Nihsa approaches the priestess slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. “Now dat you be taken care of da roaches, I be dealing wid you.” The woman laughs, “The only one who will be dealt is you, you lowly piece of trash.” She screams casting penance again. This time the strikes are intercepted by the Storm Elemental that appears between the two women. The Elemental then rushes at the foolish woman and strikes out at her. Striking her in the chest a powerful gust of wind sends her flying back into the wall of the Captain’s quarters. Nihsa hears the tell tale sounds of bones breaking. The woman goes to heal herself just as Nihsa hexes her. Continuing across the deck of the Crimson Quell she picks up the frog. Walking over to one of the cannons being prepared to fire again, she drops the frog down into it. The gunner grins puts the cannon ball in, and lights the fuse. An explosion of blood, guts, bone pieces, chunks of organs and muscles, burst from the end of the cannon as the cannon fires. “Dis cannon will need to be scoured.” Nihsa says as the blood, and bloodied bits drip out of the cannon onto the deck.
Nihsa turns to face Marcc as he barrels up to her side. Cursing slightly at what he has to say she turns to look at the scuttled Frigate. *They say that pirates are bad, but privateers and pirate hunters were just as awful. She knows it’s how she had met Miya, she also recalls the horrible ways they would be tortured, just because they weren’t human. Clearing her head, Nihsa thinks for but a moment. “I can be handling tings here, you get ta helping Valenae.” She says as her Storm Elemental rages across the deck of the Quell sending Stromgardian pirate hunters over the rails with shattered bones, torn muscles, internal bleeding, and ruptured organs. “Dat nose of yours be able ta find Valenae fast.”
Amberlei cannot help but blame herself as she looks at the destruction around her. She should have made sure that woman was dead. But no, she hadn’t done that. Instead she had thought to have her further tortured by being eaten alive. Still she should of died, either from blood loss, exposure, or drowning in her own blood. How was she still here? How had she managed to survive? How was it that she controlled so many wretched Troggs? So many question, and no answers. Amberlei looks around her again at the devastation. She rips off a piece of her fire blackened bloodied cloak, and wraps it around her face. The thick coppery smell of blood and charred cloth assaults her nose. Still it was better than the foul stench of burned, and cooked, bodies that filled the air. It also helped to protect against the smoke, and dust.
Looking at Adelion, Amberlei knew she was in need of help, but there was little she could do trapped as they were at this time. Ripping off another piece of her cloak she wraps it around Adelion’s face. She then moves Adelion to a safer area, before searching for other Survivors. As she nears the edge of the large pool of still boiling water, something grabs hold of her ankle. Letting out a startled shriek, she jumps back. Looking down she searches for what had grabbed her ankle. After a moment she spots one of the Cults guards. The upper half of his body was draped across the rocks that surrounded the pools edge. The rest of his body was submerged beneath the roiling water. Most of the flesh, and tissue on his upper body was blackened, and blistered beyond recognition. There were parts of his helmet that had melted, and melded with his face and skull. Amberlei watches as he grabs at the rocks, trying desperately to pull himself free. Kneeling down she takes hold of his arms and pulls. A second later she is gagging, and retching into the burning pond. As she pulls the soldier out, she realizes that the lower half of his body has been destroyed. His lower half is almost completely gone. The flesh on his abdomen was red, and bubbling up. It rips open on the jagged rocks, spilling cooked intestines out onto the caverns floor. Trembling Amberlei does the only thing that she can for the man. Pulling out a dagger she slips it into the man, killing him instantly. Standing up she continues her search.
Hearing the Watcher she drags herself over towards where he is. Along with her about a dozen other survivors stumble through the smoke. Some of them are covered in horrific burns, there bodies will be forever scarred by this attack. Some of them were lucky, they either managed to protect themselves, or were shielded by the priestesses. It seemed that Adelion was the only one of the three priestesses that had survived. “Watcher, I came across four other survivors, but their condition is critical, and they cannot move on their own. The only surviving priest of this disaster is in shock, both of her hands have melted, the bones are now melded together.” Amberlei says in a slightly shaky voice. “We need to get the survivors out of here and to the healers, before we lose more lives than we already have.” Amberlei states, the survival of what cult members she could save was top priority. She was certain that the Watcher felt the same. “We should also get this area secured, I have no idea how that wretched women survived, or if she will return here.” Amberlei says.
Looking over at the slightly broken form of Skalaz, Amberlei asks. “Do you think you can use that alchemy of yours to get a few of us out of this death pit? They can go and retrieve…” her voice dies off as they hear a voice coming from higher up in the cave… “Hello? Are there any Survivors down there?”
Izzabelle watches as Sericon crosses his arms in front of his chest. A small wistful smile forms on her face for a second as he speaks. The whole ”There is not or ever has been something wrong with you.” sounded so much like who he was… is… she isn’t sure. Smiling again she looks up at her bonded, she knows that he wasn’t that tall, or well built. “I could tell you to not be so blue, but that seems kinda impossible.” Izzabelle says with a slight grin. Trying to keep her mind from thinking no of a past that has been lost to them.
“Oh god, I stole your magic, how can you say there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m like a magic leaching felhound.” Izzabelle blurts out, while stepping back away from her bonded. What would she take from him next, his blood? His soul? His life? she continues to stare in horror at his hand.
“What do you mean not all bad, you couldn’t even lightly toast a piece of bread, with only that much fel.” Izzabelle says her voice shaky and filled with exasperation. not all bad had she stolen his mind along with his magic.
While Sericon’s blade display was a bit impressive it didn’t change things. “You shouldn’t of needed the Master to make you useful again Sericon. You were plenty useful on your own before I forever changed who, and what you were.” Izzabelle says in a voice so low it can barely be heard. Part of her is happy that he gave up everything for her. Another part wonders what was he thinking to weaken himself in such a way? Shaking her head Izzabelle tries not to think of what she had done. Sericon had said it was okay, Is it really okay?
Izzabelle looks over to where Master Isaik stands. “Master associates with annoying, shapeshifting, loud mouth cats?” She asks turning back towards Sericon for an answer.
From listening to the feline speak, Izzabelle got that something was indeed wrong with her. Or something was wrong with her, and trying to fix that wrong had somehow created another wrong. So now she was here to fix the wrong accidentally brought on, by trying to fix an original wrong. It was confusing to try and sort everything out. So how were Sericon, and her, suppose to fix this newest dilemma of hers? She also knows they are meant to do something for the Master, but she cannot recall what it is. Still according to the annoying feline they would find out soon.
Izzabelle smiles, it was nice to see that she hadn’t stolen his knowledge of fel, and all that was associated with it, from him, when she took his magic.
“Two insane people trying to stop the others brains from being fried, we make a wonderful team.” Izzabelle states. The rat sized mutant spider reaches over and wraps two of its front legs around Sericon’s hand, before pushing its head against his palm. “Also who’s the dead Orc?”
