Temporus Simia Negotium (IC Closed)

[Aeseir-emerald-dream]

“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…

“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.”

Aeseir stood silently observing he too knew the other reason the two siblings were here… Apparently several other Kirin Tor members had gone missing after several days on the goblin isle… No matter how much the Kirin Tor pressed to learn what had indeed happened to the individuals sent over the goblins merely pushed the blame around the cartels… The only consistent explanations to only be told to the Kirin Tor was that the deeper the Kirin Tor agents had went the more dangerous things got… This meant despite what their mother perhaps hoped, at some point Jaseiah and Aeseir would need to trek into the baddest and worst neighborhoods Undermine had to offer…

“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…

Aeseir tilted his head slightly, the goblin sure was a excitable individual. His boisterous and energetic attitude slowly caused Aeseir to further lower his own guard despite the foreign place… Is this how goblins being such a new race managed to get involved with so many others in trade already?

“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!”

Aeseir placed his weight on his left foot as he listened to Zazzaa describe the dark and violent way goblin society could be… How many goblins had been poisoned by others? Did this mean that the group would have to check most if not all their food for potential poisoning?

Zazzaa smiled, “What the trade prince does 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…

Aeseir shifted his weight once more his eyes narrowing, could Jaseiah’s and Aeseir’s very mission put them all in very real and serious danger… Aeseir would never be able to forgive himself if Ahcirej was attacked and injured because of what he and his sister were investigating…

“Bring him back now…” Zazzaa growled to a nearby goblin before returning to the elves…

Aeseir watched the goblins attitude shift dramatically, he had become violently cold and malicious… Could Zazzaa be so cruel to the group if they didn’t do as he wished? Aeseir made a mental note to watch the cunning goblin lest they become his target rather than allies…

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.

Aeseir glanced at his sister, his eyes focused, “I am merely observing until my input is needed dear sister…” Aeseir stated, plus the way he stood made him seem perhaps otherworldly to the goblins that moved so odd… Aeseir peered to the left noting two goblins clad in black merely slouching against the wall, they seemed aloof and uninterested in either happenings before them…

“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.

Aeseir nodded discreetly to his sister as he watched the goblins around the room… One had now been watching them intently behind his black hat… Aeseir turned to get a better look, but the goblin now was looking away… Perhaps he had been to eager to see sabotage…

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…

Aeseir should’ve known they were being watched… Although this cartel seemed pleasant however the elf truly wondered if it was the only cartel that was watching them… Aeseir did relax when it appeared that Zazzaa would infact do what he could to secure Kajamite for them…

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.”

Aeseir nodded, “You have our word, we will not allow your arena to loose its livelihood.” Aeseir stated… If this is what it took to keep a goblin like Zazzaa loyal and not at their throats Aeseir was willing to oblige… Aeseir reaffirmed himself Zazzaa had done nothing so far to show he was untrustworthy to the elves…

“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.

The hydra in the arena grew more unstable flames reaching higher than ever before! Aeseir subconsciously drew his sword at the terrified shrieks coming from the crowd… Aeseir glanced at his sister…

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.”

Aeseir gave a small grin before nodding, hecwas more than ready to face off against the wild untamed beast below… To Aeseir the challenge of a great beast was far more enjoyable than the words exchanged between two parties vying for what they wished… Not that it wasn’t something Aeseir could do, the Kirin Tor had its inner workings of political shenanigans… But to Aeseir fighting, a challenge of strength was just simpler… Just like that they defended the stairs I’d the arena down towards the inevitable pit of combat the smell of flames and smoke filled the air as the shriek of the furious beast filled the air… It wasn’t long before they came upon a great metal door thrice locked by great metal bars…

“No time for theatrical stuff, flames and all don’t wait! So get in there!” The goblin clad in leather barked before with a few quick moves the doors locks were undone and the door creaked open!! Beyond the metal barrier was a world of fire and hell! The entirety of the arena floor was wreathed in flames, melted sand formed giant rivers of molten death that cut the arena floor apart, the elves would need to be careful not to fall into the burning death traps… Aeseir charged into the arena sword and shield at the ready, his eyes were sharp but still the elf did not see the great hydra that had caused such destruction in plain view… Aeseir held his shield at the ready as his sister joined him at his side before he heard it… A unmistakable hiss like a snake but much larger… From the molten liquid sand a great snake like head emerged before the other two emerged in two other locations, In unison the great beast turned its dark visage upon the elves… Its new prey… Before without warning the lead head in the center sprayed raging flames at the bunched up elves! Aeseir lunged infront of his sister raising his shield, it’s magical enchantments warding the flames away as they flooded over them… Aeseir thrust his shield forward and to the side dispelling the great spray of flames. The hydra hissed low a low rattling come from deep inside it as it observed its prey… “I got a idea, you take that head, I’ll take this head… And probably that one too…” Aeseir yelled he settled his eyes on the hydra heads on the left side of the arena… The hydra swayed slightly as it watched its prey, it was waiting for the elves to make a move… When they lowered their guard the beast was going to slam the sandy platform they were on with its great tail…

[Jaseiah-draka]

Aeseir glanced at his sister, his eyes focused, “I am merely observing until my input is needed dear sister…” Aeseir stated,

Jaseiah gives a small smirk, “Still you could look less dead, dear brother,” Jaseiah said jokingly, " before rigamortis starts setting in." Unlike Aeseir who always seemed so calm, Jaseiah was constantly switching her weight from one foot to the other. Her fingers fidgeting with her armor.

Aeseir nodded, “You have our word, we will not allow your arena to loose its livelihood.” Aeseir stated…

“As Aesier says you have our words. We will do nothing to cause your Arena to be looked upon unfavorably.” Jaseiah promises, looking forward to finally being able to fight. She was certain that Aeseir was also looking forward to doing something other then reading over some notes.

The hydra in the arena grew more unstable flames reaching higher than ever before! Aeseir subconsciously drew his sword at the terrified shrieks coming from the crowd… Aeseir glanced at his sister…

Jaseiah’s eyes narrowed as she heard the screams of terror now coming from the spectators. She nods as Aeseir draws his sword, without stopping she dons her claws. A strange choice in weapons she was always told. Yet to her they seemed as natural as the magic that she called upon. As they get closer Jaseiah can feel the heat permeating through the massive metal doors.

“No time for theatrical stuff, flames and all don’t wait! So get in there!” The goblin clad in leather barked before with a few quick moves the doors locks were undone and the door creaked open!! Beyond the metal barrier was a world of fire and hell! The entirety of the arena floor was wreathed in flames, melted sand formed giant rivers of molten death that cut the arena floor apart, the elves would need to be careful not to fall into the burning death traps…

The Goblin at the gate quickly ushered both Aeseir and herself into the Arena. Looking around her Jaseiah now fully understood how the Arena might of gotten it’s name. Rivers of molten rock separated the arena floor into different sections. Parts of the floor seemed to be collapsing in different areas leaving molten pools in their wake. Those would need to be avoided or dealt with. Both Aeseir and her would need to be wary wear they were stepping. A lava bath didn’t sound like a decent way to go out.

A unmistakable hiss like a snake but much larger… From the molten liquid sand a great snake like head emerged before the other two emerged in two other locations, In unison the great beast turned its dark visage upon the elves… Its new prey… Before without warning the lead head in the center sprayed raging flames at the bunched up elves! Aeseir lunged infront of his sister raising his shield, it’s magical enchantments warding the flames away as they flooded over them…

Jaseiah quickly ducks behind Aeseir as he brings up his shield, blocking the blanket of flames that washes over them. It isn’t until the fires die that Jaseiah get a look at the horrific beast. It looked like something from a nightmare. The way its massive heads swayed back and forth. The eyes that locked onto them promising certain death. Jaseiah could see that it was getting ready to pound the floor. Hoping to knock them off their feet and leave them stunned.

