Temporus Simia Negotium (IC Closed)

Isaik himself could feel it a world devoid of his own vast influences, though he now existed he felt nothing but Yumara, and Izzabelle and the faint traces of his lost tomes… The Master flexed his power sensing all the pitiful human beings around in the city… Even now he felt their fear, their worry, their prejudices against the young Izzabelle… Such thinking would result in one of the darkest iterations of Izzabelle born, but then again such a arrogant and niave race like humans hardly thought of such thing especially when they were the accidental creators.

Isaik nodded slowly, this wasn’t going to be pleasant for their Izzabelle… The dark creature directed a dark clawed finger at the center of the unconscious Izzabelle’s stomach… The Master titled his head with a sharp snap before sufficing the dark energy into her body… The last meals of Izzabelle, melted down into a vile green slime like bile that sat uncomfortably in her stomach… When the young Izzabelle awoke her stomach would refuse to hold such contents resulting in expulsion… It was so hard to find good food when one lived so raggedy… With her most recent meals unable to be held down, she would need to search for more…

Isaik turned towards Orion and Yumara his task with Izzabelle complete but his task with them far from over… Extending his great power the master exuded the very shadows themselves over himself and his two minions… A torrent of shade like magic whirled around them before dissipating into barely noticeable sparks of shadow magic… “We move unseen…” Isaik hissed, they would be forever just a unnoticed shadow, moving as they pleased, manipulating who they desired… Isaik didn’t doubt his minions abilities to blend in, this would just amplify such talents…

Isaik finally turned south he could sense them, the cult was coming… On crashing waves, the vessel would arrive in the dawn’s light, The Crimson Quell would arrive to follow the hand of fate! Isaik crosses his arms satisfied, now had began the writing of the past, the trek through time…

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Izzabelle wakes with her start as her stomach turns violently. Twisting, and kicking violently, she wrestles her way up out of the tangled blankets. Barely makes it to an abandoned corner, before becoming violently ill. The visceral green fluid bursts from her mouth, like water from a busted damn. It splatters across the floor in large amounts, as her stomach is purged of the disgusting fluid. The back of her throat, and nasal passages burn, her stomach still clenches forcing up what little remains. Holding her aching abdomen, Izzabelle rolls to her side letting out a pained moan. “Damn those freaking wretches, they probably poisoned the food they tossed out.” Izzabelle grumbles to herself.

After a moment of lying there, she rolls onto her hands and knees, crawling back towards the pile of blankets. Near the Blankets was a small sack, reaching into it she pulls out what meager food that she has. With great despair she destroys it all, “If it’s poisoned I will need to find something new.” She says to herself as her stomach starts to ache once more just looking at it. She would also need to find a way of getting some medicine to help with the poisoning if that was the case. or at least something to calm her stomach, if it was just rotting food. One of the few vagrants that she would sometimes work with, died do to complications brought on by eating rotten food. She recalls angrily how the guards just tossed his body onto the trash heap to be forgotten and burned with the rest of the garbage, that filled the darkened alleys of Stromgarde.

It takes Izzabelle a bit longer then usual to get ready, the bad food from the previous night, leaving her a little weak and disoriented. Yet she was well aware if she waited to long the sun would be to high. The best time to sneak about would be in the early dawn, while the place was just waking up. She would need to try and snatch a coin purse from one of the fat, lazy pig brained guards. It shouldn’t be that hard of a task, if she got enough, she’d be able to purchase herself some medicine and a warm meal. Those thoughts help her get through getting dressed. Grabbing a small canteen she pours what little water she has remaining into her mouth. She then drops it to the floor, near a few empty bottles of cheap alcohol, that tasted like pig swill. “Another reason to get out there, they’re just piling up huh Izzabelle?” With that she makes her way to the exit. She crawls and wiggles her way through a little over twelve feet of compacted tight space. Pulling an old grate aside she climbs out and drops down into the old sewers system in the abandoned part of the city.

She makes her way through the labyrinth of tunnels her, to one of the ladders that will bring her up to the surface. Climbing it she listens to be certain no one is near before pushing the heavy iron cover out of the way, then slips onto the streets. It was a bit later than she would have liked, the pain in her stomach had made getting ready take longer then usual. She would need to be a bit faster today than normal. She moves through the alleys like shadow, weaving in, out, and around homeless vagabonds, thieves much like herself, and the large piles of trash. A few nod as she moves pass them. There were unspoken laws in the back alleys, the biggest being you never took from your own. You could share but you never stole from a fellow thief. The sky is starting to grow lighter as Izzabelle makes her way from the slums to the more habitable parts of the kingdom. This is where she did most of her stealing, the lower-class lived here. Most of them barely scraping by themselves, but they usually had enough so they wouldn’t miss the occasional loaf of bread of hunk of cheese going missing. This however wasn’t her destination this morning. She now takes more care as she moves, there’s not as many places for her to hide now.

After what takes much longer then it should, Izzabelle, makes her way out of an alley between two large buildings. Appearing in the trade district, she quickly conceals herself. Some of the Merchants were already setting up their stalls. The smell of fresh fruits, baked goods, and spices fill the air. Clothing of the highest quality silks are being placed on display. Things she would never have the money to afford, yet she would often dream about such things. Back when she was young and still naive, before she finally excepted her lot in life. As Izzabelle scans the stalls she sees him, the perfect victim. The disgustingly large blob of a guard, was in the midst of cramming two donuts into his mouth. Bits of them were crumbling and rolling down his many chins, before spilling onto the ground. Izzabelle feels a tiny bit of sorrow for the young woman that ran the stall, that the slob was hitting on. As he continuous to fail at impressing the young lady, Izzabelle slowly stealth’s up behind him. Letting out a loud belch he reaches for his coin purse, just as she cuts the strings. The tips of his gross sticky fingers, brush the back of her hand, as they do she turns and runs. The Blob lets out a bellow "THIEF!!" and bounds after her. For someone with more rolls than a bakery he could move pretty fast. Still not fast enough though, dodging through alleys, slipping through open gates and climbing a few walls she’s finally able to lose him.

Izzabelle stays in her hiding place her heart racing as she tries to catch her breath. it isn’t until a few minutes later that she realizes her folly. In her escape from the guard she had run in the wrong direction, the hunger pangs having missed with her senses, then sun was now lighting up the land as it rose higher into the sky. She would need to either remain hidden until nightfall, or risk trying to sneak back.

