Corttez stood tall with a thin lined grin, they had succeeded in the destruction of the vessel but Corttez knew the number one markswomen of the Crimson Quell had been injured… “We secured a good haul! I be thinking our siren had done dragged the other vessel to the bottom of the sea… That be leaving one scuttled vessel left…” Corttez barked before grabbing a nearby rope, “Lets abandon this nesting ground…” Corttez said before swinging to the Crimson Quell…
“Make sail! We still be having a ship to sink!” Corttez roared directing his gun forward, with a roar the crew responded pulling tight the sails and retying damaged roping! The vessel lurched forward through the waters making great speed to the broken shadow of the scuttled capital frigate… “Be loading the cannons with grapeshot! Dead men tell no tales and we left all those we don’t be wanting dead alive already!” Corttez roared moving a cannon himself into place towards the last vessel… That when he hard the familiar sound on the waves, a vessel creaking through the water… To their left the last frigate sailed groggily the siren entwining around the mast… She was directing the broken and slaved crew to her bidding… Both vessel headed towards the scuttled capital ship with malicious intent…
Corttez raised his hand in the air, “Hold!” The captain roared as the two vessels sailed on either side of the scuttled ship, once they were at the exact side Corttez roared his orders! “Fire!” With resounding blasts the two vessels peppered the last of the Stormgarde frigates the capital ship apart! Wooden shards and fire exploded across the deck as the two vessels unloaded every shot they had… To the other side of the capital vessel the siren directed her crew to crash the vessel into several jutting rocks finally and completely sealing the fate of the vessels… The vile creature stared out across the water at the Crimson Quell as if waiting for what would happen next…
“What you be thinking Quartermaster? Should we leave the snake to finish off her food?” Corttez asked his arms crossed his piercing eyes staring straight back at the siren… They could kill everything down to the last or sail free, the captain knew several crew members still needed aid… It wasn’t to be done well in battle…
“I am to say what one might say pleased to see you enjoying a arena such as mine…” Cane smooth words of a goblin dressed in a dark hat and gold laced clothing… “I had been hearing that people such as yourselves have been finding their way to our such home of Kezan! That you kinda people might be say enjoying the sports that we goblins enjoy everyday!” The goblin continued before sitting in the biggest chair of the room near a dark wood and gold desk… “The associates I do employ tell me they call you, Jaseiah and Aeseir…” The goblin said with a grin, “You may be calling me Zazzaa, one might be saying I’m the head honcho of this place…” The goblin said he gestured to the doors, “Come now we must be showing our guests a great deal of hospitality…” Zazzaa called out causing nervous looking goblins to rush into the room… “I have had the ability to procure a drink you might perhaps enjoy… Dalaran wine?” Zazzaa asked, the goblin servants rushed over offering glasses of the alcohol…
Zazzaa paused for a moment before continuing, he never once showed any emotion but a welcoming smile… “Now let us be getting down to business of sorts…” Zazzaa stated he drank his own glass of Dalaran wine… “I know that you such individuals of great importance have a contract to help protect the cartel against those who be causing such troubles… That be meaning that people’s such as yourselves have skills in such things?” Zazzaa stated before standing up and pacing near the window, “The crowds in a place such as this enjoy seeing new and exciting things… I was believing that perhaps you might be such a thing! How does one’s such of your self feel about killing a few minor beasts for a small share of the moolah?” Zazzaa asked, he watched again as roaring flames spread across the arena lighting up his face in orange…
A small knock was heard at the doors behind them, Zazzaa turned to look before a small goblin peaked in… “Ah boss… We might be having a problem… Our animal guy is getting mouthy… He left the arena…” The goblin squeaked out… Zazzaa remain still for a moment his face turning dark before regaining composure… “Go find out beast master, remind him of his contractual obligations… Be sure to visit his mothers shop while your out, such a kind women should know what her sons up too…” Zazzaa said calmly before returning his eyes back to the two elves, “I do be apologizing for such things, business is a fickle thing!” Zazzaa stated, he opened his arms looking welcoming again, “Let is discuss fighting in my arena? Shall we?” Zazzaa asked.
It take a few moments for the words that Master speaks to permeate the fogginess clouding Yumara’s mind. Orion had just collapsed in his space, and Yumara could feel herself being pulled into that same dark oblivion. However she could sense Master’s all powerful presence and she reached for it. Wrapping herself around it, entangling herself within it. She felt that all encroaching darkness slowly slip away. Still her mind was foggy, and she felt slightly off. “Yes Master, it will be some time before Orion returns. He was a lot more damaged by what had happened then even I had suspected .” Yumara states, her hand crushing the material of his robe as she unconsciously tightens her grip on it. “The watchers will keep the forest in balance while Sericon recover.” With that said Yumara becomes silent.
Yumara didn’t hesitate in taking Master’s skeletal hand. Small vines growing from the bark like flesh, lightly wrap around the Master’s hand. A sign that she belonged to him and wanted the connection that they had. The fact she stood before him, and was not in a comatose state on the ground, was proof of just how much power he held over the her. “The ever changing future…” Yumara pauses for a moment a thought coming to her mind. “It will be interesting to see how High Magus Sericon, deals with the Izzabelle’s. If the other has awoken her thoughts and actions are much different from ours.” Yumara exclaims, as she approaches the Citadel that is being created by those elemental enslaved to the Master’s will.
One moment they were walking towards the Citadel, the next they were in the air above the construction. As the hovered there Master with a wave of his hand, Master brings into being a great obsidian platform. Stepping down onto it they make their way to the center, this would be where they would prepare for the future. Once at the center Yumara turns to face Master. She isn’t sure if he had been speaking to her, or to the billions of timelines, and possible futures that awaited him. Still it had been a command spoken aloud, and she obeyed it without hesitation. So she stood facing his mesmerized by the darkness that swirled around him, the the thousands of tentacles that moved withing that blackened void.
The darkness spread out from Master, like a heavy fog. Soon it closes around the both of them, concealing them withing it’s ebony embrace. The darkness seeps through her flesh, oozes into her mind. Then in an explosion of light and darkness, millions of futures appear before Yumara. It is strange to see millions of possible futures, when she herself is the creation of millions of pasts.
Valenae could hear Marcc speak, she tried to reply but was unable to control her own body. She was in horrendous amounts of agony, it felt like her insides were being eaten at by high corrosive acid. Yet she was unable to speak or move to let anyone know of her dilemma. Still Marcc’s druidic magic managed to keep the poison from spreading to fast. Valenae cringes inside at the mention of Thorny Stankroot, that crap was nasty. She had heard that it could cure the deadliest of poisons. Right about now she was game at trying anything to end this all consuming agony she was in.