The hydra hissed low a low rattling come from deep inside it as it observed its prey… “I got a idea, you take that head, I’ll take this head… And probably that one too…” Aeseir yelled he settled his eyes on the hydra heads on the left side of the arena…

Jaseiah scans the arena before turning to her brother. “Great idea dear brother, I will deal with the right head, while you deal with the other to. I will also try and do something about the death trap that is the floor beneath us.” Jaseiah says just before she dart out from behind him and takes off for the right side of the arena. The massive draconic like head on the right whips away from the other two. Rearing up it spits out a stream of molten flames at her. Brings her clawed weapons together Jaseiah created a flaming barrier around her body. Still the heat from the flames singes the flesh on her arms, causing her to hiss in pain. When the fire dies down Jaseiah can see sections of the floor around her crumpling into the growing streams of molten rock. Casting Frost Nova she freezes the ground around her to prevent further erosion. The head lets out an ear piercing shriek of rage and lunges at her. Jaseiah swiftly dives to the left, choking slightly on the smell of fire and brimstone that emitted from the Hydra’s mouth. Whipping its head to the sideways, it catches Jaseiah in the side and sends her tumbling across the floor.

Digging her clawed weapons into the floor she stops herself from being sent into one of the fiery pools of death. Flipping to her feet she casts mirror image and rushes towards the hydra once more. Once again it rears back its massive head the flames could be seen dancing in it’s horrific jaws, before it let them loose. Hellish fire washed across the right side of the arena. The frozen ground from Jaseiah’s spell was now a boiling hot sauna. When the flame cleared Jaseiah was nowhere to be seen. A brief second later she appeared behind the head on the right side. Leaping up she slashes at the beasts neck with her claws, blood spraying out over her as she strikes. The head shrieks in agony and rage, before attacking again.

[Varicar-emerald-dream (Varicar)]

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.”

Varicar silently nodded, he remembered full well of some of Skalaz’s goblin mad creations… The green humanoid had many alchemical and chemical creations like the poison but only a few well made mechanical devices. Skalaz was a alchemist not a engineer, but every goblin had the potential to make a great invention regardless of its origins. The sheer fact that the mechanical creation supported the injection of the alchemical poison was a sign it was Skalaz made.

“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.

Varicar nodded whispering low, “Good call soldier…” He stayed before moving back silently with Amberlei… Varicar watched the plan closely begin to come to fruition, if the vile women would hide below in the tunnels using subtlety and stealth to cause pain against the cult Varicar and Amberlei would show them what true subversion was…

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.

Varicar watched the wild mutant trogg turn rogue on its allies and use its brute strength to tear them apart! This was the consequences of using a beast that you couldn’t truly control… Pitiful fools…

“I am always ready…” Varicar stated moving towards the end of the ledge that the vile women had stood upon… Varicar took a piece of the rope he had on his person, looping it over the edge of the area he stood before tossing a piece to hook onto a nearby rock… “I think you might remember this tactic?” Varicar stated, “Take the high ground.” Varicar commanded pointing to the rocky yet climbable rocks above the entrance the trogg would come from… Varicar stood ready, when the trogg charged forward at him, Varicar would leap backwards swinging safely out of the reach of the trogg by the rope. This was when Amberlei’s moment was up, engaging from high ground and behind the trogg the two elves could send the behemoth crashing into the same trap that had killed so many of their men… Varicar drew his polearm as he heard the trogg roar, it would be upon them any second now!!

[Amberlei-draka]

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.

“Oh! Crap!” Amberlei states as her and the watcher quickly move back down along the corridor. As the move, the two of them can hear the monstrosities, unnatural bellows of agony and rage. “Perhaps I gave it a little to strong a dose of poison.” Amberlei states as the continue moving swiftly around the few corners and down the path. Around the next corner and about 20 yards away was the ledge that witch had used to set off the trap that had claimed the lives of so many of the cults guards. Reaching the ledge, Amberlei turns to Varicar, “you ready to put this mutant trogg down Watcher.” She asks pulling out her blade.

“I am always ready…” Varicar stated moving towards the end of the ledge that the vile women had stood upon… Varicar took a piece of the rope he had on his person, looping it over the edge of the area he stood before tossing a piece to hook onto a nearby rock… “I think you might remember this tactic?” Varicar stated, “Take the high ground.” Varicar commanded pointing to the rocky yet climbable rocks above the entrance the trogg would come from…

Amberlei nods her head, using the stones that jutted out, she quickly scales the stone wall. Stopping on a ledge that was about 3 yards above the opening. From her spot above the ledge amberlei was unable to see when the massive trogg would arrive. oh but she could hear it, the horrific screams, the way the sone wall shook as the beast made his way towards them. Her sense of hearing let her know that it had just rounded that last corner. She reaches out and grabs hold of a piece of rock to help steady her as the mutant, rushes down the corridor straight for the Watcher. Amberlei crouches slightly ready to move when it is her time to act. She needed to wait for the right moment, a second to soon, or to late. Could prove to be disastrous.

The monstrous trogg sees it’s prey straight ahead, and it shrieks in rage. The agony it feels becoming worse by the moment, driving it further into the depths of insanity. It bursts out through the opening lounging at its prey. Varicar holds his ground to the very last moment. Leaping back he can feel the ghost of the massive mutant stone like finger, just as he swings to safety. The trogg let out a bellow that shakes some of the stones loose around the room. Amberlei knows that it has to be now, leaping down she lands behind the trogg. Using a hamstringing it she slices at both of its massive heels. As it starts falling forward, thing lets out another bellow, trying to correct it’s balance. “Not today.” Amberlei states as she brings her gauntlet down onto the stone unleashing her warbreaker. She watches with a smile as the ledge shatters and falls away. The massive mutant trogg grabs uselessly at the crumbling stones. Amberlei back-flips into the passage way as the beast along with the ledge crash down into the pit bellow. She watches as it falls into the lake of fire, massive pieces of stone crashing down into the lake as well. She watches, every muscle in her body tensed up. After a few moments the surface of the fiery lake becomes still.

She drops back just as the monstrous trogg comes leaping up out of the fiery pit, like it was shot from a catapult. Rivers of molten rock run down along its stone body. Landing just below the ledge It flings a massive handful of molting rock at Varicar. Reaching out, it snatches Amberlei by the leg, crushing like one would an empty can. Amberlei lets out an agonized screal as she is pulled from passage. The monstrosity dangles her upside down, from her pulverized leg. Molten rock drips down onto her armor, further damaging her, as the massive trogg brings her closer to it open mouth. as she reaches him she drives her blade into the roof of its mouth. The thing screams and drops her, just as she vanishes into the smoke, it grabs at Varicar.

[Marrc-emerald-dream]

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.

Marrc watched as Valenae reacted to the herb he had administered recoiling violently before expelling fluid all over the floor… Marrc has a serious look, it was likely that Valenae would still feel the stomach upheaval for months after this day…

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.

Marrc watched the vile fluid leak from her sides, before grabbing a cloth and wiping away the viscera and rot, revealing a more healthy flesh underneath… Even with such measures it was likely that it would take Valenae sone time to heal back to full combat capability… Marrc said nothing about the Valenae’s hand when she spoke up, it was not his way…

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.

Marrc looked over to see Nihsa enter the room ready to use her troll knowledge and skills to heal their fallen markswomen, “I be thinking you be right, Val here be lucky she didn’t be losing more!” Marrc stated, looking up to hear the cries of agony of a man losing his leg…

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.

