Sericon nodded he understood, it was just his way to try and be the optimistic one despite the seemingly sometimes endless amount of questionable things that always occurred.
Sericon placed a hand on her shoulder, “I understand.” It was a sympathetic gesture, he would do what he could to find some answer for her ailment…
“I am sure in time you will recall Skalaz’s cooking.” Sericon said with a smile he messed around with his blade touching it for a moment, just long enough for Izzabelle to snatch a mana bun from the tip of the blade. Sericon opened his mouth to protest, the elf had been in this sandy dusty place, his blade was filthy…
That’s when they sprang into battle Sericon bisecting mogu and slashing at others, they were truly endless arising from the sand as quickly as they were cut down! Sericon had shown off his furious howl of intimidating terror sending several ducking for cover before blasting them away!
Just as Rekkagg had given Sericon ideas of how to remain effective and powerful using abilities and skills from both the warlock and warrior arts so did too the orc try to push Izzabelle to trying new heights of her Aranasi form. Sericon watched with amazement as Izzabelle made her movements in a dance of death…
Sericon watched as a mogu got a lucky strike against his bonded, but it would hardly be enough to slow the women down as she taught the vile creature a terrible lesson! A mogu swung at Sericon nearly impacting him in the chest, the elf had better remember to watch his surroundings he could easily be killed gawking at Izzabelle… Sericon turned swinging his burning blade at the bold sand creature turning its hulking form to a crystalline glass before with a whirling kick did Sericon shatter the figure into countless pieces… Sericon was surrounded, but it was the mogu beast that had better fear such a thing as Sericon swing his blade vertically before spiraling into a furious storm of blades! The whipping and hissing fel flames fueled by the air rushing by torrented out of control into a fel fire tornado focused on Sericon’s point… Sand creature after sand creature was melted away as the wild chaotic flames washed out like a hungering beast, Sericon stopped hard before directing his blade out like a pointed arrow! From such point the tornado burst apart showering the direction with demon flames and burning hissing sand! Sericon fell to the ground one hand keeping him up right, his vision grew blurry… Perhaps he had overdone it?
Behind Sericon the battle of Yumara and Orion peaked as the wild goddess loosed a black arrow that merely fell to the ground… Sericon could barely tell what was going on but he could tell it was hardly a good thing…
Still in arachnid form Izzabelle rears up on her back legs spitting caustic webbing at the group of Mogu rushing at her. These vile wretched were without end. The more of them you killed the more of them that would appear. The fel tainted webbing sprays from her mouth coating three of her attackers in the burning caustic razor sharp threads. Driving her front legs on either side forward she spears two of the foul Mogu. One through his chest, the other through his gut. Lifting the Mogu speared through his chest up off of the ground she brings it close. Fel poison drips from her mandibles onto it, as she digs them into his head, and rips it off. Throwing her head back she summons a swarm to eat the one pinned to the ground. Grinning inside she detonates the fel webbing that encases nearly a half dozen of them. The explosion ripping them to shreds before returning them to earth.
Blast Them.
Izzabelle stumbles but for a brief second, but that is all they needed. A Mogu with a massive obsidian axe, leaps at her, burying the sharp edge into her large bulbous body. The sickening crunch of her exoskeleton being crushed as the axe head digs into her can be heard all around. As the wretched being pulls the axe free, blood, and gore, spray out of the horrific wound. Not waiting the Mogu slams the blade into the same spot. Izzabelle lets out an inhuman shriek of pain, and fury, as the cursed blade digs deeper into her. A second Mogu drives a dagger through one of her eyes, tendril burst from her back stabbing into her attackers. Her spiderlings now leaping on and attacking all of those that are closest. Izzabelle deposits more eggs into the ones hacking away at her, before throwing them at other Mogu rushing at her.
Another wave of weakness hits her, and she finds herself transforming back into her Elven form. Her body is severely messed up, she quickly activates her Crimson Vial, before her insides become her outsides. Slowly the massive gouge in her side starts to knit itself back together. Izzabelle vanishes just a great warhammer slams into the earth where she stood but scant seconds ago. So close the explosion of dirt strikes her. For a moment she watches as the Nature which attacks the talking feline nuisance. However her attention is soon drawn to her bonded.
It was amazing watching him fight, even as she pined for who he was, she could feel the bond to who he had become strengthening just a tiny bit. Another wave of weakness hits her nearly causing her to lose stealth. It felt like all of her strength, will power, and magic were being drained.
A group of freshly risen Mogu’s nearing at least five dozen or more are rushing towards her. Her spiders are becoming overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the foul things without end. Above Izzabelle’s Head a tear appears in the atmosphere. Small at first but rapidly expanding. Izzabelle drops to her knees both her Magic, and life force, pouring into the portal she is creating. Without conscious thought she reaches for all the power that she can grab. She needed to end this, she needed to rest. She grabs Sericon’s Magic, and Life Force through their bond. Feeding it to the ever growing rift above her. Yumara freezes as she feels the Izzabelle within her being drained as well. Perhaps Orion had a right to be upset. She turns to Master.
Isaik would of remembered something like this before. When his, and Izzabelle’s Magic’s had collided on Centralis, before she left with that wretched gnome.
For a nano second the universe is silent, then it explodes. The eruption of fel fire that bursts forth from that rifts strikes with such force, that it leaves a massive canyon where they all stood. Flesh, muscles, tissues, organs, bones, all burn boil, shred crack shatter. As Izzabelle unleashes her ultimate power. Drained of nearly all of her magic, and life, Izzabelle drops unconscious to the ground. Within herself Yumara feels there Izzabelle lose consciousness as well. Turning Yumara looks to see how Sericon was effected by this. Orion hisses and swiftly moves towards Izzabelle’s broken unconscious form. It would seem that you are not able to control such power. Orion speaks unheard into her mind. Why had she pulled on others, and not the dark one? Was that not one of the biggest reasons she was bonded to him.
Sericon shook his head at Izzabelle’s question if it had something to do with the dagger. “I think it’s a new ability, but not from the dagger, it has hardly shown any kind of response before… Your the only one it reacted to at all.” Sericon stated showing his excitement at all, “But I hardly think it is permanent, it wouldn’t be a good adaptation if it was.” Sericon stated thinking of the demons he knew of, none that he recalled were explicitly deaf even towards its own thoughts.
