Temporus Simia Negotium (IC Closed)

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Having given Valenae a shot of her potent Troll cure all medicine, (aka, alcohol so strong that it would drop a Pit Fiend.) Nihsa declares that there’s not much else that can be done, besides keeping it clean so gangrene, and/or blood poisoning don’t happen. They didn’t go through all that trouble to save her just to let some disease sneak in the back door and claim her. Nodding at Marcc, she makes her way around the make shift infirmery. Stopping to offer her healing where it was needed the most.

The ship lurches to one side as a massive wave crashes into the hull. Nihsa curses as injured crew member are thrown off of the jerry rigged cots and onto the floor. Items not firmly secured come tumbling and flying across the room. That poor sailor that had lost his leg earlier, is thrown off of the table he was on and crashes against the wall. Moaning in agony he looks up just as the straps holding one of the 1000 gallon drums of water snaps. He doesn’t even have time to scream, as he soon becomes a morbid display of blood, guts and bones. Those patients splattered by his remains start retching. "Secure da water, and da men. Nihsa shouts as the ship lurches once more. Reaching out she snatches a young female sailor out of the way as the large steel water drum rolls back the other way. The crew scurries like ants to secure the water drum before they lose another member. As it is those in charge of checking to make certain things was secure, would most likely be run up the rigging’s by their thumbs.

Seeing that things were being taken care of, Nihsa quickly leaves the mess hall turned infirmary and starts making her way back up to the deck. It seemed that the Tide Mother was angry, and the Elements of wind, and water, raged a war against one another. As she walks out onto the ships deck she is slapped in the face with a heavy sheet of salty water. Through the storm she can see the Captain Shouting and taunting the elaments like the Mad man that he was. *Nihsa cannot help but smile as she makes her way across the deck. Stopping to snatch the back of a sailors shirt as he goes tumbling over the rails of the Quell. “I suggest dat you not be going swimming now, Ya!” She states as she tosses him back onto the deck. The man shakes his head, then rushes back to help his fellow crew members secure the rigging’s for the sails.
Coming up next to the Captain Nihsa grin. “Da Tide Mudda, be trying to succeed where dem fool pirate hunter failed.” Nihsa states with a laugh,

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Sericon stopped considering Izzabelle’s words for a moment, it appeared this shift in attitudes for possible defense also shifted memories perhaps it was possible their was more than one Izzabelle in her mind?

Sericon did not resist as Izzabelle pushed his blade downward, perhaps he was acting to rashly… Besides hiding what he was, Sericon wasn’t a major expert in timing of subtlety.

Sericon listened as this higher up in command of the rogue cult hissed in spite, his displeasure of the failure of his minions was quite apparent. Sericon knew they would need to deal with that man soon enough, Sericon pauses as he thought he felt something watching them from the darkness despite the man walking further away. Sericon brushed it off before listening to Izzabelle’s, he nodded to the Pintee who sat upon his shoulder silent as the grave. Sericon whispered back, “No problem, I’ll blow that fool away.” He said with a grin.

As Izzabelle launched into action so to did Sericon, dark purple flames crawled up his arms before Sericon twisted his hand sending a flaring blast of demonic flames at the insidious worm rider! Knocked off and away the man was completely stunned as the flames kicked at his mortal flesh! Pintee vanished with a impish cackle as the plan was set into motion before appearing on the worm and pulling at its chains! Sending the great creature thrashing wildly as Pintee had no idea what he was doing or what to pull! Sericon continued his assault on the Wyrm rider following his blast of shadow flames with a decisive blast of fel energy that tore the riders arm off! Sericon gave a laugh before sending the flames up then crashing back into the man’s chest ending that fight!

Sericon ducked quick as he felt something wasn’t right, a trogg club inches from his skull! The elf kicked his legs backwards landing on his hands before sending a wave of fel flames out across the ground! Three nearby troggs bowled in agony as fel flames turned their feet to welded lumps of flesh! Sericon forced the magic to continue for another wave forcing the ape like creatures back before he landed on his feet, Sericon gave a short hiss that spell always burned the caster as well, the palms of his hands were blistered over! Sericon couldn’t stop now though, twisting quick he sent another blast of fel before hissing at his hands pain once more…

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Izzabelle kept her back pressed firmly to the tree she was behind. Gritting her teeth, her face twists in agony. As the fel flames start the slow and painfully regeneration of the missing part of her foot. As the flames reformed bone, muscle, flesh, the ground around her shock violently. From where she stood, Izzabelle could see hundreds of glowing yellow eyes watching her from the darkened shadows of the forest. Yet whatever was rising up behind her kept them all hidden within the shadows. The trembling f he ground becomes strong enough to send Izzabelle stumbling from her cover behind the massive tree. Digging her hands into the earth she stops herself from rolling to far. Flat on her back Izzabelle looks up and the sun is blocked out, by a behemoth. The Colossal beast like creature crouched on all fours, looking like it was about to attack at any moment. Massive stone plates formed protective barriers along the side of its head and around its eyes. Hills and forests grew down its back, like spikes on a Dragons spine. The smallest tooth in its mouth was easily triple her size. Izzabelle knows that she cannot fight this thing so she flips to her feet, darting into the monster infested woods.

Back in the twisted forest, the hungry eyes that merely watched her earlier, now gave chase. Their twisted claws like dead branches, snatch at her. Tearing out strands of hair, and leaving bloodied scratches, and gouges, as ghastly decorations on her body. As Izzabelle runs she turns her mind within, reaching, searching. What she discovers nearly stops her dead on the spot. Where there was once millions of voices The was now at most only a few hundred. The silence now that she noticed it was deafening in its near stillness. Her swarm, her children, her spiderlings were nearly gone. What had happened to them, the answer comes in a serious of visions from those that remain. Izzabelle comes to a stop as rage and fury at their loss courses through her. Her twisted shadowy blades appear in her hands. The first two twisted tree like monsters don’t even have time to pull out their weapons as they are swiftly cut down. The thirds wooden club does little to revert the death blow which removes its head from its body. The ones further back release a volley of arrows. Fel Fire roars to life erupting off of Izzabelle’s body. Most of the arrows become as dust. Still one sinks into her shoulder, another into the meaty part of her thigh. Drawing in a deep breath she spews forth about two dozen of her Spiderlings.

They all start rapidly growing, within mere seconds they were the size of heavy war horses. They spit fel infused webbing at the retched creatures that were attacking them. The High pitched shrieks they emitted as the fel burned them, made Izzabelle’s ears feel like they were about to explode. Three of her spiders had been cut down, dozens of those horrific creatures lie in heaps around her. Her muscles felt like they were on fire. Half a dozen arrows protruded from various parts of her body. Izzabelle could hear more of these vile monstrosities approaching…

Izzabelle sends a dagger hurling at one of the larger trees. Sticking it erupts in an explosion of fel fire. Wasting no time she leaps into the back of one of her spiders. Adhering herself to it the Fel infused spider scurries into the trees. The others following, attacking the foul twisted fey that pursued them. Izzabelle pulls forth a pair of Dark Iron flint lock pistols. Twisting she starts firing at the creatures as they leap from the shadows. Bloody splinters fly everywhere as she leaves gaping holes in their wretched forms. Izzabelle wasn’t worried about the spider that she was riding, it knew to seek its own. Casting back her head Izzabelle’s mouth open like she is screaming, but no sound seems to be coming out. Or at least that is what it appeared. Above them, below them, around them the forest moved. In this world like all worlds she was a queen of the Arachnids. Those foolish creature that thought to kill her, would soon become a delicacy themselves. Clearing her head Izzabelle calls out to Sericon with her mind, her magic, her heart, and her soul. She could feel him, he was so close.

