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Arnok The Supreme

"All shall fear the wrath of the dark gods!"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Specmarine

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Name: Arnok The Supreme

Age: 750

Appearance: Image

Occupation: Chaos Lord of Chaos Undivided

Legion: Word Bearers

Equipment:
Demonically infused Chaos Terminator Armor
Dark Halo
Demonically infused lightning claws
Demonically infused power sword

Powers:
Arnok can use the powers gifted to him by the dark gods and is resilient to other psycic attacks.

Personality: Arnok Is clever, bloodthirsty, self centered and fascinated with death. These four traits allow him to worship all the gods equally wether it be spilling blood to perverse pleasure. Arnok is wise and is no fool, he has personally killed 4 demons himself to gain more power and please the dark gods letting them know he is powerful enough to be their champion.

So begins...

Arnok The Supreme's Story

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After a failed battle against a ship of space marines along with a strange group of warriors of light, Arnok appeared inside of a strange arena by means of a chaos sigil. "Those loyalists got lucky this day, if those foolish warriors of light had not been on that ship I could have pleased the dark gods more...I will have my revenge...and I will ensure that Holy Terra finally falls..." He spoke as he moved around to test his body to make sure it was in working order.

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#, as written by claw
The Warp was a wonderful thing for those able to align themselves with it. It's sheer nature of existing everywhere and nowhere means that a person can be stood in two separate points in time, or cross the stars in the blink of an eye. Though not all are able to control such a gift, and some indeed too are cursed to never truly leave the Warp for very long.

For Zakarun this was very much true. He had arrived aboard a ship, seemingly at random with no knowledge of where he was or who was around him. All he knew there was blood to spilled, and one of his loyalist brothers stood before him. Yet before he could even do more than step a few paces forwards the Warp had consumed him again, spiriting him away from the battle as quickly as he had arrived. And it was depositing him out into real space once more.

A step which should have been a step into battle was one that carried him out into an arena, in some entirely different place in the galaxy no doubt. How long would he remain here, he wondered to himself. Everything seemed in order and it didn't look as though there was anything to kill, so why had he been placed here of all places?

"..and I will ensure that Holy Terra finally falls." That was the voice of that other Chaos Lord that had been upon the bridge already when he arrived. He turned and looked upon the terminator clad form. An impressive enough suit no doubt but if he was here of his own violation no doubt the wearer was utterly incompetent in its use. His own armour was touched by Khorne, and though it was not terminator armour, the artificer plate was more than enough to protect him from the physical world, even as the blessing of the Blood God guarded him from the foulness of sorcery.

"You? Even the greatest champions of the Dark Gods could not break that bastion of lies. What makes you think a lone man could ever even get close." The dismissive sneer on his face was masked by his helmet, the mouthpiece had long been reshaped into the snarling visage many of Khornes chosen elected to wear.

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Arnok turned around when he heard a voice address his self speech. He simply laughed at his fellow brothers statement. "Are you certain about that servant of Khorne? It so happens that I have found out about a secret plot being developed by the space marines that you would love to hear. They plan of reviving the corpse on that throne, it appears they have met some allies who are capable of such a feat. This is the perfect time to unleash the 14'th black crusade, that fool Abbadon has failed 13 times, 13 failed crusades to destroy Holy Terra. Not this time, I will use this opportunity to permanently finish the corpse lord and finish off the Imperium."

Arnok soon began to pace back and fourth as he began. "I will speak simply for your simple mind. This ally the Imperium have are annoyed that the Imperium may be trying to ally with them. If there was a civil war that were to break out then the Imperium will foolishly send the space marines to settle it. However I plan to sneak close enough to Holy Terra to unleash a demonic invasion nearby. In other words there will be an opportunity to you to please the blood god. While this is happening the black crusade fleet will assault on all sides while we are near the heart of the Imperium. We have an opportunity to stop the Emperor from reviving and finish him off once and for all and in doing so will please the Dark Gods so much that we may ascend beyond demonhood. Even if we fail, we will cause permanent damage in the Imperium if we so much as step foot in Holy Terra, their people will begin to lose faith and convert to chaos. So...still doubt my efforts? Or have you failed to pay attention throughout my plan?" He began to chuckle as he finished. This was the greatest plan, and to do this when the Imperium will have the highest hope to only have it crushed.