Isaik did not miss a beat as Yumara asked her question, “Why the truth of fate…” Isaik hissed with a clever knowing grin… The dark creature knew in time all would be revealed, the reasons the cult acted the way they did, the reason Sericon felt this pull… The day when the Master was resurrected from the black nothingness… But for the moment other things demanded the dark creature’s attention…
Isaik opened his arms and gestured to the sleeping Izzabelle like a ghostly specter choosing a individual for death. “Do as you wish, though I suspect Sericon himself will not awaken Izzabelle again until she herself does so…” Isaik hissed, he merely waited watching as the wild goddess switched the two Izzabelle’s place to further ensure a safe awakening…
Isaik merely stood back a small dark chuckle coming to his form, it was a rough raspy laugh like a dry pair of bones scratching together. “You are quite entertaining…” Isaik hissed looking at Orion, just as Isaik did himself the timeless feline used his power as he deemed fit, as he deemed necessary for the way he wanted the future to look… “When one has the power to do such things why not use it…” Isaik spoke he saw a perhaps likeness of himself in the feline even if Orion did not…
Isaik took in the location that had been chosen for such a endeavor, the great expansive nether a place Zalak had once known intimately well. “The warrior is not sufficient enough to defend himself yet only perhaps because his original made power was taken from him… Yet his willpower remains… Not many who lose so much are so lucky…” Isaik hissed, a ranger who lost the ability to use his hands seldom had a back up skill, a warrior without his sight could hardly fight if he had no magical skills… “The warlock is too young and inexperienced, such things make him naive to the potential effects he can incur…” Isaik stated moving his clawed hands as he spoke…
“Indeed…” Isaik hissed moving forward towards the three individuals they had chosen to bring to such a place, he would let them converse for a few moments longer before interrupting…
It was now Isaik interrupted, “I associate with any being necessary to further our goals…” The dark creature hissed his presence now fully known… Though Isaik could easily answer any of Izzabelle’s questions he felt it useful though allow Sericon to act as the one she could rely on… “As for what and why you are here? The nether is a rather unique location, time flows quite differently here, as such we will use such a effect to our advantage…” Isaik whispered, “Now you both will not remember such a object, but let me assure you it is exactly the item we can use to make this planet more useful…” Isaik hissed revealing a blank scroll from his robes, upon a glance it resonated with a powerful magic, but somehow it seemed sick… Black magic would hiss as it spiraled away from the mysterious object… “The barren scroll… a dark copy of a powerful artifact in Pandaria, but I assure you no less powerful…” Isaik hissed, “It will provide the obstacles you need…” Isaik stated keeping a tight hand on the scroll… Waving his left hand in the air a pedestal formed from the desolate earth of the planet to hold the great object… In a flash the scroll appeared atop the pedestal awaiting the next step, “I will start with something familiar to the scroll… Whenever you are ready merely lift your weapons…” Isaik hissed with a clever grin…
“Proud Di Chen was the finest fighter of his time,” Isaik hissed. "No monk could best him. He slapped arrows out of the air with ease. Mountains were slight inconveniences that could be leapt over or kicked through. Though for all his power he was bored out of his mind. In desperation, Di Chen asked the desert witch Lui Ka for a true challenge.” Isaik continued the tale… “Amused by his arrogance, the witch gave him his wish: he would fight the desert itself. Each grain of sand became a fierce warrior intent on Di Chen’s death.”
Among the dust of the desolate world would arise soldiers that had the vague shape of mogu wielding weapons of every kind… At first their movements were slow as if they were learning to walk before settling their beady eyes on Sericon holding his burning blade and Rekkagg holding his bow… With unbridled fury the creatures of sand roared before charging towards the elf and orc holding weapons, luckily the scroll had created them a bit off giving the two time to prepare for the attack.
Isaik turned to Yumara, “We shall watch for a moment to ensure things go smoothly…” Isaik hissed, the scroll was semi-unpredictable as it was a dark copy of the real thing… The potential side effects were unimaginable and innumerable…
Sericon tilted his head at such a outlandish thing to say, “I’m no more blue than you are green in the eyes!” Sericon stated crossing his arms in a obviously false emotional gesture! Sericon shrugged however he didn’t mind being blue, there were elves like him back on Azeroth, a guy like him could still walk around Dalaran without being attacked.
Sericon put his hands up in a attempt to calm Izzabelle’s raging thoughts, “You did nothing wrong, the Master has a abundance of enemies who would stop at nothing to kill him and his followers… It is one of those horrid people who did this to you and me” Sericon said he thought of Ebony and the curse, but he could hardly tell Izzabelle who it was right then and there. When and if she could ever handle Sericon would tell her what had truly happened that day…
Sericon gasped in a wildly over exaggerated look of offense, “I most assuredly guarantee I could burn your toast whenever we next have breakfast.” The Void elf proclaimed using more will power to increase the size of his flames a bit higher!
“It is the deals we make that make our lives, our service to the Master ensures our own rewards from his power.” Sericon stated his devotion to the Master somewhat showing through again after all these years, “You never were the cause of this accident, and to make up for my service our Master has given me a new way to move forward, that reward was also being able to fight beside you.” Sericon explained, his mind was alight with words but it was hard to explain a devotion to such a being, yet at the same time gratitude for his position because it was not his magic he felt was the most important thing but the person he shared this bond with.
Sericon gave a sheepish smile, “It’s more than two, by Azeroth standards the whole group might as well be insane… But I like to think they just haven’t yet seen our point of view.” Sericon said his experiences with being called insane reminded him of how the denizens of Azeroth viewed the legion, surely a intergalactic army of demons destroying worlds was insane? That was until the truth was revealed, death or a eternity of torment… The Master was similar, even some demons of the legion could not believe defeating the Void Lords was possible, but Sericon did believe… Sericon gave the spider a little scratch on the mandibles before the two living tattoo spiders on his flesh made their way towards his hand to greet their distant brother. “The Orc is here to help us learn how to fight that greatest of enemies, he fought him more than any other… He goes by a few names but the most recent seems to be Rekkagg.” Sericon leaned closer, “However his social skills seem… Lacking…” Sericon whispered before finally the Master approached…
Sericon placed his sword at his side before bowing to the great dark being, the dark ones attention first upon Izzabelle.
Sericon understood now, the pair were being trained in the nether because the time was so different here. They could train for a hundred years and only miss a few months on Azeroth. It was the perfect place to train or raise a army in short time however… Sericon looked out at the empty expanse, there however was not much of anything here to train on…
Sericon had indeed not remembered the scroll that the Master has produced, yet it seemed slightly familiar… Had the cult been sent to retrieve something like it before? Not that it mattered much, The dark one recited some incantation causing a whole army of sand to burst to life clawing and screaming for purpose… It wasn’t long before the sand monsters, mogu, turned their eyes on Sericon and Rekkagg before charging towards them with a unwavering resolve!
Sericon gave a small smile to Izzabelle before fully lifting his sword in his two hands the blade alight with fel flames. “I hope you know how to fight and talk!” Sericon said before rushing in close to the nearest Mogu! Sericon parried the first sluggish blow of the sand creature before swinging his blade horizontally bisecting monster at its hips! Before Sericon was even done he found himself surrounded by mogu, that’s when things got rough! Swinging his blade this time one of the mogu parried him before Sericon was hit hard by a large sand fist! Sericon tumbled backwards before coming to a stop looking at the sky. Perhaps he had been to cocky with the first mogu… Sericon rolled back to his feet his blade still wreathed in fel flames before a sand arrow whizzed by his head. Several of the mogu now had bows! Sericon did all he could do parried a nearby arrow before again mogu descended on him! Sericon swing his blade slashing another mogu into nothing, then another, but for each he cut more took its place… Each new mogu seemingly learning from the previous ones death.