Sericon looked at her in the eyes, “It is complicated…” Sericon stated, he didn’t want her to dwell to hard on it at the moment as she was still weak and needing sleep. Sericon would try to explain later on how the little women who had lied to the Stromgarde about Izzabelle’s involvements in a burning tavern were fabricated to ensure the humans released her.
That’s when Sericon has guided Izzabelle to the bed, it was for the best she continued to rest, her appearance was so young and yet the world cruel as it was to unique individuals that didn’t fit into its mold had made her so fearful and defensive of everything… This was the truth of so called heroes, the world was a great place worth saving because it fit their views and their ways of what was good and just… To those such heroes, people like Sericon and Izzabelle deserved a quick death so that the rest of the peasant folk may return to their peaceful and ignorant bliss…
Sericon read Izzabelle’s note, he understood her feeling, he had felt it too watching her capture unfold, at that moment he had desired to intervene but other things had gotten in his way… Now they were near each other he knew the feelings from before had not been some fluke, somehow a trick of heat… Sericon put the note down nodding, yes, he very much wanted her to stay… Sericon ushered her to sleep as he sat on the edge of the bed, they were both elves they would have many years to talk for now she had to rest…
Sericon waiter his mind in thought when he heard it, the loud unmistakable crack of stone as some distance cavern or tunnel collapsed and crumbled down with a roaring boom! The elf warlock was on his feet, he wanted to ensure everyone was ok, but he could hardly leave Izzabelle alone in this place… Focuskng his power Sericon wove his hands in the air in magical gestures before in a flash a imp appeared by his side…
“Pintee, your master has heard ill things in the caverns nearby! Do my will, follow the sounds of breaking stones, cracked rock! I must know what has happened!” Sericon commanded, a firm but not unkind tone. The imp gave a half attempted salute before running off phasing through the closed door before rushing down the halls!
Pinter couldn’t have been gone more than a few moments when the walls, and floor, of Sericon’s room shook violently. A few books, scrolls, and potion vials, and flasks tumble from the shelves. At first Sericon thought it might be the after shocks from the explosion in the cavern. A second stronger tremor, had him knowing that it was no aftershocks he was feeling. Something big was moving beneath… Sericon curses, grabbing Izzabelle he pulls her from the bed. Just as he has her pressed against him, and is about to jump back. Both the stone floor and the bed burst outwards it an explosion of wooden splinter, large chunks of stone, sharp rock shards, and feathers. Landing hard Sericon rolls so that Izzabelle is beneath him. Both of them are bruised and cut up by the flying debris. Izzabelle has a large wooden splinter stuck through one of her calfs. Acidic spit strikes the ceiling of the room and rains down onto Sericon’s back. Looking down to see if Izzabelle is okay, he sees that her eyes are wide open, her expression in one of panic, and agony. “What the hell is that?” Are the first words that fall from her lips as she looks over the strange Elves shoulder.
Looking back Sericon sees a upper half massive rockborer worm in him room. On its back are four Troggs, each wearing some crude looking armor. The Trogg in the front is controlling the worm, through a harmless that is strapped around its head and mouth. Pulling on the reigns the worm pulls back then slams its massive stone body down. Izzabelle squeals, and quickly rolls her and Sericon out of the way… *Strange she was certain she had never met him. Yet she was sure that was his name, like something whispered in a fevered dream. The great worms body comes crashing down onto the floor, causing even more rock shards to explode out. Dozen more scrolls, parchments, tomes and breakables fall from the shelves, and bookcases. The three Troggs behind the lead one jump from the worm. They rush the two on the floor, weapons drawn. Across the room one of the large bookcases topples over as an group of nearly a dozen Troggs breaks through. The two leading the way are twice the size of the rest. They look as though they had been altered through some twisted magic.
These foul disgusting creature leapt at them from the back of a massive worm. More of them rushed across the room at them. The Worm rears back once more preparing to cover the couple in acidic saliva. “What fresh hell have I woken up in.” Izzabelle mutters to herself. She is nearly certain that she didn’t fall asleep here. That she hadn’t drunken that much the night before.
Varicar’s face was grim, his mouth a line, eyes holding back rage… “We must do our best to ensure no others perish who can be saved…” Varicar stated he turned his vision to Skalaz, “I want that pool neutralized. Make it happen as soon as possible…” Varicar commanded, despite his own burns the elf refused to show any weakness or the pain he already felt…
Varicar was glad to see his right hand and him saw eye to eye, the cult was not large and hard to gain entry to losing so many members was already a terrible blow, they could ill afford to lose more… As for establishing a safe perimeter, that was the next step, no one could know if troggs would return to attack the weakened group…
Varicar said nothing letting Amberlei give the commands for the evacuation and evaluation of the damages done to the cult, Varicar himself was focused on the great task ahead of challenging the vile women who had done this deed… Varicar growled concluding it would be wiser to send a smaller more elite group down to track the women down rather than send a great force that might fall prey to traps once more…
Varicar watched Amberlei closely to see the extent of the damage to her body, she didn’t seem to well but much like Varicar himself played off a feeling of strength pushing the pain down… “Agreed, how injured are you?” Varicar asked looking over as Amberlei hissed from her dry cracking flesh… “If we wait for others it might be too late, we may need to push ahead and scout… If your up for it…” Varicar stated hefting his blade, he would not risk more than he had too…
Varicar watched Adelion despite her heinous injury still move on with her purpose healing the cracked wounds of Amberlei… Such dedication was admirable and exactly something needed within the cult, “Skalaz, wjen everyone is evacuated from the pit, be sure to reward our surviving priest with new hands…” Varicar commanded, he eyes turning upwards as several ropes were tossed down… “Those if you able to climb out, ensure those who cannot make it topside…” Varicar commanded, several soldiers who were still on their feet moved forward, they carried a man who had lost both his legs to the infernal blaze before tying a rope around his chest. “Pull him up!” A soldier roared out causing those above to heave on the top pulling the first to safety… Around the pit the same happened with any survivors…
Varicar turned to Amberlei, “I won’t be allowing her to make a clean escape…” Varicar hissed, he grabbed a rope with one hand before sprinting as fast as he could in mere moments the top taut with length caused Varicar to run up the wall in a crescent arch! When he was high enough the elf released his hold of the rope before kicking off the wall! Backflipping through the air Varicar landed on the ledge the women had been standing, now he would wait on Amberlei…