Marrc watched as Nihsa began to preform her treatment removing pieces of Valenae’s flesh, before extending his hands and releasing nature magic… Marrc grunted low as he focused on his magic and the skin regrowth of Valenae…

“Dat gun of yours, going to be needing fixed, so dat you can use it, yes?” Nihsa asks Valenae.

Marrc grunted low once more, as he hard Nihsa ask about Valenae’s gun… “Captain knows of a place that might be being able to help us with her hand and gun… They don’t be kind…” Marrc growled low, the pair had once tried to reach a isle off of Stormsong… They were met by flying metal and fire across the water… When they managed to get close enough for a peak they saw moving suits of armor…

[Ahcirej-suramar]

With a few arcane words, and a flick of her wrist, Ahcirej quickly set all the papers, scrolls and documents back into order. Sighing softly she drags her fingers through her hair. It would seem Jaseiah was still under the impression that her mother hadn’t caught onto her little schemings to free up time for Aeseir, and herself. With the way she hauled her brother out the door earlier, Ahcirej was certain they wouldn’t be returning with anything soon. Trusting her soon to keep his sister from getting the both killed, Ahcirej steps out of their… What did Maff call it again… Ah! Yes, a crib. An odd thing to call your place of dwelling. Sure that she would be back long before her children returned. Ahcirej locked the door then retraced their early path back towards the docks, and the shops they had passed.

It takes a few minutes but finally the shop she was looking for comes into view. The best catch for your cash, as she is heading towards her destination, she passes another shop. There’s one of the many Goblins outside leaning against the building “Heya sweets, I got everything you be needing right here.” He states matter of factly, taking a puff from the cigar in his hands he pushes open the shop doors. Ahcirej not wanting to be rude, nods slightly and steps past him into the shop. It takes a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. But the shop looks like a armory, housing goods, and food market, all three up in there. Their were barrels of fish, chairs and tables stacked against one of the corners. Bolts of different colors, sizes and textures of fabrics. There were loaves of bread, dried meats hanging from the ceiling, a few weeks of cheese. They was a small alchemy area, with tubes, flasks, mortar and pestle. There was an area with scrolls , parchments, inkwells.

“Welcome to my humble shop toots,” the Goblin speaks, “If I ain’t got it, you don’t need it. Wiping his hand on his shirt he reaches it out. “Seeing as how you are here to fill my pockets toots, Names Dewey, Dewey Cheetum…” “Anne Howe.” Ahcirej lets out a startled gasp as a much younger locking female Goblin pops up from behind one of the counters. “I’m Anne Howe, welcome to our shop.” She was definitely much more chipper than the one she was currently talking to. The Goblin shakes his head. “This here is my partner in all things toots, together we make up the team of, Dewey Cheetum.” “Anne Howe.” The girl states once again her voice chipper. Ahcirej couldn’t help but feel that this duo would soon be relieving her of much of her gold. Still there were things that were needed back at their temporary residence. So she carefully makes her way through the shop and starts looking around.

[Sericon-gurubashi (Sericon)]

“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.

“Rude and unwelcome.” Sericon reiterated before with a twist of his hand a billowing green emerald flame engulfed a trogg entirely! The rocky ape howled in pain as the flames danced across its flesh hissing as they burned and cooked the creature alive… This was hardly the beginning for the warlock, Sericon’s hands danced and his fingers formed off symbols as he began to command the fel in more complicated ways! The warlock was cool focused as he made several symbols before he dragged his hands across his chest in a cross formation! The immolating troggs roared in further agony as the flames were energized by the spell commands consuming the dull creature at a accelerated pace, with the troggs consumption, Sericon glared at the other invaders of his lair… The warlock now has all the life he needed to truly show off his dark skills…

“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.

Sericon gave a dark grin as Izzabelle summoned the behemoth demon into the fray, her skills were quite exemplary! It was not common even for great skilled warlocks to summon infernals! Sericon pulled his arm back summoning Pintee to his shoulder, “Now you don’t see that everyday!” Pintee exclaimed hanging off Sericon’s shoulder like a monkey.

“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.

Sericon saw what Izzabelle was doing and with a few short gestures the warlock clapped his hands together forming a binding of fel energy before slamming his fists into the ground! The fel energy pulsed outwards as it corrupted the ground, Sericon pulled himself up gesturing with his hand, a fel laced rock hovered in the air before with a thrust Sericon sent the unstable rocky fel at the mouth of the tunnel! “Even with this tunnel gone we are far from over! I suggest we follow that worm hole to the source of this disturbance!” Sericon stated before with a quick move the elf created a triangle with his hands and sent a roaring blast of fel fire rocketing towards the offending tunnel! Sericon took a step back pulling his arms back and summoning back to him the embers of fel that now laced his room… With a quick swing move Sericon sent the wild fel down into the worm hole to see what lay below the veil of shadow!

[Izzabelle-ravenholdt]

“Rude and unwelcome.” Sericon reiterated before with a twist of his hand a billowing green emerald flame engulfed a trogg entirely! The rocky ape howled in pain as the flames danced across its flesh hissing as they burned and cooked the creature alive…

Izzabelle nods, “There’s only one way to deal with rude, unwelcome guests.” Izzabelle states, slashing her claws across the face of a nearby trogg leaving its flesh shredded like bloody ribbons. Izzabelle cannot stop the grin from spreading across her face, as she watches the Warlock engulf some wretched trogg with fel flames. It howls of fear, and agony seemingly invigorating her. She takes just a moment to watch him start baking the fool creature alive. Before turning her attention back to the battle at hand.

Sericon’s hands danced and his fingers formed off symbols as he began to command the fel in more complicated ways! The warlock was cool focused as he made several symbols before he dragged his hands across his chest in a cross formation!

She watches from the corner of her eye as the man who’s room she had just woken in. Used fel to call upon dark, and deadly Magic’s. She had seen this spell before, Mr Ghendar had been teaching her it, before he had been taken. Yet to watch this Elf weave the spell it was nearly breathtaking. The way the wretched creature shrieked in agony as it’s very life powered the Warlock, was beyond exhilarating to witness. Still more of these foul thing were pouring into the room.

Sericon saw what Izzabelle was doing and with a few short gestures the warlock clapped his hands together forming a binding of fel energy before slamming his fists into the ground! The fel energy pulsed outwards as it corrupted the ground, Sericon pulled himself up gesturing with his hand, a fel laced rock hovered in the air before with a thrust Sericon sent the unstable rocky fel at the mouth of the tunnel! “Even with this tunnel gone we are far from over! I suggest we follow that worm hole to the source of this disturbance!” Sericon stated

Izzabelle watches as the Infernal she had summoned finally brings the tunnel crashing down on itself and all the Troggs that were around it. That left only two more. It seemed Sericon was already a few steps ahead of her in his thought process. For he was already speaking powerful words binding the fel energy of the room. She feels it just for a moment while he is binding the fel to do his bidding, slight pull of her power towards him. yet before she can react to it he uses the fel energy gathered to block the other tunnel, burning and crushing Troggs as he sends it across the room. Izzabelle makes her way over to the Warlock just as he sends the flames of fel down into the dark recesses of the tunnel beneath them.

“Seeing as how we are about to leap into the maw of the abyss together, I should introduce myself.” Izzabelle says with a genuine smile. “I’m Izzabelle Ghendar, Demon Thief of Stromgarde.” She reaches out taking his hand in hers, she nearly falls over backwards. There’s a connection between them, a push and pull, a give and take. The energy he had pulled on earlier was being fed back to her even stronger than before. Just as the power she gave him was stronger. Together they formed this powerful loop of magic. She wondered if he was feeling and seeing, this as well. Still there were things that needed to be done, they could discuss this bond later. “I can cloak us both in a barrier of stealth, but you will have to remain close.” Izzabelle states getting ready to leap down into the tunnel. Just before dropping from the destroyed room into the tunnel below she casts shroud of concealment on both Sericon and herself. They drop down into the tunnel with so much as disturbing a single speck of dust. They swiftly flatten themselves against the wall as another of those massive worms and riders stops near them eying the hole they had just dropped through.