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Corttez peered out at the still dark waters ahead, one of his crew only recently waking the captain up for a switch… Only a few skilled crew on board could guide the vessel through the Thandol Span, a areas between the dwarven kingdoms in the south and the mostly human in the north… The vessel, The Crimson Quell, moved silently between the jagged rocks on either side of the stretch of water… “You there!” Corttez called to one of the nameless cabin boys aboard, “Hoist up the Kultiran colors! We be heading to waters unfriendly to pirates…” Corttez barked, the massive giant of a man despised the Kultiran flag, standing for that admiralty that had abandoned him and his crew so long ago, but only a fool entered a harbor with a pirate flag flying high… The cabin boy stuttered before doing as he was told scrambling up the rigging and carefully pulling down the flag of the Crimson Quell, the image of cackling hyenas eating bones in red against a black background… and hoisted the Kultiran green colors… Corttez absentmindedly pulled his red beard, they were nearly to Faldir’s cove, the makeshift harbor of the Stormgarde people…

The sun began to climb higher in the sky at Corttez’d back, the cove entrance hanging over head, massive rocky pillars of earth marking the entrance to the makeshift harbor… Corttez heard the laughing of one of his many pets, blood furred hyenas, the very beasts that gave the vessel its haunting name… “All hands on deck! We are here!” Corttez called, a loud deep roar of a command meant for all save those of the night watch… “I want this boat ready to dock now or someone is getting keel hauled!!” Corttez roared, his hyenas followed in suit amping up their laughing, heckling and snarling… Any worthless crew members still in bed that didn’t belong there were likely to get a nasty nip from the hungering hyenas…

Corttez glared at one of the less useless members of his crew, a one time cabin boy showing a bit of promise. “You! Hold the helm until Nihsa relieves you of duty…” Corttez barked, he made his way onto the main deck, the area the cult group seemed to congregate around before they inevitably made landfall… The captain glanced at the corpse of a attempted deserter, his hyena were ever so eager to remove the evidence of such a thing once it was cut down… Corttez gave a dark smirk, Marcc always never let one escape on his watch… “Nearly to port, now about the terms of our deal??” Corttez stated to the hooded elf in the center long swords on either of his belt… Corttez didn’t back down despite the rather dark look on the elvish man, the captain extended his great hand…

The elvish man stared at Corttez before finally nodding, “Skalaz, if you please…” The hooded elf hissed, causing the shortest of hooded figures to step forward some green skinned new race from a isle near that swirling maelstrom… The little goblin snapped his fingers causing a wick to appear, the small object would forever be burning never needing to be relit… Near Corttez’s feet appeared several bags… The hard metal rings indicated several were filled with coins… The last smelling of something more like soaps and oils obviously belonged to a particular elf… “Much appreciated…” Corttez said with a dark grin, his hyena already trying to drag all the bags accept the soap smelling ones away… “Once the ship is ready, Nihsa take us in!” Corttez barked watching as the hyena dragged the coins into the room near the captains quarters, the coin would need to be counted before it was divided…

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Varicar sighed irritated, they had gotten no closer to bringing that demon to Azeroth than before… Each summoning circle failed, each new ingredient used was wasted, where ever the dark demon master had gone they were unable to reach him! The cult huddled together this was one of their last hopes in Stormgarde, there was tale of a tome dark as night and hauntingly alive… If anything would lead to the dark master perhaps this was it…

Varicar cast a dark gaze upon Corttez, it wasn’t that he meant disrespect but the communications of the cult were confidential… They had been dealing with these pirates for some time so trust was growing, but Varicar was not one to throw caution to the wind… Varicar nodded slowly before speaking, “Skalaz, if you please…” Varicar hissed he knew Skalaz would placate with the deal terms. The goblin was a masterfully skilled alchemist already, a powerful mage his abilities in magic and alchemy a great boon to the cults ability to barter terms… With a great snap the goblin conjured a wick for the pirate captain, a special magical gland burned at its top never to be extinguished… The goblin used his same magic to remove several bags of coins from a larger magical bag… Lastly the goblin deposited some more high class items, the cult did their research well enough to know they could get on the captain and his second in commands good side with well intentioned gifts…

Varicar looked at the massive man grin from his newly gained earthly possessions… The elf wondered if that pirate might ever understand the true pleasures of owning objects of a truly godly nature… Varicar sighed, perhaps he thought to highly of the sea thief…

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Standing near the edge of the Crimson Quell Miya takes a deep breath, inhaling the salty air. It was nearing dawn and they would be reaching Faldir’s Cove within the hour. The Captain of this Vessel Corttez was at the helm, steering the ship through the treacherous waters of the Thandol Span. Taking n another deep breath of the salty sea air, Miya makes her way towards the Helm of the Crimson Quell and her Captain. As she approaches one of the many cabin boys goes scurrying past her. He quickly shimmies up the rigging to remove the Vessel’s flag and replace it with the Kultiran colors. Miya stops looks at the flag then spits on the deck in a show of disgust for it and the crooked Admiralty that it represented. Miya loved this time, the hour before the sun started to light up the sky.

Miya could hear the movements below deck as all but the Night Crew, stumbled from their bunks, and made their way topside. Nihsa has been awake for a little over a candle mark and was just finishing getting ready when the Order was received. Pulling on her boots she heads topside. Coming up behind a promising young cabin boy, she takes the Helm. “I best be taking over now, before he Moore us up on some rocks.” Nihsa says as her hands grip the helm steering them through the narrow waters between large groups of treacherous rocks. It wasn’t just the rocks that could be seen that they had to avoid. It was also the ones hidden beneath the waves, communing with the spirits of the water Nihsa guides the Crimson Quell smoothly through the Thandol Span. “He stay and watch, perhaps learn a few things.” She tell the young man, who eagerly remains.

Miya followed the Captains gaze up to the body of the would be deserter, that still hung from the mast. She remember how she took him ashore to help with both the acquisitions materials needed for the Crimson Quell, and that of her own private stock. Unfortunately the little wretch thought to try and run. Miya wasn’t overly worried, Marcc had been with them when the little wretch thought to give them the slip. Marcc’s massive war-hammer had quickly ended that plan as it was hurled through the air striking the deserter in the back of the knee. It struck with enough force that the kneecap shattered and ripped through the flesh. The wretch was then drug back unconscious. After the returned to the Vessel his punishment was decided, not only had he tried to run, but it would seem that he had also taken coin from some of the other crew members.

Tied to the rigging he was thrown overboard where he was hauled along his body being torn up as the waves sent it crashing against the side of the ship. Miya watches as he struggles to stay above the water, it isn’t long before the sharks start to circle, at that point Miya has him pulled from the water. The wretch actually thought his punishment was over. She had him stripped and doused in oil before having him tied to the upper mast of the Crimson Quell. It wasn’t bad while the moon was still gracing the sky, but as the sun rose the blistering heat started cooking his flesh, the smell grabbed the attention of the birds who flew in lands and began pecking at the flesh. Oh how he screamed as strips of flesh, and muscle, were ripped from his body. His eyes were one of the first things to go, Miya estimated that it took nearly the entire day before enough of him was devoured that he finally died of exposure and blood loss. She turns to two of the crew, “Cut it down and toss it to the Hyena’s the way they jumped around heckling, and snarling they k ew what was coming. As the remains of the body are tossed to the Hyenas Miya comes up along side Corttez.