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#, as written by claw
His original thoughts about the general incompetence of the Chaos Lord stood before him was only growing by the second. The man was little more the an egoistical fool if he thought he alone would have any way of achieving any of his goals. He listened impatiently as the man poured his entire plan out into the air for anyone to hear. Evidently the man was not used to being interrupted nor apparently was he used to actually putting his plans into motion if he was spilling all of this out without having already begun to put his pieces in place.

As he listened his tendril possessed arm wiped and writhed around of its own accord, wracked by its own warp energy. His army slowly coiled and twisted around itself and flesh began to crawl along it. He found it almost more interesting to watch than to listen to the ravings of an idiot who felt himself so superior to him, let alone to the gifts the Blood God had bestowed upon his very flesh. He was almost dissapointed to see an almost human arm as it fully formed, except for the hand, which had twisted into a long bone line blade.

He returned his attention back to the Chaos Lord before him as he finally finished talking. A fact he was glad of because he had endured listening to droning sermons long enough in his life to drive anyone mad. How he had endured listening to the constant lies of the holy might of the 'God-Emperor' for so many years was unbelievable, little wonder then when true power presented itself to him he took it with both hands and was rewarded handily for his devotion.

"You are a fool if you think the Black Legion will listen to you. Only the Warmaster may command their might, only he can call upon a Black Crusade, and he was weak enough to be turned aside at every turn, just as all of you weaklings who cannot see the true power of the Dark Gods. It is pathetic, watching you scrabble in the dirt for the gifts that Khorne gives out to his champions. Even now you cower behind terminator armour yet what good does it do you if you cannot even best Xenos alone? You are alone, spurned by the Dark Gods for your weakness and grasping at straws at a plan that is built upon the Imperium going against it's very nature. Truly you think this will succeed?" He gave a barking, mocking laughter at the absurdity of it all. "No. A far better plan would be to turn the Xenos and the foul Loyalists on each other, then watch as they spill each others blood and we then sweep in and reap our just rewards by claiming the heads of every single one of those disgusting creatures that has the gall to even believe they can dare to revive the Corpse-Emperor." He was working himself into a angry stupor as he talked, already starting to envision the bloodshed that would fall under the touch of his daemonblade.

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"A fool? I never expected someone who is more focused on spilling blood would come up with the though capacity to call me a fool. I am not the one who will lead the black crusade, it will be addadon himself who will be the one who brings the crusade to the Imperium. I am simply taking advantage of his assault to strike deep in the heart of Terra. You think I have not thought about the warmaster? You are much more simple minded then I thought. However, your plan to drive the allies of the Imperium against each other will definitely ensure they can not attempt to revive the corpse god. They are a group of multiple nations, each with their own beliefs so keep that in your feeble mind. Not all of them are stupid enough to fall for simple tricks." Arnok spoke as he chuckled.

A simple minded person who served Khorne had no idea how to think of a plan even if it hit him in the face, all they were really good for was fighting and nothing else. To call him foolish was foolish for him. "I heard it is a few weeks until they create a body, it also so happens that Abbadon will be executing his crusade in a few weeks as well. Of course I know the foolish High Lord Of Terra will be opposed to this, those space marines that beat us are most likely their scapegoats. They will deal with two chapters for "heresy" and many other chapters will be fighting against their allies. This plan will work, like I said this will happen and I will spill blood on Holy Terra. And perhaps I will be able to take the Emperors head for Khorne's throne, he will be more pleased then any slaughter you can make in your entire life. This plan must even please Tzeench himself, he must have envisioned me making a plan like this and is looking forward to my strategic victory. So you may call me a fool all you want, the real fool is the one who fails the dark gods...and it will be you and your simple minded tactics." Arnok laughed as he crossed his arms in front of his fellow brother.

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Again this Chaos Lord was trying his patience, for all his gravitas and boasts he seemed all too unable to be able to produce anything substantial to prove himself in the least bit powerful enough to actually carry these half dreamt up schemes. The man did not even seem capable enough to draw others to himself, as he did. Already his warband would be waiting for him to return to the Warp and lead them once more. They would come in very useful indeed.