“Is it done you fools?” Comes a raspy voice from further down the tunnel. The shuffling of feet can be heard approaching them. “Mistress Allaire wants that fool Magus taken care of, she has already dealt with the Watcher and his pathetic dog.”

[Aeseir-emerald-dream]

“Great idea dear brother, I will deal with the right head, while you deal with the other to. I will also try and do something about the death trap that is the floor beneath us.” Jaseiah says just before she dart out from behind him and takes off for the right side of the arena.

Aeseir nodded, his mind aflame, he was gonna take two of this creatures wild furious heads? It was a mighty challenge, Aeseir would need to push himself, Aeseir twirled his sword in his hand as he paced back and forth glaring at the two remaining hydra heads… The third had slithered off to attack his sister Jaseiah, “A foolish mistake yet the siblings could hardly afford to get arrogant,” Aeseir thought as sand hissed around him from the roiling heat. Aeseir raised his shield as the center hydra head loosed scalding flames at the armored elf, had Aeseir been using a normal metal shield it was likely he would already be dead, burned alive… But the inate magic enchanted into the masterfully crafted elves crafted metal repulsed the flames giving Aeseir enough room to breath under the literal rain of flames! Aeseir’s ear twitched, the elf whirling his blade behind him like a wild beast rebuffing a sneak attack! The second hydra head snapped out shrieking in agony as it tasted not flesh but elven steel!

Aeseir cursed he would constantly have to watch for a flanking head no matter his position! Aeseir spun his body quickly forcibly despelling the hydra’s flames that flowed above him before extending his arm out at the center hydra’s head conjuring a blast of concussive force… The creature hissed as it was blasted in the face causing its vision to go blurry and its mind unclear! Meanwhile Aeseir made his move, the left head struck out again but the elven spellbreaker was faster side stepping the lightning fast move Aeseir stabbed his blade into the left hydra’s head eye and held on tight!

Into the air Aeseir was pulled gripping his blade hard as lava billowed below him! The elf grabbed one of the many spiny fins the great had adorning it’s body before pulling free his sword and stabbing the hydra once more in the eye! The head under assault shrieked in fury at Aeseir’s merciless blows before slamming its head into the ground! Aeseir groaned as the attack pushed him into the burning sand, his blade still resting in the left hydra heads eye…

Aeseir turned to face his opponent only a shield in hand, as the center head regained its bearings… Aeseir growled, he was far from ready to surrender to such a creature… The two heads moved opposite of each other both ready to strike when Aeseir tossed his shield, using what magic he knew he directed the shield to fly like a elven glave impacting the center head before bouncing to the left hydra’s head then back to Aeseir’s grip! Aeseir roared lunging forward at the temporarily stunned heads before leaping onto the left head and pulling forth his mighty blade!

Holding on tight Aeseir slammed his sword against his shield taughting the center hydra’s head to attack! A raging ball of fire billowed out towards Aeseir forcing his to duck and block before the center hydra head struck out like a snake attack! Now the two heads began to quarrel mistaking the attack on Aeseir for a attack on itself! Aeseir just held on tight as the two heads hissed violently at each other trying to assert their dominance in the pecking order! Meanwhile with every blast of flame every slash of metal the goblin crowds went wild!! What a show!

[Jaseiah-draka]

Jaseiah relentlessly slashes at the right head of the Hydra, in a blood thirsty craze. Her magically enhanced claws slicing into it’s thick draconian like hide. Shattering scales, leaving strips of bloodied flesh dangling like ribbons. While it looked nasty, it would take more then that to bring the head of this enhanced beast to it inevitable demise. Her fury about to reach it’s pinnacle she goes on a rampage. Raking her claws across it’s face she slices across its left side eye, not enough to completely blind it, but enough to make tracking her a little harder. The second blow has her driving her claws down into the back of it’s neck just below its head. the third, and fourth, have her attacking where the neck connects to the body. From where she once stood the remaining mirror images, send pulses of arcane energy blasting from their outstretched fingers. The magical blasts strike the massive beast in the chest, causing scales, flesh, and chunks of muscles to explode, further enraging the beast.

Now the two heads began to quarrel mistaking the attack on Aeseir for a attack on itself! Aeseir just held on tight as the two heads hissed violently at each other trying to assert their dominance in the pecking order! Meanwhile with every blast of flame every slash of metal the goblin crowds went wild!! What a show!

Taken by surprise at the quarreling of the heads Jaseiah isn’t able to bring her blazing barrier up quite fast enough to avoid the flames from the center head washing over her, as she attacks the foul beast massive body. She screams as the wave of fire washes over her before her barrier snaps into place. It felt as though her flesh was drying, cracking and peeling away from the muscles. With a hiss of agony she vanishes from the things back in a burst of arcane power reappearing where she previously stood, her blazing armor now in place. Scanning her body she is shocked to see that she hadn’t taken as much damage as she had previously expected. The exposed flesh was bright red, dried, cracked, peeling up and bleeding in places, but not to the extent that it should of been. She doesn’t have much time to think on it before going back on the offensive. Mother never speaks about out Father, perhaps this Resistance comes from him?

Having exhausted her physical energy, it was time to rely on her innate magical abilities. Frost would come in rather handy about now. Still, other then a few spells she knew very little, her powers leaned mostly towards the arcane aspect and that of fire. Not knowing if the hydra much like herself might have an natural resistance to fire, she instead chooses to call upon the arcane energy that her race is known for mastering. Creating a rune of power beneath her feet, she amplifies her power. Just as her power reaches its maximum capacity she unleashes a powerful blast of arcane magic. The explosion crashes over both the right head and that side of the body. The arcane magic striking the center head to a much less degree. Not doing enough to cause any sort of horrific damage, but enough to further enrage it. Grinning she calls out to her brother in Thalassian. “Do we end this now dear brother, or should we continue to give the crowd a show?” While Jaseiah would admit that this was one of the duos more difficult battles to date. The two of them had faced stronger opponents in the past. As the words leave her mouth the Hydra’s tail slams into the ground next to her, causing her to stumble and fall toward the burning earth.

[Allaire-ravenholdt]

Allaire glares into the large crystal orb sitting before her on the wooden table. Standing quickly she send the chair across the room. It crashes against the wall in an explosion of wooden shards and splinters. Useless, those fool minions of hers were completely useless. The Watcher still lived, she could easily see that, she could see through the eyes of all her minions. Allaire had watched in rage as the giant mutant trogg turned on its handlers. No doubt the work of that horrific dog that The Watcher kept. With any luck that annoyance was now taken care of, and soon that wretched Elf would join her. Not only had the death of The Watcher and his dog, not gone as planned. The plan to eradicate the High Magus was failing as well. *Still he had with him, the most peculiar visitor, a young female Elf. One with rather unnatural powers, if she could somehow trap her… Still the foolish child seemed to have joined with the enemy, she would soon learn the error of her ways. Turning back to the Orb she stares into the wreck, that was once the High Magus’ room. Using the eyes of her minions she searches, but she can see neither the High Magus, or the young Demonic Elf. Letting out a long raspy sounding howl of rage, she slams her way out of the room.