Miya smiled as she approached, it wasn’t often that they had passengers so to speak. Most were usually there unwillingly and locked below deck. It was also nice to see like her, there where others who preferred not to remain in the stifling Elven Kingdom of Quel’thalas. Miya grinned as Captain Corttez reached his hand out.

Miya watches as the cloaked elf speaks to a smaller figure, a newer race of creature that comes from one of the isles close to the Maelstrom. With a snap of his fingers several bags drop around Corttez’s feet the jingling of coins grabs the attention of most of the crew. However Miya is more interested in the one that smells of soaps, and oils. They would be dividing everything up among themselves and the crew once everything was counted.

As the Hyena’s drug the bags of coins away Nihsa speaks up “Aye Captain.” She then prepares to bring the ship in, the harbor can now be seen, they were nearing their destination.

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Sericon stood amongst the cult members his brow furrowed as he deciphered a tome containing ancient highborne knowledge… “The haughty arrogance of the chatter in this tome is infuriating…” Sericon muttered as he read the next line tracing it with his finger… The highborne had gone through great lengths to encrypt their knowledge in the tome, a relatively normal practice for those dealing in the advanced arts of magic, lest some peasant fool get their hands on the tome… The book Sericon had his nose in however spoke of a early tests using magic to summon malicious magical entities… Sericon scoffed, he knew that back then they might not have known such a difference but now they just refered to the creatures described as demons… What truly intrigued Sericon was mention of a living tome, the highborne worried of its dark influences sent it across a ancient continent called Kalimdor to the great eastern edges near the Amani empires… The elf wondered if this was indeed what he was searching for… That was when the Kultiran made himself known…

Sericon closed the tome away from the pirates eyes, though a great ally in transportation the spell locked within would only wreck havoc if such a none magical individual tried to use them… Sericon only watched as the shortest member of the cult made his way to the forefront before handling the cults half of the deal…

Sericon gave a small smile, it was time to find the origin of this tale of a living tome… The living tome would grant them the direction they so desperately needed…

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Yumara unleashes a mental shriek of rage. Was it impossible for that damn demon Lord to go more than five minutes without causing some major upheavel? Yumara wanted so badly to go and just drag Jericha away before that raging idiot, put Jericha in an premature grave. Yet something holds her back, she was needed here, she had a task given to her and she would complete it. As Anomaly lies on the floor in-front of her, she send ethereal vines out from her body. Wrapping around the living tome they lift it from the ground.

The sudden influx of power fills Yumara with much needed strength, and magic. The near death of Jericha twice so close together, had horrific effects on her magic. Yet as Master’s power washes over her, like a crashing wave, she feels rejuvenated. She was given the job to use Anomaly, and use it she would. With the tome once more opened before her she continues with the dark spell she was casting. Still with what was happening much of the essence that she was sending was being devoured by Oblivion. Even with Orion using his magic to try and stop the inevitable from occurring, it was still proving to be a daunting task.

About this time Both Orion, and Yumara, felt their strength starting to return. Yumara continuously feeds the essence of many into Izzabelle. She wonders what her screams would sound like if Orion wasn’t blocking her from feeling the pain. Yumara is quite certain that she would be in pain. The way her flesh was boiling, bubbling up before bursting, then rotting away. the rotting flesh peeled back to reveal younger newer flesh. The last spell cast would hide her unnatural nature from those unworthy of seeing it. having her switch into a Aranasi, Fel’dorai, or silithid reaver, wouldn’t bode well.

This place feels strange to Yumara, her connection to Jericha while still existent. seems muted. She is no longer suffered herself, from the condition Jericha was in. She looks around the room and spots a young female Elf curled up under some ratty blankets. Gliding across the floor she halts before the make shift bed. Bending down she lifts the unconscious women up out of the bed. This Izzabelle was rather thin and underweight, a testament to her street rat life. She nods to Orion who carries their Izzabelle over and places her in the bed in this ones place. She listens as Orion asks Master to remove the food that Izzabelle had eaten. She grins she has been with Master long enough to know that he isn’t simply going to just vanish it.

Yumara still holding the other version of Izzabelle turns to Orion and nods her head. Orion knows what it is she wishes to do, with a snap of his fingers an hourglass appears above the Izzabelle Yumara is cradling in her arms. In a flash the hourglass starts to spin, as it does the young lady Yumara is hold starts becoming younger, and younger. Soon she is in the body a new born child. It is then that Yumara’s chest spreads open, revealing the never ending forest within her. Vines, roots, branches, etc, wrap around the babe pulling it into Yumara’s body. Just as she once carried Jaseiah, she now held this version of Izzabelle. “Master will have to cast the spell to tie the two Izzabelle’s together, so this one can live through her.” Yumara says her hands gripping at the soft fabric of Masters robes, as the hole in her chest closes once more. From here on out unless called for they were to be merely observers. Well perhaps pushing things in the right direction, unseen of course, couldn’t hurt things.

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Nihsa had been awake since Miya had left to go topside nearly an hour ago. No matter how quite she tried to be Nihsa always woke up when the Little Princess, was moving about. Was Miya a princess? Hell no, she had gone through a bossy phase though, that earned her that nickname. Nihsa remains relaxed on her bed for a candle mark, or two, before rolling to her side. Pushing herself up into a sitting position she reaches for her boots. She had been communing with the spirits of the sea, and air. she knew she would soon be needed topside to take control of the helm.

Pulling on her boots, Nihsa is on her feet and out the door. She side steps as a group of The Captain’s hyena’s race past her and into the crew quarters. She knows there’s always a few that need a little motivation at rousing themselves. especially those that partake in to much alcohol before passing out. When she arrives on Deck she sees Captain Corttez talking with one of the strange masked figures that the crew seemed to have ongoing deals with. She passes them and heads t6o the helm where a young man who showed some promise was trying to guide the Crimson Quell through the Thandol Span. Reaching past him she takes the Helm, and starts turning it towards the left. “I best be taking over now, before ye moore us up on some rocks.” Nihsa says as her hands grip the helm, as she steers them through the narrow waters between large groups of treacherous rocks. It wasn’t just the rocks that could be seen that they had to avoid. It was also the ones hidden beneath the waves, communing with the spirits of the water Nihsa guides the Crimson Quell smoothly through the Thandol Span. “Ye stay and watch, perhaps learn a few things, aye.” She tell the young man, who eagerly remains.

As the Hyena’s drug the bags of coins away Nihsa speaks up “Aye Captain.” As she prepares to bring the ship into the Harbor, the Crimson Quell is bustling with activity. The sails, where being dropped, the rigging secured. The body of the deserter was being removed, The grew had to work like a well oiled machine at this point. Miya was shouting out orders to those in-charge of the rigging. Nihsa looks ahead, their destination was getting closer.