Rekkagg stood there only watching the two bonded converse, even when a opportunity presented itself to enter the conversation the orc did nothing… His abilities to converse with other had finished during his long life, not that he had a abundance to begin with… The last time he spoke with the elves he had merely seemed like a mad orc ready for only bloodlust and death… Unfortunately that was mostly what went on in Rekkagg’s idle mind… His entire life before any of this was slicing meat and animals apart at his rundown butcher shop… Then his wife… Then a dark blackness of death… Awakening and using his new undeath to slice once more… Then slicing under this dark one… The only pauses came from his own deaths… Always at the hands of that same man…
Rekkagg focused back to the reality he was at right now, though he wasn’t always entirely sure he was truly where he was… The greatest hints Rekkagg had of his existence in reality was again the thing that made him seem the most insane… A insatiable hunger for the hunt and blood… The smell of this world was desolate, there was nothing here of flesh besides those around him…
They were speaking about him, he could speak to them, but what would he say? More blood? More violence? How could he start to explain how rough the battle was to fight that creature Raveintis, the fortress that was his home in Shadowforge. It was to late for now as the Master approached…
Rekkagg removed the bow from his back before kneeling… The Master was one of very few being Rekkagg felt a overwhelming desire to show respect too, the dark one had given Rekkagg purpose… Wjen the scourge reawakened the dead corpse that he had once been his subsequent freedom along side the other forsaken had left Gallows with no purpose, he could’ve easily killed himself again but the darkness awaited him on the other side… The corpse was eager for something but only understood the details of butchering, as such he began to do that again… Like before that path led him to the same places, execution… He had betrayed even the forsaken and he would die for it if not for the Master and his cult… The Master helped calm the wild thoughts of his mind and gave him purpose, and Rekkagg would follow such purpose until the end… The Master’s attention was on the bonded so Rekkagg need not speak or react until it pertained to him…
Rekkagg understood they were among the nether so they could train, the feline figure that sat on the broom earlier had even smelled of chronomancy… A peculiar scent that magic… In the end with Rekkagg’s body unable to truly face true death and the extent of time that they would all be training in the nether Rekkagg wondered how it would feel to live as long as perhaps elves feel everyday, to feel days like they were nothing but some minor point in time… Would the Orc become a even more efficient killer having several centuries under his belt and experience…
Rekkagg had not recognized the scroll either but if he recalled there had been something like in Pandaria that those odd lorewalkers had coveted and tried to hide… In one form or another Rekkagg had been sent to search for leads but now he understood why… Before the orc spawned a army of sand creatures each of them weilding weapons of so many variety!
It wasn’t long before the sand army simply roared and charged forward, Rekkagg drew the length of his bow before sending a shadow infused arrow arching across the field and through three of the mogu creatures! Rekkagg lunged forward drawing another arrow and sending his vulture to the sky, from that position the orc could better see what the scroll would form…
Rekkagg roared in a orcish fury, a new feeling for him before he rushed in close sending another arrow through a sand creatures face! Rekkagg glanced at Sericon while he was fighting, the elf understood swinging the blade he held but Rekkagg noted that Sericon had not been using any technique or other ability… Was that what Rekkagg could help teach? Rekkagg dove into combat near Sericon loosing a arrow into one mogu before using void magic to link the arrow to a great chain, with a great roar Rekkagg pulled the chain using the sand beast as a weapon on a chain battering another three mogu…
“Tell me warrior, you were once a warlock? How was your howl of terror?” Rekkagg hissed with a dark smile as he pulled a special arrow back laced with a dark net… “There is much more to a warrior than swinging a sword, there is more to a warlock than fel flames…” Rekkagg hissed, he turned and directed bow his arms at a swarm of mogu! From the orc a murder of shadowy crows flooded into existence screeching and shrieking as they ripped into their sandy targets and fire them apart! Rekkagg glanced at the two elves, he was more than a hunter…
The corners of Yumara’s lips raise slightly in a small smile. “Yes, Fate, the one thing that catches up with us all eventually, Master.” Yumara states. The fingers on her right hand lightly clutching the sleeve of Master’s robe. She runs her other hand through her hair. “Izzabelle will hopefully except hers without many complications. Yet I’ve come to believe that nothing’s no happens without complications.” Yumara says her voice a little off at the end, as a tiny wave of pain washes over her.
It takes but moments for Yumara to switch the two Izzabelle’s. As soon as she does she feels it, this uncomfortable feeling that she cannot even begin to explain. There was much more to this Izzabelle, than the one she held in her before. Yumara could only hope that both of them would remain sleeping. “I would Rather not have to deal with Orion, if our little Izzabelle is accidentally awoken again.” Yumara replies, Stepping up next to Master.
Orion tilts his head and gives Isaik a bored look. The tip of his tail flicking back and forth, as he glared at Sericon from his little broom. Told Isaik that the Feline wasn’t quite over his little grudge. Entertaining would have been dropping that idiotic Warlock back there, into the Maelstrom. Orion hisses out, his claws digging into the broom handle, upon which he sat. Orion relaxes slightly as Master speaks further, yet she keeps looking over at Yumara. On that I will agree with you Dark One. What is the use of having great power, if you are limited in how you choose to use. I use mine to create a better future… Of course it’s my future I’m bettering, but that’s just a slight technicality. the Time feline states. Giving Yumara another odd look he shakes his head, Something wasn’t right, and he was having trouble figuring out what it was. Vanishing he appears on Sericon’s shoulders
“And that is just one of the reasons that we are hear.” The cat says
As Yumara looks at Sericon she feels a slight tugging sensation, this odd want to approach him. She quickly shakes it off, yet it unnerves her enough that her grip on Masters sleeve tightens. Master Connected as he is to her mind, One didn’t need another Ahcirej incident happening. can feel the unease the bound nature goddess is feeling. “I see, and our Izzabelle spent most of her time fighting beside powerful spell caster. She will need to learn how to fight with a Warrior of fel, and void by her side.” Yumara say, as she watches the bonded speak.
Yumara watches as Isaik pulls forth the scroll. She knows what it is, or at least what the original was. This was but a scribed copy, that could prove wild, and dangerous. As she watches the Mogu like figures of sand rise from the dead earth she smiles. Now this will be entertaining… her thoughts are cut off as they rush at Sericon. It hits Isaik like a typhoon, Yumara’s urge to attack those warriors that the scroll had created… No not Yumara’s, Izzabelle’s. A rift opens behind Yumara chains fly out of it wrapping around her they rip her from this desolate dead world. Orion is there in his humanoid form, and seals the rift once Yumara is pulled through. He turns his head towards the Dark One. I know not what she was thinking, nor do I care. To bring Izzabelle so close to both herself, and her bonded, was foolish.
Seeing the staff raised to of the massive Mogu rush at Orion. “I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Orion growls out. The two leap at him one with large two handed sword, the other a mace the times the size of Orion’s body. Yet before they can strike they are returned to dead dry earth. The Staff vanishing from Orion’s hands, before more mistook him for a combatant. I thought to check in on Izzabelle, imagine my surprise when I saw the untouched original there. Orion says his mind voice low and dark.
Izzabelle’s stiff posture relaxes a tiny bit as Sericon crosses his arms before him. he looked really adorable like that. “But Sericon, I only have one green eye, the other is still blue.” Izzabelle states. True, when she took on a demonic form the green fel fire hid her blue eye. Yet once she reclaimed a somewhat normal form, it was blue. She is about to speak again when he shows her the small amount of fel he can call upon
How could he possibly think that she did nothing wrong? the thought crashes through Izzabelle’s mind. Izzabelle stands there trembling trying to wrap a semi broken mind around what she is seeing, and hearing. A part of her told her he was speaking the truth. He didn’t blame her for what had become of him. Yet it was silenced by a much louder, and stronger voice. He didn’t blame her, still she was having trouble not blaming herself. Was it possible for her to forgive herself? “I hate that I forget so many things Sericon.” Izzabelle states her voice breaking slightly at the end.