The Chaos Lord continued to assume him feeble of mind. It was almost laughable that he, a once loyal Blood Raven could become a mindless brute. He was no World Eater, willing to give everything over to the primal rage of the Blood God, he was a warrior and a disciple of that most honourable of combats. Khorne rewarded him for that enough and he saw no need to allow implantations to ruin his mind whilst he still held the Blood Gods favour.
"Unity can be broken. When one link falters, the chain shall break."

And still the man continued in his own self centred speech, as though he were a slave trying very very hard to impress his master. He supposed that a weakling such as this was used to groveling, such as it was that he must have to do in order to avoid the wrath of the Dark Gods for his fickle nature. He actually thought himself both worthy and strong enough to even dare to think of entering the Brass Citadel, a bastion even he had not even come close to entering. And still the man continued on his drivelling speech, he must have felt himself so secure, so powerful to even dare to speak his lords name and that foul deceivers in the same breath.

"You are weak. You who cannot even best Xenos thinks he is worthy of facing the Corpse-Emperor. You who think you are strong enough to succeed where even Horus was cast down. You who are weak enough to think Khorne will even allow your tainted hide even glance at the might his Brass Citadel." He would have laughed mockingly at the idiocy of the Chaos Lord before him, had he not noticed the purple-pink lightning that was starting to arc across his armour in increasingly steady flows of energy. The damnable Warp was claiming him once more it seemed. No doubt he would return in order to shed the blood of the Xenos. "I will succeed in destroying those loyalist and Xenos foolish enough to dare to mock the might of the Dark Gods. And then when my warband has torn a blood hole through the stars and I have ascended to my rightful place as Daemonkind, you will kneel for your insolence before I take your misbegotten head!" He roared out his fury as a Warp-rift formed suddenly around him with a crack of thunder and with a roar of the immaterium he was consumed by the Warp once more. Returned to whatever foul place his followers remained waiting for him.

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One Arnok watched the his fellow brother dissaper back into the warp. He simply laughed at him. Him kneel before him? He was even more foolish than he though. Whatever the case, more legion now knew about the Imperium's plan so now it was time to prepare for war. "This year will finally mark the last days of the Imperium, the corpse god shall finally die and the loyalist chapters will meet their end. Then after I kill the Emperor I will exact my revenge on those foolish warriors of light...They dare mock the dark gods? And they dare call the light more powerful then chaos? I will watch their worlds burn and enslave their souls..." He spat the words out as he began to assemble his war band for the coming invasion. Just a few weeks until everything would finally be finished, then its off to finish of the pesky Eldar and the other xeno races.

With that in mind He and his ship left the area to return back to the warp.

The setting changes from The Arena to Blackrock

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On the planet known as Blackrock, a hole in the fabric of reality forced its way open. A figure cladded in massive armor stepped out of the hole, his very presence cause the ground under him to become tainted and rotten a small side effect of his worship to one of the four dark Gods. Behind him many more holes opened up and a Legion of cladded figures, armed with bolters, a .75 calibre assault weapon capable of burrowing through targets and exploding inside them. Soem armed with Heavy Bolters, Axes with a chainsaw blade for the head, and some even appeared to be mutated abominations. They each however bore the same colors and sigil. Blood red armor and a chaotic symbol on each of them.

Soon the Legion numbered to nearly six thousand. And they all stood at wait for the orders of their Lord. "Brothers...Today we shall celebrate the Imperium's future downfall by killing everyone on this planet to satisfy the Dark Gods. Leave no one alive! Burn all you want! Take what you want! From the fires of Betrayal unto the blood of revenge we bring the name of Lorgar, the Bearer of the Word, the favored Son of Chaos, all praise be given to him. From those that would not heed we offer praise to those who do, that they might turn their gaze our way and gift us with the Boon of Pain, to turn the Galaxy red with the blood, and feed the hunger of the Gods. Blood for the blood gods! Skulls for the skull throne!" He shouted and the Legion repeated over and over before marching while chanting in unison.