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Several blood furred hyena ripped into the cooked flesh of the deserter spilling steaming gore on the deck as they tore what they might consider their share… For only a few moments the deck was red with crimson death and the smell of carrion, before the hyenas quickly made work of the satisfying meal… As the larger pieces were carried off below deck, the straggling hyenas merely licked the wooden deck clean of any carnage… This is how the deck kept its stained red wood look; the blood of deserters, monsters, slaves, and more…

Corttez nodded as the vessel coasted into the cove, when they seemed close enough Corttez held his hand straight up “Drop Anchor!” The great man barked prompting several nameless crew members to scramble forward and pull the anchor before sending it into the depths. The boat coasted to a hard stop in the center of the bay… Corttez made his way to the edge of the great vessel before pulling free two ropes from their tied down position, with a great heave the captain released the ropes causing two row boats to splash into the water.

“Verricc! Take the cultist ashore!” Corttez barked grabbing a pair of oars and tossing them into air! They were caught mid air by a bare chested man, with a slightly wild look in his eye… “Aye Captain!” Varricc barked before leaping down into one of the row boats below! Corttez glanced over to his second in command, “Miya? Care for a trip ashore?” Corttez barked before leaping into the second row boat… “Time to go my guests, we have arrived!” Corttez barked it was now or never… They would need to swim ashore if they missed the boats…

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“I want those sails down and secured, as of yesterday. Or I’ll personally skin all of you, and use your flesh to fasten a new one.” Miya barks, as the crew sets about dropping, and securing the sails. Scurrying up the ratlines, they drop the sails, swiftly securing them. Miya drops down to the deck as one of the booms swings in her direction. Coming back up to her feet as it passes over her, she continues to bellow out commands. Soon the sails are down and secured. She looks to the Helm as Nihsa calmly guides the Vessel into Faldirs Cove.

As the Captain gave the command to drop anchor, Miya reaches out and braces herself. The first time she had been on the Crimson Quell, she forgot to do so. As a result when the ship lurched to a stop, she was sent tumbling across the deck into a barrel of fish. It took many moons to wash the smell out. Once the ship stops moving Miya makes her way over to Corttez.

Miya watches as the two row boats are dropped down into the water. Rowers jump down into each of the vessels. “Why Captain Corttez, I never thought you’d ask.” With that Miya blinks and appears in the boat next to Corttez. “I’ll look around and try and secure us some supplies.” Miya states as she sits. Miya watches as their short term passengers depart from the Vessel onto the boats “Alas we will be saying farewell to our mysterious guests here.” Miya says to Corttez. In allthe time that they had been using them as a transport vessel. Miya doesn’t think she has heard any of them speak more then just a few words. Still the pay from them was always good. They also seemed to know what her favorite soaps and essential oils were. So she didn’t complain about their lack of communicating.

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Isaik watched as the three effortlessly manipulated the events around them, they would orchestrate wondrous events in this time in the past, they would lead Izzabelle through her own life… Now that they were free…

Isaik nodded to Yumara, “Quite right my dear Yumara…” Isaik glared at Izzabelle as she headed off into the city to start her life anew, her location didn’t matter for his spell… Isaik waved his hand in the air pulling forth a strand of red hair from the floor then another that looked significantly older… Twisting his clawed skeletal hand the hairs twined together until they became one… Isaik glared at the strand of hair filling it with dark magic causing it to glow dark purple… “Zuq maq oou, immortalis; Zuq maq ssaggh, captivus. Zuq ma shg’fhn, aeternum. Zuq sythn oou, invicta… Zuq oou Rakeesh of Karkuns… Coniungo essentiis ni essentiis… Katra ni Katra… Kigon no kigon!” Isaik spoke a horrid spell, created by the darkest beings… This was the true language of his tomes, the black speak of chaos! The strand of hair twisted writhed as if it was alive, the air seemed to scream silently! Isaik crushes the violet glowing strand in his claws releasing a black mist that exploded out across the surface of the floor… With a last twist of his clawed hand from the shade like fog came a glowing black strand that shot into Yumara until it reached the babe in the dark forest, striking the sleeping suspended child in the eyes it connected… Near Izzabelle trapped until the embrace of shadows would let her free once more the same strand appeared in a fog on the floor… Invisible to all eyes but Isaik, Yumara and Orion it landed into Izzabelle causing a feeling like extreme hunger pains before finally subsiding…

Isaik turned to Yumara to see if that spell had harmed her in anyway, it was not intentional but the spell would locate both Izzabelle’s wherever they laid… “They are now connected… Essence to essence… This spell is why you suffered so hard to bind Izzabelle… The infant in your forest now shares a half bond with Sericon, for she is bonded with herself who carries such a bond…” Isaik hissed, all things were beginning to make sense… Now they just had to ensure things went as they had so long ago before…

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Orion Realizes as he listen to Isaik, and Yumara, converse with each other, that he will need to keep his time magic active on a few strands of her hair for now. To tie the two of them together it will require pieces from both of them. Everything, and anything to do with Izzabelle if no longer physically connected to her would always be claimed by Oblivion. This time being just the third exception, Orion turns his attention to Isaik as he speaks the dark spell that will tie the two souls together. Do not make me regret keeping my magic active on that strand of hair Dark One. He hisses out, before turning and moving across the room. I’m assuming that you two can be trusted not to completely mess with the time line in my absence. Orion states more then asks as he takes on his feline form and hops on his little broom. I will return in a moment, there’s things that require my special touch. with that he is gone moving forward through time.

He reappears in an old cave on a dead red planet, a planet whose life had recently be extinguished by a Powerful Demon lord. In this cave was Ahcirej the light half of Jericha. She was broken, vanishing rather quickly from existence, obviously mistakes were not rectified. Orion knows that something must be done, if she were to die, it would lead to the death of many. He rewinds the clocks about an hour to give himself time to think. There’s got to be a way to save you Ahcirej, something that is just out of reach in my mind. Damn it Orion! Think! It will be a waste to have Izzabelle relive her life only to die here in the future. Orion berates himself as he paces the length of his floating broom. Ahcirej will need a bond as strong as the one she has with Salkeen. yet being unbound prevents that from happening. She cannot be bound to anyone, or thing. AHHHHHH!!! Stupid cat what are you over looking.* The fur on his back stands up in sheer irritation at his lack of being able to figure out a way to stop these events from unfolding. Still he needed to get back to the past, back to Izzabelle, the Dark Master, and the Nature goddess. Back to the past…

Then it hits him like a runaway Gnome tram. The past, that is where the answer lies. If Izzabelle can be giving a lifetime to replace the one that was taken. Then why can’t Ahcirej be given a lifetime to form a bond with her son, and her niece. Orion jumps from his broom, landing on the ground he starts excitedly moving throughout the small space. Jaseiah, and Aesier, were also in dire need of some kind of past as well. That was it He would send the three of them back in time and let them live a lifetime together… The thought comes to a sudden halt as he realizes that there’s a flaw in his plan. this Ahcirej even if she was sent back in time wouldn’t be able to form any bounds. Most of the time she wouldn’t possess a body or even be seen. Orion lets out a long yowl of sheer frustration.

