping that she will either except them, or ignore them. If she chooses to hate them, it will most like escalate her hate and fear of you.”
Isaik didn’t respond he knew full well since the Soul Thief had affected Jericha’s mind she had a unnaturally high fear of him...
“Master, perhaps Salkeen can Keep Jericha from fleeing long enough, for the two of you to talk. When I first arrived on the Ered’kiel she respected you, and had a decent amount of fear. Which was to be expected, given your strength, and power. Now she has this almost unnatural, unhealthy, terror, and hatred of you. I think whatever it is, it has actually been building up for a while, and the book was her snapping point.”
“Perhaps, but I am unsure there is anything I could say that will ease her fears, I never mean to enslave, harm or separate her from her lord... I merely need someone of her talent to help me summon a full void lord, though as the time ways are fluctuate, when could be years from now to decades... By performing this act, I would ensure she survives if it guarantees cooperation...” Isaik stated, he meant never to kill Jericha, even after the ritual, she would surrounded by loyal void using minions who would gladly die to ensure she lived...
“Master and Salkeen are trying to find a way to give Jericha a safe place. It might be better to remove Jericha’s need, for a safe place away from Master.”
Isaik nodded he understood where Yumara’s thought were coming from... “She never did need a safe place from me, I will not harm my chance to fulfill my plans, that includes not harming Jericha herself... But sometimes a animal needs to know they have a safe place in case they feel they need it.” Isaik stated, he thought of a dog that heard thunder in the sky, it would have a place to hide even though the thunder would likely never strike near the animal.
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Isaik nodded slowly, but felt perhaps there was a way to retrieve the original Ahcirej, he had seen many futures where she returned in some way or form... “If we release Izzabelle from Salkeen’s immediate control, she can be the one who prevents his death... That however means she must be bound to me or you... Which doesn’t matter, I will let her stay by Jericha if she so wishes. By letting her be by Salkeen and Jericha without being under them allows her to better fend off the warlock anyway...” Isaik stated, he had seen a battle where Salkeen would be either forced to flee or the others would be forced to protect him... Maybe even at cost of their own lives... But with Izzabelle not under a obligation to protect her lord, she could go full force against the warlock.
“I’m hoping that she will either except them, or ignore them. If she chooses to hate them, it will most like escalate her hate and fear of you.”
Isaik didn’t respond he knew full well since the Soul Thief had affected Jericha’s mind she had a unnaturally high fear of him...
“Master, perhaps Salkeen can Keep Jericha from fleeing long enough, for the two of you to talk. When I first arrived on the Ered’kiel she respected you, and had a decent amount of fear. Which was to be expected, given your strength, and power. Now she has this almost unnatural, unhealthy, terror, and hatred of you. I think whatever it is, it has actually been building up for a while, and the book was her snapping point.”
“Perhaps, but I am unsure there is anything I could say that will ease her fears, I never mean to enslave, harm or separate her from her lord... I merely need someone of her talent to help me summon a full void lord, though as the time ways are fluctuate, when could be years from now to decades... By performing this act, I would ensure she survives if it guarantees cooperation...” Isaik stated, he meant never to kill Jericha, even after the ritual, she would surrounded by loyal void using minions who would gladly die to ensure she lived...
“Master and Salkeen are trying to find a way to give Jericha a safe place. It might be better to remove Jericha’s need, for a safe place away from Master.”
Isaik nodded he understood where Yumara’s thought were coming from... “She never did need a safe place from me, I will not harm my chance to fulfill my plans, that includes not harming Jericha herself... But sometimes a animal needs to know they have a safe place in case they feel they need it.” Isaik stated, he thought of a dog that heard thunder in the sky, it would have a place to hide even though the thunder would likely never strike near the animal.
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The Soul Thief, isn’t interested in Ahcirej, she will never be what he needs, she in 100% incapable of ever being able to use void magic.” She pauses for a moment...as she thinks, “still he might try and do something, even if she is no use to his goals. He could try and use her to get Jericha, however she has no soul for him to try and steal.” Her eyes light up when she hears what Master says next.
“I see many futures, I try to plan for all of them... whether he attacks or not, it is better to be prepared for it...” Isaik stated, he would not allow a future where Ahcirej completely died and faced oblivion...
Her grip on his robes tighten, her heartbeat quickens, but not from anxiety, from excitement. “I’ve seen many things, but never the creation of a homunculus.”
“Humanoids creates by magic, others find them rather lacking... I see potential, the potential to create a army of extraordinary beings, beings that would rival demons in effectiveness... Imagine capturing full blown champions and heroes and creating a homunculi army of the best this world has to offer...” Isaik grinned, he had slowly been creating a army of homunculi in his own lair... A army unlike any other, that would make his rule and plans a success...