Valenae fely her jaws being pulled open, then felt the the sticky fluid of the root, along with Marcc’s blood spill into her mouth, and over her tongue. At first there’s no reaction, as the foul fluid runs to the back of her mouth and drips down her throat. Then her body convulses hard, arching up off of the table. Her eyes dart around wildly, her feet, and hands twitch and clench uncontrollably. Turning her head to the side, she starts vomiting up large amounts lumpy of blackish red fluid. It exits her mouth with enough force that it splatters a good 4 yards across the floor. To Valenae it feels like she is quite literally throwing up her insides. To her it’s forever before she finally stops hurling. In actuality it hadn’t even been a minute.
As Marcc, stood there, he would see same blackish red fluid Valenae was vomiting up, was also seeping out of the wound in her side. The rotting dead flesh that spread ot away from the terrible wound, starting bubbling up. As they grew they explodes, thick while puss spilling out of them. When the puss was wiped away, beneath it was healthy looking pinkish colored flesh. Soon the convulsions stop, Valenae no longer in danger from the poison. With it out of her system shy winces, slowly she lifts the wreckage of her hand up to examine the damage. “Freaking Hell, why is it always the trigger hand.”
As soon as Marcc had passed through the portal with Valenae, and Verricc. Along with the other crew members in need of immediate medical attention, Miya closes her portal. It would be easy for her to just blink back onto the deck of the Crimson Quell. She looks out across the deck of the doomed Frigate one last time. The broken bodies of the frozen pirate hunters were starting to thaw. They quickly bled out, dying among moans and cries of pain and agony. Watching their faces when they realized that death was inevitable, gave Miya a sort of twisted pleasure. One poor lad got himself speared through the gut by the sharp wooden edge of one of the poles that once held up the sails. He would most likely still be alive when the seagulls started feeding. Stepping up to the edge of the ship next to the Captain, she nods. She is ready to leave this wreck behind, let the seagulls claim their nesting grounds.
“Indeed we did Captain.” Miya states with a smile, “Although I didn’t like the way our prized sharpshooter looked when Marcc went through the portal with her.” Miya say with a slight growl of anger entering her normally soft voice. “I don’t think they will be able to save her hand.” she says with certainty. “Although that will not matter if they cannot cure the poison those wretches used. I do hope the cowardly cur paid dearly for it Captain.” stopping she pushes her hair out of her face. “Yes let us abandon this nesting ground, it would seem it’s new inhabitants are eager to claim it.” Grinning Miya tilts her head back. Circling above them in the sky are about three or four dozen seagulls. The smell of dead flesh would soon call more of those carrian scavengers to the wreckage. Blinking Miya appears at Captain Corttez’s side on the Crimson quell.
Miya move towards the side of the vessel that was facing the scuttled capital ship. This time it was going to be an outright massacre, they didn’t have time to play around with their victims. As they approach she turns her head to the left following Captain Corttez’s gaze. There twisted around the sail was their little songbird. the crew of the vessel now enslaved to do her bidding. She was using her control over them to force them to attack the Capital ship. Afterwards she would eat well for days.
Just as she had thought it was a bloody massacre, the crew of the Capital ship didn’t stand a chance. Bodies were ripped to shreds by both the grapeshot and the exploding wooden planks. Those that survived would either be claimed by fire, blood loss, or the sea. over the deck of the Capital vessel the sky split open. Razor sharp shards of ice raining down upon those seeking shelter in the center of the vessel. their bodies being sliced into ribbons. The vessel didn’t last but for a few moments. to the left the Siren crashed her vessel into the jagged rocks which lined the rocky coast. She looks at them from across the way waiting.
Miya looks across at the Siren, she had done her job, and had kept her part of the deal. “Aye Captain, I say we let our little songstress feed, she has earned it.” Miya replies, then she turns to the Corttez and smiles evilly. “Besides she has the summoning circle carved onto both her back and her tongue. We can call her back when she is needed again. Once a member of the Crimson Quell, always a member of the Crimson Quell.” Miya then step back and turns to walk towards the door that would lead to the Galley. “Shall we see how our marks-woman is fairing?”
Nihsa looked across the expanse at the Frigate across from them. It looked like the Captain and the Crimson Quell crew that had boarded it were nearly finished. Goods from the dead vessel were starting to appear on the deck of the Quell. A gift from the little Princess. “Aye it be about time dat we wipe da trash from da deck.” Nihsa says with a laugh. Slamming her hand down onto the deck of the Quell, force lightning blasts from the point of contact. It streaks across the deck at a group of pirate hunters that had just taken out one of the Quell’s cannoneers. The lightning strikes the three fools and rips through them, tearing their bodies asunder. It then rebounds of the cannon ripping through them a second time. The remainder of their bloody, broken, still smoking bodies, are blasted off of the ships deck.
The moment the Captain gave his order Nihsa was back at the Helm. Closing her eyes she once more called upon the elements of water, and of wind. Like always they are quick to answer her call. Unlike many she did not demand she asked, and they answered her call. The Crimson Quell is soon crashing through the waves approaching the Capital Frigate. She knows that this will be a quick battle, they didn’t have time to clean out another vessel. There were Quell pirates in need of medical attention. Nihsa knew from speaking earlier with Marcc that young Valenae had been poisoned and wasn’t doing so well, Verricc had taken damage as well. All in all less then half a dozen of the Quell’s crew lay dead. Still the death total could rise if the injured weren’t treated. Then again sometimes the very treatment could be the death of them.
Nihsa held the ship steady as the crew unloaded cannons full of grapeshot on the capital vessel. Screams of horror, pain, and despair filled the air like a macabre symphony, accompanied by the shrieking sounds of cannons being fired, the thunderous booms as they struck the hapless ship. Yet it was silenced all to soon, as most good music is. Nihsa looks out across the sea in time to watch the Frigate the Siren now controlled crash into the sharp jagged rocks that jutted up from the sea, like the claws of some horrific beast prepared to rend to shreds all that dared come near.
Nihsa catches the last bit of conversation between the Captain and the little Princess. “Captain if you be ready to take da helm, I will go and aid Marcc, an da chef with da healing.” Nihsa says.