Think cat, Ahcirej couldn’t form a connection because she was already unbound when he was created. Being unbound she cannot create a connection with him, and she feels he doesn’t have a connection to her. If only the connection had been formed befo… That was it that was the answer that had been eluding him all this time. Orion needed to go and gather up the children, they would need to make a stop along the way.

He leaves the three of them in the past at a time, and destination, decided upon. He then reappears in a poof of magic on his broom next to Yumara, with that annoying feline smirk on his face.

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“Aye Captain!” Varricc barked before leaping down into one of the row boats below! Verric glanced back up, “Let’s go! I am itching get a drink!” Verricc called out! He took and oar in each hand and watched as several cloaked individuals boarded his row boat before he began to row with great power. There Verricc was staring into the darkened faces as the boat glided across the water to the shore of Faldir’s cove. The boat jostled hard as Verric beached it into the soft sand, before the man leaps overboard into the icy waves pulling the boat the rest of the way ashore… Corttez, Miya and their riders seemed to come up next…

Verricc nodded at his captain before pulling their rowboat into the sand as well. “Captain, I got these rowers, just bring me back a drink will yeah?” Verricc joked he was unsure if the captain would oblige such a request, but he knew the captain could be a generous man to those loyal in the crew. Verricc never got to say a word before the cultists departed the boats and headed inland…

Scratching his head Verricc wondered what they were off too in such a hurry… The man shook his head, and shrugged whatever they were after didn’t concern him much anyway. The man picked up a piece of driftwood before stabbing it idly with a small knife…

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Sericon stares at the boisterous man under his hood, he was quite distracting… Definitely not material for a secretive cult… Sericon’s thoughts did not have to focus to hard on the man before they made it to shore… Without a word the group departed the vessel before heading up the path in the cliffside… Varicar seemed especially eager to get into the city…

They moved in a group, hooded individuals against the bright green grass of the arathi highlands… The group stunted their approach as they made to to Stromgardes gates… “Halt! State your purpose!” A fully clad guard barked standing near a towering wooden door… This was Sericon’s turn to speak, lifting his right arm abs revealing a insignia of Dalaran he spoke… “Kirin Tor business, we are investigating some anomalies and suspicious behavior…” Sericon hissed, his eyes glaring at the human guard… Fir a moment nothing happened before the guard began to faulter, “Uh ermm… Go on through…” Thr guard stated allowing the cult to enter the city undisputed… As the group made their way inside the guard did manage to regain his moxy following behind them and turning down a stone walkway… “Captain some mage group is in the city! I was thinking they might be here for that street rat elf! Unnatural thing she is!!” The guard spoke to another man in armor…

Sericon continued forward the group heading inwards, “Head to the mage district tavern…” Varicar hissed at the group, this was the place the rumors of a living tome had come from… Someone within that tavern likely knew something… The group stopped as Sericon felt something the slightest bit of sonething he couldn’t explain… Like he was near something of importance?? A large stromgarde man stepped into their path! “You elves, get this street rat from our city, or next time we will kill her!”

Sericon hissed a slight annoyance, the cult just arriving didn’t even know anything about some street rat! Varicar was quick to step forward and assert the true place of the human… “Human… Your idle threats do not scare us, your disrespect only further proves why my people forsake your kind to such lives like this…” Varicar sneered if they had merely met on a dirt path in the wilderness the human would’ve been dead on the spot! “We will kill her then!!” The fat swine of a human man bellowed, his arrogance testing the cult, yet they had faced similar problems before… Varicar pushed past the boasting human, why would he care about a street rat? Before the cult continued on their way to this tavern they so seeked… As they moved Sericon glanced behind them to see two rat faced human guards shove a elvish women into the street… “We got the rat!” one of the zit faced slimes yelled out! Sericon looked at the women, something felt different about her… His thoughts were interrupted as Varicar yanked him forward, “Stay on mission…” He hissed angrily!

Sericon wanted to look back again, something about that women called to him… As if she was sonething they were looking for… Or atleast Sericon was looking for… They finally made it to the tavern they were looking for before opening the door… Varicar led, making his way to the forefront and gesturing for one of the other cultists to lock the door behind them… “We heard of a rumor of a living tome coming from this tavern…” Hissed Varicar to the barkeep inside, something had luckily drawn the other patrons away… “Tell us everything…” Varicar snarled ready to use any method he could to extract information from the man…

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“Do by secure you mean steal?” Corttez said with a cheeky grin poking from his large red beard, the captain himself had full intentions of Securing many items this landfall… Corttez nodded at the mention of them saying goodbye to their mysterious guests… They had however slid the captain a calling card for if they wanted to use the vessel’s services again…

Using his great arms Corttez rowed the small vessel through the gliding waves, three hyena had joined him, Miya and two hooded cultists… Corttez was not one to say no to his trackers from following him into town… In no time the boat beached onto the soft sand of Faldir’s cove. Corttez leapt forth from the row boat landing with a audible splash, He watched as Verricc moored the boats up…

Corttez leveled his piercing eyes at Verricc before giving a small laugh and with Miya headed up the path on the cliffside… Perhaps Corttez would get Verricc his drink, those who served loyally were always rewarded with great treasures… Making their way along the green grassy roads to the gate Corttez watched as the cult seemingly made a way in… As the great muscular man approached the gate a different guard stood in their path… “State your business!” He barked, to his friends he might’ve seemed tough, to Corttez it was like watching a pug dog try to intimidate a great wolf… Corttez glanced at Miya who was more or less wishing to use magic and turn the man inside out, before making his point. Corttez reaches into his cloak for the right bag feeling the slimy squish he knew he felt the right one… With a quick toss the hulking man sent the wet back splatting near the guards feet, blood and mucus oozed from the bag before a yellowed eye sat malformed on the dirt road… “Kraken… Big fellow too! Killed this guy not that far from here…” Corttez spouted off glaring at the guard… “I’m sure your city could let in a few sea monster hunters, seeing as we cleared your waters…” Corttez growled, the guard snapping his head up from the sickly yellowed she back to Corttez and Miya… “Let em pass!” The guard stated, he had nothing to stop them from entering…

Corttez scoffed making his way inside, he purposely walked into the small armored guard, his huge form unfazed… The mountain of a man stopped to glance back at Miya, before them several guards were kicking a unconscious girl… “Gonna execute us a street rat!” One said with a giddy tone as he kicked the downed girl… “I hope they make it slow and painful, especially with all the trouble this thing put us through…” Another hissed, his face more like a disheveled weasel…

Corttez stood silently watching with a grim look on his face, the mountain of a man held no care from some street urchin, but watching the guards beat on a unconscious women reminded him of part of the reason he took to piracy at all… Corttez’s agitation could be felt by his pets, the three hyena around him snapped and growled loudly in a show of emotion… Corttez seeing quite enough stomped away from the dark scene before finding a tavern nearer the center of town. With a great heave the man forced the doors to swing hard announcing his entrance to the drinkers within… Not one to wait for service he marched right up to the bar and growled out his order… “Rummmm…” Corttez grumbled snatching the bottom from the barkeep the moment it was in reach… Taking a hard swig the great man marched over to a corner table before sitting so hard the chair creaked…

He glanced across the table, surely Miya would’ve followed… Now that the captain had a hard drink, a idea was forming… “Wanna have a little fun?” He asked, he was sure Miya might have a idea what he was thinking…

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Izzabelle had been ready to sneak back into the poorer parts of the city, when something, or more someone drew her attention. A group of cloaked figures had come into the trade district. She shifts slightly her hiding spot behind a few crates to get a better look. From her crouching position she can see into the hoods. Reaching up she touches her long ears. They had ears like hers, she so very few with ears like hers. She knows she should move away but something was drawing her to them. Practically crawling she moves a little closer…

Izzabelle knew she should leave now, the guard was now searching for her. They even had posters up about the city with a reward for her capture. They claimed she was a witch, a demon, an unnatural being. Hell a few even claimed she was responsible for some of the plagues and diseases that would strike the city at times. Still she wanted to hear what the cloaked group had to say.