Sericon’s over exaggerated look offense makes Izzabelle giggle. *She hasn’t planned on it, honestly! It was just the look on his face and the emotions she was feeling. “But Sericon don’t you always burn the toast? The eggs? The bacon?..” Izzabelle asks smiling a little for the first time since their arrival. “Isn’t that why Skalaz did all the cooking? However I do remember you being able to conjure up some really good cakes.” Izzabelle stops a frown furrowed her brow, “or was that another thing that I stol… that was stolen from you?” Izzabelle asks.
Izzabelle switches her weight fro,m her left foot to her right foot as her Bonded talks about the Master. Izzabelle knows that she is bound to the Master in some way, but cannot remember in which way. She doesn’t remember who it is she needs to fight, she just knows that she has to be the one to do this battle. She needs to fight this person, and her bonded needs to be at her side. Bending forward she wraps her arms around Sericon and hugs him. “Gave up pale skin, and locky powers, for a more muscular body, and facial hair.” Izzabelle say smiling against him as she presses a hand against his rock hard abs. “I could get use to this.” She exclaims, before stepping back. “I’m glad that I to can still fight next to your side, even if at the moment my memory lapses make it so I don’t recall many of those.
“When I said two I was only talking about you, and I. I’m rather certain that the rest of Azeroth thinks we are insane. Besides where’s the fun in being sane, if you cannot be free to be who you are?” Izzabelle states.
Izzabelle turns to look at the Orc… Rekkagg, that is what Sericon called him. Did he not like his previous name, is that why he changed it? Or did he change it when he died. Dead Orc, Talkative teleporting feline, Warlock turned Warrior, an elf made of bark and vines, and herself… The Master definitely had some odd tastes.
Izzabelle turns bowing in respect as the Master makes his presence known to the three of them. What are our goals? Izzabelle wanted to ask but remained silent She knew one of her goals was to kill a certain person who was threatening them. She was curious however to the goals they were to accomplish, on this barren dead wasteland of a planet.
Izzabelle didn’t remember many things, and this was something that she wouldn’t have remember anyways. Having never encountered it before, it was merely just another powerful artifact of the Master’s. As for it seeming sick, she herself was sick, so that hardly effected her. Still she wasn’t sure how this object was going to help?
Izzabelle tilts her head as the scroll appears on a pedestal that sprouts up from the dull dead earth. It would provide obstacle, but what kind, and how? the answer was given as Master talked about some person she never heard of wanting a true fight, and angering a witch in the process. So the scroll would create beings for them to fight*
Well at least she was correct on what the scroll was to be used for. She didn’t have time however to bask in being right, these Monsters were charging at her bonded. Izzabelle doesn’t think, she just reacts. Vanishing in a cloud of dust, she appears behind one of the creatures rushing at Sericon. Her shadowy blades appear in her hands, as if called there by some unknown force. She slices across the monster lower back. The dark infused blade cutting deep as it severed the beings spine. She drive the second blade through it ribs and into its chest. It bursts into an explosion of dust, and sand, Izzabelle turns just in time not to be blinded. Some of the Monsters that were rushing Sericon, and Rekkagg, now turned their attention to her. The mutant fel, plague spider that was on her head, leaps off onto one of the attackers. Landing on its face it’s mandibles dig in a rip out a small chunk. The Mogu slams his hand into his face, but the spider is now on his hand ripping out another small chunk of flesh. The spider darts around biting the Mogu and injecting its poisons, while enraging it. Jumpingo to the head of another Mogu, the enraged one swings its massive axe down cleaving the head of the other Mogu in half. When the sand and dust clear the Spider is sitting on the back of the axe.
Meanwhile Izzabelle continues her fight. A Mogu swings his blade at her bending backwards, Izzabelle manages to avoids having her upper, and lower body separated. Flipping backward she parries the next blow with her daggers, although the force of it sent her stumbling back a few feet. Taking in a deep breath her stomach expands, before she spits out about two dozen spiders at the two Mogu’s that are attacking her. They start to rapidly grow, the spiders could take care of those two. Still a familiar crunch made her wince, turning she sees that one of her spiderlings is nothing more then goo on the bottom of one of the foul creatures stone like feet. Before she can react she is sent flying backwards as a Mogu appears from her left side. Catching her in the side with his enormous mace he sends her airborne she hits the earth a little behind Sericon.
Coughing up blood she rises to her feet. “Talking is overrated in times like these, now I just want to kill things.” Izzabelle growls low. It’s easy to see that her ribs are broken, her shoulder is dislocated, and one of her lungs is punctured. Activating her crimson vial, her body starts to mend itself as she rushes into battle once more. Bones snap back into place, torn flesh, and organs knit themselves back together.
Corttez gave a dark grin before turning towards the majority of the Quell’s crew still locked in battle, “Grab all ye can carry, its time to be making our way back to the Crimson Quell!” Corttez roared the devious captain was ready to blow the remainder of the scuttled Stromgarde vessel apart with the Quell’s massive cannons but for now Corttez had a rival captain to kill… Taking a massive step forward Corttez grabbed a large thick rope from his belt, with a twirl in the air the binding rope wrapped around the rival captain’s legs! Corttez gave a mighty pull ripping the man to the floor, “You stand accused of pirate poaching, hunting the freemen of the sea!” Corttez yelled standing over the rival captain before kicking him hard square in the chest cracking a few of the jams ribs… “The Crimson Quell finds you guilty of these fore mentioned crimes, the punishment for such things being death by hanging…” Corttez continued roughly wrapping the rope around the man’s neck like a noose, “Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth…” Cory growled, his meaning was that pirates were hanged for the act of piracy, now pirate hunters would be hanged for hunting pirates… Pulling the rope tight Corttez through it over the remains of the mast that Miya has torn apart before pulling the man into the air… The rival captain choked and struggled in the air while the noose crushed his neck, Corttez tied the other end of the rope to a belaying pin, leaving the captain suspended in air…
Corttez turned away from the choking blaggard before he leveled his cannon at the captain’s quarters aboard the doomed vessel, with a flick of the mechanism the cannon blasted the door apart… The Captain knew exactly what he was searching for, charts, maps, contracts for killing pirates but most importantly the captain’s treasures… A creaking of wood signaled to the massive man he wasn’t alone, a lithe and tall man dressed in black lunged at the mountain of a man… Corttez responded immediately swinging his cannon sideways like a club forcing the man back, steel blades scratched the side of the hand held steel tube… Corttez gave a dark grin, “Nice try, but I faced creatures more cunning then you!” Corttez roared forcing the man backwards, the giant of a man aimed his cannon at the dark man firing a cannon blast the adversary was sent crashing into the back of the Stromgarde captain quarters… “Now let’s see how agile you are!” Corttez roared reloading his cannon in a few seconds and sending a cannonball shooting across the captain’s quarters! The back of the Stromgarde vessels captain’s quarters exploded outwards as the cannonball ripped through the wood and windows. Much to Corttez’s enjoyment the man had a bit ability to him, dodging the first cannonball just barely! Corttez followed the attack with three more shots each near misses of his adversary but shredding the captain’s quarters apart with a shower of smoke and wooden splinters. The fight couldn’t last forever, Corttez and the man knew this as a unlucky wooden shard impaled the lithe man in the leg… “It was fun while it last but as usual all things must be ending!” Corttez said as the smoke cleared, the giant of a man’s shadow appearing over the wounded lithe Stromgardian… Corttez was ready to end things when a knife flew past his face slicing a thin line over his cheek, the last act of a dead man… “I really be hoping that was worth it…” Corttez said darkly before lifting his massive boot and sending it down hard on the man’s face, Corttez lifted his boot unamused by the blood now staining the bottom before slamming it down again and again…
The Captain looked at the mutilated Stromgarde man once more before with a scoff he glanced around the Stromgarde captain’s quarters it was truly destroyed by cannon fire Corttez’s or the Quells… But still Corttez noticed a distinct lack of shining glittering gold among the shattered windows and blasted wooden beams… It meant one thing the chest was better hidden, a untrusting captain of his crew? Scanning the room with his great vision Corttez picked out the smaller details… A large chest would need a big object to hide it, leading him towards the captain’s bed, small indented areas around the lower mattress gave Corttez the only hint he needed… With a great heave the mountain of a man threw the mattress aside to reveal a great iron bound chest underneath, a ample reward for him and the crew… Grabbing it with one arm Corttez made his way back to the main deck, scarred by battle it was time to ensure the other frigates were destroyed as well… “Grab what ye can, we be casting off!” Corttez roared securing a rope from what was left of the frigates rigging, there were several left around to swing back to the Crimson Quell.