Sericon growled before preparing himself for the fight, “Rarely…” The elf was a little annoyed that his lab and work area now lay in ruins… It was lucky for him however he wouldn’t need to hide his true ability behind some heroic mask… Pretendibg to be apart of the Kirin Tor…
Sericon had not expected such a change from the women who had just moment before been so weak, so ashamed of what she was so fearful… Was this even the same person?? “One does not fear what one understands!” Sericon explained loosing a blast of fel flames at the trogg intruders!
Pintee yelped in fear contorting his body to repeatedly dodge the curved blade, all the while Pintee’s hand flowed with a green light as he roasted the hair of the trogg he was riding! The imp gasped as the trogg scored a lucky hit, the imp fell to the worms head grasping his wound, “Oh the pain! Oh the agony!” The imp cried as he reached out with his arms! The trogg seeing his prey now weakened pulled the imp up ready to bite down upon its head! “Just kidding!” Pintee squeaked loosing a ball of fel flames into the troggs open gullet! Pintee revealed he had faded partway into the nether the blade never truly injuring the small demon… Pintee stood tall, for a imp like a human triumphant over a dragon before a second trogg swung his club! Pintee arrogant and overzealous was not prepared as his small form flew from the blow impacting into a nearby wall… “wha… ta… swing…” Pintee gasped his leg broken his arm twisted backwards at a odd angle. The trogg who had delivered such a blow snatched the reins from the burned trogg beginning to direct the worm himself!
Sericon watched as Izzabelle used his blade to bisect a overtly aggressive trogg before returning to her own form of clawed combat… What a truly remarkable creature… Sericon couldn’t remain too distracted however as more troggs rushed in blindly to fight the trio! Sericon now in a much open position was able to cast more complex spells, gesturing one hand to a troggs corpse and the other across the room, a roaring green flame shot to life! The visage of a screeching trogg Skull writhed in the flames as it careened into three troggs who had inexplicably bunched up! A rocking explosion sent the creatures crashing into the nearby walls as the insidious flames ate away at their bodies!
Sericon pulled his hand back ceasing the raging demonic flames he had spread… “That won’t do…” Sericon stated glancing around the room he could only see one option to such a problem… When one had a big hole they needed something to clog it up! Sericon extended his hands focusing on the powers he commanded, with a quick gesture the deceased troggs’s souls were ripped from their corpses before Sericon began to channel the power into a overwhelming blast… Other warlocks had called this spell a chaos bolt, Sericon was about to make a bigger one than he had ever done before! Sericon nearly loosed the spell when another cave wall came crashing down causing Sericon to stumble and sending the chaos bolt off target! The room glowed in green light as the chaos bolt screeched across the room before slamming into a the ground near the recently opened wall! A chaotic explosion rang out as troggs were thrown back and the spell caused shards of rocks to clatter around the room!
Pintee still lie groaning until he felt the lovely excess demonic energy surge through the room… Forcing himself up the imp spat some fel blood at the wall before lobbing a fire bolt at a rising trogg! “Take that stone eater!!” The imp roared conjuring a few more blasts of flames!
Sericon was quite confused he was sure Izzabelle had been awake and conscious enough to know where she was and a rough idea how she got here. Was it such a defense mechanism that Izzabelle had been completely remade in her attitude and behavior? Would the frightened and reserved Izzabelle ever return? “It’s kinda a long story!” Sericon said taking his hand and gesturing up he conjured a furious ball of roiling fel flames before with a roar he jabbed his hand into the floor causing a 360 blast of fel fire to wash around him! “Indeed, lets send them all to hell!”
“well that is nice to know.” Izzabelle says with a slight grin. “Besides your neighbors are rather rude. I mean there’s like a perfectly fine door right over there.” Izzabelle says nodding over at the locked door.
While Sericon started casting his spell, Izzabelle moved to keep the wretched troggs away from him. Two leapt up out of the hole left by the massive worm, wielding giant clubs. The clubs had rusty iron spike driven through them, and were caked in blood and other foul substances. Izzabelle rolls out of the way as one of the clubs comes crashing down towards her. The trogg lets out a angry bellow as it strikes the stone floor, shattering chunks from it. Striking fast Izzabelle slices the troggs wrist, severing rocky flesh, muscles, tendons, and ligaments. The trogg goes to lift the club with it’s now useless hand, and watches as it drops to the floor… Grinning Izzabelle snatches the club up off the floor. "Here, let me help you with that. Calling up her demonic strength, she swings the club at its head. There’s a sickening wet crunch as it strikes. The troggs face had been crushed into it’s brain, one of the long spike was sticking out of the back of it’s head. it falls backwards back down into the pit.
The second trogg swings his club, Izzabelle brings up her fel dagger to parry it. The club strikes the fel dagger with enough force it snaps the blade, izzabelle lets out a stream of colorful words as the busted blade pierces the meaty part of her upper left arm. Her blue eyes flash a hellish green for a moment, as the blade in her arm turns into liquid fel, and spills from the wound cauterizing, it and forming a protective armor around it. The trogg seeing that it destroyed her dagger swings down, just as Izzabelle kicks out, and sends the wretched creature flying across the room. It strikes the wall just as the wall comes crashing down.
Izzabelle was quite certain that Serican had not planned on this being the destination of his spell. Still it seemed to slow those busting through the wall down. The massive blast had sent the ones in the front crashing back into the tunnel. Their bodies shattered by the explosion of chaos magic.
“Let’s” Izzabelle says with a sinister smile. With Sericon’s spell stunning the troggs for a moment, Izzabelle pulls up her arm, and starts carving symbols into the demonic flesh. With every slash she utters words in demonic. Sericon would know what she was doing, she was summoning a demon. With every syllable uttered the demonic aura around her grew. The flesh on her arms bubbled up and burst into fel flames. Izzabelle kept chanting through the horrific pain. She was so lost in her summoning she didn’t even notice the tears of agony that slipped down her face. With a final word she points her hand at the newest opening in the wall. “As is my birth right I summon thee.” before her a massive Inferal core appears and goes streaking across the room. As it strikes the troggs it explodes into an infernal, raging it strikes the troggs and sends them crashing into the walls. “Bring it down.” Izzabelle screams as the Infernal moves into the mouth of the tunnel. Bringing it’s fist up it strikes the stone above it, the room shakes, with the impact, cracks forms in the rocks above. A few more blows and the tunnel should collapse.