Izzabelle backs away slightly as she hears one of the cloaked figures speak. A younger looking Elf with ebony hair pulled up in a Warriors ponytail. Of course there not interested in a lowly street rat like you Izzabelle. As the fat slob of a human bellows “We will kill her then!!” Izzabelle realizes that she needs to get away. Unfortunately for her, the lack of food in her stomach, and with her focus being more on the cloaked figures. She didn’t see the two guard that had come up behind her. They lunge at her she manages to duck under the first and roll away. Coming to her feet she darts between two of the stalls heading for one of the alleys between the many buildings. The guard gives chase, as Izzabelle runs, she wasn’t worried about escaping she knew these alleys well. She would lose them once she reached them. As she enters the darkened alley she is struck hard in the gut. She grunts in pain and doubles over as the wind is knocked out of her. She is kicked twice in the ribs b this weasel faced guard, who is tapping a long thin club against his leg. “Thought to give us the slip ya little rat.” He draws back and kicks her again making Izzabelle hiss in pain and curl up to protect herself. The guard is joined by another, they pull her up to her feet and drag her out of the alley.

Izzabelle knew that she had to get away, panicking slightly she managed to pull one of her arms free. She grabs one on the crude looking blades strapped to one of the guards sides and goes to stab out at him. As she lunged forward she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck followed by darkness.

Izzabelle hurts all over, her body is covered in numerous splotches of black and blue where she’d been beaten. She is sure she bleeding internally from ruptured organs, she can also feel some of her ribs are out of place. She lets out a soft derisive snort as the human blob ticks off a list of mostly bogus charges. Still the citizens of this cursed place ate them up. “Burn the witch!” “Put her in the stocks and flay the flesh from her bones!” String her up, and let her dance at the end of a rope.” Those are just some of the suggestions being yelled out. As Izzabelle tries to free her hands she is struck hard by a rotten piece of fruit, then another. She despises this place and these people, for a brief moment her blue eyes flash fel green so quick it would only be noticeable to the extremely observant. *Burglary! Well yeah that was a given, Piracy? Arson! Starting a fire in a barrel to stop from freezing wasn’t arson. Assault and Battery. The lazy slobs tripping over themselves, and falling to the ground while chasing her. Didn’t amount to assault and battery. Kidnapping! That was an out right lie, along with the accusations of Witchcraft, extortion, vandalism, and conspiracy to harm the crown.

As the crowd cheers for her execution Izzabelle tries to loosen her hands. She knows that even if she gets free the chances of escaping are extremely slim. As her eyes scan the crowds looking for at least a little sympathy, they fall upon him. She had noticed him earlier with the other cloaked figures, but had been unable to see his face. Her entire body seems to react she feels an overwhelming need to be closer to him. She doesn’t know what he is saying, her attention so locked on him she doesn’t notice as another cloaked figure approaches.

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Miya looks over at the Captain and grins, “Is there any other way to secure us some cargo.” She says with a small laugh. “It was a shame we had to dump some of our cargo out at sea.” She continues with a slight smirk. Captain Corttez knew exactly what she was talking about. The smile spread across Miya’s face as she thinks back.

There was a line of about a dozen Men, drug up from He stocks below, lined the deck of the ship in chains. Their arms were shackled together behind their backs. There ankles were shackled together to prevent them from running. Their were heavy chains crossed behind them connected the shackles on their arms to the ones on their legs. They were lined up on the edge of the deck. A long heavy chain ran along behind them, it weaved through the chains of the Foul smelling, lousy excuses of future alliance refuse connecting them together. Miya walks up and down the line with Nihsa following her. Miya is cutting tiny nicks into their flesh in multiple places. Nihsa follows behind casting a spell. The smell coming from some of them is enough to make Miya gag. A few were sobbing and begging for their lives. Once she reaches the end of the line she nods to one of the larger crew members. He grins and shoves this massive iron ball off the deck of the ship. Miya watches as one by one the Men are pulled over the side of the deck. She watches as the last ones to go over leave a puddle on the deck of the ship. Miya moves to the Vessels rail, just to see the terrified looks on their faces as they disappear beneath the waves. She then approaches the Captain, and looks down at his hyenas. A few looked up at her giving her the starving dog look. “Hey Don’t give me that look. I know that you like eating them, but That meat is rotten. The last time you all ate bad meat, the crew was cleaning the decks for over a week. Then there was the smell, that lingered for nearly a month.” She joked

Miya continues to talk in a long w voice as the Captain rows. “I’m hoping the sharks got them before the spell wore off.” The water breathing spell cast on the Doomed men assured they would likely be eaten alive. Miya then turns her attention to the cloaked members of the group that had joined them in their boat. Like the others they were gone as soon as the boats were pulled up. Getting out she follows Corttez up to the gate. There this little pug faced guard thought to try and intimidate him. *Miya wanted to hang him and have him sliced open like the worthless little pig that he was.

Miya swears the dog crapped his pants when Captain Corttez tosses the bag down onto the dirt. A few of the people waiting around gasped in surprise. The guard once his attention was back on them quickly gave them permission to enter the city.

Miya comes to a stop near the Captain, her eyes follow his. There was a bit of a commotion happening. Stepping around Corttez she gets a better look. Lying on the road was a young Elven female. From the looks she couldn’t of been more then twenty winters, give or take a few. These horrific bast… beasts were kicking and slamming their heavy boots down on the unconscious girl. Miya let out a sharp hiss, this girl was one of her kind. Those wretches were having way to much fun. Her sharp hearing allows her to hear the sickening crunch as a few of the girls ribs crack from the assault. Oh how she wanted to make them pay. From the way that the Hyenas started snarling, and heckling, she wasn’t alone in her dislike of this public display.

Miya walks beside the Captain as he storms away, his fury quite evident. She remembers each of their faces, every guard that had killed caked that poor girls visages where now etched into her mind. As Corttez grabs the rum bottle she orders a glass of Dalaran White. She rolls her eyes at the snort that comes from the big man at her choice of alcohol. Moving deeper into the establishment that find a free table in a darker section, and claim it. Miya runs her finger along the rim of the glass, before taking a small sip of the fluid within.