Verricc watcher as Valenae had her antidote ready for whatever had poisoned her body, the Crimson Quell sailor merely there to hold her steady while she tried to drink when he moves his hand to help move the bottle to her lips. That’s when the man heard the distinct sound of a gun ready to fire, “No-“ Boom the gun went off damaging Valenae’s hand and sending the elixir down into the wood of the doomed frigate…
Verric growled almost like animal his hand was burned horribly and glass shards embedded themselves into his fingers and face… Still the Pirate would hardly let the frigate sailor get away with such a act, hefting his boarding pike, Verricc tried to aim for the pirate hunter despite the blood in his eyes…
Verricc has been so heavily focused on the battle the man had not heard or seen the other crew members get that cannon ready until it fired… Glancing at the destruction it caused Verricc was relieved he would not need fight two opponents while blinded and even possibly without his weapon! Verricc’s voice was rough, “Clear out the remaining hiding pirate hunter scum, I’m taking Valenae above deck…” Verric stated pulling Valenae up to carry her with his bare arms…
Verricc looked down at the wound he tried to keep covered by his own body, this wasn’t good, those damned monsters had used poison… If Verricc couldn’t find Valenae help soon she could easily die…
Marrc gave a short growl in his bear form to signify that he had heard and understood Nihsa, turning his giant body the bear rampantly charged towards the edge of the Quell before leaping off! The bear transformed mid air turning into a ugly crier like creature, taking to the sky Marrc moved across the gap between the ships before landing hard as a man once more…
Marrc glared left and right hearing the resounding blasts of the captain’s cannon to the inside of the Stromgarde captain’s quarters… Turning his head Marrc tried to sniff the air for Valenae when some foolish Stromgarde sailor stepped in front of him two long blades extended… Marrc breathed out slowly a look of rage on his face as he once again began to transform into a massive bear! Marrc roared swinging his left clawed paw at the fool, only to have the man dodge! Marrc felt the sting of cold steel bite his side, luckily the bears form like most Kultiran wasn’t entirely that of flesh and the blades didn’t bite too deep… Marrc whirled around catching the legs with the tips of his claws now they had both cut the other… Marrc roared slamming his two paws down onto the spot the Stromgarde man was, another miss but Marrc managed to shatter the wooden boards with his strength! The man stabbed his steel blades at Marrc again, but again the bears hide was too thick! Marrc turned to swing his claws once more except this time Marrc had a trick up his sleeve mid swing the bear transformed into a cat his swiping speed fast enough to tear the man’s leg from his form! Marrc turned his prey now incapacitated, transforming back into a bear ripping into the man’s belly tearing his guts from his body, shaking the man wildly Marrc needed this to end now! Tossing the man’s body to the side the bear of a man had to continue his quest, Valenae’s scent still lingered!
Marrc turned to head down into the deck before coming upon Verricc and Valenae in his arms… The smell of poison was overwhelming and sickening… Transforming back into a man Marrcs hand were alight with nature magic the moment they had become human! From the man’s hands radiated a warm healing magic, Verricc immediately felt the effects of the nature’s healing powers as the shards of broken glass bottle fell from his face… Marrc focused hard on Valenae using a considerable amount of his energy, “Come we must get back to the Quell, there I will better be able to see if the nature magic worked…” Marrc stayed leading Verricc up the stair Valenae in his arms… That was when the captain burst forth from the Stromgarde captain’s quarters,
Marrc nodded at the captain ready to swing across with Verricc and Valenae when the time came… After all they still had another one or two vessels to destroy!
As Captain Corttez dealt with the Frigates Captain. Miya signals for a few of the crew to follow her below deck. Gold wasn’t the only treasure the Quell could male use of. Weapons, gunpowder, cannonballs, barrels of fresh water, dried meats, wheels of cheese, alcohol and more. As Miya is heading towards the storage area of the doomed vessel. A foolish soldier rushes at her with his sword, stabbing it out at her. Jumping to the side she avoids most of the attack. The edge of the blade skims along her side slicing into the flesh of her hip. Before Miya can turn to attack the pirates with her are already taking care of it. One of the bigger burlier pirates with a preference for axes, splits the mans head right in two. There’s two wet sounding plops as both halves of his brain fall out of his skull, and splatter on the floor. Followed by a thud as the mans severed sword arm lands a few feet away. Miya nods in appreciation, then the continue moving.
It’s not long until the find the storage area… locked. Why was she not surprised, they weren’t making this easy. Reaching out Miya places her hand on the door, spreading out from her fingers the door starts to freeze. Once frozen with a single motion of her hand the door shatters. The man that was on the other side of the door had his body quite literally ripped apart by the exploding door. The pirates stepped through the destroyed doorway first, weapons drawn, Miya steps through behind them. “Ah! This is what we wanted boys. Lining the hull walls on one side were crates of weapons, and cannonballs, along with barrels of gunpowder. On the other side there were barrels of fresh water, crates with fruits, and vegetables. A half dozen wheels of cheese, dried meats, and long ropes of sausages.
Off to the side was a little room, Miya motions for one of the men to kick the door open. The rest stand there ready to attack if there’s someone there. There’s a startled scream as the door gets kicked in. Huddled in the room are about a dozen people. Some of them are sobbing, while others are trying to quiet them down. “Don’t kill us, please, please, don’t kill us.” One of them begs. Miya quickly realizes that this must be were the non combatants were hiding. Not only was it where they were hiding, but also where the alcohol was hiding. There were racks of bottles lining the walls. Turning towards the men she has them tied up the non-combatants. “I’m going to open a portal to the Quell’s storage area, move as much as you can. Miya commands. Within moments there’s a portal between the two vessels, and weapons, food, alcohol, etc… are being transferred from the Frigate to the Quell.
Miya and the pirates with her hear the Captain. “Toss through what you can boys, we are abandoning this seagulls nesting ground.” One of the pirates levels his gun at the men and women who are tied up. “Get, ye moving, try anything funny, you’ll be digging a bullet out of yer gullet. Trembling they walk through the portal, onto the Quell. The last of the contraband gets tossed through then the pirates follow. Closing the portal once the last pirate has gone through Miya rushes back up onto the deck of the Frigate. Seeing Marcc with Verricc, and Valenae, she can see the two later aren’t looking so hot. Moving towards them she begins chanting, opening another portal to the Quell. “It might be better to bring them through that way.” Miya states motioning to the portal, “it is connected to the medical area of the Quell.” Turning to the Captain she grins. “We secured weapons, cannonballs, gunpowder, food, drink, along with some living contraband.” Miya states with a grin, ready to move back onto the Quell. After all they were just starting, there were still two ships.