“Retrieving her soul will be impossible, she doesn’t have one, the dagger cuts your very existence free of everything, it unbinds you not only from everyone, and everything, but also every aspect of yourself. The Dagger was created, to more, or less completely destroy all connections, leaving you unable to ever return in any way, shape or form.”
Isaik nodded and gave a small clever smirk, “It is true Ahcirej does not have a soul... But, if the clone is successful it will have a soul, that in some ways is Ahcirej’s yet not... The moment I learned of your dagger it reminded me of another person who experienced a fate very similar. Have you ever heard of the once human king Varian? Targeted by the black dragon flight, magic was used to separate him into to men... Later, a different magic was used to bring the two together again...” Isaik stated, he probably needed not state more, it was likely Yumara would figure out his plan to make a stronger Ahcirej, yet he had conceded, she could remain with Salkeen as long as Izzabelle became the weapon against the warlock destined to bring Salkeen down.
Isaik waved his hand to conjure a void rift to his lair, the place he created homunculi when he froze... Glancing out of the windows he saw it... “Finally he brings his weapon to bear...” Isaik nearly whispered... “Do you see it, my true reason for being here... That construct is made from mere scratches and scraps of a world soul...” Isaik explained staring at the flesh Titan... “My spies in the Legion informed me, that this demon lord had found the planet that Sargeras shattered long ago... This pitiful sniveling creature has been mining Titan flesh and blood, then inflicting it with the curse of flesh... Hoping to create a full Titan he would control...” Isaik hissed, it almost sounded like he was excited... “But now this knowledge will be ours... We need not bring unnecessary attention to ourselves by taking Azeroth’s blood... We will have the blood of a forgotten Titan...” Isaik grinned wickedly, he had heard of the many things Azerite was capable of, and now he had his own Titan blood to use in its place...
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“I see many futures, I try to plan for all of them... whether he attacks or not, it is better to be prepared for it...” Isaik stated, he would not allow a future where Ahcirej completely died and faced oblivion...
Her grip on his robes tighten, her heartbeat quickens, but not from anxiety, from excitement. “I’ve seen many things, but never the creation of a homunculus.”
“Humanoids creates by magic, others find them rather lacking... I see potential, the potential to create a army of extraordinary beings, beings that would rival demons in effectiveness... Imagine capturing full blown champions and heroes and creating a homunculi army of the best this world has to offer...” Isaik grinned, he had slowly been creating a army of homunculi in his own lair... A army unlike any other, that would make his rule and plans a success...
“Retrieving her soul will be impossible, she doesn’t have one, the dagger cuts your very existence free of everything, it unbinds you not only from everyone, and everything, but also every aspect of yourself. The Dagger was created, to more, or less completely destroy all connections, leaving you unable to ever return in any way, shape or form.”
Isaik nodded and gave a small clever smirk, “It is true Ahcirej does not have a soul... But, if the clone is successful it will have a soul, that in some ways is Ahcirej’s yet not... The moment I learned of your dagger it reminded me of another person who experienced a fate very similar. Have you ever heard of the once human king Varian? Targeted by the black dragon flight, magic was used to separate him into to men... Later, a different magic was used to bring the two together again...” Isaik stated, he probably needed not state more, it was likely Yumara would figure out his plan to make a stronger Ahcirej, yet he had conceded, she could remain with Salkeen as long as Izzabelle became the weapon against the warlock destined to bring Salkeen down.
Isaik waved his hand to conjure a void rift to his lair, the place he created homunculi when he froze... Glancing out of the windows he saw it... “Finally he brings his weapon to bear...” Isaik nearly whispered... “Do you see it, my true reason for being here... That construct is made from mere scratches and scraps of a world soul...” Isaik explained staring at the flesh Titan... “My spies in the Legion informed me, that this demon lord had found the planet that Sargeras shattered long ago... This pitiful sniveling creature has been mining Titan flesh and blood, then inflicting it with the curse of flesh... Hoping to create a full Titan he would control...” Isaik hissed, it almost sounded like he was excited... “But now this knowledge will be ours... We need not bring unnecessary attention to ourselves by taking Azeroth’s blood... We will have the blood of a forgotten Titan...” Isaik grinned wickedly, he had heard of the many things Azerite was capable of, and now he had his own Titan blood to use in its place...
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Isaik nodded slowly, but felt perhaps there was a way to retrieve the original Ahcirej, he had seen many futures where she returned in some way or form... “If we release Izzabelle from Salkeen’s immediate control, she can be the one who prevents his death... That however means she must be bound to me or you... Which doesn’t matter, I will let her stay by Jericha if she so wishes.