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Varicar nodded there were constructs of magic in Silvermoon, this thing however held none of the grace or majesty that went into Silvermoon protectors… The sheer knowledge that this was a construct meant normal combat was unlikely to bring it down, the creature had no jugular… Amberlei managed to bring up a shield to give the two elves a small breather the fight still raged on and they were far from over!

The battle was quicker than ever, as soon as Amberlei’s shield faded the behemoth grew ready to crush them both with overwhelming might and a massive lava ball! It’s plans reduced to ruins as the behemoths arm was destroyed by Skalaz and his alchemic chains his attack further reinforced by Meremi and her elemental giant! Varicar glanced up to see the shaper in action her aid was quite welcome, “When this fight is over, I shall buy drinks for all that survive!” Varicar roared trying to bolster some much needed moral! “The halls of our cult shall flow with great wines, mead and dine drinks!” The elf continued swinging his blades at the behemoth forcing whatever he could back!

The battle was intense, whirling flames exploded to life In one side of the pit as Meremi’s elemental crushed helpless troggs on the other side. Varicar had no intention of it but in a moment he was caught gazing at the roiling flames Skalaz had wrought into existence! His misled attention would cost him as the raging behemoth unfazed by the alchemic flames grabbed the chains holding it back from its potential ripping them from the walls! With a slight show of intelligence that Varicar did not expect the beast sent chains and rocks exploding into the cliffs above! Screams of terror roared out as cultist archers were killed from either the blow or the deadly fall! The behemoth took Varicar’s distraction a bit farther swinging its one free arm towards the the watcher impacting him right in the stomach! In a instant the watchers world was turned sideways as he impacted the side wall hard! Forcing his elbows into the dirt below him he was quite sure he had broken a few ribs, the watcher spit blood to his left, no he was definitely sure he broke some ribs.

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Meremi grins as she hears the Watchers words. Pulling out a syringe, she jabs the needle into her arm and depresses the plunger. The effects of the liquefied kajamite are almost immediate. She is now one with the rock walls that surround her. Meremi can see every little detail. The chemical, and mineral compositions, the crysalazation both viewable by the naked eye and that, that is microscopic. She sees it all she feels it all she is the stone. Moving her hands in a series of complicated patterns. She commands a twists what now lies within her grasp. Near to wear her and Skalaz stand observing the battle the wall starts to rumble. The massive cavernous room trembles, as the stone starts to move, as steps begin to form.

Meremi curses as the massive trogg looking construct, turns its attention to those above. She swiftly tries to bring up a stone shield. while she manages to offer cover for those further back in the room. Those archers at the ledge weren’t so lucky. Blood, bone splinters, bloody pieces of flesh and organs, splatter over both the Goblins. Razor sharp rock shards slice at their flesh. Luckily it doesn’t do much to Meremi who’s flesh is now composed of the hardest of minerals.

Still Meremi fumes as she watches more of the cults dedicated soldiers fall to their deaths. She watches as those not fortunate to be killed by the fall are ripped apart and eaten. As this one young fighters stomach is ripped open, and his intestines ripped out and eaten while he is still screaming Meremi snaps. Turning her stone shaping into a weapon, taking hold of the feeding troggs she twists their stone bodies into horrific pieces of art. Bone are shattered, organs crushed, as she she elongates, stretches, twists, crushes, and splits their bodies.

Meremi didn’t need to hear anymore, if the watcher was buying then she was definitely going to be kicking around for that. She summons another stone Goliath to aide the first in the battle. Both leap down from the walls landing among dozens of the troggs. They bring their massive stone fists down on the retched troggs around them. the effect is similar to that of stomping on a ketchup packet, and explosions of red. Still the troggs are many and are soon swarming the Stone Goliath’s and chipping away at them. Trogg bodies surround them as one falls, the other missing an arm stomps on a group flattening them. Meremi turns to Skalaz, he can see that her flesh is starting to calcify. “Skalaz can you destroy one of that wretched thing legs with your Alchemy?” Meremi asks with a slight grin, because she is certain that the answer is yes. “I can destroy the other one, lets bring this beast down, so the Watcher and Guard Captain can deal with it.”

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Sericon could hear Izzabelle’s call like a siren to sailors at sea, It permeated the caverns that he stood within. With the vile creatures of pestilence and rot scurrying away from the light above Sericon was free to find the source of this call! Taking his sword and shield in his hands the elf leapt with all his might to the side cave wall impaling his burning sword into the rocky surface! Higher the craggy cave sides Sericon climbed before with a last great leap the elf stabbed his fel blade into the soft shady grass of the surface… Sericon looked skyward the light of the nether above filtering through thick trees… It was then Sericon realized the danger was far from over, insidious eyes leered from the shadows of the branches before in a flash they struck out at the new prey in their woods!!

Sericon swung his blade bisecting the first tree like creature that lunged starts him from the darkened shadows! Burning flames roared up as the creature collapsed, but from the gloom like forest leapt three more! Enchanted looking arrows flew impacting into Sericon’s armor, had he been without armor the arrows would’ve been currently digging into his flesh! Sericon responded to the volley by jabbing his blade into the earth! Towards the vile creatures direction burst fel flames channeled from Sericon through the earth! From behind leapt more of the insidious tree like creatures, Sericon thrashed as he tried to remove them from his back, with each thrown off he slashed at the air bisecting the vile creatures… One of the creatures got lucky slicing a thin cut along the elf’s cheek before Sericon to reduced it to fel ash! Sericon swing his blade again at another creature before stopping mere inches from its face, one of Izzabelle’s spiders he was rather small only basket ball sized… Sericon knew that they generally could get as large as a warhorse, perhaps this was a late bloomer? Sericon pulled his blade fast with a twirl of his wrist before picking up the spiderling and tucking it under his shield arm. “Let’s go find Izzabelle shall we? If your here, my bonded must not be far!” Sericon spoke before he leapt forward!

Sericon crashed through the brush slicing another tree like creature into pieces while midair! The elf landed with a roll before he saw her, glancing up into a low hanging thick branch was his bonded riding one of her spiders a much larger one at that. “You called?” Sericon said with a smile, the spiderling he had picked up peaking over his shield.