It takes Jaseiah a moment to pull her eyes from the spectacle taking place in the Arena below them. One cannot help but notice the glint of longing in her eyes as she watches the battle taking place. Pulling her attention from the battle below, she turns to face the snazzily dressed goblin. “I am finding your arena to be very much enjoyable.” Jaseiah says, looking the Goblin up and down. from the way he was dressed, Jaseiah could tell he was someone of Importance.
Jaseiah grins, “You could say that people such as ourselves have ways of discovering thing. One such discovery brought us to your home of Kezan.” Jaseiah say gesturing around her. Then she let’s out a small sigh, “Sadly not all of our kind, are the types to enjoy such sports.” she states with a mock look of grief. “However we two are not amongst them.” Jaseiah smiles at Aeseir as she says this. He knows that Jaseiah is about to do something rash.
Jaseiah bows down respectfully as Zazzaa formally introduces himself. “Greeting’s Zazzaa, I’m Jaseiah Warrior Mage, of the Kirin tor. It is an honor to meet one with such an entertaining establishment.” she states.
Jaseiah nods her head in thanks as she takes the glass from a nervous looking female Goblin. “Mmmm!!! Dalaran wine, I haven’t had any since we left to travel here weeks ago.” Jaseiah says as she swirls the liquid in the glass. Jaseiah Turns to Zazzaa, "I don’t wish to seem rude but in the line of work that we do, one can never be to careful.With that she speaks a few words in her native tongue. A moment later an aura wraps around the glass, in a flash it is gone.
Jaseiah couldn’t help but give a small derisive snort, when Zazzaa mentioned their contract with Maff’s boss. “Seriously they didn’t even ask for any proof. I mean honestly who just hire a group off the docks, without first at least testing them.” Jaseiah say in slight frustration. “I was thinking we would have to prove ourselves up to the job.” Jaseiah groans and runs her hands through her hair. Then her expression changes to one of calm serenity. “Then we heard the explosion coming from your Arena. It was like the day of my birth, and Winters veil came all at once.” Jaseiah turns to look back at the view of the Arena through the large glass window. “Here is a place were one can prove their strength.” It was both a statement and a question.
Jaseiah’s eyes light up at the very thought of fighting. She knows although he is much better at disguising his emotional responses, that Aeseir is just as excited as she is. They both have the unquenchable thirst for battle, it is in their blood. “Allow me to speak with my brother for a moment.” Jaseiah says. The knock on the door gives her the opportunity that she needs to speak with her brother. Turning to Aeseir she smiles, and gives her best version of puppy dog pleading eyes. “Please Aeseir, you know you want to beat something up just as badly as I do. Besides I have an idea that might just help Mom with her research here.” Jaseiah says the gears in her brain working overtime. she doesn’t have the time to explain her plan before the owner of the Arena returns.
Jaseiah kicks back in her chair, crosses one leg over the other, and folds her hands across her chest. “Yes let us discuss fighting in your Arena, for a small share of the moolah… or perhaps something else?” Jaseiah says, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. She sits up straight and looks Zazzaa in the eye. “Tell me does this arena do tournaments? You see it’s my belief that to get anywhere here on Kezan, you must prove yourself to the locals.” Jaseiah explains, she could be wrong, but she was rather certain she was right. “While they might be somewhat welcoming on the outside. Getting closer to the inside might prove complicated, without the needed respect.” Jaseiah states firmly, " Aeseir and I, will face off against your minor beasts in the Arena. In return we wan’t to be able to fight in the next major Tournament this place has." Jaseiah says “Of course we will have to work around our service to the cartel we have been hired to protect.”
Aeseir watched as Jaseiah rushed to the window watching as the red hydra in the goblin arena scoured the place with raging flames of hatred… Aeseir watched however he tried to keep his enthusiasm more internal lest the pair was being observed… Still the idea of slaying such a beast in the arena surrounded by the screaming roars of cheers… The exhilaration of battle was something Aeseir craved pretty badly…
Aeseir turned to look at the goblin walking into the room, his familiarity meant this place and the arena was likely his… Aeseir’s thought were confirmed as the goblin spoke…
Jaseiah spoke first, she saw as he did this goblin held himself at a different level of professionalism, this was the head honcho or someone near that position… Aeseir took a deep breath, they should act with caution, one could only guess how this new race acted when they had power to throw around… Aeseir said nothing letting Jaseiah take the lead on communication, if he was needed he could react in a instant…
Aeseir could already feel where Jaseiah was going with this, she much like him longed to be in the arena… Aeseir was such that even trying to look stoic and removed he constantly glanced at the arena below as small figures scattered as the hydra attacked again…
Aeseir bower his head, “Greetings Zazzaa, your hospitality is legendary… I am Aeseir, spellbreaker for the Kirin Tor. It is a pleasure to meet you…” Aeseir stated his look confident and powerful, he was trying to make the Kirin Tor and his family as they should be represented, honorable and powerful…
Aeseir also took the wine from the nervous goblin but waited until Jaseiah preformed her magic before looking at his own glass… It had no different smell and if it was poisoned it likely would’ve been both glasses poisoned… Aeseir took a small sip remaining standing at attention while the two spoke…
Aeseir waited as they spoke taking Jaseiah’s lead, she was right the idea that the goblins hired anyone off the docks to fight their war was odd… Were they perhaps losing the war against the other goblins inside Kezan? In truth Aeseir was concerned that he had not even seen a battleline or fortresses, what was goblin war like??
