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(If Micael had been paying attention, he would have seen that the gnome was long gone. As with the intelligence of any human, he did not. One could say that an agent of SI:7 were to be lacking in the skill of covert operations.)

The gnome, Liffle, quickly evaded the arcane sentries in Dalaran using her invisibility field generator. Perhaps this little distraction would move the party to more combat able state, which had been her mission to begin with. Ethereal Agents residing within the Twisting Nether nearby Toshley's Station would greatly appreciate these recent advances to the overall situation pertaining to the 'current' conflict. Beneficiaries throughout the Twisting Nether and beyond would be delighted to hear that once again the tides of the world's flow were beginning to shift, yet again, in their favor.

Her mission was clear: find an unsuspecting group of various sub-races and cause them to question their very existence, let alone their motives to achieve such an end. Once integrated, on the level of deep familiarity, learn of ways to turn the tide, and subtly subvert incoherent ineptitude through anonymous alliteration.

Sometimes she even surprised even herself at the level of genius she could hold herself to.

However, as she was peering through the various apperendi strewn across her tiny room at the top of the elevator, Toshley's former quarters, she happened upon a book she hadn't remembered placing. The title read, "Massacre Below the Magical City" detailing events that transpired after her tactical retreat. It did not end well.

Wasting no time, she situated herself by the temporal displacement module, adjusted her goggles for time and place, and engaged the curricula.

She made it at the precise moment after Micael issued the orders. Liffle began focusing her limited offensive capabilities upon the Blood Elf known as Q. One of which was the ability to control the other's mind. With little effort, she entered the mind of Q.

"Qarosimae, that is your name, isn't it? It is fun being able to be inside of your mind, controlling your actions."

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Opening his eyes, the world was just one blurry mess, fuzzy coloured blobs moving here and there. Ranavos dare not enter combat with this handicap or he would risk harming his allies. He could only listen and piece together what was happening in his mind, a battle was ensuing no less, between Micael and the Horde forces. The lich shuffled away from the battle, hopefull he would regain his vision soon.

"Ranavos, give me a portal!"

That was Micaels voice... He cracked a smile remembering when Micael said the same thing to him during their time in Southshore. Magic gathered around him as he began to channel the portal spell. "This will require some time!"

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Qarosimae was not entirely surprised by the parry. She smiled when the flaming blade licked Micael's arm, briefly drawing blood before cauterizing the wound. When he fell on Inzema, she shifted her stance so that she could plunge the blade straight down. Instead of that, she felt an alien presence in her mind, causing her to stumble. One of her earrings flared brightly, purging the mind controlling magic. This was getting out of hand. She used her free hand to sever the gnome's connection with its mana, but the distraction cost her the ability to dodge or counter Micael's blast. The wards on her armor saved her from life threatening injury, but it blew her back a few steps. She landed and settled for a moment, drawing even more from the fire within her.

Inzema, on the other hand, was rather inactive. When Micael fell atop him, he managed to move his head just enough that his goggles were missed, taking the elbow to the corner of his forehead instead, but the weight of the larger man was quite a bit. As a subconscious reaction, he tried to bite Micael, his hunger taking over as his instincts screamed the need to feed to replenish his strength.

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For the first time since this whole mess had started, Goerin thanked the Light that he had worn some type of armor. The mail protected his flesh from Inzema getting to his flesh, although the bite would leave a bruise. Q was down, and in his world, this opportunity was literally a miracle. He grabbed Inzema's arm, throwing him over his shoulder, and began sprinting, swinging a kick at Q's jaw and throwing an elbow back at Inzema's nose every few seconds to ensure he stayed disoriented. He needed to get his target to an area where he couldn't use Ikai or his teleportation shit. He still had a few friends at The Vault who would let him interrogate a prisoner there. His drunken haze had worn off as he ran to Ranavos. At 50 feet to go he charged the Light to his elbow towards Inzema's face, as well as firing a few quick blasts of Light at Q.

Arriving at Ranavos, Micael dumped Inzema on the ground and took up a defensive position. Inzema would be in an arm bar, and Micael's dominate hand would be able to fire Light based attacks at Q on the fly while Ranavos got him his portal. Eve? She could have Nika. Micael didn't care if she lived or died. He still loved her, but she was a traitor, and they balanced out in his book. Actually, Eve SHOULD have her.

"Evellin! Get Nika out of here!" He barked as he fired a beam of Light at Q's face, starting to feel the acute lack of Mana in his system.