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Izzabelle knew that her Bonded was close by. She could feel it, like static electricity thrumming around her skin. It filled her with energy, and excitement, as she clung to her spiders back, as they rushed through the twisted trees of the deadly forest. Before her somewhere amidst this twisted dark jungle of trees, flora, and fauna was Sericon. Still she was being hunted by the dark denizens of this wretched place. All around her she could see, feel, and sense them moving, stalking, chasing. At this point they were the predator, she was the prey. They the h tee she the hunted, but that would soon change. Izzabelle’s spiders moved through the trees spinning there webs. Creating traps for those unfortunate enough to stumble upon them. The arachnids of the forest were closing in, Izzabelle could feel it. Their chittering filled her head, giving her a reprieve from the silence the absence of her brood left behind. She hears the strange high pitched shrieks as the first of the twisted tree like creatures is blasted from a low hanging branch. Hundreds of spiders drop from the dark canopy above her. They swiftly have those trapped in webs cocooned in deadly silken webs.

Izzabelle twists pulling the trigger she blasts this horrid monkey like beast. Its mouth open, it’s rancid breath making her gag. It’s long sharp teeth mere inches from her flesh, as the explosive round strikes it. It’s horrid face blasts out of the back of its head. Bone splinters, and brain matter, sprays more of the little beasts as they leap from the branches. There’s dozens of them, shrieking, and howling, they leap at her, tearing at her flesh with their long nasty looking claws. Snapping with sharp jagged teeth, dripping with visceral fluid. Izzabelle blasts four more of the hideous little monkeys with her guns. The fifth lands on her back, eliciting a scream of pain, as jagged teeth rip through the flesh and muscles of her left shoulder. Another lands on the spider, it’s claws leaving long bloody gouges in the meaty part of her right thigh. A sixth, and seventh, one drives a cruel looking blade into her side, the other barely misses as it slashes at her chest. Izzabelle lets out a shriek of rage, as her body suddenly erupts in fel flames. Those nasty little wretched creatures clinging to her were consumed by the blaze. As the fel blaze vanishes, there’s dozens of blades surrounding her. The blast in all directions as if fired by a ballista. She watches as the hideous primates scuttle back into the trees, glaring hatefully at her. Activating her Crimson Vial she starts to heal some of her damage.

Izzabelle for a moment forgets everything, the fight, this forest, the danger. Before her was her bonded, and she needed to be close to him. Without though she leaps from the Spiders back. Dropping about 15 feet she lands in Sericon’s arms knocking the both to the ground. Throwing her arms around his neck, she hugs him close. “Where’ve you been? I have forgotten things again, there are the empty spaces in my mind. Yet I can always remember you.” Izzabelle states still holding onto him. I remember sitting behind you on your ship, reaching out to touch a scar, falling through a sea of flames… just pieces and flashes of images…” Izzabelle’s suddenly becomes silent the smell of decaying flesh wafts into her nostrils. Her eyes search the darkened jungle for the cause. As she unwraps herself from Sericon shadowy blades appear in her hands. Her spiders form a barrier around them. “I wish we were in that vessel of your about now.” Izzabelle half heartedly jokes, her voice trembling slightly.

The runt spiderling rears up on its back legs ready to fight whatever was approaching. It was a brave little thing.

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Skalaz’s eyes widened as he saw the insidious behemoth below ready its attack, he was far from able to help the archers near the edge but the quick thinking did allow him to mostly defend himself! It appeared Meremi tried to bring up a stone wall, clever goblin she was! Skalaz tried the same, the goblin smirked alchemy and shamanic power were very different and yet sometimes so similar! Meremi’s stone shield was as if the gobliness had willed the rocks up from their resting place to build a wall like that of cobblestone! Skalaz pressing his hands to the earth used arcane to quickly etch the transmutation circle required before a shield like wall of rock simply rose from the ground. Unlike Meremi’s it was completely smooth as if someone has turned the rock beneath them to clay shaped it to their will then reverted it back to the rocky hardness it had originally been. Skalaz has been lucky with the timing of his wall as he looked up from his transmutation circle he saw a sharp splintered femur sticking through the wall right at him. “Now that was a close one!!” Skalaz stated poking the bloodied femur… “Another two seconds and that might’ve been the end of me!” Skalaz remarked before pressing his hands to the wall and reverting it back into the rocky cave it came from.

Though Skalaz wasn’t a particularly hard drinker the though of a good drink after this much fighting did sound nice! The goblin moved forward his hands dancing in the air, he readied several transmutations in his mind to be used as he glanced at the endless mass of moving troggs and his ever raging spiral of fire! Several troggs gripped the top of the cliff ready to charge into the cults hallways sowing discord when Skalaz snapped his fingers! It sounded like a deep hissing in the room before a trail of fire leapt off from the spiraling dusk of fire creating a lash of flames that whipped out at the Troggs nearly at the top! The hideous creatures roared in agony as new found flames blocked their path and burned their bodies… But it was not enough… Skalaz put a finger to his chin trying to come up with a solution. With a grim smile the goblin had a idea, snapping his fingers the goblin created small invisible orbs of concentrated oxygen around the troggs, with another snap the goblin directed the burning disk to lash out with flames again! This time was much more effective, the concentration of oxygen hyperfueled the new flames causing a multitude of explosions that sent the vile creatures crashing off the wall in that area…

Skalaz turned to look at Meremi as she spoke, he understood what she wanted but how was the question… The behemoth had already proven quite immune to the burning fires raging above and below it… The only attack that Skalaz had even done that scratched it was the chains which eventually backfired… Skalaz observes the battlefield looking for a answer when something small seems to come to him… The pirate crew they had traveled with had with them odd devices of metal made into a tube to fire boulders perhaps? It gave Skalaz a possible answer… Working quick the goblin drew transmutation circles into the dirt around him while glancing over the edge at the fight below… Across the pit from the Behemoth was a large pile of rubble from the collapse containing large boulders…

Skalaz scrunched his face as he quickly tried to do the calculations he needed… This was gonna be a bit wild… The goblin only hoped that this was gonna go well, with a snap of his fingers the pits walls resonated with the eerie sound of air funneling into so where else, the the cave was leaking… Skalaz tried his best to take care I’m leaving some oxygen for the cult… When the goblin felt it was time he did his best to warn the others… “Find cover this is likely to be big!” The goblin roared before in the count of five the goblin snapped his other fingers causing the smallest of sparks to spring to life in the hollowed cracks pile of rubble specifically around a particular boulder! It sounded as if lightning had struck inside the caves as the super condensation of oxygen created a bomb of ignition! The rubble exploded into flying rocks and raining boulders! The largest of which sailed right for the behemoths leg! Skalaz heard the beast roar in fury but the dust cloud from the explosion blocked his view… What he did see however was a rather large and jagged piece of rubble was stuck into the wall to the left of Varicar… Skalaz wiped sweat from his brow, that might have been too close and dangerous for the inside of the caves… The goblin dared not glance upwards, the ceiling riddled with rubble and boulders… What structural damages might have been done to the cave?

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Meremi grins as she watches Skalaz work his alchemic magic, before adding her own earth-bending Shamanic magic of her own. With the upward momentum of her hands dozens of boulders spring from the rocky floor of the death arena below them. They hover above the ground for a moment. Shoving her hand before her Meremi sends them blasting across the fiery pit. They strike the Troggs, and the stone walls with enough force, to explode on contact. Meremi lets out a whoop of joy, as nearly a dozen of the retched troggs are reduced to bloody piles of bones, blood and rubble.

