Having become tired of Serylith, Reyzeel and Valdendris’s constant antics, Mahli’ficia’s patience is finally at an end and she decides to end them all for the good of Azeroth!
Preparing to summon her Shivarra, she overcharges the spell for good measure; giving her demon 10 times her usual size and power!
Unfortunately, in her rush to do good; Mahli’ficia forgot to move the summoning circle further away, causing her to summon her gigantic shivarra executioneer virtually above herself…
Crash~
Something dumb, like she’d have her Voidwalker hoist Peruuna up onto its shoulder when she’s passed out or something of the like, which would actually result in incredible amounts of pain and damage, since to even touch a Voidwalker is agony.
Impaled, smited, and have my body slowly eviscerated by the holy light itself. A fair judgement, perhaps. Perhaps it’s what I deserve for toying around with the power of the void itself recently.
If Scotaint does indeed practice void magic, I’d imagine we’d end up accidentally crossing beams… The result being a void explosion. While Scotaint would get out unscathed using Power Word: Shield, I’d be too busy admiring the amazing explosion and be blasted to bits.
Octoblin, as a Priest probably would pray for the Goblin’s “Light” - aka. the light of explosions or the light of the shining goild coins - as a diversion!
While secretly would push a hidden button on his priest-staff, activating a shadow infused prototype device to opens a void-portal
A, it would work, and the giant shadow tentacle from the portal would drag little o’ me in to the silent darkness
B, it wouldn’t work, and would explode in a torrent of shadow-vortex that would tear me apart…
Either way, nothing would remain from this Draenei T_T
I would probably got purified by the Light, which would burned me alive. I would be begging for it to stop, because it would be such a painful slow death.
Should they ever end up in a combat situation… Laurenn’d be at a serious disadvantage against the Illidari. He’d most likely draining her out of mana after she attempted casting a few spells that hardly have effect against his Fel wards, and while she’d waste more of her magical energy trying to flee him. So after chasing her around a bit and possibly casting a mana-burning spell at Laurenn… it’d be simple enough for his glaive to meet her neck and cut her head off.
Accidentally sucked into one of them void portals while disengaging from a mob…
Slips on the ice as she laughs at Kalvin’s attempt at singing… or was it poetry. She couldn’t quiet tell in her final moments.
Frostbolt.
Frostbolt.
Frostnova.
Frostbolt.
Eventually Goreblood would accept his fate as he was being kited endlessly by the mage, and simply lie down to die with a sigh.
Most probably during a moment of blunder. Being able to take an Orc’s repeated strikes is expected, but with enough hits, Ha’chak would probably underestimate the Orc’s exhaustion and be disarmed from his rune-axe, unable to recover it as another veritable whirlwind of bloodthirsty attacks crush armour and send new cuts and blood spilling everywhere.
He’d not get a moment to concentrate before the final blow severs his skull open before sprawling to the ground.
It starts with fireballs splashing harmlessly off of an anti-magic shell and just gets worse from there. The bull nearly gores him with the first charge, but he blinks out of the way… only to be dragged back with a death grip. The rune-axe chops through his barrier, then his skull in short order.
The mental assault, like pain and maddening whispers would not stop Zhanag, since he is a trained Mage, his mind probably like a diamond
The fire would burn away the tendrils of void and the spawns of shadow, and his flames would illuminate the swirling Darkness around them
It would be impossible Zymara’s sacrificial dagger - even with the mystical runes on it from the dawn of time wouldn’t help - to penetrate the shield around the mage body and she would die with a scream and exploding shadow, as the other Draenei burns her to ashes
Realizing she has become the target of a particularly devious and notorious enemy, Mahli’ficia looks to her defenses!
She makes her stand in a corridor.
Alarm and sensor enchants would be placed against every conceivable approach.
She would shrink herself down and enchant her cloak with shadows, to make herself harder to see.
Numerous wards and glyphs of ice, shadow and barrier spell would be laid out across the corridor; to be activated by the first fool to step on them.
She would position her great shivarra warrioress to watch one end of the hallway, while her succubus would watch the other. Her Imp would even be made to scour the drainage pipes.
But it is for naught.
While her demonic servants are watching the intricately laid magical hallway of traps and death; a half-naked Draenei would appear from the shadows in the middle of them, before snatching Mahli away and disappearing; leaving behind her oblivious minions who were none the wiser and now stuck in said hallway of traps.
Mahlificia should be easy prey for Shalim. He has hunted demons with those evil persons, who summon them, for many years. Some void elf will not pose a challenge for such experienced demon hunter as Shalim is.
Or at least that was what Shalim thought.
He managed to ambush warlock at the time when she wasn´t expecting that. She wasn´t surrounded with her demon party. Normaly it would be called a mistake to let your enemy know about yourself when you intend to kill them, but Shalim in exaggerated self-confidence spoke to his victim.
"Hello, demon summoner. Prepare to die"
He raised his arm, wielding a sharp glaive, prepared to deal a killing blow by cutting the void elves head. He then realized that he is unable to move as the warlock banished him.
"You are not so clever, aren´t you?" she smiled.
"Now, how should I kill you? Normally I would suck you in to the void, but it would be ironical and embarrassing for demon hunter to be eaten alive by demons. Don´t you think?"
The warlock began with summoning demons. First she summoned a bunch of little imps. Then the succubus and at the end the fel hounds. Shalim could only watch in terror as the number of demons was increasing.
The demons were obedient, they were waiting for Mahlificia´s orders before they started with their job.
"Kill him, but I want him to die slowly. I want to see him suffer. He will beg me before I allow him to die"
Then she sat down in the grass, while watching imps burning Shalim´s flesh and armor, succubus whiping him in back and fel hounds bitting his limbs. The fel infused blood was spraying from every direction. The demon hunter roared in pain, but he didn´t ask for mercy. He was determined to save his dignity.
"You are quite hard to kill. Regular night elf would be two times death already. Ok, let me end this. You earned your death"
The last thing Shalim saw was Maglificia ordering her fellhounds to finish him. Last thing he felt were the demon´s teeth deep in his neck.
probably talked to death lol
Lihkan would just make me laugh to death xd.
Thoroughly purged of all her accumulated fel, void and other generic off-brand corruption from simply living, there just isn’t enough elf left to make a full person and no matter if the spell was cast in malice or good will, the result is the same and spectacularly catastrophic.
Seduced by her charm and then killed in my sleep
By Karanze trying to drive a Dwarven steam tank with that bucket helm of his…
Mahli’ficia would be set up in a perfect position: a massive ritual circle prepared and with a small cadre of eager demons and unhappy alliance footmen protecting her as she unleashed terrifying fel-fueled arcane destruction onto the opposing horde force, devastating orc and tauren by the dozen!
… until the bucket-headed Karanze; driving his steam tank; failed to notice the edge of the narrow mountain road through the tiny slits of his visor; and suddenly ended up tumbling down onto Mahli’ficia’s ritual circle below!