Skalaz didn’t need to move as Varicar landed nearby him, the confident leader only slightly harmed by the blaze that killed so many… The skill and timing of the elf was truly something to behold… Yet with such grace came a simmering rage, Skalaz could tell Varicar was unhappy with the outcome…
Skalaz focused on his personal health the concussion force had done quite a bit, had Skalaz been anyone less than he was it would have been very likely he would be dead… Skalaz spit to his left, he was a goblin from Undermine, he had been in scraps just like this, this was hardly enough to force him down…
Skalaz nodded it would take a bit of time but the goblin was sure he could nullify the oily tar pool and the boiling death… Skalaz pondered about the composition of oil again, perhaps a larger spell of what he had done to himself would be needed to neutralize the pool… However with the sheer size Skalaz would need to draw a few alchemical circles to further focus the transmutation… Skalaz glanced up at the sound of backup, that was a relief… They wouldn’t need just Skalaz to evacuate the fallen masses…
Skalaz nodded continuing to put more effort into creating a alchemical array that would effortlessly turn the carbon in the oil to graphite, while transforming the hydrogen and oxygen in the oil to water…
Skalaz listened, “Yes sir!” The goblin spoke, he noticed the priest near him, as he worked… In truth Skalaz was worried, such a large transmutation after the energy already expended and and damage he sustained could be dangerous… Sitting in the center of the transmutation circle Skalaz closed his eyes and focused… In a flash of clairvoyance, Skalaz snapped his eyes open and actives the circle! In a vibrant flash of purple the goblin began to break down the components of the oil before reconstituting them into graphite ash and water… From the goblin the transmutation pulsed outwards continuing to change more and more… A short hiss could be heard as Skalaz pulled away from the circle, his breathing hard… The goblin had not come close to converting the entire oil lake but Atleast a large perimeter had been made safe… Skalaz fell over backwards his eyes weary and blurred… This was a lot more alchemy than he was used too… “I’ll help make you hands once I catch my breath priesty…” Skalaz said in a exhausted slur…
Amberlei nods, beyond furious at this recent turn of events. So many good people lost, Some of their best guards, along with two of the cults strongest healers. They would make that witch pay, her torture when they caught her wouldn’t end for weeks, months, years. Whimpers of agony, and cries of anguish filled the bowl they were trapped in. Those soldiers still on their feet moved to do first aid on those who were in the most critical condition.
Amberlei turns to Varicar grinning, *They hurt like a son of a… but they aren’t all that deep. our surviving priestess got her shield up before to much damage could be done. Still feels like my flesh is splitting every time I move watcher." she states when asked about her injuries, she was hurting but she had been through much worse and pressed on. “As for going after that wretched woman. I would drag myself along by my hands, if both my legs were missing, just to run my sword through her accursed heart.” Amberei says, her voice a low growl. She agreed that there was no time to waste, they longer spent down here, the further away she got.
Amberlei watches Varicar as he flips and land on the ledge that the Woman had been standing on. Had the situation been less dire she might of muttered something about show offs. Instead she rushes across the room, jumping over bodies. With her first heroic leap she lands on a small outcropping of rock. the second has her landing next to Varicar. The two of them move silently down along the stone corridor, keeping to the walls. As the stealth along it becomes apparent that the passage in widening. Soon they can both see where it opens into a larger area. Amberlei doesn’t trust just walking out into the room. She holds up her hand to stop Varicar. "I think this might be the time to use some of the Tinkerers toys. The tinkerer was a Gnome that built life like machines that could be used for spying. Reaching into one of her pouches (Silently thanking the mages for the protection on them,) she pulls out a perfect replica of one of the thousands of cave spiders that are seen skittering about. She trace the rune bringing it to life. It twitches in her hand, before flipping over onto its legs. Leaping to the ground it skitters out into the larger room.
Amberlei pulls out two pairs of goggles, one fro her and the other for Varicar. Passing on pair to him she slips the other set onto her face. it takes a moment for the picture she is viewing to come in. now she is seeing through the eyes of that lettle mechanical spider. The room itself is about half the size of the one they were just in. However there have to be at least seven or more passage ways spidering off in different directions. As she watches the room begins to rumble slightly. Coming out of one of the passageways lumbers a massive Trogg like creature. Standing Amberlei would barely reach mid thigh on the monstrosity. Behind him are two robed humanoid figures, and about a dozen normal Troggs.
“I cannot believe that we’ve been tasked with the menial labor of gathering the heads of The Watcher, and his dog.” One of the cloaked figures griped. “ha, ha, that if there’s anything left of them.” the second laughs “I wonder how the other attacks are going?” “The ones against the acolytes chambers and the High Magus’s room? I think we will have plenty of head to line the Mistress’s chamber after today.” Laughing they make their way across the chamber toward the opening where The Watcher, and his Dog lay in wait.
Sericon drew his sword, this was bold, to attack the high magus?? These creatures had a obvious death wish! Sericon cursed this was getting to rough it was underneath them, grabbing Izzabelle, Sericon pulled her from the bed. Just as he has her pressed against him, and is about to jump back. Both the stone floor and the bed burst outwards it an explosion of wooden splinter, large chunks of stone, sharp rock shards, and feathers. Landing hard Sericon rolls so that Izzabelle is beneath him. Both of them are bruised and cut up by the flying debris. Acidic spit struck the ceiling of Sericon’s room and raining down in a deathly haze, Sericon hissed as his back was struck. The corrosive acid quickly ate through the enchanted clothing, Sericon had been saved from dying by the magic fibers but his back had still be horribly burned… Looking down to check Izzabelle, he saw that her eyes are wide open, her expression in one of shock, and agony. “What the hell is that?” Are the first words that fall from her lips as she looks over the strange Elves shoulder. Sericon coughed, hissing in pain from the acidic burns… “Unwelcomed visitors…”
Sericon looked back seeing the upper half massive rockborer worm in him room. On its back are four hideous Troggs, each wearing some crude rough looking armor. The Trogg in the front is controlling the worm, through a harmless that is strapped around its head and mouth. Pulling on the reigns the worm pulls back then slams its massive stone body down. Izzabelle squealed, and quickly rolled her and Sericon out of the way…
Sericon growled as the troggs hit the ground, the bookcases and tomes scattered across the floor was years of work now in jeopardy! And yet these hideous dull creatures had chosen to fight Sericon in one of the few places he needed not conceal his true magical ability!