Seeing that Skalaz is dealing with the ones on the ceiling, she decides to deal with those on the ground. She watches as the rush toward the Watcher after he strikes the side of the cave. Bringing her bare foot up she gently steps down on the stone before her, and curls her toes against the heat warmed rock. Beneath her the ground beneath about ten of the charging troggs shifts. What was once solid stone becomes quicksand. The Troggs quickly start to sink into it, they struggle uselessly trying to escape. Just as the last vanishes beneath it, Meremi solidifies it again. She can almost hear the screams as the horrid troggs are crushed.

Meremi slams her hands together then throws them open causing the dust to part allowing them to see the extent of the Damage causes by the Master Alchemists attack. The behemoth Trogg was teetering on one foot. It other leg had been completely decimated from about mid calf down. Lava flowed from the shattered stump like water from a waterfall. If it was capable of registering pain, it would be howling in agony. Still even from this distance Meremi could see that it was furious. Now it was her turn to deal with the other leg. She scratches her chin for a second before making her move. Focusing her attention on the behemoths foot she summons her magic. The trogg monstrosity starts stumbling forward as its foot starts to crush in on itself as Meremi starts compacting the stone. Meremi strains visibly sweat dripping from her brow, as she clenches her hands together. There’s a loud snapping sound as the Massive troggs foot goes from being a few meters to a mere 18 inches.

Meremi drops to her knees her hands still clenched and now resembling petrified stone. She had gone a little to far, and was glad that Skalaz was close by. While exceptionally agonizing, the alchemic genius would be able to transmute her petrified hands back to flesh again.

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Adelion stared mournfully at her gnarled and twisted hands. Her fingers felt stiff, the joints making sounds like the snapping of dry twigs, whenever she moved her fingers. Adelion cannot help but jump at every little crack at first. Taking a few deep breaths she places her hands to her side and slowly rises up off of the make shift cot. There were those that needed her healing skills. Here she was bemoaning the loss of the looks of her pretty human hands. When all around her was death, those that had lost arms, legs, those who were burnt beyond recognition. Yet she was sitting there crying about something cosmetic. She was a cleric of the Cult, as such the most important thing was seeing to the cults member. That is what she would do, she would do her best to aide those that required it.

On her feet she moves towards a young human, who’s had the whole right side of his face practically melted. She could see that he had bitten through his lip to keep from crying out in pain. Adelion reaches out and lightly touches the charred blackened flesh. The touch causes the man to jump and let out a sharp gasp of pain. “Shhhh, it’s okay, I’m going to take the pain away.” Adelion claims, trying to calm him. As she chants, magic flows from those gnarled fingers into the burnt flesh, and muscle of her patient. Adelion can feel it as the man begins to relax, the agony of his wound becoming more bearable. When she finishes his face will forever be grotesquely deformed. He will never be able to speak properly, nor will he ever hear from that destroyed ear. Still he would live to use a blade again, and that was good enough. The young man gives her a small twisted smile of thanks. Reaching out Adelion squeezes his shoulder in a motion meant to comfort…

The young man lets out this guttural choking scream, spittle flying from his mouth. His eyes go wide in agony before rolling back in his head. Adelion hears cracking, and snapping, believing them to be her joints. She is startled at the reaction from the young man. One of the older healers that had just arrived rushes over to see what is happening. “Adelion let him go.” She quickly says. “What?” “Let him go now!” This time it was an order, and Adelion swiftly moved her hand from the mans shoulder. It was then that she saw it. The young mans shoulder was completely crushed. The flesh, and muscles pulverized, the bones ground to slivers and dust. Oh god had she done that to him? She was a healer, had she just destroyed that young mans arm. Oh god, she can’t breathe, her lungs feel like they are on fire. A sharp sting of pain across her cheek has her breathing again. “Go over there and collect yourself, you are no help to yourself, or others while your panicking.” The elder healer claims. Not rudely, but matter of factly.

Adelion goes over and stand next to the wall, trying to calm herself. She looks at her twisted, gnarled petrified wood looking hands. Letting out a scream of frustration she punches the wall. Stepping back her mouth drops open, she had expected broken fingers. Instead a large chunk of the wall was now on the ground at her feet. There were also now a large crack that ran from floor to ceiling, and some that spread across the walls like spiderwebs. A loose chunk of rock drops fromthe ceiling striking her on the head. She looks up and sees them and yells, “Troggs on the ceiling.” The archers not claimed by the behemoth Troggs attack, turn their bows to the wretched things as the start dropping from the ceiling into the room. Three of them drop down on the startled young priestess. One on either side,the third directly before her. The two flanking her grab at her, their disease ridden teeth sinking into the f,exhausted of her upper arms. Grunting in pain Adelion snags hold of the arms of the Trogg before her. Her eyes fill with hate and rage, as she listens to the sounds of its bones being crushed. It’s muscles, and flesh sound like stone being ground up. It is sreamimg in agony and snapping at her with its disgusting mouth. Adelion grins evilly as she rips the arms from the Troggs body. Crossing her own arms she drives them through the skulls of the two troggs that are biting her. They drop to the floor dead, an arm sticking up out of each of their heads.

Adelion closes her fingers, smiling at the cracking sounds the knuckles made. With her fists doubled up, she makes her way towards a group of troggs. She would need to learn how to control the strength she had gained from these new hands, gifted to her by the Artificer. Still for now she was going to pulverize as many of those retched beasts that she could.

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Isaik have a small wicked grin as he felt Yumara’s opinions on the actions exhibited by Sericon… “What is a matter Yumara, you find his use of force a attempted show of great strength?” Isaik gave a dark laugh, “If only gets was capable of of such actions… This is the cost of the Bond between him and Izzabelle… When one is so completed by becoming a whole… It can leave great holes filled with lacking when they are apart…” Isaik whispered to his own Yumara, without him she might feel the same way unbalanced…

Isaik turned his blank emotionless gaze unto Yumara, “How very fortunate for Izzabelle to return at such a time… However, How very unfortunate for her place of arrival… I do believe she is quite capable of surviving under such circumstances…” Isaik stated, the one he was truly observing closely was Yumara, the two elves moving through the forest could cause extensive damage, Isaik would reaffirm his control over Yumara if she so required it.