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The soldiers aid no mind and politely told the disguised Fireknaughts abnd answer there questions politely, telling them the great commander, Chris Warwick, and the president, Hightop, were bickering in the tent on the hill. As they walked through the Columbian camp, the Fireknaughts saw soldiers helping the populace get settled by helping them build make shift tents. Many other soldiers were training, sparing, and exercising, some pacing bets on how much one can lift without a exo suit or power armor. Fire arms training was also being used, gauss assault rifles being fired on cans and bottles, and betas were placed here to. Mining was also being conducted with pick axes and shovels....

Once the disguised Fireknaughts near the un guarded tent, the president, a taal man with black hair, blue eyes, and a rough beard wearing a grimy bussness suit, was helping an official ration the little supplies they had left. "We make sure the wemon and children eat first....i don't want children starving. The men can do without right now....including me...." He said to the rationer. The official looked at him. "Those men fought for this country!"

Hightop rose "And those children deserve to die!?" He shouted. "Im Sure the military would agree with this....if i see one man eating while a child begs for food ill kill him myself!'

The official huffed and left, looking at the Fireknaughts. "Get out while you can...rather die by some damn alien than starve....''

Hightop started rubbing his temples...."What now?" he said, irritated


~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~


Chris Warwick was on scouting patrol. His heav set of pristine magnetic repulsion system power armor, which actually seam to glow from the electromagnetic field around him, gleamed in the sunlight. He and 4 other scouts wearing less advance, way less protective exo skelingtons, carrying 20mm gauss sniper rifles walked with him. Chris had his helmet on for the first time. and his 20mm gauss sniperrifle was on his back, along with the other scouts. As they walked the harsh dessert, they heard distant chanting about a....blood god..'..oh shit.....' the commander thought. He put his had up, stopping the other scouts. They quickly took cover before they were spotted, taking strategic positions for an ambush......then they saw them.....mutant abominations wearing red and black, chanting about a blood god...guns big enough to take on a army....He called it in....

"Back up....we need 10 thousand soldiers pronto...." He whispered. they were hidden good, camouflage was active...as long as they stood still, at least. They each picked an important looking target....


There was no response except for a yes sir. 10 thousand soldiers with various armors and firearms started moving to where they were called....there armors gleaming, and there weopons ready. The NUCs stars and stripes in plain view. Heavier soldiers were in the front, with large power armors, some looked scavenged and pieced together, others, more prewar, some even had energy shields on them. They carried heavy weapons, such as plasma cannons, to gauss miniguns, to even a Big Boy Nuclear catapult., which only about 2 soldiers had.......the soldiers in the back had gauss hunting rifles, gauss assault rifes and laser weaponry. All of them wore lighter power armors to exo suits. They were ready for a fight.

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The moment the Fireknaught was among the men here, he cut in, "You need to get off this planet. This planet is war ridden and is protected by a military far more powerful than most galaxies combined. We see your ships are down and have dispatched for a mass evacuation of this location for your people."

The Fireknaughts were very assertive when they talked, and from fighting the governing powers of this location, they know for a fact what they could expect. While the Fireknaughts stood there, their helm was documenting everything and connecting the officers with surrounding satellites so they could keep one step ahead of any Aschen forces or others that might be harmful.

"We once tried to colonize this world and we were greeted by a space fleet that could have destroyed this world in one blast... Your time is limited, so I advise letting us move you somewhere more... safer and sustainable"

There wasn't much the Fireknaught could do at the moment, but something would ping inside his helm. On the interior side of the helm, the Fireknaught were watching the dark invaders make their presence. This was an unexpected turn of events and cut down drastically on their time. For now they kept it under wraps, letting the people figure out for themselves. The soldiers would send a copy of the recordings to their superiors and let them make their decision on the situation while the current Fireknaughts tried to convince them to allow a mass evacuation of Blackrock lest they be kill.

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As the Chaotic Legion marched, a figure armed with a staff walked next to the Chaos Lord. "Lord...I sense pathetic resistance gathering around the area to intercept us. I even sense some trying in vain to remain hidden near our location...Shall I get rid of them?" The figure spoke as he turned to face where the scouts were hiding. "Do what you will, the more blood spilled this day the better. You best not die sorcerer, I wish not to drag your soul from the warp again." Arnok spoke as he gave the sorcerer the order to engage.