Making her way down the hall she comes to a massive set of stone doors. Slowly she starts removing each of the wards. Temporarily unraveling them so that she may enter. As the last ward falls there’s the loud sound of stone grinding against stone. When it has opened far enough Allaire slips inside. The view is like that of a madman’s twisted dream. The room is massive in size, the walls are lined with large iron cages. Within the massive prisons are hundreds of Troggs, kobolds, and a few humans. They are screaming, sobbing and moaning, in fear, agony and rage. Razor sharp foot long spikes prevent those trapped within from getting to close to the bars. Those not so lucky found themselves impaled on the thick spikes. Their life blood spilling onto the floor, dying the stone a rustic red color. Bodies hung from the ceiling like a living chandelier of flesh and bone. Throughout the nightmare chamber dozens of troggs, Kobolds, and a few humans, were strapped down onto thick stone tables, or into heavy wooded chairs. Strong thick iron band held them in place. Not all served willingly, the skulls had been partially removed from many of them. Heavily robed figures moved about the room, carving out pieces of brain, as their victims screamed, convulsed and drooled mindlessly. Many failed to survive the process of having their brains recalibrated, those that did? Well! In the center of the room was a massive fiery pit, some of the cloaked figures could be seen hauling both still living and dead to it, reaching the edge they would toss them within. A never ending wailing could be heard coming from it, as those still living, burned.

Those that survived the initial process of have no their brains twisted, had their right eye removed and replaced with a scrying orb, that Allaire would use to see all that was happening within the caverns. Still this did no good if her minions proved to be useless.

[Ahcirej-suramar]

Ahcirej grimaces, her coin purse a lot lighter now than it had been when she had entered this establishment earlier. Dewey Cheetum, Anne Howe, had a way of swindling… up talking potential victi… ummm customers out of their golds. Ahcirej for all of her intellect, and wisdom, had been no exception. So here she stood, with her bags filled with both useful, and useless things. Blank pieces of parchment for writing down notes, feathered pen, and inkwells in a variety of colors. Scroll tubes, sealing wax, and a seal depicting a smiling goblins face. she swears the cryptic symbols around it say, (a fool and their gold, are soon parted.) there was the new set of mismatch dishes, the spice cabinet with the bottles of spices, some of them only partially full. There was also the case of glass, steel, iron, and wooden vials, phials, flasks, etc, that she had been told was a necessity for the alchemical contraption that took up one wall of the residence she now called home.

Ahcirej lets out a second small groan as Dewey Cheetum makes his way back over to where she is waiting, jumping when he slaps her on the back. “Well toots its all set, yer new state of the Art Goblin security system, will be installed when we deliver your table.” Holding back a third groan, Ahcirej quickly thanks the two of them, before swiftly exiting the shop, with her purchases. If she had stayed much longer she would most likely of come out shirtless and in debt… Once outside she starts making her way towards her original destination with much less gold then she previously had. Ahcirej pauses for a moment to look around. The place was bustling with activity. There were vendors and shops lining the streets selling their wears. Looking she realizes that there are a few none Goblin humanoids walking around. While some move about freely, others seem to be cowed and following the directions of the goblin giving the orders…

“Lady Ahcirej… ‘tis a pleasure running into yo…” his words were cut of in a explosion that showered Ahcirej with blood and gore. Bone splinters stick out of her flesh where they had made it through the barrier she has permanently in place. Chunks of still burning flesh, and blood, and pieces of brain drip down her face. “Your kind is t wanted here, this is your only warning…” a Goblin yells, laughing at the shocked look on Ahcirej’s face. There’s two of them on some wheeled contraption. The one that yells pulls forth a tube with a long string hanging out of it. Lighting it he tosses it at her. Ahcirej brings up her shield scant milliseconds before it explodes. The waves of flames wash around her, as they speed off.

Having recovered Ahcirej twists her hand in a complicated series of patterns so quickly that it cannot be seen. Summoning her staff she hits the bottom of it against the ground. Magic races from where the tip struck, as the road becomes a skating rink. The Goblin driver looses control, causing the wheeled contraption to flip a few times, before coming to a stop. The two Goblins were now moaning in agony, their boding torn op broken bones sticking out through their flesh. Ahcirej smiles as she walks toward them, a condensed ball of fire hovering in front of her outstretched fingers. With a flick of her wrist she sends it careening towards the two Goblins, the. Walks away as they start shrieking in agony as the are painfully and slowly, burnt alive. When the flames clear only dust remains, she wipes the blood from her face, and makes her way back to the now unidentifiable human that has spoken with her earlier sighing. He had been one of the group she had been expecting to meet up with later. It looked like there would be one less attending the meeting.

Meanwhile a second explosion further away takes out the exterior walls of one of the shops. The shop owner comes rushing out, the few hairs he had left on his head, along with his ears were still smoldering. He looks in her direction and start screaming. Ahcirej doesn’t need to speak goblin to know this one is irate, and running at her. She is about to cast a spell, when he rushes by her. Blinking confusedly she turns just in time to see the irate goblin Punch Dewey Cheetum in the face. Reaching up he puts out the small fire on his head before heading back to his shop, now missing a wall. With a loud crunch Dewey snaps his nose back into place, or as good as he could make it. “That toots was the reaction of another satisfied costumer.” *What the hell had she gotten herself into? She hoped that wherever her children were they remember to pick up the food, because she was heading home to get cleaned. Then await the new table and state of the Art Goblin security system.

[Skalaz-emerald-dream]

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.

Skalaz started slowly etching alchemy lines in the cave floor around Adelion’s cot, complex images carved with great care each one meaning a very important peice to the spell being laid. That was the magic of Skalaz’s spells, when he had time to create a alchemist circle the spell became easier to do a thousand times over, but without such preparation, the full load of the spell was placed sorely on himself… In three points of the circle Skalaz etched the alchemical symbols for mind, body and soul, around them were the symbols for iron, gold, the sun, silver and the moon… Moving closer Skalaz etched what at first seemed to be another circle around Adelion but as details were made the symbol became the ouroboros, the symbol of a great snake biting its own tail… This was a important symbol to Skalaz’s alchemy allowing the goblin to do much more than the mundane alchemists of Dalaran…

When the goblin was younger he had not learned the magical side of alchemy from sages or wizard… In his home once of Undermine, they had been oppressed by the Zandalari, those ancients trolls who enslaved them had themselves been enslaved… A rather aged troll slave had been captured by Skalaz’s own father, covered in images and symbols Skalaz secretly studied his house’s troll slave… He learned much, a symbol of importance for great magical alchemy and enchanting was the ouroboros, a symbol based on some great snake of the northern most troll tribe… a symbol of infinity and rebirth… Skalaz snapped back to the present as the cult members arrived with the chest full of chemical materials… A stark difference between alchemy and magic, alchemy only changed what was, you could not create something new from nothing at all… To a wizard it might seem wildly limiting, but to those who understood the knowledge of transmutation, it meant the world around oneself was the tools to create.

Skalaz opened the two large chests grabbing at the different drawers that oddly enough seemed to be filled with different colored dark sands… To a wild adventure devoid of any alchemical experience they would see nothing of value save for the drawer filled with gold dust… Skalaz rhythmically spread handfuls of different dark elements, things like carbon, calcium, iron, water, nitrogen, and many more before he cast his gaze over the entire circle and nodded… “You two!” Skalaz said clearly not done using the cult soldiers to his own ends, “Stand bear the mind and soul icons of the circle.” Skalaz said gesturing to the icons across the transmutation circle from himself. When the two men took their stations Skalaz began to activate the transmutation circle, flashes of light exploded into view as the magic of alchemy whirled to life. Electrical energy or something similar lashed out across the circle as it began, Adelion might experience great pain as her horridly burned stumps were simply unmade, shred by shred flesh, sinew and bone dematerialized into their base elements providing a unmarred foundation for Skalaz to create Adelion’s new hands… As painful as tearing the burned stumps apart had been now was the equally painful regrowth, first bone marrow extended from the stump followed by calcium laden bone! Adelion’s nerves spread along the calcium bones and muscle began to grow when a loud crash sent Skalaz off track with a distraction! Dark purple lightning struck outwards as the transmutation circle grew violent! Adelion’s muscles and flesh formed around the bones in fleshy strips… With a final strike of alchemical magic the circle sent Skalaz and the two cult man stumbling backwards… Adelion’s hands were completely remade, but they were nothing like she had before, instead of feminine soft hands, her hands appeared as if they were made of twisted twine made of raw flesh… Skalaz rose up from his magic drained stupor, “That wasn’t supposed to happen…” Skalaz muttered trying to keep himself up…

[Aeseir-emerald-dream]

“Do we end this now dear brother, or should we continue to give the crowd a show?” While Jaseiah would admit that this was one of the duos more difficult battles to date. The two of them had faced stronger opponents in the past . As the words leave her mouth the Hydra’s tail slams into the ground next to her, causing her to stumble and fall toward the burning earth.