“You’ve woken up to these pitiful creatures version of hell!” Sericon yelled his hand extended, in a great flash roaring fel flames shot forth from his finger tips illuminating the room in a dark green light! Sericon glared at the great worm, his spell meant to force the creature back and stop the potential acidic attack! “Pintee!” Sericon roared his imp appearing by his side, “Boss I just made it to the source of the noise an- Things fell apart here fast!” The imp chattered, Sericon grunted as he kept his spellwork active a taxing thing indeed… The fel flames from the elves shot forth like a flamethrower… “Get the trogg on the worm…” Sericon hissed, he would need to recover in a moment… Pintee laughed before in a flash he faded from sight appearing on the back of the lead trogg controlling the worm, the imp did the first thing he could think of yanking in the cave creatures wispy strands of hair to try and direct the trogg!
Sericon pulled his hand back hissed as the fel flames started to bite back at the one casting the spell, and held his blade forward… He would need to engage them with this before he tried another spell! A trogg rushed forward its cruel weapon arching down and barely missing Sericon as the mage moved with quite some agility despite his wizardly look… With a quick few slashed Sericon carved bleeding lines in the troggs exposed limbs, but it had not been enough to kill the creature…
“Do you always get such destructive unwanted visitors?” Izzabelle queries from her position atop Sericon, after rolling them out of the way. Izzabella snarls in pain as flying shards of rock, slice at flesh, and muscle. Will he despise me if he sees? she asks herself
Izzabelle’s expression rapidly changes from pain, to shock, then to joy. “Your a warlock, so you’re okay with Demons.” it seems to be more of a statement then a question. Izzabelle sits up straight and takes in the fel around her. Evil looking green fire Erupt from different parts of Izzabelle’s body. Covering her hands and feet they cascade over her lower arms and calf. The spread over her torso and back, spilling down to mid thigh. When the flames vanish wherever the fire had touched the flesh had been replace with the thick leathery demonic hide. It covered her hands and feet like boots, and gloves. It covered her torso like a partial body suit. fel looking scales cover her lower half like a scale-mail skirt. Dual weapons of leather, and fel steel, materialize on her hands, resembling long serrated demonic claws.
The Trogg bellows more in annoyance than pain, still the little Imp had managed to make him pull back on the reigns. The large glob of acid strike the floor that the worm spits forth strike the floor next to the two Elves, and one of the three Troggs that had been on its back. The thing lets out these loud ear piercing shrieks as acidic spit eats trough it’s rocky flesh, like flames burning through parchment. The Worm Rider takes the reigns in one hand grabbing a dagger from his side with the other. stabbing back at the wretched little bugger, he starts directing the worm so slam down again.
Izzabelle watches as the creature lunges at the Sericon, watches as the Elf carves into its foul flesh, but was unable to deliver the killing blow. Izzabelle grins wickedly, driving the blades of one of her clawed hands though the lower back of the trogg attacking Sericon. Using her demonic strength she punches the claws clean through its body. Guts and gore burst forth as izzabelle’s hand rips out of its belly. “May I?” Izzabelle asks looking at Sericon, then grabbing the blade of his weapon. Holding it at the correct angle she rips her hand back through the doomed trogg the fel weapon separating his upper half from his lower half. The last remaining trogg of the trio that had jumped from the worms back lets out a battle scream, and smashes its large stone club down onto Izzabelle’s. Izzabelle grimaces as she feels the should bone slip a little out of place. large pieces of the thick demonic hide on her shoulder, cracks and breaks off. Izzabelle spins lashing out at the trogg, a set of four deep gouges appear in its face, taking of part of its nose and blinding it is one eye. The vile thing brings it club down again, Izzabelle rolls to the side barely avoiding the blow. However her new position gave her a glimpse down into the hole this worm had come from…
“There’s like more of these things down there.” She states flipping back onto her feet. turning to the worms she fires a set of the claws from her gloves at the Handler. One strikes its left shoulder, another it’s left side, the third buries itself into the creatures chest, sadly not striking any vital organs. The final one slices through the leather keeping the harness on the great worms head. As the harness falls to the floor, the great rockborer dives down, the whole upper half of the trogg attacking Izzabelle disappears into its mouth. Lifting it off the ground it slowly eats it. Shrieks of agony and the sound of rock being ground up fill the room… Izzabelle turns to Sericon just as another one of his walls come crashing down, and the group from across the room engages them. She unleashes a pulse of ambient magic meant to greatly strengthen demonic creatures. Pintee would find himself being filled with dark powerful demonic strength and energy. “You know I pictured many a times, what the morning after would be like, if I ever woke up in the bed of some hot guy. I can tell you right now this was never freaking one of them.” Izzabelle states with a grin, before summoning forth a dagger to take the place of her claw she just used. “Come let us send these fouls things back to whatever hell awaits them. Then you can explain to me why I’m here, and why…” She looks around “You live in a… cave??” Izzabelle asks, ready to jump back into the fight.
The Watcher had noticed her, Adelion wasn’t sure what to think of that. She held both admiration, and apprehension, for the Silent But deadly Watcher. She wanted to thank him but he was gone before she could build up the courage to so much as utter a word in his direction.