After hearing this the Chaos Sorcerer seemed to bend reality around him creating a rift in reality before stepping inside it only to appear above one of the scouts in hiding before bringing down his staff in an attempt to eliminate one of the cowardly scouts. For the rest of the Legion, once they hear that enemy forces were near they all roared a horrific battle cry before charging ahead. Armored feet crushing the stone beneath them. The forces of Chaos were on the attack.

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The scout rolled away from the sorcerer, but was now helpless on the ground, trpushing himself up...time to little to waste. The Snipers trained and swung there rifles at the sorcerer, and fired the heavy 20mm accelerated bullets at the him, the bullets wizzing in the air. Commander Chris Warwick Charged into battle despite the scouts attempts to stop him. He fired his rifle in rapids, trying to gun down this force with his own will. These people attacked without provoking. They were not here for diplomacy, and he was damn sure not going to let them hurt the civilians of what was left of the New Union of Columbia.

"For Columbia!" He yelled, swinging his rifle like a club with no time to reload. Bullets seam to fly away from him due to the glowing electromagnetic field around his armor. Even gauss shots from friendly fire. But the little battery gauge on his HUD told him he couldn't last much without it...

The Scouts began shooting at any abomination that got close to there army, and the scorcerer.


Some of the heavy power armored troops fell from invading gunfire, there armrs being dented, shot through, or even blown to shreds by various gernades that was thrown at them. Medics raced around, trying to heal the wounded as much as possible, but it was to no avail for some. The heavy troops still held together, shooting high velocity gauss rounds at swarms of enemies, the miniguns twisting till there red hot. Flamers scorched and burned at close targets, and a Big Boy miniature nuclear catapult was launched at a group of the horde, but a few soldiers were caught in the blast radius, scorching them and turning one of them to ash. Lasers and bursts fire was being fired from behind the large soldiers, using them as much needed cover. The battle raged....The New Union of Columbia had to keep this place....it was there new home....they had nowhere to go....They faught with more porpose than what was possible.


~~~~Mean While~~~~


Hightop looked at the Fireknaughts, with confusion and fear in his eyes.


"Wait! Your aliens?! But your human like us.....And what do you mean? There's nothing here! Its a wasteland like our home....only richer in recourses.....'' He said looking at them. "Why help us? Whats in it for you? And.....if what your saying....is true.....oh Atom!" He banged his head on his desk. "Why cant anything go right!" He rubbed his head. " Ok....Tell me more about this....Aschen....place......group...thing....can they really destroy a planet? A whole planet....." He seam to went a little mad....."Can you care and house all of us? All 1,500,000 of us?" He asked....Oh the council would have a field day!

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A sound like thunder on a drum repeated a thousand times across the sky, and the air was rent with light as from high above thousands of falling objects descended towards the Chaos army.

As each of the objects fell, an intense and powerful force pressed against the mind of the chaos lord, as though light and goodness itself was assaulting his will and corrupted soul. A part of him, no matter how small, would be reminded of what it was to be human, to be alive, to exist in the light.

Upon impact with the ground each of the objects would explode in a radiant nova of light which was to the Chaos soldiers an acid uncleansable and resolute. In the center of these detonations stood the tall, strong, and immovable Starsteel Golems of the Legion Warriors.
These constructs would begin charging through the ranks of chaos soldiers, smashing, crushing, breaking, bashing and tearing the tiny things that stood beneath their fifteen meter hulking girth.

Soon after their arrival, several more objects fell from above. These were more aerodynamic than the others, and would impact like an arrow striking their target. They would shift and change upon crashing into the earth, before activating into Gatr field emitting spires, from which the Legion Warriors began marching forth, wave upon wave upon endless wave of golden armored soldiers wielding tall shields and spears. The Warriors of burnished gold charged forth and formed into ranks, becoming a shield wall against the chaos. Forty bodies deep and tens of thousands long, this shield wall stood as a barrier against the incoming darkness. A figure clad in earthy colors and flowing robes stepped from the lines center and called out in a voice that echoed across the winds.

"Let all who live upon this world hear this warning. A darkness descends upon you that seeks to swallow your very souls. It is a force immeasurable and insurmountable, but do not despair, for so long as there is life yet living, so too shall their be hope."