Aeseir looked at Jaseiah as she spoke, she was right, the elf longed to cut opponents apart… “I believe mother would not be too upset if we were fighting in a arena so long as it helped her research and we still went home for dinner…” Aeseir said completely serious thinking hard about his words… Still we can’t seem to eager…
Zazzaa returned to them, Aeseir however was now paying close attention for a moment the goblin seemed furious over something that had occurred with his own arena… It would be something to keep a eye on… Still Jaseiah spoke for them, Aeseir focused on Zazzaa’s emotions… Now it was up to the goblin to respond…
Zazzaa gave a large grin as he crossed his hands together, “I am to say happy to hear you say such things.” Zazzaa spoke, he always looked relaxed and in control when he spoke… Nearby the hydra scoured the arena again painting Zazzaa’s face in orange flames…
“I am glad to find then, one such as yourselves that are the kinds of elves I like to meet.” Zazzaa said, “I have had perhaps many elves grace my arena who were perhaps not up to the challenge that my arena provides…” Zazzaa stated his tone aloof despite the serious undertone…
“Simply amazing, yes in my arena we might introduce you as Jaseiah the Warrior mage and Aeseir the Spellbreaker, Champions of the Kirin Tor!” Zazzaa said exaggerating his arms as he spoke, “You there!” Zazzaa snapped at a nearby goblin, “Write that down!” Zazzaa stated before returning to the conversation… Flames flared up once more as the hydra shrieked…
Zazzaa nodded his head, “No offense at all! The goblin society way of things is how you say a dark thing! I have too had a servant or two of mine check drinks for poison! It’s just how things are as you say can be in a goblin stab goblin world!” Zazzaa said his grin large, the elves were gonna fit in just right in the arena…
Zazzaa smiled, “What the trade prince died for the Cartel and what I do for my arena is different, he wants men on the front line.” Zazzaa said, “The trade war is a wild thing, for a moment you be believing things are safe, later a group of goblins bust down the doors and toss Molotov cocktails in your place of residence!” Zazzaa said he seemed unfazed by the statement of clear danger though, as if in his arena home he was more immune to such things like that…
Zazzaa nodded his arms wide, before dealing with the situation… This beastmaster has become unruly, he hardly did what Zazzaa wanted to make him do… His beasts were great, the hydra in the arena a wild beast loaded with steroids and drugs for fighting. “Bring him back now…” Zazzaa growled to a nearby goblin before returning to the elves…
Zazzaa leaned forward, “Something else is what your saying?” Zazzaa tapped his chin not breaking eye contact for a meager second… “Let me be guessing what you might be asking about… Your mother… She came to Kezan to study Kajamite yes?” Zazzaa leaned back, he had already had goblin workers scouting the potential pair of elves for fighting that and Maff had seen the papers the mother had before leaving. “A hard substance to come upon if your not a goblin… Those trade princes made all Kajamite legally goblin property… But for one such as yourselves, let me see what I can be doing…” Zazzaa stated his eyes alight he nearly had two new arena subjects…
Zazzaa nodded, “Indeed we do be perhaps having tournaments of a kind, and your obligations to the cartel are welcome here, we are of the same cartel… The only rule we be having here in the arena is don’t be losing the arena’s money.” Zazzaa stated his eyes serious, “We will have to have some paper work for you to be signing befor-…” Zazzaa stopped as the hydra shrieked louder than usual spraying flames up into the air… A goblin covered in leather bust through the door, “Boss, the beast killed the contestants and she’s out of control! We can’t find the beastmaster!” The goblin screamed, Zazzaa looked furious once more before a moment of inspiration hit him… Zazzaa turned back to the elves, “You mentioned that nobody tested you eh? Well you might be getting what one calls a chance at testing! Best that hydra, I’ll get you in the next tournament as soon as possible.” Zazzaa said he glared at the leather clad goblin. “Lead them to the arena floor!” Zazzaa commanded.
Although Jaseiah’s attention was drawn back to the fighting happening below them in the Arena. From the corner of her eye she kept watch of the snazzily dressed Goblin. This arena belonged to him, Jaseiah could easily see both Aeseir, and herself, excelling in a place like this. A smile forms on her face as she watches the Hydra’s flames wash over its prey. Combatants actually, but who was she kidding.
Jaseiah now turns away from the fight below to give her full attention to Zazzaa. “Yes they’are those Elves who are more talk, and less action.” She states with a small smile, Aeseir, and her had a way of putting braggarts into their proper place. “My brother, and I, are some of the more powerful members of the Kirin tor. That strength is one of the reasons that we are hear.” Jaseiah states truthfully. Before they had left, they had both been approached by one of the higher ups. Members of the Kirin tor had been disappearing on Kezan. Their job was not only to help their Mother, it was also to try and figure out what was happening to the Kirin tor members that were vanishing.
Jaseiah stares at Aeseir in awe for a moment, he always looked so confident and in control. (Unless he was on a boat.) Still he had an air about him that demanded respect. Jaseiah had more of a powerful but slightly mad air about her. The two of them working together were one hell of a team.
Jaseiah couldn’t help it that her eyes lit up when Zazzaa mentioned how he might intruduce them when they fought in the Arena. Still she shouldn’t seem so eager, even if she was very eager to test her skills.
Jaseiah grins and lightly nudges Aesier with her elbow. “Aesier if you become any stiffer, someone is bound to declare you dead.” Jasiah says with a smile, her excitement barely contained.
Jaseiah nods at what Aesier is saying, she knows their mother will be okay with them fighting as long as they came home at night. “I agree dear brother, besides I believe we can obtain something here that might greatly help mother with her research.” She says before taking on a more serious tone. “I also think this might be a good place for us to see about the little side job.” Jaseiah says, she know Aesier will know what she is talking about.
Jaseiah isn’t surprised that Zazzaa knew what it was she was talking about. Ahcirej wasn’t the first one to be sent to this Island to study the magical intellectually enhancing properties of Kajamite. “You would be guessing correctly Arena Master Zazzaa.” Jaseiah states. Jaseiah knows from those that have returned that the Kajamite had legally been declared Goblin property. Still if Zazzaa, could get them even a small unaltered piece it would help their moth greatly. Jaseiah also wanted to fight in this arena because gladiators talked, she has this feeling that some of the fighters here might know something about the missing Kirin tor members.
Just as Zazzaa started to mention something about paperwork needing to be signed, the hydra below lets out a massive shriek, before painting the air with flames. This time however the screams coming from the crowd weren’t just those of excitement and anticipation. There was fear mixed in with those screams.
Well that explained it, if something wasn’t done soon, some of the audience member would end up becoming snacks for an obviously enhanced hydra.
Jaseiah grinned and turned to Aeseir, “I think it’s about time to earn ourselves a name here dear brother.” Jaseiah says to him, before turning to Zazzaa. “You have yourself a deal, Aesier and I will deal with the Hydra.”
As they are lead to the Arena, Jaseiah can smell the smoke in the air, she can taste the fear from the onlookers. She can feel the adrenaline, the exhilaration of being to fight once more.
“That is something I suspect as well, it will not help the timeless feline that the nether itself is chaotic in the ways that time moves.” Isaik stated before gazing out at the forest that had begun to take roots among the world, it was only for now that the forest would clash against the never ending erosion of fel in this world… Isaik stared out seemingly staring into nothingness, he could easily introduce astral glory to this world, the herb easily helping act as a buffer between the dried expansive fel cracked lands and the forest itself… However Isaik fully knew Izzabelle’s reaction to the herb, was it worth the risk?