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When Inzema had not shown up at her labratory as discussed, Nanori had performed some engineering of her own on the little silver disc he'd given her. So tracking him to Northrend of all places, she knew he was somewhere in Crystalsong Forest, which was odd...given that Dalaran wasn't currently the best of places to be. So soaring overhead on her hippogryph which she had named Reaper, she surveyed the land below with her good eye. Something drew her attention to a break in the oddly purple trees, flashes of light and fire made her spur her mount in that direction.

It would take her a bit to get there, but if there were Horde members down there, she was oathbound to help them out of whatever the situation may be...and maybe she'd get to kill something which was always a motivator.

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Liffle was also keenly aware of the paladin's lack of mana, almost forgetting herself entirely, she began channeling what could almost be described as hope, some moral to this sad tale, that would go on and on forever, without end.

The spell would, if nothing else, allow the paladin and those around him to be increased in willpower, invigorated by that unknown substance. Liffle would be vulnerable...

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Qarosimae released all the pent up arcane energy she had gathered in one blast, purposing it to slow her perception of time to a crawl. She took a fraction of a second to think, standing up and analyzing her targets. The rocket Inzema had fired was streaking down and going to impact with the death knight that had taken Nika. Not an issue. The gnome was trying to replenish the paladin's mana. He paladin was showing remarkable dexterity by going from flat on his back to carrying Inzema in a matter of about a second. She made a note not to underestimate his agility again. Ranavos? Ah, right, the lich. He looked nothing like he had once, but the memory of the time she had met him and asked to dissect him came back. Not one of her better moments.

Time to think about that later.

Qarosimae blinked forward, towards Micael, using the teleportation to avoid the blast of light he sent her way. Seconds crept by, but they were beginning to resume their normal speed, and time was not on her side. She appeared within arm's reach of Micael and Ranavos, breathed deeply, and let loose another blast of flames from her mouth.

Inzema managed to move out of the way of the blast of light Micael had fired at him, despite the proximity. He was finally recovering his senses enough to realize that he was being carried off and it was probably a bad thing. He managed to reach one of the potions hanging from a bandolier and downed it without much ceremony. He felt some strength return to his muscles as magical healing supplemented his personal healing. "So, are you taking me home to show me your collection of Inzema memorabilia?"

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Evellin noted the small rocket streaking towards her and her newly claimed prize. She managed to spit out a curse, certain it was not from an ally and about ready to explode them both, and extended a hand to let loose a powerful blast of frozen air. The ice and misdirection weighed it down and knocked it backwards into the dirt, and the Death Knight retreated back a few steps for caution.

She glanced at Ranavos, noting his time constraints, and at Micael and the elf swiftly advancing. They would never open the damn portal in time. Eve shifted Nika in her grip, tossing her as gently as possible over one shoulder and reaching for the enchanted bracer at her wrist, twisting it quickly. The magic overcame her, curling in black tendrils around her body until she'd fully taken on the form of a dark, metallic feline. She stretched her wings, using her motions, gravity and nose to nudge Nika onto her saddle as securely as possible.

Without further pause, Eve pushed off the ground and propelled herself into the air, circling once to be sure no further threat was aimed her way. She started to head east, her first goal to get as much distance between her cargo and the scuffle as she could.

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Ranavos's vision finally recovered just in time to see Q teleport right in front of him. He panicked, but he didn't want to cancel the portal spell for Micael, Eve and Nikas lives depended on it. Almost automatically, the runes on Ranavos's armour activated upon sensing the heat from the flames, glowing a bright red before draining a portion of his personal Mana. A protective layer of Magic shielded him, and only him, from the fire based attack. The Lich was sure that Micael could survive the flames.

The portal was finally complete. Now to deal with the enemies... And his target was unfortunate enough to stand at arms length of him.

He clenched his fists and channeled a spell within the runes on his gauntlets. Lightning cackled around his arms as he aimed a uppercut at Qarosimae.

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With the spell nearing conclusion, she noticed the blood elf move, blinking suddenly towards the two, Micael and Ranavos, and letting fourth a gout of flame. The flame so close to them would no doubtedly cause them to be disoriented. Liffle sent a prayer to the light, drawing energy from both the paladin and the lich to shield them after being hit. She began casting direct healing spells, to heal their wounds.

"R-Ranavos!? Is that you!? I remember you!" She had met the lich once before... a long time ago, merely infatuation, but very astute. Ranavos' measure was intense, however much of a really scardey cat he may have been, she found this a 'touch' amiable. The paladin, however... she had only read about him from stories she had gleaned from their future sources.

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Why hadn't be brought Jon's shotgun?