Isaik moves slightly backwards allowing the two beings to communicate more face to face… It was Isaik’s way, he worked better from the background unseen and unknown but ever present like a looming shadow…

Isaik listened to the mention of Yumara stating that outside forces might wish to tried to destroy her… Isaik placed his boney fingers together, a true challenge that would be to try to destroy what was his… The Dark One had many shadowy powers under his control even here locked in the past… Now Isaik locked his eyes upon Orion, his dark voice reaching out to him… “Problems you were not expecting… So intriguing that we both feel the same dark feelings… Fate changes ever quickly… Such powerful beings in play, the universe seems to reaching to play its own hand.” Isaik whispered before his attention was drawn back to his nature being clutching his robes, he stepped ever closer once more…

Isaik tilted his head, lost time? How inconvenient that would be for the power and individuals he controlled in his reach… The vacuum of power in the wake of his absence… There were protocols for such situations, chains of command! Would they be followed however, would they remain discreet or would now be the time the entire operations were uncovered to the light…

Isaik places his hands together, although orion saw the tragic event as a terrible loss, Isaik saw potential… The mere idea that spiders could be used instead of memories to prevent Izzabelle’s loss was intoxicatingly pleasurable… Memories lost were hard to replace, false ones could be made normally yet Izzabelle was unique… Orion’s mention that years would be needed to replace them was perfect, in the nether they had a few thousand, barring no horrific losses occurred in the mean time there would be enough time to have the nest remade a hundred times. Still Isaik was not one to take chances, he would increase the power he sent to Izzabelle to further facilitate the regrowth of her swarm…

Isaik said nothing his input was not needed, he knew the location of Izzabelle and that was what mattered, though Isaik did wonder would Orion stop the dark one from entering such a timeless space if it was necessary that Isaik’s intervention was needed? It had been said countless times, many in the universe wanted these individuals to perish, Isaik knew Izzabelle was no different… That fool Ebony undoubtedly planning his next strike to get to Jericha…

Isaik cast his gaze over Yumara affirming a feeling of calmness and strength… Without Orion present she was still among the Master… His power great and terrifying, what he would do to protect what was his horrific and dangerous beyond reason… For deep down, Isaik was still Zalak a demon lord of great greed and pride, no amount of loss in life was to great to keep him from what he desired…

Isaik turned his hollow expression over to Orion his face almost had a version of a smirk… “My spell? I made merely words, I had no hand personally in the state they are in. But I do warn this… Spells cast to suppress their blood would not last forever, the magic of ones birth and blood is more powerful then most know…” Isaik whispered his voice unbodied and all around them, “Do you not trust the Children of such a powerful being to choose the right paths despite such revelations?” Isaik hissed, for he would not get involved he meant it, but he would be a fool not to have some respect for the blood of one of his greatest commanders… Isaik considered telling Orion that it would perhaps wiser to appear before the children as a humanoid of the area rather than himself, if the blood of the children was already revealing itself they hardly needed to be made aware of a timeless feline godlike being, who knew how they would react… But Isaik reaffirmed his own decision to not be involved, it was up to Orion to come to his own conclusions…

Isaik considered the vision before him, was Izzabelle destined to despise him as a tyrant over her life… Perhaps after they retrieved the orb containing the object of great power, Isaik could show how benevolent a Master he could be by providing a reward unlike any other… Bit what… Isaik cast his eyes to the nether above… Perhaps with enough power and souls and maybe something more Isaik could further clash against that curse upon her bonded, he would gift magic back upon him and to her she would further see the elf she had bonded with… He would need to meditate on how to accomplish such a act… Then perhaps it was time to allow the bonded time without trials…

“Yumara, you have learned much of myself and those under me… Perhaps it is time I learn more of those who wish to bring harm to you…” Isaik hissed, his eyes unmoving from her…

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Sericon was not not surprised it was entirely not unexpected that Izzabelle so eager to be close to him has literally leapt from the trees like a tiger before taking him down to the ground. The void elf however was up quickly, still carrying Izzabelle in his arms as she threw her arms around his neck. Sericon gave her a hug back, “Orion didn’t take me this time for some reason, Master has me out here looking for some kinda orb…” Sericon state’s before hearing her remark on more lost memories, it was not good to continue to lose so much. “I will always remember you too my bonded.” Sericon replies quickly as her last sentence.

Sericon listened to what she recalled she had remembered before the dark musty smell of undeath permeated the area… They were being hunted once again… Sericon never did like the smell of undeath, for though he had little care for his home kingdom he had still been just as shocked as everyone when it fell… As Izzabelle pulled forth her blades so to did Sericon however he froze when his bonded had mentioned his ship…

The Master has sent him to retrieve whatever it was that this orb truly was but he had never explicitly stated that Sericon and Izzabelle were forced to crawl through the jungle muck, it was not the Masters way. Sericon his his face with the palm of his hand, he really needed to get used to a Master that unlike Salkeen just gave objectives and expected them to figure out how… Sericon lifted his left arm pressing demonic runes that seemed like decoration in his armor… “Wish we were in that vessel now huh?” Sericon said with a coy grin, before pressing the last rune… Behind the elf a low hum reverberated out as the void like vessel Master has gifted him seemed to materialize from nowhere! The dark vessel floated unmoving about six feet from the ground smooth black metal reflected only the tiniest bits of light like obsidian made from solid shadows… Sericon presses another rune causing the vessel to fire out a few blasts of demonic fire into the brush before them before grabbing Izzabelle’s hand and transporting them both within the ship.

A low roar echoed around the elves, it seemed that something large had noticed the offensive technology to its domain. “Looks like he we will need to do a quick take off!” Sericon said a smile on his face yet his voice showed his slight concern for whatever it was that now created loud booms as if it was moving closer! Sericon leapt for the driver seat as he swiftly guided Izzabelle over to the co-pilot spot. Sericon nearly pushed the runes he knew to make the vessel fly before turning to Izzabelle, “Having not actually flown this ship before I would hold on tight!” The void elf joked before taking control of the vessel! The vessel needed no charge up or slow take off with the press of a button the vessel jetted into the air like perhaps a slick and expensive car might drive on a smooth road In Azeroth’s future! The acceleration was unbelievable it seemed as they went faster the ship more securely held them in their seats! It also seemed the two elves had taken off just in time as a mountainous claw render the earth they once stood upon! Sericon pushed the ship higher as the great hound like colossal beast roared a earsplitting shriek glaring at the ship that had narrowly escaped its wrath!

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Amberlei watches in rage as the behemoth Trogg releases the massive chunk of stone. Letting out a roar of fury as it strike where the are hers are providing fire from above. She watches helpless as many are torn to shreds by the exploding rocks. While others tumble into the fiery death pit, as the ledge gives way beneath them. One can almost heat the crunch as bones break, and shatter. Then the blood curdling screams of being eaten alive. The horrific agony of having your organs ripped from you. Watching in your last pained filled moments, those wretched creatures shoveling them into their disgusting maws.

Amberlei watches as the Watcher is sent across the room and into the wall. She can tell by the way he is holding his side that the blow had broken and cracked a few ribs. He would need a few precious metals meets to pop a potion. Turning nag it’s attention towards her it spits out a massive glob of lava. Amberlei rolls to the side bringing up her shield. She managed to avoid the brunt of it, but unable to block all of the splatter. She hisses in pains as it splashes up over her, burning exposed flesh and muscle. The massive trogg turns and grins, seeing that Varicar hurt, decides to make him his prey. The cavernous room shakes as the behemoth rushes across the floor. Casting pain suppression Amberlei rushes to intercept the wretched golem.