Isaik turned his gaze upon Yumara, her words breaking through the multitudes of plans in his soul… “His bond will guide him… His mind will find a reason… They would not be bonded so if he turned on her so easily…” Isaik stated, he had seen many who witnessed things they could not understand create reasons in their minds… Sericon did not need to know the whole story yet, his mind would create a acceptable version of the truth to the knowledge he knew… For what could Sericon possibly know definitively about the first felblood demoness he ever met…
Isaik had not moved, but one might not know it, the undead creature looked as if it floated through the consuming darkness as sparks of light flashed in the backgrounds… Isaik truly wondered if Yumara could take the true brunt of what they might see… There were many reasons why it had seemed the void drove those insane with what they saw… With trillions of possible futures erupting from every possible second of existence it was common to see the deaths of loved ones, failures of great plans and collapse of a way of life… In the infinite one would see infinite…
The first flashes of the infinite began to become clear, Salkeen’s children fought in a large metal arena against a great red scaled beast with multiple heads! It was hardly normal creature, it’s eyes furiously red and black, it’s mouth foamed from drugs that had been injected into the creature… It was far deadlier than a regular hydra… Isaik watched the two elves fight, the vision before them becoming overlapped as multiple outcomes changed the battle just slightly… In a few Aeseir had stumbled and burned alive, or others dark fates occurred to Jaseiah… Isaik gave these ends no attention, the endless pieces of time would always show death no matter how little the chance might be…
Isaik watched as the children stood victorious over the fallen beast, roars of cheering filling the stands… The leader of this place, a pair of eyes in a dark hat offered them congratulations but as always offered a new task! Find the beastmaster!!
Other images whirled into being, Sericon in his warlock form and Varicar has found the location they needed to find the living tome… To the south of a isle of skittering beasts laid a isle of those who coveted what they found… In other images Isaik watched Sericon and Izzabelle battle troggs and worms and Varicar and Amberlei fought through cultists lying just underneath their home… a scarred women was what they sought… In visions as with Aeseir and Jaseiah before, visions of potential failure played out and the elves died… Again Isaik paid no heed to such things, he would not have been reborn at all if they had originally failed…
Images of Aeseir and Jaseiah flashed to the forefront again as they battled in the arena, wild beasts, other humanoids stood to face them… Yet occasionally came the visage of a troll… No it was taller… A Zandalari… Cursed to lament within the arena a slave… Other images flashed before Isaik, Aeseir and Jaseiah in chains, the pair of eyes underneath that dark hat glared at them! “SLAVES!!” A goblin voice called out… Other images arose, Aeseir and Jaseiah shook the hand of the pair of eyes beneath the dark hat, a green rock passed to the elves… In the arena it seemed Aeseir talked to the troll… He became more than a spellbreaker… Had the troll taught him something??
Isaik watched as bald goblins stormed a house and the arena throwing fire and cursing death! They raged through the area before returning to the deep of the caves… Isaik twitched as he felt something Aeseir and Jaseiah fighting into the depths and there was this beastmaster… Slain in a chair… And yet… Isaik saw the red planet with life pushing ever forward, the beastmaster stepped into the light marveling at the life before him eager to create!
Isaik shuddered as the visions shot forward inexplicably… This was after there trip through time… A pair of glowing blue eyes and a metallic shrieking… It was cold and lifeless much like Isaik himself… Except Isaik did not see himself or Yumara… There was no sign of them… Isaik ended that vision with a twist of his hands before focusing towards Yumara, had she handled the chaos of potential futures without harm? What would she see in this removing of the veil…
Yumara tilts her head slightly as she looks at Master. "Orion is well aware of how time effect the Nether Master. Yumara says her hand still tightly gripping the sleeve of his robe. “Still giving that Izzabelle is of importance, I would think he wouldn’t have let things go that far.” Yumara finishes with a sigh. She understands that it is partially her own fault for bringing their Izzabelle here. Yet how was she to know that this would happen? She had lived so many lives, yet this was a first. She would set it aside for things to remember the next time arou… She looks at Master, her eyes taking in everything, perhaps there wouldn’t be if Master broke the cycle.
Yumara, releases her grip on Master’s sleeve, and concentrates on their strange connection. As this isn’t something he is trying to keep hidden, she can pick up flashes of thoughts and images. It takes her a moment to peice things together, to form a coherent thought. “I think if Master were to create a buffer of Astral Glory, between the forest here, and the every encroaching fel. Our Izzabelle should be fine, as long as she doesn’t injest the stuff, or roll around in it.” Yumara states.
“I do not fear him Turning on his bonded, I was merely thinking of how he might reconcile in his mind the drastic changes from one Izzabelle to the other.” she explains as her forest takes deeper root into the now living earth. Yet she can feel the fel slowly eating away at it, the agony as it is ever so slowly being burned away at.
If Master had remembered from Yumara’s time with Rogal, that she was unable to see visions of what the future might hold. the only glimpses she gets is when she chooses to look through Master’s own eyes. Those visions to her are seen as an audience member viewing a play. She feels removed from them, like they are not a part of her. The glimpses of deaths, don’t move her, one my think she was heartless. In a way she truly was, yet she had lived millions of lives, and death of those around her didn’t phase her anymore. She had lost the ability to truly care for all but a choice few lifetimes ago.
Still with her mind open, and the veil removed, she couldn’t stop the rising vortex of memories. Orion and her, had just reached their destination. Behind them the fight raged on, before them Ebony stood with Jericha, they doorway nearly complete. “Orion Now!” Yumara screams. Yet just as she says the words, Jericha turns her head and looks at them. “I think not.” She says with a look of pure malice. Then she speaks a few words in Shath’yar, and runes on the floor beneath him light up. “What’s wrong you wretched cat, feeling a bit time locked.” Jericha finishes with a cruel smirk, before turning to Yumara. “Your not wanted here, Yumara.” With that she returns to pouring her mind and soul into the portal. Yumara rushes towards them, but never gets there…
She is standing in a kitchen baking biscuits, sitting on a tray near her is coffee for two people. The vision changes she is now curled up in a chair, talking to someone who is back is towards her. She is lying in bed she can feel the warms of another beside her, then it is gone.