Nihsa watches as Marcc leaves, who would see that Valenae was safe. Looking across the main deck of the Crimson Quell, Nihsa watches as the pirate hunter, clashes with the crewe of the Quell. Pulling out her mace and her shield she starts walking towards a massive brute of a man. The man looks at her, roaring loudly, spittle flying from his mouth. With a mighty swing of his massive two handed hammer, the man crushes the skull of his opponent. “You think you can take me on?” He bellows “Bring it you wretched troll.” He then pulls something from beneath his shirt, a necklace made out of troll tusks. The smaller ones lets Nihsa know that it wasn’t just adult trolls that this wretch had killed. “You should of heard those young trolls squealing like pigs being slaughtered as I butchered them.” The man claim with a loud laugh. Nihsa had heard just about enough from this pig, pulling back her weapon she rushes at him.
There’s a loud clang as the mans massive hammer comes crashing down Nihsa’s shield, causing Nihsa to stumble backwards a little before regaining her feet and pushing forward. Pulling back her mace lightning leaps around the head as storm clouds start gathering around it. In an explosion of thunder and electricity the man is thrown thirty feet down thye deck of the Quell. A half dozen of his teeth explode shredding the inside of his mouth. Spitting out a mouth full of Blood, and teeth, the man starts to shake the attack off. Switching to Rockbiter Nihsa rushes towards the man while he’s still stunned. The first blow of her mace crushes the mans left shoulder. He howls in rage and agony as bone shards rip through muscle and flesh. The man raises his Hammer blocking Nihsa’s second blow, and throwing her back. Sweeping his mighty hammer low it connent with her right leg, shattering her shin and dropping her to one knee. With a kick he sends Nihsa’s weapon flying across the deck, it spins a few times before coming to rest. He then slams his other foot down onto her shield. “Looks like I’ll be adding a few more troll tusks to my collection.” he laughs getting down in her face… Pausing when he sees the smile on Nihsa’s face. Before he can move Nihsa grabs both sides of his helmed head. “You be talking to much.” She states then cans two mini lava burst and the mans skull. She holds his head and laughs at his screams of pain and terror as his face, and skull are melted.
Dropping the lifeless body, Nihsa heals her leg the best she can, limping slightly as she heads back to the Helm.
Sericon nodded her words were true, but perhaps so were Sericon’s, in time fel would permeate his form again, his eyes would not stay pure blue forever. Perhaps one day Sericon’s eyes would be a mix of blue and green. A dark teal perhaps, it was just as likely the eyes might take on a magic swirling of both, each magic the colors coming from refusing to truly blend…
“Don’t worry about it, I quite enjoy my own loss of memories, it keeps everything new and exciting.” Sericon stated with a tone of sincerity, after all with all the time they would be spending in the nether who knows how many thousands of years they might have a chance at remembering… How many memories hardly mattered, to Sericon only the important moments mattered…
Sericon hadn’t really tried creating any mana cakes since after the accident, he truly wondered if he could, given that he could what could such magic do to his blade… The elf subconsciously began to try to channel the limited amount of magic he had in his hand, if he touched his sword would it cover the blade with fresh warm breading and creamy white frosting…
“I hardly burned the food I could create, there’s just a difference between a someone who can cook and a master of the culinary arts!” Sericon shook his head, “That goblin was truly a master at the craft… If I recall he told us something about it one day… Though I can’t recall!” Sericon stated his hands dismissed the potential spell of covering his blade in mana cakes…
Sericon gave a small flex, he may not have been a warrior for long but the master had already worked quite of bit of magic to ensure the transition was faster…
Sericon nodded, he completely agreed, they were considered insane for who they were and what they believed! It hasn’t been a mere year or two ago that demon hunters were considered insane for their sacrifices made towards ending the legion. The devotion to the master and his plans to end the threats to this universe were hardly so different…
That’s when the fighting started, mogu like creatures made of sand rushing towards them, the combat intense at the very first blow!!
Sericon winked, “Fight well!” Sericon laughed most individuals might be worried when their partner coughed up blood, but Sericon knew it was hardly a issue for Izzabelle and her unique ability. Sericon swung his blade horizontally at a mogu beast bisecting the sand creature that perished screeching back to the dust it arose from! Three mogu closed around him spears in hand ready to cut the elf down!
Sericon hasn’t truly considered the thought much the entirety of Sericon’s attacks had been swinging his blade and infusing it with fire… If Sericon was to become something more he needed to push the limits of what a warrior was… Rekkagg had been perhaps right, Sericon would try his skill at a howl of terror! Sericon mustered his will power and focused, as a warlock he merely summoned all the dark magic he could to his voice and will to instill a unnatural fear in his enemies… Now surrounded by ten mogu, Sericon howled in fury, the loudest scream his body could muster! A piercing shriek filled the air sounding like the unholy mixture of a enraged gorilla bellow, a lunging tigers snarl and a dragon’s roar, so loud was Sericon’s furious roar that the mogu creatures around him shuffled back in fear and several covered their ears in terror! Sericon saw his chance, his own adrenaline rocketing to new highs, leaped in the air before stalling his swing rd back into the earth with great power! A explosion of fel fire radiated out from the ground under Sericon washing over the mogu soldiers, it would seem there was more to a warrior than swinging a sword!
Izzabelle looks up at him with a wistful smile. I don’t mind new and exciting once in a while Sericon. But all the time becomes rather…” Izzabelle states, pausing as she is unable to think of the appropriate word. “Imagine forgetting what you did this morning, not remembering people who you have known all your life. Not being able to recall, your parents, what you ate for dinner. Everything that I do here today could be gone tomorrow. It’s having an oceans worth of memories but only a thimble in which to hold them.” Izzabelle says, she knows that Sericon understands what she is feeling, because of their bond. He knows what it is like to lose your memories. Yet not what it is like to continuously lose your memories, to never know what you will forget from moment to moment. Luckily she hasn’t forgotten him or how to fight.
“I don’t recall what the Goblins food tasted like, but remember that it looked and smelled delicious.” Izzabelle explains sighing in pleasure at the memory of such a decadently delicious smell. “Say that to the crispy toast, and bacon.” She states with a teasing grin, snatching one of the warm mana cakes off his blade before he can dismiss it, and quickly eats it.
Izzabelle looks at her bonded and blows him a kiss, “Always.” Then she rushes with her blades drawn at three Mogu closing in on her. As she leaps at the first she vanishes, just as it swings it’s huge horrendous axe. The earth explodes when it makes contacts with the ground. Izzabelle using Shadowstep at the last second, appears behind the Mogu bringing up the rear. She drives one shadow infused blade through its lower back. Dropping to the ground she spins, and with her other blade she severs the bottom half of its right leg causing it to stumble to the ground. In a flash the blades are gone. In her hand is an intricate looking fire arm. With a cruel grin she pulls the trigger. Where the Mogu’s head once was there was now just dust. Izzabelle watches as the body quickly crumbles.
The Mogu before her turns and swings his first blade at a downward arc. Izzabelle parries it, but the sheer force that f the blow subluxes her shoulder. Groaning in pain she jumps back barely dodging its second sword, as it sweeps it across trying to gut her. Hissing in rage Izzabelle pops her shoulder back into place before going into a blade dance. Each blade swing slicing of a piece of that wretched construct. Just as it crumbles Izzabelle screams out in agony as the blade of an axe, splits open the back of her thigh, burying itself into the bone. Dropping to one knee she spins just in time to see a large blade rushing towards her skull.