With a heroic leap she comes down before Varicar and slams her shield down before the both of them just nano seconds before the Artificer lets loose his attack. The sheer magnitude of the blast send Amberlei crashing back into The Watcher, and both of them into the wall. Fortunately her shield managed to protect them from the brunt of the blast. The massive Trogg howls in rage, its bellow causes large parts of the ceiling to start caving in. Dozens of Troggs find themselves falling to either their deaths. Or trapped like butterflies pinned to a board, beneath a ton of rock. The flames of Skalaz’s alchemic fire, slowing roasting them. Amberlei can’t help but grin at the sounds of their horrific terrified screams of agony. When the dust clears the behemoth’s left leg from mid calf down has been completely decimated. It let our a second rage filled scream as its right foot is crushed to about one one hundredth its original size.

The entire room shakes as the massive monstrosity falls to its knees about three yards from where Varicar, and she had hit the wall. Swinging it arm back it brings its rocky lava veined fist down hard. It would leave the retched Watcher and his pathetic dog nothing but blood stains on the wall. Amberlei rushes and intercept the blow, slamming her shield against the massive Troggs hand as he brings it down the resulting thunder clap blasts her eardrums temporarily deafening her. Two of the behemoth’s massive fingers break off, lave like blood pours from the wound spilling over Amberlei’s shield further scorching her damaged flesh. Eyeing her blade sticking out of its rotten mouth. She rushes up the creatures arm bashing her shield against the hilt, casting devastation just as it strikes. Amberlei falls back screaming as her arm is torn from its socket, as the sword strikes something hard enough to shatter her blade. She strikes the ground about a foot in front of Varicar. One leg still deformed, an arm hanging uselessly to her side, the right half of her face burnt to the point of being unrecognizable she lifts her shield. The remainder of her blade falls free of the Troggs mouth. It is then that Amberlei sees it, now that the blade isn’t there. A glowing red gem no bigger then the size of her fist, encased in this blacking metallic like stone covered in magical runes. However on further inspection one would notice a sliver of a hole in its defenses leaving the gem exposed to an attack. It it would take something precise.

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Varicar spit another bit of blood into the dirt before using his elbow to get partially back to his feet. That hideous thing glared at him from across the room before giving a grin, Varicar would give that creature something to smile about…

The battle was furious and quick the goblins working to bring down the monstrosity with great magical power where physical and martial might had failed! The room shook violently as the compressed oxygen explosion carefully tended to by Skalaz reached its apex! Rocks, dust, shrapnel rained down around the room injuring and killing all those who had not been prepared! Ears ringing Varicar looked around countless troggs had been pinned to walls, tossed like ragdolls the force twisting and tearing their bodies. However just as troggs had been mangled so to were members of the cult Their bodies littering the battlefield. The elf looked to his side, Amberlei had managed to close the gap between him, but now they both sat against the wall of the cavern… Even after such a attack the fight was far from over as the behemoth miraculously was still standing safe for a missing leg…

Varicar leapt to his feet the adrenaline in his blood dulling any pain he had from his injuries, the elf snapped his eyes back to the behemoth as it roared out in agony, it’s other leg collapsing under a incredible force. That had to be Meremi, one of Skalaz’s closer cult members he brought with him from Undermine.

Varicar rolled as Amberlei moved to block, the elf readied his blades as Amberlei dove in striking a blow to the behemoth’s jaws but at the cost of her own arm and leg… Varicar leapt over Amberlei as she fell, her form landing behind him Varicar slashed at the behemoths eyes as it lunged towards them with its barely working hands! The elf spun around putting more force into his strikes as he tore large gouges of rock from the behemoths face. The behemoth blinded lunged forward mouth open, Varicar jabbed the two fist blades into the jaws of the beast forcing it to stay open the humid breath of the beast was nauseating! In the blink of a eye the elf secured the straight dagger from the hilt behind him, whipping it around and stabbing it into the thin opening, the crystal started to crack from within as Varicar twisted the blade! Varicar flipped backwards before kicking the twisted blade as deep as he could, serrated teeth and burning saliva causing the elf to grunt in pain! Varicar rolled backwards away from the stabbing blade the crystal continuing to crack and break, he rolled over top of Amberlei bracing himself to try to block any final attacks! Finally the jewel shattered bursting into dust, the behemoth reaching with its broken hands towards the elves, it’s eyes grew dull before the construct simply started to crumble apart!

With the power source destroyed the behemoth crumbled apart into the stones and rocks that had made it, the burning liquids that once leaked from its wounds cooled to a solid black before also crumbling apart. With the great behemoth destroyed the troggs still living from the explosions and fighting looked unnerved, unsure if they should continue to fight or flee… Varicar would not give them that chance! “Leave none standing brothers and sisters of the cult! Let no trogg leave this place alive!!” Varicar roared, though calling for their extermination the Watcher himself hoped to subdue one or two before his adrenaline waned, they could interrogate the crude creatures… Varicar reaches into his pouch pulling forth a red vial before extending a hand to pull Amberlei up, “drink this, I can’t have you dying after we already won!” Varicar said looking at Amberlei’s eyes to see if she was alright before glancing at a pair of troggs backing away from the pit…

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“I don’t recall much anymore from the time before what I am now. It will probably be best if I just show you.” With that Yumara forcefully drops some of the natural barriers that she has protecting her mind. At first Master would experience only deep black emptiness, then life. A connection to all things, earth, mountains, forests, deserts, swamps, rivers, oceans, rocks, plants, sand, air. He could feel everything from the largest of living creatures to the tiniest microscopic ones. They were all part of a whole, all connected, life, death, the change of seasons. Time passed decades became centuries, centuries turned to millenniums, soon millions of years had passed. Through it all she just existed, she was everything and everything was her.

A shift, a change in the natural order, a voice different from the normal droning. It spoke to her, it described the taste of summer berries, the feeling of cool water heated flesh. It talked to her of colors, and smells, teaching her of what life was, the life that she could never see, never be or experience. So she dreamed, dreamed of all these wonderful things that it drew pictures of with its descriptions. For years she slept and dreamt and it continued to speak to her filling her slumber with mystical and magical creatures and worlds.

Then came the silence, the pain, and agony and loss that caused her to break. Across the surface mountains crumbled into canyons, volcanoes erupted, tornadoes, tsunamis, floods, earthquakes ripped across the world. Killing and destroying all in its path. The pain and rage grew worse with each death, as she started collapsing in on herself. Every soul every life the plants, animals, trees, earth, water, air, fire, all that had existed was sucked into the black-hole of despair and emptiness that she had become. Soon there was nothing left, a vast emptiness where she once existed. Yet the emptiness yearned it desired, so it moved, consuming other worlds. It grew, and spread like an non-containable plague, powerful destructive…

It struck something, something that knocked it back, something that gave it form. She wakes from the nightmare, everything is gone, everything that she was, all of her connections… wait they are still there buried deep within, but there’s now a myriad of sensations that were never there before, sights, sounds, tastes, so much, to much. Then there was pain again, not like before. She was being attacked, something or things sought her destruction. There were to many to strong. She was weaker in this newly given form so she fled into the ever twisting darkness. Through that darkness they pursued her, striking out at her, tearing away parts of what she was. A world unlike others, voices like one she can barely remember beckons to her. So she follows a seed so small, and sickly, without thought she connects herself to it, hides within it. Safe from those who sought her destruction, closing her eyes she sleeps.