“Yumara clear the skies.” The figure below her screams, as they lead an army into battle, against a massive demonic invasion. The twisted crimson, on green fel green sky was filled with winged demons of many varieties, along with demonic vessels. Yumara shouted out orders to the Griffin, and Dragonhawk riders. “Bring them down!” She commands before going diving into action. Pulling out he bow she lets loose a barrage of arrows ripping into a large flock of felbats. They fell like rain from the sky, their bodies shredded. The Doomguard behind them send a blast of fel fire at her. Yumara flips backwards of the Dragonhawk, just as its chest explodes out of its back. Free falling she fires two arrows, the first severs its wings from its back the next buries itself through its eye and into whatever grey, or green, matter that was up there…
Mixed among visions of the past, where the glimpses that she got from looking through Masters eyes. Sometimes the two would combine and cause messed up versions of passed events. When Master ends the visions it takes a moment for Yumara to realize that he has done so.
Captain Corttez turned his head to his first mate and quartermaster, “I saw, also heard the boom of a cannon below deck… I be thinking they left that cur a pile of red ground meat!” Corttez spoke moving off the doomed vessel as he spoke, “Let the birds feast upon such filth, Let the sea hope they don’t get sick from the vile rot!” Corttez said he had little respect for pirate hunters! What respect could you give a man who hunted free man??
Corttez nodded his large head down, his hat blocking his eyes for but a moment, “Aye I suppose your right…” Corttez stated low, “We will let our songbird clean up after any stragglers… Once a member of the Quell, Always a member…” Corttez repeated a cold reminder that none ever left the ship unless they died!
“Aye I be taking the helm! You do what ye can to our rifle women! Try to be saving as much of that hand as ye can!” Corttez commanded moving to the helm and taking the wooden wheel in his hand, he brushed the wood grain with his hands before closing his eyes… The push and pull of the waves, the subtle wisps of the winds… Corttez was a experienced sailor, the sea spoke to him, not like it did to Nihsa, Corttez was no Shaman… But Corttez was a sea born Kultiran, they knew the sea like no other, the current of the ocean, the beasts that roamed beneath… Corttez opened his eyes he felt what he needed and turned the wheel just slightly, Corttez could not ask the sea to change her tides, so he followed her natural current! The boat picked up speed as the vessel moved forward towards Kultiran land!
With Captain Corttez taking the Helm, Nihsa was free to go and help Marcc, and the cook with the healing of the crew. "I be savin as much of dat hand of hers dat I can Captain.* Nihsa promises. Making her way to the make shift first aid area, *(Which is nothing more then a storage area that was quickly cleaned out.) she steps inside. There were at least a dozen crew members in different states agony, from their wounds. One guy was strapped down to a table, he was going to need his right leg sawed off below the knee. The cook gave the man a drink of the crews strongest alcohol. Then placed a stick in his mouth for him to bite down on. Placing a turnicate above where the leg needs to be removed. He lifts up a bone saw, and starts sawing the mans leg off just below the knee . The stick snaps under the pressure of the man biting down, and the room was soon filled with his agonizing screams.
Nihsa looks around the room, but doesn’t spot Marcc or Valenae at first. She then hears marcc speaking from the opposite side of some of the larger crates that couldn’t be moved. Nihsa rounds the corner, and jumps to the side, barely avoiding the projectile vomit coming from Valenae. That poor girl looked like she was about to hurl up her insides. from the pained look on her face, Valenae was likely feeling that she was. From where she stood she couldn’t see the full damage to Valenae’s hand. “We cannot be returning what is gone, dis we know, we save what we can.” Nihsa states, moving into the room.
Once the poison has been purged from Valenae’s system, Nihsa moves up beside her. Reaching out she takes Valenae’s ruined hand in her own. Examining it carefully, Nihsa shakes her head. “I can save de thumb, and one of da fingers, da rest there’s nothing dere to save.” Nihsa says as she releases Valenae’s hand. “Dis will take a while, ye might be wanten a stiff drink.” Nihsa says to Valenae, before motioning for one of those helping to bring a bottle of their stongest spirits. Valenae grabs the bottle and takes a swig off of it. Wincing as Nihsa starts carving off the chunks of dead muscle and flesh. Nihsa heals as she cuts away to prevent to much blood loss, and to prevent infection from setting in. “Dat gun of yours, going to be needing fixed, so dat you can use it, yes?” Nihsa asks Valenae.
Varicar turned his sight upon his friend and confidant, “I expect nothing less…” Varicar stated before he grabbed a rope with one hand before sprinting as fast as he could in mere moments the top taut with length caused Varicar to run up the wall in a crescent arch! When he was high enough the elf released his hold of the rope before kicking off the wall! Backflipping through the air Varicar landed on the ledge the women had been standing…
Varicar nodded silently, stealth and caution was a wise approach, it was likely that the two wouldn’t have reinforcements anytime soon, not that they even desired to risk more of the cult…
Varicar watched silently as well taking extra notice of the massive trogg monstrosity… Where had this vile witch managed to find so many troggs to test her witchcraft upon… Had she somehow been furthering the growth of the trogg infestation beneath them this whole time?! Varicar continued watching as the mindless drudges of the filth they had once tried to kill spoke so brazenly about collecting his and Amberlei’s head… A foolish ambition if there ever had been one… Varicar leaned closer to Amberlei, his look serious, “Do you have any idea how to break that big ones will free of the follower? It might serve a great tactical advantage if our enemies become a bit more disorganized…” Varicar hissed silently, his plan was to try to get the larger trogg creature to turn on its allies… Killing the massive creature and the others almost once was a risky move he preferred to avoid…
A twisted grin distorts Amberlei’s face for a moment, as she nods her head. Reaching into her pouch she procures three more of the lifelike mechanical spiders. These serve a different purpose. Amberlei silently thanks Skalaz for both his creations, and his alchemy. Digging into a different pouch, she quickly pulls out a small vial, and a syringe. Swiftly she fills the syringe with the sickly looking grayish green fluid. Then she injects it into each of the spiders through a barely noticeable hole in the tops of their heads. “These adorable little things are meant to deliver poisonous bites.” Amberlei states her voice low, so not to be overheard. “The poison that I’m using will cause our massive trogg to go into a pain induced psychotic rage. It will be un controllable and will attack anything and everything.” Amberlei continues to whisper as she fills the last spider with the poison, and set the focus on the massive Trogg and lets them go. “Using three because of the size of that thing.” She whispers. She then moves a bit further back, and motions for Varicar to move back a little as well. The last thing they needed was for an psychotic enraged giant trogg to notice them before the time was right.