Aeseir holding on to his sword valiantly as the hydra heads buckled and writhed unlike anything Aeseir had ever seen yelled out… “If you got a idea, let’s end this quickly sister!” Aeseir grunted as the hydra head he wasn’t riding snapped dangerously close by… Clearly this wasn’t to hard, Jaseiah had already struck down one head, Aeseir’s face grew firm as it appeared the siblings had grown arrogant… The center of the hydra in the core of its body glowed with a sinister red luminescence before the right most hydra neck slammed the ground and the head began to reform… With a wild twist and snapping at the amniotic sac that had formed over its face, the third head was reborn… A rattling hiss marked it had fully remembered what caused its earlier demise!

Aeseir held on a second longer before pulling his sword free and leaping to his sisters aid, her form sent tumbling by the hydra’s tail was now stopped by her brother in armor… “I see now why the other gladiators failed…” Aeseir stated, “Change of plans, I don’t think killing the heads is gonna work… But what do you think might happen if we attack the body when it does that glow?” Aeseir asked raising his mighty shield as the hydra heads all turned at once bathing the siblings in scalding flames… Beneath their feet the sand began to hiss and melt, they would need to move and act soon…

Aeseir grabbed his sisters hand pulling her with him as he made a mad dash for the wall, with a flick of his wrist and a short elven chant the elf sent magical blades impacting into the stone and metal wall, his sister in tow the elf quickly ran up the sheer wall using his swords as stepping stones… Reaching the top Aeseir pulled forth his shield and jutted forth his arm causing the metal bulwark to extend two elven blades from the side. Aeseir roared leaping from the higher position and throwing his mighty bladed shield, “Mind giving it a boost?!” Aeseir roared his arms extended and the bladed disk flying towards the hideous hydra’s three heads… Aeseir landed hard into the hissing sand as the disk flew! The hydra’s reeled back their heads ready to send forth a all consuming blast of fire at the elves and their puny bladed disk! Aeseir looked up, he knew Jaseiah would know what to do, with the heads removed the hydra would try to regenerate, they merely needed to end it before it could!

[Adelion-wyrmrest-accord]

Skalaz started slowly etching alchemy lines in the cave floor around Adelion’s cot, complex images carved with great care each one meaning a very important peice to the spell being laid.

Adelion knows that what is about to happen is going to be exceptionally painful. That it would most likely test her resolve. So as Skalaz starts to etch the lines of alchemy into the rocky floor beneath her. Adelion starts to cast a few spells of her own. Her words like whispers on a wind are carried away before being heard. First is a spell of binding, something that would stop her from trying to run. She hardly doubts that the Goblins alchemy would do her much good if she was running from the pain. So with each word that leaves her mouth, she binds herself to the cot. Soon she is unable to to move so much as a muscle. Nearly frozen in place, she starts to cast a circle of silence. The spell would mute all the sound from her and those in the vicinity around her cot. That way her screams, *and she was certain she would indeed scream, wouldn’t draw unwanted attention. With the binding and silence spells finished she waits. Her body trembles in fear and anticipation, the pain suppression doing little to help the agony her hands were in. She stares down at the fused together lump of flesh, and waits.

Moving closer Skalaz etched what at first seemed to be another circle around Adelion but as details were made the symbol became the ouroboros, the symbol of a great snake biting its own tail…

Adelion watches as each symbol appears, she doesn’t know much about alchemy, but she does recognize the ouroboros. It is a symbol that promotes life, death, and rebirth. One that represents an endless cycle, it speak of there being no true beginning or end. Existence is an infinite loop, and everything was a part of that eternal circle. Adelion takes a deep shaky breath, she knows it will not be long now.

“You two!” Skalaz said clearly not done using the cult soldiers to his own ends, “Stand bear the mind and soul icons of the circle.” Skalaz said gesturing to the icons across the transmutation circle from himself. When the two men took their stations Skalaz began to activate the transmutation circle, flashes of light exploded into view as the magic of alchemy whirled to life. Electrical energy or something similar lashed out across the circle as it began, Adelion might experience great pain as her horridly burned stumps were simply unmade,

Adelion watches as the two men take their places near the icons of mind and soul. Adelion is momentarily mesmerized by the explosions of light as Skalaz activates the circle of transmutation. The wide eyed look of wonder quickly becomes soundless screams of pain, and agony. Adelion watches unable to move her head as the fused together stumps of her hands are unmade. The pain in indescribable, if she could be heard her voice would have broken within the first few seconds. Tears pour down her face, and she was thankful that her stomach had been thoroughly emptied earlier. The pain suppression was practically useless, in the face of this much agony. It only took mere second for the alchemic magic to unmake her hands. Staring down at the area where they use to be she tries not to hyperventilate.

As painful as tearing the burned stumps apart had been now was the equally painful regrowth, first bone marrow extended from the stump followed by calcium laden bone! Adelion’s nerves spread along the calcium bones and muscle began to grow when a loud crash sent Skalaz off track with a distraction! Dark purple lightning struck outwards as the transmutation circle grew violent! Adelion’s muscles and flesh formed around the bones in fleshy strips… With a final strike of alchemical magic the circle sent Skalaz and the two cult man stumbling backwards…

If Adelion thought that the pain of having her hands uncreated was bad. It was nothing compared to the agony of having them recreated. The pain was sharp, and burning, it felt like her flesh and muscles were set ablaze, being ripped and torn. She begged for unconsciousness to claim her, as the agony steadily grew worse, with each passing second. The bones, the blood vessels, nerves, ligaments muscles, flesh, slowly start to form her new hands. Suddenly the circle of transmutation becomes violent. Angry looking bolts of dark purple lightning lash out from the circle. A final burst of power send both the goblin and the two cult members stumbling back. With the spell complete Adelion’s own magic comes to an end. Falling backwards onto the cot. She gasps for air trying to slow down her racing heart. Her hands are still in horrendous pain but it is quickly vanishing.

Adelion’s hands were completely remade, but they were nothing like she had before, instead of feminine soft hands, her hands appeared as if they were made of twisted twine made of raw flesh… Skalaz rose up from his magic drained stupor, “That wasn’t supposed to happen…” Skalaz muttered trying to keep himself up…

A few moments pass before Adelion has enough willpower to look at her new hands. She knows before she even lifts them that they are not the same. She can feel the way the flesh becomes taut as she bends her fingers. She can also hear the clicking sound they make. Bringing them up she stares at them. They look horrific, like something from a nightmare. They are a putrid mottled grey color, nothing like the peach is colored flesh that covers the rest of her body. Also unlike the rest of her, the flesh wasn’t soft, and smooth. It was twisted, gnarled, and rough, like many layers of scar tissue layer in strips. The best possible way she could use to describe them would be the cross between that of a hag, and a twisted treant. They might not look good, however they were better then nothing. Now came the question as to how well they would work. While some spells were verbally spoken. Some of the more complex ones, required specific hand gestures. These new hands of hers felt stiff, and the noises they made as she moved them, were a bit distracting, reminding her of the sound bugs make.