Yumara steps back slightly, so that she can see Master better as she speaks. Now that Master had calmed her down, she was no longer in fear of him sending her away, or breaking the bond of Master and servant, that he shared with her. Still she listens to Masters words before speaking. “ Izzabelle would need to be bound to Master. There was a reason I didn’t bind her to me, when she begged for it all those years ago.” She pauses for a moment before continuing, “Ahcirej exists because of me, when Jericha’s soul was destroyed, and her true body locked away. All that remained was her mind, I blamed myself for what had happened, The Soul Thief in an attempt not to lose her, forced her mind into one of her previously destroyed bodies. I tied her mind to my soul before Ebony could forcefully tie her to his.”
Yumara reaches out and lightly grasps Masters robe. “Jericha mind was a cluster of insanity, it completely threw my balance off. My soul in order to keep that balance, ripped Jericha’s mind in half. One part became the Jericha that exists now, the other part became Ahcirej. However the two half constantly battled for control, so the Soul was split and they both ended up in separate bodies. There’s more to the story Master but that is for another time. Izzabelle’s mind is pure chaos most of the time. In order for me to keep balanced, like Jericha her mind would be ripped in two. I’m not sure if she would survive it. If she did we would have two versions of Izzabelle. Both of them containing different traits from the original, yet neither of the like the original.”
She pauses then a small smile forms on her lips “That and Salkeen, hates me enough as it is. I just took Ahcirej from him, I don’t think it would endear me to him, if I were to take Izzabelle as well.”
“Perhaps, but I am unsure there is anything I could say that will ease her fears, I never mean to enslave, harm or separate her from her lord... I merely need someone of her talent to help me summon a full void lord, though as the time ways are fluctuate, when could be years from now to decades... By performing this act, I would ensure she survives if it guarantees cooperation...” Isaik stated,
“Master is right, I myself haven’t seen Jericha this afraid of anyone or anything, since the Soul Thief. Sadly she seems to have developed an extreme hatred towards Varicar as well. Which isn’t for the best, because she could refuse his healing at a critical time. Still I do know that it was something Salkeen said that set the ball in motion so to speak.” She looks at a Masters face but doesn’t look him in the eye. To look him in the eyes would make them equal, and she needed to belong to Master.
“Humanoids creates by magic, others find them rather lacking... I see potential, the potential to create a army of extraordinary beings, beings that would rival demons in effectiveness... Imagine capturing full blown champions and heroes and creating a homunculi army of the best this world has to offer...” Isaik grinned,
Yumara smiles at the mention of her own children that exist now and the many that are to come. Master was deserving of only the strongest and most powerful of armies. Ones that demons, and powerful heroes would cower before. “Masters homunculi army would march across Azeroth, destroying all that stood against them.“ She smiles at the very thought of Master being a God that ruled not just Azeroth, but many many worlds.
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Yumara steps back slightly, so that she can see Master better as she speaks. Now that Master had calmed her down, she was no longer in fear of him sending her away, or breaking the bond of Master and servant, that he shared with her. Still she listens to Masters words before speaking. “ Izzabelle would need to be bound to Master. There was a reason I didn’t bind her to me, when she begged for it all those years ago.” She pauses for a moment before continuing, “Ahcirej exists because of me, when Jericha’s soul was destroyed, and her true body locked away. All that remained was her mind, I blamed myself for what had happened, The Soul Thief in an attempt not to lose her, forced her mind into one of her previously destroyed bodies. I tied her mind to my soul before Ebony could forcefully tie her to his.”
Yumara reaches out and lightly grasps Masters robe. “Jericha mind was a cluster of insanity, it completely threw my balance off. My soul in order to keep that balance, ripped Jericha’s mind in half. One part became the Jericha that exists now, the other part became Ahcirej. However the two half constantly battled for control, so the Soul was split and they both ended up in separate bodies. There’s more to the story Master but that is for another time. Izzabelle’s mind is pure chaos most of the time. In order for me to keep balanced, like Jericha her mind would be ripped in two. I’m not sure if she would survive it. If she did we would have two versions of Izzabelle. Both of them containing different traits from the original, yet neither of the like the original.”
She pauses then a small smile forms on her lips “That and Salkeen, hates me enough as it is. I just took Ahcirej from him, I don’t think it would endear me to him, if I were to take Izzabelle as well.”