Through the eyes of the spider that was hidden in a small opening in the stone wall near the floor. The two of the watch as the spiders scurry across the floor, hardly noticeable with all the other cave spiders skittering about. The group is about half way across the chamber, when the spiders reach their target. They swiftly crawl up the massive mutant. Biting it on the ankle, belly and shoulder, they inject their poison into it. For a moment nothing happens, then it stops and lets out a pained grunt. The robed humans stop, and hiss. “Stupid beast get moving, one yells pulling out a rod he gives it a zap of electricity. The massive trogg lets out an enraged bellow that shakes the entire cavern that it’s in. The humans and Troggs have to dodge to prevent themselves from being crushed by some of the falling rocks. Two of the troggs aren’t so lucky and find themselves crushes beneath a massive rock slab that most likely weighs close to two tons. One of the robed figures curses and speaks a word of command to try and subdue, the massive beast. The collar around its neck light up and burns at its rocky flesh. This only seems to enrage it even more, as it howls out in agony, and snatches the foolish wretch up off of the floor. Holding him by the legs he uses him as a club. Swinging him he strikes one of the troggs leaping at him. The sickening crunch of bones breaking can be heard when the human club, collided with the Trogg.
The man screams, pulling out a dagger, he stabs it into the massive mutants thumb. The giant trogg lifts the man above his head and bashes him repeatedly into the floor. After the third strike the screaming had become silent. The Trogg didn’t stop until there was nothing left but an unidentifiable mass of ground up meat and tiny bone sprinters. It then left at the other troggs, who were proving to be rather useless. Their clubs and crude looking axes, and maces, were bouncing of the enraged giant troggs legs. Grabbing one with each massive hand it slams them together. The sound of rocks being ground up is accompanied by these horrific shrieks as the two doomed troggs are ground into dust. Bringing its foot up it crushes two more, their blood and cuts oozing up between its toes. Three more quickly find themselves being swooped up, and shoved into the mutants massive maw. Both Amberlei, and. Ari ar watch as the three troggs are eaten alive. Each bite from the mutant beast causing blood, and innards, to splatter everywhere.
The last of the troggs and the robed human turn to run, the massive trogg lumbering after them. The human reaches an open the wall to small for the massive mutant to enter. The massive trogg drives its hand into the opening. A moment later it pulls out the robed figure who is screaming in terror. Making a fist around the doomed woman’s head, her screams become muffled. Her body, and legs, flail about as it starts squeezing her head. There’s a wet pop, and the body goes limp. The massive trogg opens its fist, covers in blood, skull fragments, and brain matter and lets the body drop. It then turns and sniffs the air, letting out another enraged bellow it turns in the direction of the tunnel that Amberlei, and Varicar, are in. Slamming its massive fists into the ground it rushes towards the opening.
Amberlei turns to Varicar, “you ready to put this mutant trogg down Watcher.” She asks pulling out her blade.
Skalaz nodded, pushing himself up once more… “You are Indeed and unfortunately right… That stump may serve us no more purpose than what it can for materials in creating your new hand…” Skalaz stated coughing hard before pushing off the nausea… Skalaz was determined to see to it that the priestess escaped the pit first, the goblin was arrogant, even in his condition he felt it right to stay below last lest any troggs return.
Skalaz stood placing a arm on the nearby wall as they pull Adelion to the top of the pit… After they hoisted her to the top down came the rope for Skalaz… Normally the youngish goblin wouldn’t need the help getting free of the pit, his magical ability easily allowing him to get out… But Skalaz was exhausted, he could use the lift… The rope came down once again for Skalaz, it was simply tied around him and up he went… His tiny goblin form no issue for trained human cult warriors…
Reaching the top Skalaz took another deep breath regaining what energy he could, he though clever for a goblin his age didn’t quite have the reserves of a older more experienced mage… Skalaz looked over to Adelion, “Follow me, we will begin the preparations for your hands…” Skalaz said before taking two steps, a hot flash washed over him… “On second though… You there!” Skalaz gestured to one of the many armored men who came after the collapse… “I need you to head to my alchemist lab and retrieve the chest on the south side of the room, try not to drop them…” Skalaz stated the vials and ingredients he would rested in that chest, sure not every mixture within was useful but Skalaz figured asking his armored friends for potassium, carbon, zinc, and thirty or more other elements would be too confusing…
As soon as Adelion was out of the flaming pit of death, and despair. A few of the guard that had pulled her up, free her of the ropes that were tied around her. One of the men that had pulled her to safety was the one that she had healed earlier. “I’m glad to see that the fires didn’t claim you as it did many of the others.” He tells her in a gruff voice. “At least it didn’t claim all of me.” Adelion states with a weak smile, as she looks down at the fused together lump of bones that were once her hands. “But thank you, I’m still alive and that is what matters most.” The man reaches out and places his hand on her shoulder. “That’s the spirit, a true member of the cult is what you are.” He says lightly squeezing, before pulling his hand away. Adelion couldn’t help but smile slightly at the comment. The man looks around the area before turning back to Adelion. “Where might the Watcher, and the Guard Captain be?” He asks his voice barely above a whisper, like he didn’t wish others to hear. “They took off in pursuit of the witch he is responsible for this.” Adeion explains, “I should go and help those that I can. The cult lost two of its higher ranking healers it the death pit.” Adelion says, her voice breaking. The man nods, as Adelion, walks away.
As Adelion moves among the injured, she realizes that the damage isn’t just physical. There’s also mental, and emotional, damage as well. Seeing your friends, those that you have worked beside for years, destroyed in such an horrific way. Would do terrible things to the mind of those who survived the ordeal. Even some of the toughest men were sobbing. Still they would all pull through, they would not let that wretched women destroy them. They were the cult of Zalak, and they would prevail. Adelion whispered words of encouragement, and spoke a few words of healing, to those who were in need of it. Yet after the first four, she stumbles, as a wave of weakness washes over her. She would have fallen if someone hadn’t caught her.
A few of the top healers had arrived to hel with those that needed immediate attention. “You have done enough, you need to rest before you become ill from magical, and physical exhaustion.” The woman holding her commands, in a stern voice. Adelion swallows hard as she is taken to an make shift cot, and made to sit down on it. I Don’t like not being active. When I stop moving, I can hear the screams. Those god awful horrific screams, that never end. she thinks shuddering slightly.
Adelion was glad to see that the Skalaz had made it safely up out of the pit. She is about to pull herself to her feet. When he motions for her to stop. She slowly places her weight back down onto the cot. She looks down at the lump that was her hands. To say that she wasn’t looking forward to this would be an understatement. She did trust Skalaz, he was known to of made some wondrous, and some horrific creations.