Dropping her hands back down to her side she turns to look at Skalaz. “I’m rather certain that none of this was suppose to happen.”

[Jaseiah-draka]

The center of the hydra in the core of its body glowed with a sinister red luminescence before the right most hydra neck slammed the ground and the head began to reform… With a wild twist and snapping at the amniotic sac that had formed over its face, the third head was reborn…

Jaseiah’s attention is suddenly drawn to the evil crimson glow that illuminates the fiery sand that she is standing on. She lets out a stream of Thalassian curses just in time to see the head she had recently destroyed reform. Damn she hadn’t planned on giving it time to reform. She had a good idea that the body would need to be destroyed, which was why she had attacked it. Still that reborn head didn’t look like it was pleased to see her, and she was like a sitting duck. Jaseiah swiftly starts chanting the words to bring up her blazing barrier, when the hydra slams its tail down next to her. Stumbling she knows that she will not be able to initiate the spell before the furious flames are upon her.

Aeseir held on a second longer before pulling his sword free and leaping to his sisters aid, her form sent tumbling by the hydra’s tail was now stopped by her brother in armor… “I see now why the other gladiators failed…” Aeseir stated, “Change of plans, I don’t think killing the heads is gonna work… But what do you think might happen if we attack the body when it does that glow?” Aeseir asked raising his mighty shield as the hydra heads all turned at once bathing the siblings in scalding flames…

Instead on feeling the intense heat of the burning sand, she instead felt the familiar feeling of her brothers enchanted armor. “I figured that we would need to destroy the body dear brother.” Jaseiah states moving so that she is directly behind him as she speaks. Before she can speak further the siblings are bathed in flames, as all three of the heads attack them at once. Jaseiah casts frost nova to stop the sand beneath from melting completely, while Aeseir does his best to shield the two of them from the hydras furious flames. Slightly scorched Jaseiah realizes that they will need to end this quickly…

Aeseir grabbed his sisters hand pulling her with him as he made a mad dash for the wall, with a flick of his wrist and a short elven chant the elf sent magical blades impacting into the stone and metal wall, his sister in tow the elf quickly ran up the sheer wall using his swords as stepping stones… Reaching the top Aeseir pulled forth his shield and jutted forth his arm causing the metal bulwark to extend two elven blades from the side. Aeseir roared leaping from the higher position and throwing his mighty bladed shield, “Mind giving it a boost?!” Aeseir roared his arms extended and the bladed disk flying towards the hideous hydra’s three heads…

Jaseiah was slightly shocked when Aesier grabbed her hand and dashed towards the wall of the arena. Letting out a startled gasp as he manages with little effort to climb the blades now jutting out of the wall while carrying her. She lets out a snort, and would have muttered something about show offs, if the situation wasn’t so dire. Jaseiah nods just as her brother sends the bladed shield whipping toward the hydra. Moving her hands so quickly they can barely be seen, Jaseiah enhances the size, speed, and the number of blades protruding from it. The magically enhanced shield strikes the hydras head just as they get ready to end the siblings for good. The crowds are on their feet cheering at the spectacle happening in the arena. The roar nearly deafens them as the weapon strikes severing the Hydras heads from its body.

With the heads writhing on the ground in their death throws Jaseiah has only a second or two before she has to act. As soon as the body start to glow Jaseiah heroically leaps from her position atop the blades. Coming down hard she hits the hydras body with a colossal smash, shattering its protective armor, leaving it’s body now vulnerable for her brothers attack. In a blink on an eye she is beside Aeseir, and casts Time warp… (Suddenly everyone in the stands, jumps to the left , then they step to the right.) With Aesier’s speed boosted Jaseiah hisses “End this now brother, while its armor is broken.” Jaseiah knows that her brother won’t let that creature regenerate. Even scarier than that hideous beast, was their mothers wrath.

[Varicar-emerald-dream (Varicar)]

The monstrous trogg sees it’s prey straight ahead, and it shrieks in rage. The agony it feels becoming worse by the moment, driving it further into the depths of insanity. It bursts out through the opening lounging at its prey. Varicar holds his ground to the very last moment. Leaping back he can feel the ghost of the massive mutant stone like finger, just as he swings to safety.

Varicar dove backwards at first barely escaping the troggs meaty and clawed hand as he swung on the rope as planned swinging under the ledge before running up on the side of the ledge side to a rocky outcropping above the tunnel entrance that the trogg emerged from.

Amberlei knows that it has to be now, leaping down she lands behind the trogg. Using a hamstringing it she slices at both of its massive heels. As it starts falling forward, thing lets out another bellow, trying to correct it’s balance. “Not today.” Amberlei states as she brings her gauntlet down onto the stone unleashing her warbreaker. She watches with a smile as the ledge shatters and falls away. The massive mutant trogg grabs uselessly at the crumbling stones. Amberlei back-flips into the passage way as the beast along with the ledge crash down into the pit bellow. She watches as it falls into the lake of fire, massive pieces of stone crashing down into the lake as well. She watches, every muscle in her body tensed up. After a few moments the surface of the fiery lake becomes still.

Varicar awaited, the beast had fallen into the burning death as planned and yet… The elf felt something was off, instinct maybe… It just didn’t feel right… Varicar held his polearm ready, he was far from ready to drop it yet…

She drops back just as the monstrous trogg comes leaping up out of the fiery pit, like it was shot from a catapult. Rivers of molten rock run down along its stone body. Landing just below the ledge It flings a massive handful of molting rock at Varicar. Reaching out, it snatches Amberlei by the leg, crushing like one would an empty can. Amberlei lets out an agonized screal as she is pulled from passage.

Varicar had guessed correct as the hulking creature launched from the burning pit, the rocky hide of the gargantuan beast no doubt protecting it from a burning death… Varicar swung his polearm as rocks covered with burning oil flew at him, his expert moves deflected the largest of the rocks yet still burning oil hissed as it touched the left side of Varicar’s face. The Watcher gets to look just in time to see Amberlei get injured before she drives her blade mercilessly through the troggs skull, Varicar lunged as he saw Amberlei fall, rolling under the trogg as its meaty hands tried to grab at him! Varicar kicked upwards at the sword still jabbed into its mouth trying to force it deep into the creatures brain before continuing his roll under the creature and off the ledge! Varicar reached out hoping to secure Amberlei’s arm, if he could the momentum might land them along the rocky shore of the burning pools! Varicar heard the mighty beast roar, even with a sword in its skull it refused to die! Varicar landed hard among the granite shores of the flaming oil pools, had he managed to rescue his comrade? Varicar forced himself up, his polearm raised and ready, this would be their final stand against the beast!

[Amberlei-draka]

Varicar lunged as he saw Amberlei fall, rolling under the trogg as its meaty hands tried to grab at him! Varicar kicked upwards at the sword still jabbed into its mouth trying to force it deep into the creatures brain before continuing his roll under the creature and off the ledge!

The enraged massive trogg grabs at Varicar as he rolls away from the wall. Its flaming claws passing a mere hairbreadth above his flesh. Close enough for the wretched elf to feel the blistering heat. The scream of fury that come from the mutant beast, turns into one of pain, and rage as the cursed elf kicks up with his foot. The hard bottom of his boot connecting with the hilt of Amberlei’s blade. Throwing its head back the feature shrieks, the noise sending forth vibrations, causing rocks to fall from the cavernous ceiling above like rain. It mindlessly grabs at the blade that is lodged in its mouth, driven up through its brain…

Varicar reached out hoping to secure Amberlei’s arm, if he could the momentum might land them along the rocky shore of the burning pools!