Then both blade, and Mogu were gone, fleeing in terror. Reaching behind her Izzabelle grabs the blade of the axe, ripping it free from her thigh. She nearly bites through her lip to stop from screaming, as blood sprays everywhere. Enraged she takes on her Aranasi form, spitting out dozens of mutant felplague spiders to help her. In her Aranasi form her finger are like daggers, razor sharp and covered with wicked barbs meant to rend and shred flesh. Jumping at one of their many attackers, slashing out she shreds its armor, along with part of its chest. Three of the fel spiders now the size of ponies spit fel fire at it, leaving large craters in its body.
Rekkagg lunged at another mogu as his shadowy crows ripped another sand creature in a whirling blast of talons, serrated beaks and ebony feathers. Rekkagg roared as he placed a arrow in between the sand mogu’s beady eyes. Just as before the more creatures were killed the more mogu rose from the sands to take their place, Rekkagg leaps backwards catching the ground to with his hand to stop him faster… In the distance Sericon seemed to be taking the advice of the hunter well as a shriek filled the sky causing the sand creatures to cower and cover their faces! The elf finished the creatures off with a flourished fel infused blast, Rekkagg grinned beneath his helmet if this was just a small sample of the potential they had perhaps these two could ensure the victory of the Master’s plans…
Rekkagg’s thoughts were confirmed as Izzabelle whirled around in a torrent of her own blood taking on the appearance near to the demon Rekkagg knew as a Aranasi. The half demon cut her opponents down in seconds before introducing new minions to the battlefield for Sericon, Rekkagg and herself, but just as more spiders and vile undead crows appeared for those training in the nether so to did mogu appear to fight each new combatant.
Rekkagg pulled back on his bow string before firing a arrow at Izzabelle, for a second it might have appeared to be betrayal but in the flash of a second the arrow become spectral like a ghost passing through Izzabelle or where she had been unharmed before returning back to a solid state and embedding into a mogu in the chest… “Quite some power from you… Aranasi…” Rekkagg stayed turning his bow sideways and inhaling a mogu in the leg with a dark looking arrow… “A challenge it is to find out what to teach you when there is so much…” Rekkagg stated, “Did you know there are certain spiders that can leap fifty times their body length… I’m sure that might be a useful way to take out your prey…” Rekkagg grinned turning and firing at… His wife? The orc blinked a few times no… It was just another mogu of sand, his eyes still occasionally played tricks on him… Rekkagg looked visibly disturbed for all but a moment before masking his discomfort, he hadn’t seen that vile women since after he had hacked her to pieces…
“I have my suspicions that complications solely rest of the words of a succubi and how well they are received…” Isaik hissed he crossed his arms, the succubi was the individual who had told the Stromgarde why they were taking her, what Izzabelle had truly overheard…
“I have a feeling it will rather be myself rather than you who will be speaking to Orion when he discovers…” Isaik stated, he saw a piece of this future heading his way, Orion would be standing near him, “I thought to check in on Izzabelle…” Isaik heard in his mind…
“Indeed…” Isaik stated monitoring the feelings Yumara began to exhibit, how interesting that the contained Izzabelle had been projecting her feelings on Yumara… Isaik prepared himself so whatever might occur in the next few moments due to Yumara’s altered consciousness, he could force her to sleep right at this moment but it likely wouldn’t be the wisest option…
“What is life’s purpose other than ensuring ones own survival and self improvement…” Isaik whispered to Orion’s mind, his little bit of wisdom perhaps for why he chose to further his goals to ending the void lords and becoming the alpha and omega… When you truly reached the top you merely only needed to ensure you could not be toppled, to become universally invincible…
Isaik felt the urge for Yumara to involve herself, a error that could not be allowed to be acted upon… In mere moments Isaik had been trying to calm Yumara’s mind with melatonin as well as create a solid air barrier by dominating the minds of the air elementals nearby, it was for naught as chains dragged Yumara into a rift behind him…
Isaik remained in a abnormally calm and nonaggressive demeanor as Orion spoke of Yumara doing such a foolish thing… Isaik focused his connection to finding Yumara and ensuring a balance despite the distance now made… Orion dealt with a mogu sand creature that had mistaken him for a combatant…
“How ironic, that you would be infuriated by a individual messing with a person under your care… Given the circumstances we are in right now…” Isaik hissed his tone just as low and dark, “Do not be deceived to think I did not think that her actions might have consequences or that it’s very action would cause such reactions from you. However given that both are technically under my care perhaps we can discuss a different approach than taking control without my permission…” Isaik stated, his perhaps darkness and aggressive tones more pronounced because it was Yumara who was taken so forcefully… “If these such actions caused you such ire how would you have proposed we done differently?” Isaik stated still hedging in a moment of diplomacy despite his urgency to return the wild goddess to his side… Isaik did not state it but would if needed remind Orion that he himself did not act to either stop Yumara from her actions or contain Izzabelle himself because of his desire to limit his own influence in his past…
Izzabelle isn’t pleased, and her fury is starting to show. Shooting barbed webbing from her clawed hands, it wraps around three of the Mogu. The webbing tears into them shredding flesh, and muscles. With demonic strength she slowly starts pulling her webbed victims towards her. The struggle like trapped bugs to free themselves as they draw ever closer to their demise. Once close enough Izzabelle spits out a spray of greenish yellow toxic venom. As the venom eats away at their bodies, they slowly crumble back into earth.
Agony! Like liquid flames rips down along her back as a Mogu cleaves off ove of her massive wings. The unholy shriek that Izzabelle lets loose, causes thousands of cracks to appear in the dead earth around her. From those cracks tendrils of fel start to rise. Spinning on her attacker she swipes at it, her claws now coated in a flesh corroding venom. The first blow shreds the blade of the Mogu’s massive two handed axe. The second lays open its stomach and quickly starts destroying the surrounding tissue. As the large bloody wound on her back starts to close, six long tendrils at least four to six inches in diameter burst forth from it. They grow to being at least fifteen feet long, they whip and twist about in the air. Two more Mogu leap at her whipping the tendrils around Izzabelle catches them in mid air. Four of the slimy flesh like tendrils wrap around them before driving into either side. Holding them aloft the final two punch through flesh and bone into their chest. Starting at Izzabelle’s spine and traveling the length of the tendrils large globs start appearing. It appeared that she was injecting something into the Mogu. Ripping the tendrils free Izzabelle drops them to the ground.
Now free the two Mogu rush as her weapon drawn bringing them back, they stumble. Both of their weapon clatter to the earth as they grab at their abdomen and chest. For a few seconds it looks like thousands of creatures moving beneath their skin. Then the flesh splits open and thousands of spiders spill out of their bellies onto the ground. Without waiting they swarm up over the closest Mogu.
The arrow coming towards her became spectral jus as she was vanishing into the shadows. From the fel fissures in the earth Izzabelle called forth her brood. Hundreds of thousands of fel tainted spiders poured out of the cracks. The varied in size from as small as a child’s fist, to the size of a large dog. The larger spit venomous fel acid, and toxic webbing at the attacking Mogu. The smaller would swarm the trapped victims and devour them. Stepping from the shadows Izzabelle grins. “It is strange before taking this form, I was unable to even comprehend doing such a things.” Izzabelle states. Which was true, before she took the form of an Aranasi she wouldn’t of known how to, or been able to do what she is doing now. However in this form many of the skills she possesses as a Rogue are lost to her. The area surrounding Izzabelle is rapidly becoming a webbed nightmare.