Del, hisses in pain as she looks down at the wreckage of her hands. There were still those who needed her aid. Concentrating she sends waves of healing magic throughout her body. It wouldn’t fix her hands, but would allow her to move around with less pain so that she could help others. She approaches a soldier lying on his side. She can barely make out his cries of pain. When she gently rolls him onto his back she sees why. One whole side of his face has been completely burned away. His skull on that side had started melting. His upper, and lower jaw fused together in such an horrific way. He would be disfigured and eating through a straw for the remainder of his life. Reaching down she touches his face, and sends her healing magic into him. While she was unable to separate, and reshape the bones. She could heal the flesh, help cure the physical pain. The emotional, and psychological pain would take much longer. Adelion didn’t know who that vile woman was, but she knew that she hated her.
The second was a woman with burns covering about eighty percent of her body. It looked like she would be losing a limb or two. Healing her to the best of her abilities, she casts levitate on her before she is pulled up. It would help to ease the transition from the fiery death pit, back to where the crew of healers awaited them. For the next few minutes Adelion moves around giving what little healing that she could, and casting her levitate spell. Soon she finds herself growing tired and a little weak.
Adelion drops down beside the Goblin, the Pitt was nearly empty, except for the two of them and one last Guard. “Perhaps we should get out of here, then you can make me some new hands.” She says, the exhaustion she feels coming through with every slurred word that she utters. “Besides you will probably have to slice this lump off… which I’m not looking forward to.” She states honestly.
“Miss.” The last remaining guard call out to her. “Let’s Get you topside.” Standing up Adelion makes her way over. The man then ties one of the ropes around her waist. Once secured he tugs on it, signaling for the men to pull her up. Del casts levitate on herself, to take the burden off of those pulling her out of this hellish Inferno.
Sericon pushed himself back up dispelling the wave disorientating weakness, perhaps the blurred visions had less to do with a total overdoing of melee skill and more with doing so much at one time… It reminded Sericon of the times he pushed his magical abilities hard, after such extreme shows of magical power he was forced to take it easier or burn himself out…
Sericon moved forward his blade held low stopping quick in front of a charging mogu, his blade swung around his side like a praying mantis strike before bisecting the mogu! The sand creature however was merely replaced by ten more each eager to attack the Void elf warrior. Sericon was more than willing to engage the newer mogu, diving in like a hawk Sericon extended his right arm summoning a new blade to his side, with a great sweeping attack Sericon sent a solid crescent of fel energy radiating from infront of him! Sericon turned his sight to Izzabelle who was fighting fiercely as well that’s when it happens!
Sericon felt weak, drained his strength vanishing from his form as the tear in the sky loomed overhead…
Sericon’s vision grew blurred as a bright green light of explosion lit up the sky before falling over side ways everything going dark… It was like a television being switched off as blackness closed in on all sides, then nothing…
Isaik could do nothing but agree, the intricacies of what might unfold was a random variable that could be hardly perfectly predicted… “Indeed…”
“Perhaps…” Isaik stated, he had felt it would be a bit of both, Orion hardly had any control over Yumara anymore and Isaik was more than likely to let his chosen have a bit of vengeance or fun before he put a stop to anything…
Isaik understood his thoughts watching the events unfold, he theorized soon something large was about to go down… At the back of his mind he cursed not being able to further meditate on the possible futures eager to come…
Isaik was unsurprised as Yumara took her furious vengeance out on the feline time being, he could have done it himself but Isaik was more one to set up a longer lasting pain for treachery… Isaik stood mostly unmoving as he watch Yumara assert herself and her strength at the felines overstepped boundaries…
Isaik awaited, this was how he generally let the commanders under his thrall settle disputes as well, if Isaik always had to intervene it turned him into some parental figure rather than a leader expecting a job done… Isaik only typically intervened if such disagreements interferes with his own sights on the future… In the end Isaik assumes Orion would see that ripping Yumara from the Masters side had consequences, but that Yumara would also see the position that Orion had been in…
Isaik opened his skeletal hands welcoming the lost and hurt one to his side, his influence trying to exert a feeling of peace and calm… A interesting task seeing the battle still before them…
Isaik watched as Izzabelle began to craft her great weapon a tear in the sky of all her fel might and yet… Foolish… Izzabelle had not relied upon the connection to great power right at her disposal… Sericon collapsed into unconsciousness, Yumara shifted as the Izzabelle within her was drained…
Isaik hissed extending his arms to force his power free of his form like a radiant dark sun Isaik looses his power over the land to be absorbed by those near the edge of death… Those of elven nature could perish if all their magic was drained… Isaik growled low as the scroll upon the pedestal continued its story, the ground rumbling to replace the destroy sand creatures with a army renewed of mogu… With a sharp twist of his skeletal hand Isaik pulled the weapons from Izzabelle, Sericon and Rekkagg from their bodies to sit harmlessly on the floor… With nothing to fight the sand mogu simply stood like statues they had no purpose… Isaik did not blame the scroll for trying to continue what had happened it was the story laid bare, as long as people were willing to fight mogu would be made… It was Isaik’s perversion of the scrolls original purpose that made it sick and broken, in the original story the mogu never landed a single blow, in the original story when one laid their weapons down a howl of witch like laughter would end the story… A damned Pandaren story that was meant to teach others when to stop fighting, had been made to train others to fight as long as they could…
Isaik moved forward like revenant, Yumara undoubtly by his side, the dark creature now needed to remove such distractions from sight… Waving his great arms his power of the mind became clear, Isaik would control the earth elementals themselves to construct a new structure on this world and seal the scroll on the lowest level… For now they needed a place to shelter the weakened three who had fought so valiantly… “Place your roots Yumara, we shall shape this land…” Isaik hissed as the great beginnings of a stone structure rose over the land… With great care air elementals carried the bodies of the three to Isaik so he might better observe their unconscious state…
The rage that had Yumara’s heart racing in her chest, was swiftly being quelled by Master’s manipulation, of her brainwaves, her muscles, her thoughts and her emotions. Now able to breathe and think calmly once more, Yumara wonders if she might have gone to far with her attack. Still Orion shouldn’t have tried separating her from Master, at least not in the fashion that he did. Her heart beating normally again she pulls her face out of Master’s robes, however her hand still clutch at them, like she is afraid of being ripped from his side again. She hated that, hated being torn from the place she belonged.