“Why I’m always up for a little fun Captain.” Miya replies with a twisted grin. She hopes that she will get to play with some wretched guards. Still grinning Miya takes another sip of her beverage before continuing. “Why Captain surely some Of the Guards from this wonderful city, wouldn’t mind helping a rich young woman traveling by herself, get back to her boat safely.” As she says this her Elven features melt into those of a young human female. Miya wasn’t above using her feminine wiles to lure her victims to their inevitable doom. Corttez knew this as well, she was an expert at such things. She always altered her appearance, never looking the same. It made it impossible for her to be tracked for the disappearance. The Captain now had her attention so she leans in closer to hear what he has in mind.

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“Talk!” Varicar demanded slamming his fist down on a nearby wooden table. “We know you know about the tome!” Varicar hissed, he glanced at Sericon as the barkeep stuttered… “Do it…” Varicar growled… Sericon nodded, the bartender would need convincing… Holding his hands apart Sericon began to cast dark magic… The air in the room turned stale as fel magic graced the elf’s fingers, with a commanding motion the floor seemed to meld away as a female from pulled itself from the floor… Or atleast that’s how it appeared, a rift opened had allowed the cult to summon a specific reinforcement… A sayaad pulled herself up and into the room before setting her eyes upon the barkeep… “Retrieve the information…” Commanded Sericon… The sayaad stepped forward lashing out at the barkeep with a enchanted whip! She looked at the human in the eyes winking and beginning to start her seduction!

Suddenly the sayaad was thrown against the wall as well as Sericon and Varicar… “Did you truly believe such a feeble legion trick would work on me?!” The barkeep hissed his form turning ever darkened… “The living tome is ours! The followers of old gods will usher in a new era of suffering!” The man proclaimed sending a wave of shadows at the group! Varicar barked commands, “Skalaz contain! Everyone else bring it down!” With the command the group launched into action a hidden battle in a crowded city… Skalaz erected a arcane barrier to halt the battle from becoming to noticeable. Sericon launched forward a sword and fel flames in his hands bounding towards the shadow infused man. The once bartender hissed blocking Sericon with a wall of shadows before he was struck in the back by Varicar’s blades… Flinching from the direct attack Sericon empowered his blade with fel fire piercing the shadowy wall! The man felt his time was coming to a end, “You can’t stop me, where one falls many shall take its place!” He screamed! A roaring ball of fire struck the man directly in the chest knocking him back! Varicar lunged forward placing his blade in the man’s stomach and barreling forward…

“You will not win… The tome will be one of many that will bring forth the old ones… You are to late… The tome already is on the isles south of Skitteri… Holl…” The barkeep choked out his last words with a insane grin on his face… Varicar stood upright, this had not gone according to plan… The cult knew of those worshippers under old gods but they did not expect them to be in posession of a living tome or in the middle of a thriving city… It was no wonder this place reeked of treachery, the barkeep had no doubt been poisoning the city with his dark magic…

“Inform the guard, they had hedge wizard preforming dark arts… Then Skalaz burn the tavern down…” Varicar hissed, the only hint they had was that the tome laid in a place south of somewhere… Somberly the cult left the tavern, Varicar glaring at the nearest guard he saw outside its doors… “Your anomaly has been solved… This tavern is however tainted and must be burned…” Varicar hissed at the vile human… The guard looked confused, “We got a witch that must be responsible then we are gonna execute her today!” He said with a idiotic giddy tone… Varicar rolled his eyes… “Burn it…” He hissed at Skalaz who obliged sending a small stream of fire at the tavern… With that the cult moved on, it was not their job to ensure the flames did not spread…

Making their way into the center of town a group quickly formed around them… When they neared the main gate they discovered why, the earlier street rat sat tethered to a wooden cross on a raised platform… Varicar raised a eye brow as Sericon tensed up as he saw the street rat again…

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Sericon stood among the hooded cult watching the charges being applied to the red headed women… Sericon couldn’t explain it but something didn’t feel right, he watched the women closely as he felt something perhaps more…

Sericon watched as the red headed women’s eyes flashed green as she felt a extreme rage… As they returned to blue the others might not have thought any of it yet, a user of fel magic Sericon could see even from such a distance her eyes still had flecks of green within… Sericon’s own eyes flashed green as he tried to use fel to enhance his sight, there was something… There! Sericon thought perhaps he had seen her skin attempt to harden into something more, but perhaps it just didn’t know how yet… “Sir…” Sericon whispered to Varicar, “I don’t think that’s a normal elven girl… I saw something that warrants investigation…” Sericon hissed, at the cult leader… Varicar seemed to visibly mull over the request, he didn’t see much value in rescuing a street rat even if it was some special demon bred thing, Varicar had indeed seen the flash of green as well… Varicar never knew Sericon to make wild requests unless he truly felt something, finally the cult leader nodded his approval… Sericon glanced to a hooded member of their cult, “Selora, persuade the guard, we will need to take that women for investigation in the tavern incident…” Sericon hissed sending the cloaked women forward through the crowd…

Alone she moved, Selora making her way towards the fat human pig before her, such a waste of her incredible talents… “Dear Sir, it appears this women is needed in investigation of the tavern incident… The Kirin Tor and the kingdom of Quel’Thalas very much needs your cooperation in this incident.” Selora spoke her voice soft but firm… The fat faced guard scrunch up his nose, they had finally caught that insipid street rat and they were just gonna take the sweet feeling of executing her away!? The guards face turned sour as he readied to berate the young women for her even approaching him during such a sentencing! Selora noticed the sharp change, she was not one to be snapped at by such lower race filth! Selora glared at the man her eyes flashing dark purple, her whole face seemed to change in a flash from elf to sonething much darker… “You will surrender the street rat or you won’t be rewarded…” Selora hissed her fangs pronounced and her eyes emitting a small amount of fel green light… With those very words the guard was mesmerized… The guard stood upright, something was different before declaring loudly “It has been discussed, and the elves have agreed to take the street rat away to face justice on her own lands! Those harmed by her actions will be compensated!” The fat guard wandered away from the crowd of human faces before with a sneer he punched Izzabelle across the face hard knocking her out. Selora scowled at the guard now her job would be twice as hard as the unconscious street rat would need to be carried. Selora growled pushing past the human guard, she bent over picking Izzabelle off the ground before hoisting the unconscious street rat over her shoulder and heading back to the group…

Sericon nodded as Selora headed their way… “I suggest we exit fast… Perhaps a portal is in order?” Sericon questioned, the answer was however met by a sharp rebuke… “Never will we portal into the base… Portals can be tracked!!” Hissed Varicar nearly ready to pull forth his blades it seemed… “Perhaps to the lake north of that hideous witherbark tribe of trolls then?” Sericon offered… Between them sat Skalaz waiting for one of the two quite different elves to make a decision!! Varicar considered the request… “Very well, but outside the city… Move out…” Varicar hissed as Selora made it back to them, the look of exasperation quite apparent as she realized she would need to continue to carry this creature in her hands…

The cult moved forward pushing their way from this slum of a human village… The cult with no more distractions to keep them in this place made it outside the walls in record time. Varicar led the group forward his face set in a permanent scowl… As the cult made its way near a small growth of trees near. “Skalaz take us to the northern tip of the lake…” Varicar commanded harshly… Sericon was likely to get quite a few words directed at him if this street rat didn’t pan out… Witg a great Arcane flash the cult in it entirety vanished from the area!