The visions end as the barriers snap back into place. "From what Orion says, I had become a plague that destroyed worlds, consuming all and growing. To destroy me they gave me form, never did it occur to them that I had consciousness. I was but a disease that was spreading across the universe, one that needed to be eradicated. When I hid within the body of who would become my mother, I didn’t understand the consequences of such an action. I didn’t realize that my existence would intertwine with that of the child’s, changing us both.

“Still it was the child that saved me, because those that pursued me could not end an innocent life. So they sent Orion to watch over me, to stop me from becoming a plague of worlds again. As the child protects me from death, my balance is needed to protect it. For once it is no more my destruction is guaranteed, because I’m not a risk they are willing to take.” With that Yumara tightens her grip on Master’s robes and looks out into her darkened forest.

“It would seem that Sericon finally remembered that he could fly.” she says with a small smile on her face. “They will learn that like the ground, even the air isn’t safe.” She turns her attention back to Master and tilts her head slightly. I would say those that wish to bring me harm are those whose job it is to keep order. to them I am the chaos that rips through order leaving behind vast pockets of nothingness which tears apart the order." Yumara finishes, she isn’t sure if Master Understands, she herself doesn’t understand much of it. Still at times she yearns for the silence of just existing, the time before that voice spoke to her.

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Izzabelle cocks her head to the side and holds onto Sericon as he carries her. She has no idea who this Orion person is? Perhaps the one that she saw just before she appeared in the retched forest. Who ever this Orion was, she wanted to hunt them, and hurt them for separating her from her bonded. “An Orb?” Izzabelle questions her voice so low it might not have been heard. There was something that she wasn’t remembering but she couldn’t recall for the life of her what it was.

Laughing she throws her arms around his shoulders and hugs him even tighter then before. Her spiders follow them keeping to the trees, attacking those that sought to bring harm to the bonded.

The Smell of death is one that she will always remember, although she cannot recall why. or how. Her skin crawls and her body trembles slightly in both fear and anticipation. She moves so that her back is to Sericon’s. If they were to be ambushed they stood the best chance fighting back to back.

Izzabelle cannot help but let out a “Whoop!” of joy when her Bonded’s vessel appears hovering in the air before them. Just in time to it would seem, for ahead of them in the forest these horrific creatures start to shamble out. What might of once been demons, and other fey creatures lurch towards them. Their bodies rotting, and decaying. The smell even from this distance enough to make you start to choke and gag. Atop their heads were these twisted mushroom like beings. Izzabelle notices that some of the demons and fey aren’t as decayed as the others, still they move as though possessed. Breaking through the trees these ungainly monstrosities shambled towards where Sericon and her stood.

Seeing her bonded pressing runes built into his gloves has Izzabelled swiftly recalling her spiders. Taking a deep breath in she sucks them from the forest, back into the safety of the nest within. For a brief moment her body becomes grotesquely distorted, before returning to normal. with a flash they are inside the vessel, and away from those horrid things. There’s a series of loud bangs as the disgusting creatures lift large boulders and throw them at the hovering vessel. Izzabelle stumbles as the ship jerks slightly after being struck by an exceptionally large rock.

Izzabelle nods her head at the mention of taking off quickly. “Damn what type of messed up place is this?” she asks herself, just as much as she was her bonded. Izzabelle sits on the edge of her seat for a brief second until Sericon mentions holding on tight. Laughing she throws her arms around him and hold on tight for a brief second. before dropping back into the co-pilots seat.

Once the engines were engaged, and the ship moved. Izzabelle felt and invisible barrier form around her, holding her comfortably into the seat that she occupied. Looking back she could see the colossal hound glaring at them. Along the ground she could see what looked like thousand of those rotting, shambling, possessed corpses. Looking she notices that the sky seems darker in a certain area. No! that darkness was moving, hundreds of felbats screeched and dove towards the vessel. Behind them Izzabelle could see a massive ball of energy forming in the great hounds mouth. She looks around the ship then to her bonded, “where’s the damn weapons system on this ship?” she blurts out.

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“Indeed, the Master said it contained a object for our mission later, as to what it is, I did not ask.” Sericon replied his eyes watching her had she forgotten Orion now? This was getting a bit dangerous Sericon thought… Izzabelle wrapper her arms around him before they continued to challenge the forest, that was until Izzabelle reminded Sericon that perhaps flight would be easier.

Sericon gave a small smile at Izzabelle’s enthusiasm for his vessel, the horrific fungi zombies however were not something Sericon had seen before or wanted to deal with. Pressing a few runes the ship hummed to life laying a suppressive fire of fire into the jungle brush! The ships weapons flared to life cutting apart several fungal zombies, their hideous decaying bodies hitting the ground, but even with such force blasting them apart they still moved several quite alive… These creatures were as hard to kill as power scourge… More seemed to come through the trees, Sericon was in no mood to fight these creatures on their terms, this is when he grabbed Izzabelle’s hand.

Sericon gave a shocked look as his vessel shuddered from the assault of rocks, how could they hurt his ride? It mattered not he would blast this spot from the air… That was until he heard… The piercing roar…

“A place of true wild nightmares! Some mix of shadows and feral nature!” Sericon stated before they took to the skies! Izzabelle fell back into her seat at her very words.

The ship responded by materializing a combat station infront of her! This was the dark and powerful creation that void and fel could make of Naaru based technology! While Sericon could use two runes in the front to generate fel blasts at targets infront of them, it was to Izzabelle and her weapon system to kill any targets from the side or back! Sericon peeked backwards, the great leviathan beast was charging some great ball of energy, infront of the elves was a swarm of fel bats no doubt here to feed on the life now provided to them. Sericon scoffed, fel bats? They had faced a wall of flames in a much worse ship! Sericon tilted the controls causing the vessel to spin a signature move the elf used on Centralis. Activating the runes in front of his the elf creating a whirling blast of fel bolts that shot forward towards the fel bats.

Sericon flew right at the swarm his concentration and resolve unwavering, the continued blasts from the runes he activated slowly causing the bats to spread away from such a burning death. Sericon glanced back to the great guardian beast moments before it was ready to loose its great attack, before Sericon with a short laugh pulled the ship up and activated a short wave translucency device! The ship pitching upwards faded from view from the fel bats moments before the great beast below loosed it’s great attack! Sericon struggled to maneuver the vessel out of the way in time the blast mere centimeters from the back of the vessel! Behind them the blast cleaved through the fel bat swarm like a bullet through butter! Sericon saw his moment pulling a few levers the vessel seemed to stall out preforming a short loop, Sericon dove into the hole through the swarm made by the guardian hound beast! They were still mostly invisible and the majority of the swarm now focused on the guardian beast below, this however would change quickly if the swarm closed the hole off before they were through! Any bat that impacted against the ship would reveal it from its stealth!

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Chaotic magic, the magic of demons… Aeseir’s gut twisted slightly, how had this happened? Were they corrupted by some unseen demonic forces? Would the exiled and elusive guardian come to kill them both before they could explain they had no idea what this was? Would the Kirin Tor itself listen to their pleas??