Micael was desperately asking that to himself as his torso was scorched, burning away the leather and chain to the sound of Micael's roar of pain. He again fell on Inzema as the Gnome healed him, pushing himself off quickly. People generally think being healed means 100%, but really the Light is somewhat imperfect a lot and you still feel sore. In Micael's case, he no longer felt 3rd degree burns, but instead felt generally beat up. And he was. Bruises and a cracked rib were starting to wear him thin. That, plus the fact he had used a lot of energy meant he needed to get Inzema through the portal now.

Grabbing one arm of the monster, he said a silent prayer and tried hurling him through the Portal, his other hand picking up the sword he had dropped, looking at Q. There was a moment where it became incredibly clear that Micael was going to either get Inzema, and possibly Q, through the portal for interrogation, or he was going to die trying. The Paladin had nothing left to live for. Inzema, Q, Nika, they would all have been parts of his ultimate redemption. Micael just wasnt sure if he could fight long or hard enough to be redeemed, even as he put all his weight into getting Inzema through the magic hole.

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Liffle began to have a dazed look on her face, as if she were really bored or extremely tired. Her awareness of the situation seemed to become diminished, nothing was making any sense anymore. Without realising what she was doing, she began entering a complex series of numbers into the command nodule of goggles. She vanished in an instant. When she reappeared, she was standing next to her real love, not then one bound by duty, or Ethereals. This gnome would be the happiest gnome, ever. And so would she, quietly, they began to kiss, tenderly. Did you hear that?

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As Inzema flew through the air like a sack of bricks, he managed to give a smile and salute to Micael. [Retrieval system fully charged. No interference remains. Engaging emergency retrieval.] As Inzema approached the portal, electricity began to crackle around him, dancing across the pieces of metal all across his body. With a final burst of light, heat, and extradimensional aftershock, Inzema disappeared into a hole ripped in time and space that closed immediately after he passed through. Qarosimae watched Inzema disappear and decided that despite it only being a two on one fight now, with the gnome seemingly gone again, she would rather not risk fighting now that any reason she had to continue were gone. She quickly sheathed her sword, watching as time resumed its normal pace around her, and began the spell that would shroud her in invisibility.

"You fight well, paladin. Maybe next time we can meet more peacefully."

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Micael knew he had few, if any options. He could try to figure out where Inzema went, chase Q, or, seeing as he had been making a LOT of noise and drawing a lot of attention, he figured trouble was heading his way. Getting up, he ignored the fact Inzema was gone, he expected to lose against such a crafty enemy, although it was still annoying. Now he just needed to get out safely. Taking a step back, he took a running start before grabbing Ranavos and diving through the portal with him in tow.

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Q vanished from sight, leaving Ranavos confused. He looked around attempting to find the mage before Micael grabbed him and plowed though the portal and vanished. The portal however, remained opened for a few seconds longer before closing.

Exiting the portal, both Micael and the Lich landed softly on a pile of freshly fallen snow. With a grunt, Ranavos pushed the heavy Paladin off of him and stood up, silently cursing and dusting himself off. The land was barren, covered in snow as well as experiencing light snowfall, a few small trees here and there, but it was clear that they were somewhere near the Dwarven lands. After Ranavos had finished cleaning himself up, he looked around again.... And noticed one key person missing.

"Micael! Where is Nika?!" During all of the commotion in the fight, the lich must of not kept track of where his sister was. He shouted louder this time, kicking the Paladin. "Where is she?!"

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Micael landed on Ranavos, taking a rather nasty gash over his eye from the Lich's armor. He groaned and rolled off. "Evellin got her. The blast I gave her probably killed her and might have even exorcised her soul. I couldn't take the chance that someone raise her as a Death Knight. Shes too tough. We also didn't get Inzema or Ikai or Quarosine, who, by the way, burns like hell still. Hopefully I hurt Inzema enough that he's going to need to take some time off his activities. Are you okay? He asked as he began glancing over the Lich for injuries.

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Ranavos was surprised that Micael didn't go into a full blown rage over his defeat, in fact, it surprised him more that the Paladin was showing concern for him. "Umm... No... I'm fine, I'll heal.... But..." His emotions quickly turned, as what Micael said first settled in. "You... KILLED HER?!" He hissed, loudly. "You killed my SISTER?! SHE COULD OF BEEN SAVED AND YOU KILLED HER?!"

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Not a second before the portal snuffed out, a dark shape streaked through, contrasting sharply with the barren, frost-blanketed surroundings. It banked sharply, feet knocking up snow as it avoided colliding with the two figures on top of one another below.