“Perhaps, but I am unsure there is anything I could say that will ease her fears, I never mean to enslave, harm or separate her from her lord... I merely need someone of her talent to help me summon a full void lord, though as the time ways are fluctuate, when could be years from now to decades... By performing this act, I would ensure she survives if it guarantees cooperation...” Isaik stated,
“Master is right, I myself haven’t seen Jericha this afraid of anyone or anything, since the Soul Thief. Sadly she seems to have developed an extreme hatred towards Varicar as well. Which isn’t for the best, because she could refuse his healing at a critical time. Still I do know that it was something Salkeen said that set the ball in motion so to speak.” She looks at a Masters face but doesn’t look him in the eye. To look him in the eyes would make them equal, and she needed to belong to Master.
“Humanoids creates by magic, others find them rather lacking... I see potential, the potential to create a army of extraordinary beings, beings that would rival demons in effectiveness... Imagine capturing full blown champions and heroes and creating a homunculi army of the best this world has to offer...” Isaik grinned,
Yumara smiles at the mention of her own children that exist now and the many that are to come. Master was deserving of only the strongest and most powerful of armies. Ones that demons, and powerful heroes would cower before. “Masters homunculi army would march across Azeroth, destroying all that stood against them.“ She smiles at the very thought of Master being a God that ruled not just Azeroth, but many many worlds.
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Isaik waved his hand to conjure a void rift to his lair, the place he created homunculi when he froze... Glancing out of the windows he saw it... “Finally he brings his weapon to bear...” Isaik nearly whispered... “Do you see it, my true reason for being here... That construct is made from mere scratches and scraps of a world soul...” Isaik explained staring at the flesh Titan... “My spies in the Legion informed me, that this demon lord had found the planet that Sargeras shattered long ago... This pitiful sniveling creature has been mining Titan flesh and blood, then inflicting it with the curse of flesh... Hoping to create a full Titan he would control...” Isaik hissed, it almost sounded like he was excited... “But now this knowledge will be ours... We need not bring unnecessary attention to ourselves by taking Azeroth’s blood... We will have the blood of a forgotten Titan...”
Yumara watches in awe, at the sheer destruction the flesh Titan makes of the battlefield. She knows all about the power of Titan blood, and having the knowledge would nearly ensure Masters plan would become an reality. Yumara also knew that Neither Jericha or Ahcirej would except the Titans blood. Izzabelle on the other hand would be the first in line. Then again Yumara isn’t sure if Master planned on trying to strengthen Ahcirej using the blood and flesh of a Titan. “Master is very wise!”
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Yumara watches in awe, at the sheer destruction the flesh Titan makes of the battlefield. She knows all about the power of Titan blood, and having the knowledge would nearly ensure Masters plan would become an reality. Yumara also knew that Neither Jericha or Ahcirej would except the Titans blood. Izzabelle on the other hand would be the first in line. Then again Yumara isn’t sure if Master planned on trying to strengthen Ahcirej using the blood and flesh of a Titan. “Master is very wise!”
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Maleok had been busy hacking into the flesh Titan when Izzabelle dropped by him... She saw the blood, perhaps yet she didn’t understand truly what it was but she had a plan to take on the Titan. Maleok had been watching with growing anxiety as the flesh Titan showed it’s overwhelming power lifting a mass of land unequal to any mountain, and prepared to bring it down upon Salkeen...
“You’re not going to want to be here in a moment. It isn’t a threat, it’s more a warning that he might want to move.
The comment snapped Maleok from his thoughts, “Ju be right mon!” The large Drakkari said, he however was still nowhere near any size to compare to the flesh Titan. Maleok thinking quick extended his arms, thick red blood shot from his hand and hardened into iron chains! It didn’t take much for the Drakkari to swing away from the site that would soon be quite under fire! Maleok landed with a tumble before coming up and with all his might directed his magic at the Titan!
Maleok waited for just the right moment to force as much blood to the surface of the wound as possible! When the opposing fel and void met the resulting explosion sent Maleok backwards hard into the dirt, shattering multiple bones as he crashed...
When Maleok looked up from his broken position, his wounds fast healing... He was in a fog of debris, he could not tell what happened to the flesh Titan yet!
“You’re not going to want to be here in a moment. It isn’t a threat, it’s more a warning that he might want to move.
The comment snapped Maleok from his thoughts, “Ju be right mon!” The large Drakkari said, he however was still nowhere near any size to compare to the flesh Titan. Maleok thinking quick extended his arms, thick red blood shot from his hand and hardened into iron chains! It didn’t take much for the Drakkari to swing away from the site that would soon be quite under fire! Maleok landed with a tumble before coming up and with all his might directed his magic at the Titan!
Maleok waited for just the right moment to force as much blood to the surface of the wound as possible! When the opposing fel and void met the resulting explosion sent Maleok backwards hard into the dirt, shattering multiple bones as he crashed...
When Maleok looked up from his broken position, his wounds fast healing... He was in a fog of debris, he could not tell what happened to the flesh Titan yet!