Yumara freezes, now she understood why Orion had pulled her from this place. She understood to late to stop the inevitable from happening. Why hadn’t she thought, if she hadn’t been so angry about being ripped from the Master’s side she might of… Wait why didn’t Orion just tell her, if he had said that both Izzabelle’s were in danger being so close to each other… So many thought now rushing through her mind as she feels the one within her growing so much weaker. “Master i think we might have…” The sheer magnitude of the explosion of fel, cuts off whatever she is about to say.
Yumara feels it when the Izzabelle within her loses consciousness. It’s like a the flame of a candle being blown out. One moment there’s light, then there’s nothing but an empty blackness, where light once shone. Yumara watches as Orion rushes over to the broken, and bloodied Izzabelle.
Yumara lets out a soft sigh of relief as Master releases some of his great power. It washes over those of the brink of death, filling them with the magic that Izzabelle had so carelessly just ripped from them. Still something wasn’t right, something felt horribly off.
“Yes Master.” As she’s about to place her roots, she notices that Orion does not let the elemental’s carry Izzabelle. Soon she understands why, Oblivion is claiming her, it is claiming both the one in Orion’s arms, and the one inside of her. Exceedingly slowly, but Oblivion is still destroying them. Orion looks at Yumara, then turns to Isaik. “I cannot allow them to remain here at this time.” With that he vanishes both Izzabelle’s disappearing with him. Yumara isn’t certain when, or if Orion will return with them. She does know that to save them he will need them in his space. in that timeless dimension of clocks, and doors.
With them gone Yumara continues with her task, taking on her Botani like form her roots dig into the dead, fel tainted soil at her feet. Rapidly the spread out away from her fracturing out until there’s a massive network of millions of roots. They twist, writhe, and turn deep within the dead and tortured land, covering an area roughly the size of the Wandering Isle. From this tangle mess of roots, and vines, pulses a power of growth, of healing. The fel is sucked from the very earth, as the earth curing magic is released in massive waves. It is the reverse of how Salkeen kills a planet with fel. Yumara can pull the fel from a planet and bring it back to life. But Unlike Salkeen it would take her centuries to return even a small planet back to life. So instead she cleanses and heals just a small area. One in which the three of them… would there be three, Orion had taken both Izzabelle’s, the undead Orc Rekkagg didn’t look so well, even Sericon looked on the brink of death. But still Yumara sent her magic into the earth, pulling the tainted fel into herself, she healed a small section of that land.
As Yumara cleanses the fel from the land and takes it into herself, her botani form starts to twist in agony. fel flames start burning the thick bark that covers her form. As the heat dries her out the wood shrinks, and cracks. Chrystal clear water pours from the burning wounds, washing over her body it drowns the fel flames that are torching her. Like her root the water to sinks into the ground spreading out. Suddenely in the canyon there’s an explosion of life. trees, flora, and fauna of all sorts burst up out of the fresh healthy soil. Rivers brooks, and streams cut paths through the once dead land. From the earth, from the trees, and the many rivers, spring to life creatures, both great, and small. Creatures of light, also those horrifically twisted by darkness, and everything in between. Creatures that the denizens of this utopia could hunt for food, but also ones that would hunt them. For within this fairy-tail forest a twisted nightmare exists. Still Yumara created a powerful magical circle around the area that would hopefully become Sericon’s, and Izzabelle’s home, for the next century or so, along with the undead Orc should he survive. The spell would keep dangers along all that wished them harm outside. This was their world but it would need to be protected from all the fel that surrounded them.
Yumara turns to Master. “Master would you please use your great power to prtect this area from the fel storms of the Twisting Nether.” Yumara asks reaching for him as the Fel that she had consumed starts taking a toll on her. Pressing her hands against Master’s chest she sends the fel energy that she had taken from the land into him.
Orion materialized unseen in the room occupied by Warlock Sericon, and young Izzabelle… No she didn’t, tell me she wouldn’t do something so stupid. In a flash he was gone. Appearing behind Yumara, and Isaik, he rips Yumara from that space before things went bad. Not understanding how bad things would soon become.
You can obviously didn’t think to much on said consequences Dark One. Or you would of felt it the moment the two were so close. Or were you to busy watching them fight to realize that both of them were being…
The return of the extremely irrational Nature goddess, prematurely ends whatever if was that Orion was about to say. It also greatly weakens him, allowing Yumara to entangle his feline form within her vines. Orion can feel the agony as his muscles are bruised and torn, the horrific pain of having his bones shatter shred his internal organs. Yet he manages to keep himself mostly healed while trying desperately to keep both the Izzabelle’s with them. (Why couldn’t they see). Orion asks himself.
Orion lets out a hiss, he was being held fast, and Yumara was definitely not thinking. He would need to temporarily focus all of his power, to stop Yumara’s senseless attack. If the arrow hit, Izzabelle would cease to exist. Pulling together all his magic he stops the time breaking arrow from reaches its destination. However his attempt to lock down Yumara’s power, is met with an unexpected resistance. (It seems that my control over Yumara has been weakened by her bond to the Dark One). Orion isn’t sure how he feels about this new development. He does however know that the two Izzabelle’s cannot remain in that space together.
Orion had feared something like this might happen, Izzabelle had all this power, but she didn’t know how to use it correctly. She pulled on those she was bound closest to his instead of the one who’s power was infinite. In doing so she forces Orion to act, to save them both. First he would need to get them out of there. As The Dark One send the Air Elementals to gather the fallen, Orion freezes in time those that come near Izzabelle. Lifting her broken, and bloodied form up off of the fel corrupted earth he leaves that place, taking both of the Izzabelle’s with him. Appearing in his space he time locks the two sides of them, before collapsing into a healing sleep. He would go about fixing what needed to be fixed when he awoke. For now his power had been dangerously depleted. He would return them to their rightful places once everything was fixed.