Izzabelle thinks on Rekkagg’s words as her toxic claws shred another Mogu. An arrow rips through her shoulder splintering the bone. Another Mogu lands a lucky blow driving his cruel locking jagged blade through Izzabelle’s stomach, and out her back. Izzabelle’s Aranasi form mutates into a more arachnid like form, healing some of the damage done to her. Bones can be heard breaking and reforming as the change starts to take place. Diving forth she drives her mandible into the skull of the wretch that just stabbed her. As she drains it of its essence her body heals even more. In this form she is unable to form words, and she is certain that Rekkagg doesn’t speak the arachnid language. Still she had never given much thought to the type of spider like mugs that she produced. Could she call forth specific kinds if she thought about it. Concentrating on the sac within her, Izzabelle tries to call forth deathweb crawlers. No! Not as much crawler but leapers ones that could jumps dozens of yards onto the hapless prey.
Unlike Normal these spiders are born forth by a different means. The bulbous backside of Izzabelle’s arachnid form starts bubbling up, as sacks containing the spiders start to grow on her. Once they reach a certain size the spider within rips itself out. Each one leaps from her back, hopping across the ground the start growing at an alarming pace. The deathweb leapers now the size of goats leap at their prey. Striking them they drive both mandibles, and tarsal claws in, infected them with burning acid, and infected bite. The burning acid would soon explode causing massive damage. While the infected bites would seed forth hundreds of more spiders. A few of the spiders however never reach their prey, they’re either smashed, crushed, bisected…
For a flash of a second everything becomes blurry, as a wave of weakness washes over Izzabelle. Shaking it off she continues her attacks.
Yumara tilts her head slightly to look up at Master. “I wouldn’t say that the complications rest solely on the Succubi Master. While her mentioning of Quel’thalas did cause her fear, I believe it was my son’s heartless statement that has caused the major issue.” Yumara says with near certainty. Even now years in the past she still saw Varicar as her son, or at least as the person who would bring forth the existense of her son. “He truly is a wonder with words.” Yumara states rolling her eyes at the same time.
“Ah! so Master will be dealing with the overtly fickle time twisting feline.” Yumara says, trying to keep the relief of not having to deal with him from creeping into her voice. Yumara steps closer to Master as she is temperarily besetted by this feeling of needing to be closer to Sericon. As soon as her finger crush the material of Master’s robes the unwanted emotions seemingly vanish.
Yumara now back in control of her mind turns stightly so she’s partially facing Master. “Yes, Izzabelle is use to being bound, connected to, or working with those who posses great magical power. That allowed her to create the ammunition for the weapons she would call upon.” Yumara says, she knows that Master will understand what she means. Looking back Yumara watches as izzabelle leans in to hug Sericon… For a .00001th of a nano second she wanted to blast that witch out of existense.
Yumara could feel it all at once, Her mind slowing down as the calming meletonin is released within it. The sluggish feeling of swimming in cold molasses as she tries to move. Just as she get ready to throw Izzabelle from her mind she is ripped away from Master’s side. panic, fear, confusion race through her mind, as she is hurled into an seemingly endless darkness.
Yumara’s panicked mind calm slightly when she feels Master’s power flow through the tendrils that lay buries throughout the entirity of her body. It quells the fear, and anxiety she was feeling having been so thoughtlessly torn from his side. Yet as time ticks by the fear grows into a fury that might rival Salkeen’s
Meanwhile on a deserted dead world floating about in the Twisting Nether, Orion listens to the dark one speak. Just as he goes to speak a living vine shoots up from the dead earth. Orion switches to his feline form, then quickly goes to phase out. Yet fails as the vines wrap around his back legs, lifting him up they slam him repeatedly into the ground. If he had been a normal feline he would be nothing but a massive splatter of blood and bones at this point. However he is much more, so all the beating does is disorients him. Pulling him from the ground a final time, the vine starts whipping him around with such a velocity when he is released, he takes out over two dozen of the summoned denizens as he crashes through them. Still he manages to land on all fours as soon as he hits the ground he is moving.
Yumara appears in the air above where master is standing, and the rest are fighting. She is in the beginning’s of her goddess form, her bow is out. Pulling back the string she sends a volley of arrows at Orion. The arrows completely disintrate both Mogu warriors and parts of Izzabelle’s brood, as they strike the fel cracked dead earth. You Stupid Freaking Feline. Yumara screams as orion dodges her first volley of arrows. Twisting her hand vines start shooting up from the earth trying to snag Orion. Within Moments he is held fast, a slight look of worry enters his eyes as Yumara pulls back her bow a twisted black arrow appearing. Never, and I Mean Never Rip Me Away From Master Again. Yumara then unleashes the Arrow, just before it strikes Orion freezes it, and drops harmlessly to the ground. Switching to his humanoid forn Orion goes to lock down Yumara’s powers, and is taken by surprise when nothing happens.
“What’s wrong Orion?” Yumara asks, in a cruel mocking tone, speaking out loud for the first time since she had reappeared. “Were you expecting to be able to lock my powers away?” Yumara questions dropping from the sky she appears near Master. “Did you think I was unbalanced?” Yumara doesn’t need Orion to answer that question she knows the answer already. “Sadly you wretched feline there’s a difference between lacking balance and being totally ticked off.” With that said Yumara’s form switches back into her normal elven one with the nature enhancements. She moves to Master and buries her hands and face into his robes. Master can sense through the tendrils within his Yumara, while she might not be unbalanced now she could quickly become that way. Still being back near Master was starting to calm her.
“Hello? Are there any Survivors down there?” The voice echoed off the walls of the flaming pit in which Amberlei was stuck in, almost no with what few survivors there was.
“Yes!” Amberlei shouts back, “If there are others with you, send them back. We will need healers that can deal with severe burn damage. We will also need ways in which to remove those who are in critical condition.” Amberlei hollers up as she moves among the few survivors. How the hell had something like this happened? How had that vile woman survived? Amberlei knew that she should have made sure the witch had been dead. Now she was surrounded by the death of her own comrades, do to her ineptitude. ”Don’t worry we will have you out of there in no time. We have sent a group of guards back to get a group of healers, and some rope.”
There really wasn’t much to be done, while they waited. Amberlei looked over at The Watcher to see if he had any commands for the ones not trapped in this pit. Skalaz should be able to get those who were not horrifically burned out. Some however would require being carried out. Well over 50 men, and women, had fallen into this death pit, and less then a dozen had survived. Amberlei turns to Varicar once more. “We need to track that witch down and see to it that she truly dies this time. However first we need to get out of here. We will need to send those who can move silently through the tunnels to try and find that wretch and her lair.” Amberlei says hissing in pain as movement causes her dry cracked flesh, to split and tear. Blood seeps down her burned body, like sap dripping from a tree. “We have no idea what other traps might await us down that passageway.” Amberlei growls her anger, become more evident by the moment. But we know that we have a worshipper of the Old Gods leading a massive group of Troggs. We also have no way of knowing if it will just be Troggs we will face in these tunnels.” She finishes, That witch had survived, does that mean others had survived as well? That would be something they would soon discover. However for now Amberlei didn’t think that remaining here was a good idea.
A soft sob grabs Amberlei’s attention, looking down she sees that Adelion has awoken from her shock induced nap. She is staring in complete horror at the melded together wreck of her hands. Without the use of her hands she struggles to her feet, stepping closer to Amberlei she presses her fused hands against her. To Amberlei it feels like cool soothing water washing over her skin. Adelion closes her eyes sending waves of healing energy over Amberlei. Then turns to approach Skalaz, the Watcher made her nervous as hell. She had heard that he quite literally was capable of biting peoples heads off. She was sure if that was true, but she didn’t want to find out either. Feeling much better with the healing Amberlei turns to Adelion, “Thanks, you possess the potential to go far.” Adelion smiles slightly through her pain. “It’s what I do.”