Evellin glided several yards away from the duo, landing softly on the ground, her black metal coating giving way to similarly colored armor. She twisted around, transformed back to her original state as she grabbed Nika before the latter could drop. Swiftly the Death Knight patted the almost-corpse down, picking out anything that looked remotely like a device for just about anything. By the end of it, whatever Nika had on her was dropped to the ground, and she was left with nothing but her clothes and whatever thread of life she might still have.

That taken care of, Evellin glanced back, wrapping her arms around Nika as she prepared to take flight once more.

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(I'll delete this post later, but Nika did have a communicator on her, and I'm positive she had some kind of device that allowed Inzema to find her. There might have been a teleportation mechanism involved, I can't remember. Ask Inzema! I could swear there was a button she could push and teleport to his lair, but I can't promise it's still active.)

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"Ranavos, I have no idea if she's dead. If she is, fine, she was a traitor and killed who knows how many innocent people." He finished this statement just as Evellin roared overhead. "Shit. Get down!" He shoved the Lich down into the snow. "Come on, lets move. Where are we?" He asked, grabbing Ranavos's arm and pulling him up and running towards Eve landed. He was beat up and tired. He needed to think. 8 feet from Evellin he pulled Ranavos behind some scrub, noticing distinctly Dwarven architecture in the background. "Lets go, its freezing." Pulling Ranavos, he moved towards Eve and Nika. "Evellin, are you really going to take off without saying goodbye to Ranavos and I?" Walking forward slowly, Micael eyed the items Nika had on her. It was a lot of usual Nika crap. Scraps of paper, a few coins, a rock, a small weapon of some sort, a smaller bronze coin with a button or something, and some engineering parts. Micael picked them all up with out hesitating, putting them in a small bag. The wind howled, and Micael shivered. He needed to talk to Eve, then look at the stuff Nika had.

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Ranavos scowled and Micaels lack of concern for Nika, but before he could say another word, he was being shoved and dragged again. Perhaps they would be better off discussing what to do next in a sheltered environment. "Well... I was aiming for Ironforge, but I guess I messed up and ported us close to my home." He pointed to the lone dwarven structure ahead and proceeded to walk in that direction. "Lets regroup there and plan our next actions." Ranavos looked at Eve and motioned his head towards his home.

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Evellin paused, peering at Micael out of the corner of her eye as he picked up Nika's belongings. "You're an idiot. You struck her down, and who knows what kind of beacon all of that is. I suggest you drop it, leave it where it's at. Should give someone some trouble digging in the snow to find nothing."

She shifted her weight a bit, arms still firmly wrapped around the unconscious woman.

"No, Ranavos. I'll not be coming with either of you. I'll be giving her a right proper burial in the molten center of Ironforge, where nobody will be puppeteering her ever again." Eve's eyes narrowed just a bit. "Not Alliance, nor Horde. Reclaiming a bit of freedom, at last."

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Micael nodded slowly. Eve had a point. He could hit the beacon and ambush whoever it was that responded, use them for information. But he needed to get patched up, get some proper armor, back up and weapons, and get his God dammed shotgun. That would take at least a few hours, and of those few hours, part of what was the most important to a combatant was rest. If he was exhausted, he'd need to relax a bit. "Alright, Eve's got a point. Look, I did kill her. She killed a lot of innocent people, betrayed me a lot, whatever. She was still... You know, kinda special... Anyway, me and Ran will go with you to say good bye. Ranavos is her brother or something, you're the closest thing we have to her friend, and... You know, have some people say good bye..." He stopped, his voice choking up slightly.

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"CAST IT INTO THE FIRE!" The unfortunate gnome, who had been standing next to the great forge, jumped so out her skin by the proclamation of the night elf behind her, that she tripped over the edge into the molten underbelly of Iron Forge. If you listen, you can still hear her cries for help as she tries to stay alive in the molten soup...

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Ranavos stopped dead in his tracks and turned around the face both of them, the expression of horror on his face. "W...What? You both can't be serious?! You are just going to let her DIE?! Not even attempt to rehabilitate her?" His breathing became heavy, possibly weighed down by grief and rage. "Nika can be fixed! I've been trying to do so for all of these years. Now I finally have the chance and you ROB it from me?!" Grim thoughts raced though his mind, his body started to tremble, overcome by sadness by the possible loss of his sister. With a shaky sigh, he took off his goggles and looked Evellin dead in the eyes. "Evellin....Please. I can fix her. I won't force her to join any side. I won't brainwash or use her. I won't give her to Venedict... Just please... Don't take away the only person that I have left. The only person I was fighting for." Ranavos clenched his fists tightly, so tight that the metal covering his palm was being pierced by his clawed fingers. "I am being truthful here, Evellin. Please..."

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