Aeseir was thinking the same thing as Jaseiah apparently, what would there mother think? With her recently recovering mind would she lash out and try to kill her own children even if they tried to tell her they knew not where this power came from? Had she felt this surge of power herself? How could they ask without telling her? Aeseir looked down his head filled with confusion and dark thoughts of death as the goblins led them back up to the room above…

The walk up the stairs felt like ages to Aeseir, before this he eagerly rushed towards combat a thrill in the fight. But now, had that thrill been the dark corruptions of fel twisting him to violence and evil? Could he trust himself not to turn into some legion pawn bent of bringing the people of Azeroth to their knees?

The tempo changed slightly as the doors to Zazzaa opened wide the goblin standing on his desk he was so filled with joy! “Spectacular! Amazing! What’s the word… Magnificent! Magnificent! Magnificent!!” Zazzaa called out his arms waving in the air! “If you to got that kinda crazy Kirin Tor magic you your sleeve you are always welcome if not outright encouraged to be apart of my great arena!!” Zazzaa called out, he still seemed to be jumping around.

Aeseir watched them small green creature… Goblins were so new, apparently they were not privy to the information that fel and chaos magic was a evil omen… This greedy creature only saw the power they used as a means to further entertain… It did certainly mean however Zazzaa would not rat them out to the Kirin Tor…

Zazzaa spoke up once more, “Your cut of the profits.” The leatherclad goblin said becoming alarmingly serious once again. Zazzaa dropped three large bags of gold infront of the elves… It was definitely enough for the elves to further purchase anything they might need but clearly not a large percentage of the true profits the elves had procured for Zazzaa today in defeating the hydra. Zazzaa locked eyes with Jaseiah who had bartered with him before the arena… “I will be working on our other arrangements… Goblins are fickle creatures, I am sure I can get you what minerals your looking for soon enough…” Zazzaa stated, to Aeseir it looked like he was talking about the Kajamite…

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“Time has a way of eroding most memories…” Isaik replied his words seemingly floating on the air, even a being like him could hardly put together all the eons he spent in the nether…

Yumara might have been surprised to learn this feeling was not as foreign as one might think to the Master. His greatest powers came from his working connections into the minds of everything he could reach. From the flying ravens, to the swift fish of the seas. The wriggling worms and the elementals themselves… This is how the Eredar lord gained such great power, how he seemingly knew everything, his connections gave him knowledge and power…

This is where it began, like Zalak himself, Yumara was a ancient being… Eredar themselves were naturally long living creatures several of what those pitiful things called themselves… The Exiled Ones, Draenei had seen the fall of Argus… The legions operations in the nether only made the tracking of ones age even more complicated…

This is where the differences in the two truly began… Yumara’s visions of such a world and mysterious creatures, what it seemed to show… Zalak was born a Eredar and clawed his way to god-like power upon experiencing his great envy seeing the great lords of the void… Yumara was born to such power, a wild god but something more… She was a wild god of forests, of life connected…

Some great agony this wild goddess endured, she changed… Her experience forcing a change not unlike the changes in the races of Azeroth, except this was much darker… A wild goddess of life and forests turned to a wild goddess of vile growth and wild consumption… Her form still great in power more like the nature and wrathful sporemounds that Zalak hard gleaned from Draenor’s elementals… A being destined to grow, expand and consume until it could do nothing else but consume itself but on a planetary scale!

Something stood against her great path of destruction, like the great Grond of Draenor or Azeroth against the legion… Perhaps it was the legion itself that stood against her path? The legion had great weapons of unimaginable destruction, weapons that Azeroth were spared from because of what the planet was… The legion was not so kind to planets it deemed worthless…

A new form once again, whatever stood against her willed her very death! Changed it tried to make her more mortal… But Yumara was still to strong, she survived…

A world unlike others… Azeroth perhaps? Titan souls were rare and one such as Azeroth in power was unheard of… She hid within another to escape fate, much like Zalak his within Isaik to escape oblivion…

Isaik stood nearby his hand pressed together within his dark cloak… It appeared most of his assumptions were correct… The child perhaps was a interesting idea… Perhaps the child was Izzabelle or Jericha, the three shared a bond unlike others… “I watch in Orion’s place, your balance assured while I survive… Nothing to steal you away from me…” Isaik stated, his voice formless and seemingly everywhere… He was cunning, clever, and one of the most dangerous beings to face off against, to come and destroy what was his would be a true challenge…

Isaik nodded slowly, this is how he proffered things… Isaik did not need brainless peons… It was why he lacked a great demon army under his thrall… His minions were to be self sufficient, self learning and capable of making their own plans… Sericon had realized that Isaik had not forbidden anything to be used, he likely never would… It was up to Sericon and Izzabelle to forge forward and complete any quests received in their own ways.

A similar feeling that Isaik enjoyed, a lingering voice at the back of the mind, the shadow over ones shoulder… Isaik’s involvements were always meant to be subtle… The cults discovery by outside eyes forever saved by the overlooked shadow looming in the corner glaring with Malice… Isaik understood Yumara…

“Now we prepare… I have a feeling a ample reward for the bonded on their return… is the return of a familiar power… But much will be needed as sacrifice to further regain what was lost…” Isaik hissed slowly weaving his hands attuning the great citadel to the goal at hand…

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Orion appears back in his space in a poof of smoke, in his ever present feline form, sitting atop his floating on his broom. Leaping from it he switches to his humanoid form, completely transforming before his feet hit the ground. One of the many Izzabelle’s was now healing and had returned to her Bonded. Of course with Oblivion there is always a price to pay. Now to fix this Izzabelle if even possible for me to do, with so little to work with. Orion thinks as he walks through a door that suddenly appears before him. Stepping into a room frozen in time, and space, he looks at the lone occupant of the room. She is in horrific shape even worse then when Salkeen had to give her up. Gliding across the room, he swiftly closes the space that is separating them.

Reaching down he places a hand over her brow, not quite touching it. Sighing as he scans what remains of her, what his magic might be able to salvage. Frowning he pulls his hand away, there was to much lost, the damage was beyond his abilities to repair. Her soul needed to be healed, it was damaged to the point where Jericha would need to do her job. If Orion himself had to drop from Salkeen and bring her here he would. After all at his full power he could Yumara right in her track. Yet on this place called Azeroth there were certain laws that needed to be mostly followed. Less you wish to draw the attention of something undesirable. Looking at the broken remains of Izzabelle he stands. For now she would be okay, locked in time he had a brief window before he would need to act.

As soon as he steps a door appears, and he is in a different area. He would need to go a speak with Ahcirej, he had returned to a future where Ahcirej had chosen to die, leading to the death of all the others. Going back he had watched and waited to see what might have caused the rift in her relationship with Aeseir, and Jaseiah. Now that he k ew he would need to fix it. However he would not be able to go as himself, he would need to wear the face of another. The face of an old friend that she would trust with her life. A friend who’s death had been greatly exaggerated.

Alaric Kent, stands outside the door of a building that looks like if should be condemned. How theses Goblins managed to find their homes amidst this chaos was both fascinating, and horrifying. Still they bustle past him like he isn’t even there, a simple notice me not spell, keeping him hidden from view as he reaches out and raps a few times on the heavy metal door with the backs of his knuckles.

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