Isaik stood watching his mind calculating the best possible scenario to dealing with the overwhelming desolation that consumed the land… Izzabelle has used all her power creating such a use of force Isaik only seeing such a thing once before in Centralis… Her actions led to even more fel infusing the lost twisting nether world… “Intriguing…” Isaik hissed despite the ever present and clear danger becoming more apparent to everyone else…
Isaik observed as Yumara filled the land with life and Orion refused the advances of the earth elementals… This little world in the nether would become more with every root grown every stone block placed by the elementals… Still Isaik knew full well the process consuming Izzabelle…
Isaik thought back to Orion’s words to him, to many Isaik would’ve looked foolish, arrogant, perhaps uncaring not to involve himself in a future he saw in front of him… But that was exactly why Isaik did not get involved, certain timelines to the desired futures were rough, bloodied and violent… Could one truly risk the future for the present??
Isaik said nothing as Orion whisked both the Izzabelle’s from different times away, Isaik knew full well Orion would return with one or both of the Izzabelle’s in time… After all, Izzabelle would not be the same without Sericon, and Orion had left the void elf behind…
Life began to truly take root around them, the true power of the wild god was astonishing… Yet Isaik felt the exact thing that began to plague Yumara… The twisting nether was a unique place, though the planet itself hadn’t been so irradiated with fel before Izzabelle’s great canyon making attack, the sky was saturated with it… It was like sunlight, waves of fel emanating from throughout the nether leeching the planets as they passed by…
A feeling Isaik hadn’t truly felt in many years, the Eredar within the being known as Zalak welcomed the power coming to him… Isaik’s eyes took a dark emerald glow, as he concealed the excess power running through his form… Now they would merely await as the new citadel was constructed and Sericon recovered… Isaik tilted his head looking at Rekkagg his form was twisted and sufficed with black and fel energy… Rekkagg had tried to use his own power to defend himself… Needless to say that it had been in vane… Isaik considered resurrecting the undead creature… But he had a idea that despite the untimely death, they would be seeing Gallows again soon enough.
“In that we share a common ground… Necrolyte magic is not something I would know without this body…” Rekkagg stated taking aim with his bow at a nearby group of three mogu. With a flash of dark energy the three mogu shuddered as three arrows each impaled their bodies…
Rekkagg continued to watch Izzabelle fight her ferocity was endless, however a short bout of weakness showed her magic levels were not so vast… This would be something Rekkagg would need to poke at, these were after all meager mogu, hardly a dangerous threat, they were not worth much effort wasted upon them…
Rekkagg glances at the powerful figures around the master, being that used such gifts so wildly at times… Their battles would be deadly to be caught within, yet Rekkagg knew by watching the masters lack of action he knew what was going to occur…
The battle raged on Rekkagg loosing arrow after arrow at the sand creatures, sad as they were regular arrows would fell them… This scrolls test seemed exactly that, a test of endurance more than power or skill… In a world of endless enemies how long could one fight?? Rekkagg roared gesturing with his hand summoning forth a chasm of necrotic magic that ripped several sand creatures to the doom of the shadowlands! That’s when the sky lit up…
Rekkagg glanced to the god like beings near the master but saw bone raising or gesturing a hand to the sky… No it was Izzabelle’s power! Rekkagg growled low as Sericon fell to his side unconscious upon the ground… Thr sky above roared as fel magic began to scream into existence… Breathing deep the orc, the master loyal minion understood what to do… Rekkagg was merely a one to teach them about the warlock but he wasn’t needed for the final battle… Casting his hand out Rekkagg used his necromantic magic to preform a deathpact with Sericon… The orcs body rotted significantly as the magic force holding him to this world sufficed around the void elves unconscious form creating a great shield… Rekkagg collapsed to the ground, this was more than a regular deathpact, the orc needed pour all his power into it… However it left Rekkagg open to the inevitable… As the roaring light descended upon his Rekkagg opened his mouth throwing back his arms to roar back before everything just seemed to stop! To the cold black darkness the man went once again… The orcs broken body collapsed in the spot utterly ruined…
Ahcirej watches as Maff leaves, followed closely by Jaseiah dragging Aeseir out the door. Sighing Ahcirej runs her fingers through her hair. One would think she would learn not to have Jaseiah pack the bags. Taking a look around the still barren room she gets to work. She starts with the clothes Jaseiah, and Aeseir, wear under their armor. Pulling out the balled up wrinkled disasters, she snaps them like she did the robe a little earlier. One by one shirts, pants, dresses, under clothes, become unwrinkled, and perfectly folded. She puts them away into to trunks located at the foot of the beds. Ahcirej then gets to work on fixing the robes that Jaseiah had beaten up. Ahcirej stretches, as she finish taking care of the last of her robes. It had been at least an hour since she had started. She still had to unpack the tomes, scrolls, and all the information she had on this newest race called Goblins.
Putting away the last of the clothing, Ahcirej reaches for the first trunk holding the information The Kirin Tor had managed to gather on this race that called Goblins. Unlatching it, she pulls open the lid, and screams… Jaseiah wouldn’t have to worry about dying at the hand of some Goblin Cartel, because she was going to kill her It looked like a bomb went off inside of the trunk. It was a disaster, papers were bent and wrinkled, everything was out of order. This would take hours to complete, stomping over to the nearest desk she slams the trunk down onto it. Then start pulling things out one by one. She cast simple cantrip spells to smooth out the paper. Of course nothing was numbered so she was stuck reading to find out the order. Then there was the separating of factual information from opinions. This was going to be an all day thing, and would require some strong black coffee.
Returning few candle marks later with a mug of coffee, and a plate of fruit, and cheese slices, she gets to work. Now she would like to think that her children would go straight to the market and buy the necessary goods. However even with everything she had forgotten, she knew a few things for certain. She knew that her daughter, would want to go off on an adventure, and drag her brother along with her. Aeseir being with her, was the biggest reason, Ahcirej didn’t worry overly much about the two of them. Ahcirej knew that Aeseir would give his life to protect Jaseiah, as Jaseiah would do the same. It was just Jaseiah seemed a lot more reckless. They both however had this need to prove themselves the strongest. Ahcirej is certain that this must be something they got from their Father. Aeseir was exceptionally strong, and extremely powerful. Jaseiah was exceedingly fast, and powerful. Setting aside a stack of the papers, she looks over at the contraption pushed up against the wall. Maff was going to regret leaving it there, once Jaseiah manages to blow up the building.