As the mutant beast drop her, Amberlei reaches out to try and grab at its legs as she falls towards her inevitable death. She curses as the tips of her fingers barely miss their mark. Yet before she can except her fate, she feels a hand lock onto her arm. She finds herself being jerked towards The Watcher. (he was the only one that it could be.) They hit near the rocky shore, Varicar hold on her preventing her from taking excessive amounts of damage as he manages to swiftly roll them out of the burning water, onto the rocky shore. Amberlei turns to Varicar. “Thank you Watcher.” She says as she starts digging through the pouches hooked to her belt, many of the glass vials are shattered. Pulling forth a steel flask she lets out a relieved sigh. It is dented and the cap is cracked and leaking fluid, yet it still hold most of its content. Varicar would recognize it as one of the healing potions made by Skalaz, carried around by the Cults guards to use for emergencies. Popping the top Amberlei drinks the foul tasting fluid. It isn’t enough to completely heal her, but it does make it so that she can now stand on and use her crushed leg. Although she still has a limp, and is slowed, it is better then nothing.

Above them still clinging to the stone wall the giant trogg gives up trying to dig the blade out of its mouth. Turning, its hateful gaze falls on the two at the pools edge. Pushing itself off the wall it lands a few yards behind them. Letting out an enraged bellow it strikes the ground with its massive rocky fists. Starting where it’s fists strike, and splintering outwards like a spiders web. Cracks start to form in the stone floor, from these cracks steam escapes followed by molten rock that starts bubbling forth. The trogg brings its fist down again, Amberlei realizes that the beast is trying to drop Varicar and her into a pool of molten lava. Grabbing Varicar, she leaps backwards landing on one of the larger rocks that are jutting up out of the fiery pool. “That thing should be dead.” Amberlei hisses as she lands painfully on her leg. Just before it strikes the ground a third time a small series of explosions rip across its form. The last shattering a few fingers on one of its hands. Above standing at the edge of the hole in the floor, are some of the cults hunters, bows in hand. The trogg however pays them no mind, its focus is on the two of them. Wading into the fiery pool it starts to make its way towards them.

(Meanwhile back with Sericon, and Izzabelle.)

The sound of approaching foot steps stops, for a brief moment there’s silence. Then the man curses, “It would seem that if something is to be done right that I must do it myself. It would seem the foolish Watcher and his wretched dog still live. We are to assure that mistake is rectified. The man spits out in annoyance. Izzabelle turns to Sericon silently asking if the two of them should follow.

[Miyazawa-draka]

With Nihsa off helping Valenae, and Captain Corttez at the helm, Miya quickly makes her way towards her private quarters. Her skin felt like it was crawling with insect, both inside, and outside. She desperately needed to get this filth off of her body. She cannot stop the shudder that wracks her body at the sheer thought of the disgusting grime that covered her. She felt as though her flesh was being eaten away at. Bursting through her door, she heads towards the bathroom. Pulling the foul bloodied robes off, she burns them. With a flick of her wrist she magically fills the wash basin. Steam fills the room, the water so hot it would scald the flesh. Miya grabs a brush with thick strong bristles, and a bar of soap. Over the next twenty minutes, she scrubs until she had removed layers of flesh from her body. She had changed the water dozens of times. Her coloring resembling that of a cooked lobster, she finally steps away. The sensation of of thing crawling on her under control once more.

Stepping back into her quarters Miya rubs a healing ointment on the worse of the damage she had caused herself, with her vigorous scrubbing. Unlike most High Elves Miya’s room has no mirrors. She prefers not to see her own reflection, she knows that her body is scarred to the point that many who see it, shudder in disgust. Luckily she is a master when it comes to creating illusions. Donning new clothes she straps on her weapons before heading towards the area where the treasure was being kept. She pauses for a moment and smiles, despite a few casualties today was a good day.

There’s two burly crew members guarding the door leading to the room that holds all the treasure they had gained. They nod when they see her approach, one quickly reaches for the handle and pulls open the door. “We’ve been makin sure that none be sneaking in here, Miss Miya.” The one holding the door says as she steps by him and into the room. “Very good, now see to it that none other then the Captain enter this area until I am finished.” Miya commands closing the door behind her and magically sealing it. She then starts the long tiring task of separating the treasure they had acquired. Perishables, from non perishables, then she separated the jewelry, gems, gold, silver, copper… etc. There were weapons of various makes, some were exquisite and would fetch a good price while others would be best used for melting down into cannonballs. As she toils away she listens to the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the Quell. Once she is finished tallying what they have she will report to the Captain, from there they will divide the treasure up amongst the crew.

[Valenae-moon-guard]

@Nihsa-suramar

“We cannot be returning what is gone, dis we know, we save what we can.” Nihsa states, moving into the room.

Valenae heard Nihsa speak, but at the time wasn’t able to respond. Her body was forcibly rejecting the poison from her system, in a most violent way. When it was over the rotting flesh had been replaced. This new flesh however felt tight, like it was to small, to thin. Valenae felt as though the skin would tear if she moved to much. It itched, it felt like it was peeling up at the edges.

@Nihsa-suramar

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.

Valenae’s thoughts on her recently acquired flesh come to a halt as Nihsa examines her damaged hand. She bites her lip to stop herself from swearing, it hurt like a mother. After carefully looking over the damage Nihsa releases Valenae’s hand and turns to Marcc. The news wasn’t great, it at least some of it could be saved. Or at least Nihsa could save what remains of it.

@Nihsa-suramar

“Dis will take a while, ye might be wanton a stiff drink.” Nihsa says to Valenae, before motioning for one of those helping to bring a bottle of their stongest spirits.

Valenae took the bottle in her good hand, and took not one but three swings of the potent liquid. Most would have been knocked flat on their backsides with just the first mouthful. However between the pain she was in, and the her legs concoction still in her system. It did little more then help to take the edge off.

@Nihsa-suramar

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.

As Nihsa started cutting away at the dead and decaying flesh. Valenae strung together a series of words that would make a sailors mouth hit the deck of the ship. Valenae’s first reaction was to pull her hand away, and she would of if she could control her body. It would seem Nihsa was using the elements, and the fact that Valenae was inebriated to her advantage. Valenae also knew that Nihsa was doing her best to help minimize the amount of pain she was causing. “I know dat it be hurting little one. Dat dead flesh need removing.” Nihsa explains as she slices away at her ruined hand. Valenae understands that the dead flesh needs to be removed or else it can spread infectious diseases to her living flesh. If it did it might cost her more then just a few fingers.

@Marrc-emerald-dream

Marrc watched as Nihsa began to preform her treatment removing pieces of Valenae’s flesh, before extending his hands and releasing nature magic… Marrc grunted low as he focused on his magic and the skin regrowth of Valenae…

It took Valenae a few moments to realize that Marcc was their helping Nihsa. She had been so focused on Nihsa carving away the dead flesh. She didn’t notice until now that the agony had lessened that Marcc had been using his own magic to help regrow som of the flesh. Knitting the skin together to stop her from loosing to much blood. It was a slow and painful process, both Marcc and Nihsa were completely focused on what they were doing. When Nihsa finishes she dismisses the elementals that were helping to keep Valenae from moving about. Bring her hand up Valenae examines it. All that remained of it were her thumb, her pinky, and part of her hand. Everything else was gone. Something that was said just moments ago, registers in Valenae’s mind. “I’m either going to need to have my gun adjusted to work properly with this handicap. Or I will need a special glove created that will fit over the remainder of my hand. One that will allow me to use the weapon as it is now.” Valance states with a yawn. Now that she isn’t in constant agony she is finding herself exceptionally tired. The last thing she hears before sleep claims her is Nihsa. “Dis one be a fighter.” Valenae smiles because those were also the first words she had heard after the events of that cursed day.