A crack of arcane energy in the sky signaled that the cult was now at the northern end of the lake… As they appeared on the soft crisp grass Varicar was the first to move lunging forward through some nearby bushes… With a loud rustle Varicar pulled forth a long blade and slid it into some poor creature… The cult leader walked back into view covered in blood, before tossing a axe at the ground near their arrival point… “Move out…” Varicar hissed, directing the group forward… Sericon shook his head, Varicar worried to much, the leader killing a troll to lead a tracker off their trail…

The trek was only a few hours, several hours that Selora despised with all her being, something that caused Sericon to chuckle slightly… Finally when they arrived at the cave, Selora made her way to a great cavernous area before setting Izzabelle against a wall her hands tied behind her back… Sericon stepped into the room behind Selora followed by Varicar… “Thank you Selora, your services are no longer required…” Sericon stated waving his hand at the women… Selora smiled, “Finally… Next time you want to have someone carry a unconscious elf for hours summon a felguard!” Selora exclaimed the cult disguise fading away to reveal a succubi before she to faded back to the nether… Sericon leaned over the unconscious women that he felt drawn to before conjuring a matrix of pure fel and holding it near the flesh of her arm… The spell was not meant to harm her but expose the flesh to perhaps a familiar element… Before Sericon’s and Varicar’s eyes Izzabelle’s skin faintly grew demonic scales. “You see? I knew I felt something different about this one…” Sericon spoke, Varicar nodded, “Interesting, but nonetheless how does she help us resurrect our goal?” Varicar hissed, “she is merely a street rat with such things within her, whatever she was it’s probably not worth the effort…” Varicar said, he didn’t sound pleased… “I can tell, even now she has the sympathy of his magic… She is useful…” Sericon explained, being the only one who had been able to study the dark being he knew it to be true, he felt it. Sericon reached out pulling the cloth bag from Izzabelle’s Head, it had been placed on her by Selora after she had been knocked out.

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Izzabelle had been watching the hooded Elf but now this new Elf had her attention. She was certain she had nothing to do with any Tavern incident. Why was this female accusing her of such a thing? It had been at least a few weeks since she last saw the inside of a tavern. Mostly all she can afford with stolen coppers is the watered down swill, that doesn’t even garner you a slight buzz. So perhaps a fight or two broke out, during the last trip to the bar. Busting a chair across some drunken leches back, and knocking someone through a window. Didn’t warrant an investigation from… Izzabelle freezes as she says the word in her mind, Quel’Thalas! Why did something seem familiar, she feels she should know something but doesn’t.

Izzabelle feels like her flesh is crawl no as she watches what should be an been girl change before her eyes. What shocks her more is the vague sense of familiarity she feels while watching her. It is quickly placed by a feeling of trepidation. She knows what to expect from the towns trash and the worthless fat slob of a guard. Izzabelle has no idea what to expect from this creature or the group that was accusing her of being involved in some Tavern incident.

It seemed that whatever the shape changing female did worked. One moment she was about to be executed for a bunch of bogus charges. Now she was being given to a group of cloaked figures on another false charge. Before she can speak the fat swine of a guard turns and punches her across the face hard. There’s an audible snap a flash of intense pain then nothing…

The pain from the rhythmic bouncing had awoken Izzabelle shortly before she felt herself being placed on the on a hard floor against the wall. She remains silent and still as her bruised body is leaned against the hard surface. She thinks of trying to loosen the ropes binding her hands together. But stops as she hears the sound of a voice she hasn’t heard before. It makes her heart rate speed up as it flows through her ears and settles in her brain. It is quickly followed by a slightly more familiar voice. *Hours! She had been unconscious and carried for hours. Were they close to this Quel’Thalas place she had mentioned. Izzabelle’s felt this need to escape but knew in her condition it would be impossible, so she remains still.

Something feels strange, her flesh feels strange, it takes all of her training to remain still, as it happens. What had he done, how was she different, she wasn’t a witch, the citizens were wrong. Yet something had happened she felt it, the bruises from her earlier beating seemed more painful as her body tenses up. Izzabelle scowls slightly at the sound of the other voice. He seemed like a jerk and overtly full of himself. He reminded her of those pigheaded guards from Stromgarde, that cared for nothing other than what they could obtain. *Her eyes widen beneath the cloth bag placed over her head.

Resurrect their goal! Not worth the effort! Sympathy of his Magic! Izzabelle has no idea what they are talking about. As the cloth sack is pulled from her head she panics. She hasn’t a clue as to where she is, this place even smells different. Being bound, and hurt, causes her fear to become somewhat uncontrollable, maki g her struggle a bit harder against her bounds.

“Of course you’re not trying to kill me, you cannot very well sacrifice a dead person to try and resurrect whatever it is you are trying to resurrect.” Izzabelle gasps out as she stops struggling, there was no way she was getting past these two even if she did manage to free her hands. Her body was to broken and bruised. “Being a worthless street rat, I’m probably not the best choice for sacrificing.” Izzabelle says as the feeling of uneasiness grows. It is then that it happens, shocking Izzabelle. There’s changes along her body where the worse of the damage is. The flesh in those areas harden into thick glossy black Demonic scales. It’s when green flames burst up from those scales she freaks. Those same flames burn through the ropes binding her hands together. Fire rips through her body as she feels an intense burning agony in her chest and stomach area. She feels like she is being torched inside, and out. Izzabelle’s hands his the hard stone as she falls forward, retching up this thick blackish tar like substance. It bursts into the same green flames that are spreading across her body.

Was this the test that wretched elf had mentioned? Izzabelle was afraid, she was surrounded with no means to protect herself. Those looking would see a blade made of fel, and shadow, starting to form against the ground beneath her right hand. Then as suddenly as it began the changes vanish. The green flames vanish, her skin reverts back to normal, and the dagger that was forming disappears, as if never there. Yet they can easily see that most of the bruising is gone, the deep large blotches of black and blue. Are now just slight discolorations, Izzabelle notices that the pain she had been feeling from her earlier beating was now nearly nonexistent. She glares up at the rather annoying of the two Elves, she is certain that he was responsible for what just happened. Still it would seem he had healed her, even if he went about it in a painful way. She unconsciously shifts a little closer to the one that at least seemed to be on her side. The silence in the cave is broken as her stomach clenched painfully, letting out a long, loud growl.

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