Sericon moved his hand to the dry dirt at his side, breathing in painful breaths of hot dusty air… His eyes tried to open but his body outright resisted all his efforts… Everything ached, everything was drained, his very core felt hollow and empty… The edges of his vision returned a burned world enveloped in green flames roared all around him, great cliffs jutted into the sky as Sericon lay at the bottom seemingly… Sericon’s mind faltered as a canyon side collapsed into a roiling rock slide… How had this happened… Where was Izzabelle? Sericon struggled to rise but was only met with more all consuming weakness and fell back to the dry earth…
Sericon wouldn’t know what happened next his mind was filled with darkness, his body exhausted… Around him mentally enslaved earth elementals moved the downed warrior to a new location as they constructed the great citadel shown to them by the dark creature… To Sericon it might seem like the blink of a eye but a whole month in the nether passed before the elf regained some version of consciousness, his eyes opened lazily revealing the structure that had been built around him and over the land… Sericon’s vision faded once more before he finally awoke with some semblance of energy in his bones… The familiar taint of the Masters power subsided, as if the master had simply sustained him magically in his exhaustion induced coma…
Sericon moved his body slowly as he edged off the stone slab that had served as his resting place for so long… Sericon was surprised his bones did not ache from resting upon such a location, but perhaps it was again the master magic that had forced the stone to carry his body softly… “Where is Izzabelle…” Stated to a odd figure standing nearby, his eyes still blurry it appeared human… Sericon was met with no response, “Where is the Dark Master?” Sericon trudged over grabbing the figures shoulder only to feel cold stone in his grasp… That is when the figure moved, moving several feet to the left the figure moved several slabs to new locations, before turning and facing Sericon…
Sericon took a step back, the cold stone thing had no face, that’s when he understood… Sericon was looking at one of the Rock Elementals the Master had used to craft such a structure… The time of service had worn it away, the slavery of its mind turning it into a echo of its former self… Sericon took a sharp breath, if this was one such minion under Master than the dark one was still nearby or reachable from this point… Pushing himself Sericon made his way out of the stone made room he had rested in for so many days, he had to find the Master among the darkened cold stone halls of the citadel… To Sericon however it seemed much more like a mausoleum… Along his right and left the stone walls were etched with battle scenes and other odd scenes carved with such detail… Some Sericon recognized, it was the battle he had participated with Izzabelle and Rekkagg before his coma… The earth elementals had carved a permanent reminder of what had occurred on this cold world… Sericon trudged on, he felt in his soul, the Master was here, perhaps at the top of the citadel…
Isaik turned to Yumara, “It will be some time before Orion returns… As such there is no reason to rush, we will let Sericon heal by his own ability…” Isaik stated gesturing with his hands as he spoke his boney clawed hands moving under the black cloth of his robes like a grim reaper pointing to the next one to die… Isaik spared another passing glance at Rekkagg’s broken body using what power he could to ensure Sericon’s survival, he was a exemplary minion doing his master will despite death… And yet Isaik felt a sense of ease with his death, Isaik had always felt a minuscule amount of disgust for the orcish race… Call it unfounded perhaps, other eredar seemed to rarely feel the same, but Isaik actually felt insulted that the leadership of the legion felt the need to exterminate the Draenei with the orcs… Draenei were nothing but betrayers, cowards and dissenters, however they were still related to the eredar and to give the privilege to such a tribal and primitive race the honor of slaying something so related to himself insulted something deep inside…
Isaik had not felt the same way about certain other races, though no race had been like the eredar in their prime, the elvish race of Azeroth were much like them… A civilized race that constructed such great works of power, unmatched in their dominion over the planet… Isaik held out a skeletal hand to Yumara, a being even above the elves… A wild god… “We shall take such time to prepare for the future ahead…” Isaik stated leading Yumara forward towards the construction that would be the great citadel… Isaik moved quickly reaching the edge of the stone walls before with a flash he appeared above the construction, with a wave of his claws a obsidian platform appeared below them suspended in air… Isaik walked upon the platform to the center before standing in the near center looking inwards… “Come face me…” Isaik hissed, his form awaiting…
With a few short moments Isaik’s robes seemed to expand into a swirling mass of black silk and cloth enveloping the two beings entirely… They would be one, Whatever visions Isaik foresaw, Yumara would see as well… The clashing light and darkness exposing the millions of futures open to be taken… While they rested gazing at such possibilities before them the elementals would continue to build eventually encasing them both in a grand citadel of dark stone…
“Aye Aye Quartermaster!” Marrc roared pushing his way with Valenae into the portal and aboard the Crimson Quell’s doctors quarters… That unfortunately was just the name for the place Marrc, Nihsa and occasionally the chef worked at to help ensure the crew survived… Rushing through Marrc placed Valenae in a nearby wooden table, there were other wounded crewmen around… The chef who served as a version of a doctor moved around quickly doing what he could… Not that there was always much to do other than remove any broken pieces…
Marrc growled renewing his focus on sending nature magic into Valenae’s body… He would try to stall the poison for as long as he could… “Be holding on now!!” Marrc grunted forcing the nature magic he had to push harder… “I need thorny stankroot!” Marrc barked his knowledge for plants quite extensive… Verricc nodded moving to the cabinets in the area to search for this plant… Cursing the man finally found it, grabbing it Verricc hissed as the spikes poked his flesh before returning to Marrc… Marrc grabbed the root not reacting as the thorns stabbed his tough flesh as well… “Boiling it is what be done, but we don’t have time!” Marrc growled, “Open mouth!” Marrc commanded before taking the root in his hands and twisting hard… Marrc tried to look unfazed but the plant was notorious for long serrated thorns… A mixture of plant juice and light blood dropped into Valenae’s mouth, the smell from the substance nauseating, the taste was unlikely to be that much better…
Marrc tossed the crumbled plant to his side, now they just had to see if it worked… It was a unbelievably strong cure all, but it was only located in the dwarven highlands far from the sea… Marrc glanced at Verric, “Her hand… I can’t get it back…” The bear of a man stated before turning his magic on both Verricc and Valenae…