The voice was quiet yet thunderous, like a child's, yet with authority undeniable. All living who heard it felt joy in their hearts, a sublime happiness stemming from the sheer fact that they were alive.

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From far above in the orbit of the planet Blackrock, a group of ten vessels, each massive and golden, adorned with flowing carvings and runic symbols. They were shaped triangular obelisks, wide at the front, narrower towards the rear. The largest of them was fifty kilometers in length, and began to open and shift about, as it began the transition towards the star station mode. The remaining nine vessels each took a position around the larger, themselves only being of twenty kilometers long. Three of them began descending into the planets orbit, slowly plummeting down to the world below.

The setting changes from Blackrock to The Galactic Bar

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Carn remained silent as he walked through Holy Terra once again, however he was thankful for the robes since this ridiculous outfit actually hid his identity. He was not sure if Ren was safe but he was thankful for distracting the Sisters Of Battle. However suddenly sirens began to sound over Holy Terra. "Attention all citizens to the Immortal God Emperor! Abbadon The Despoiler has unleashed his 14th Dark Crusade. This one is the largest thus far. Pray to the Emperor in our time of ne---" The voice was suddenly silenced replaced with a voice filled with dark glee. "Hello brothers, and people of the corpse god. Today marks the end of the Imperium! We have already broken through your defense line and are already assaulting the few last remaining bastions of defense. This time...we will will this time. Now, I believe its time to say hello to the Emperor himself. AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Arnok The Supreme spoke as he walked away laughing.

Carn Immediately felt fear go up his spine. "We must get to the throne room now...That broadcast is spoken from inside the Imperial Palace! How is this possible! No one can get through Eternity Gate or warp into the Palace!" Suddenly gunfire errupted in the streets followed by the chaotic chanting of chaos. "Fools! Your Corpse god has weakened! He is near death and our gods now seek to finally end his existence! None can stop us now for your only hope cannot stop the forces of Chaos to walk on this planet! BLOOD! FOR THE BLOOD GODS! SKULLS! FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" A voice from a chaos space marine rung out as legions of chaos ran through the streets to be stopped by the Imperial Fist marines who were the guardians of Holy Terra, along with the Custodies.

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Trami didn't even get time to respond to the timely question he was asked. He focused deeply on this new arrival, Arnok. He could already feel the many minds around him twist in pain and death, yet it did not disturb him, He had made sure to do a certain amount of research on the imperium of man and thus understood what kind of enemy he was facing, The forces of chaos.

He took two long strides, positioning himself between Carn and Aleks. So these are the Warriors of Chaos I've read so much about? He looked up towards the Librarian. His voice was soothing, unnaturally calm. He then gently moved one of his hands trough his hair. It seems they have managed to infest this entire area. Fighting is going on all over the place... I suppose it would be most tactical if we were to stay in this group? I doubt we would be defeated by any of these warriors if we were all together. Or maybe... He quickly glanced over Alekassandra, Raising both his hands to tighten one of his gloves Should we assist those troops of your's Master Librarian? Trami's eyes was shining with power, he was apparently more than happy to do some fighting.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III
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The warning siren cut through Daemos' stupor, sending a shiver through his body. For about the last month he had just been coasting through life, preforming his duties with no interest, no passion. It had all been so tedious. Diplomacy with the "Firenaughts" or whatever they called themselves didn't even get a chance, instead he had to be here, with a secret his Emperor, his friend, didn't trust him with. Guarding a suitcase along with his Emperor's life, somehow felt hollow for once.

Yes he valued Weilacca's life above his own, yes he understood that whatever was in this case was a step forward for the entire Commonwealth. It was important, that he understood. He even accepted why diplomacy with a smaller race was pushed aside in it's favour. None of it though, none of it..Satisfied him. None of it boiled his blood and made him feel alive. All he had pined for in the last month was a good, old fashion, large scale conflict.

So that siren was like a blessing from Pantheon itself, it snapped his very essence awake and painted his face with the cruelest of smiles. It was like time had been slowed for him, and now it was moving at triple-speed. With a burst of speed he reflexively dashed in front of both Weilacca and his daughter, his body their shield. His massive hammer was drawn already and wreathed in flames, along with his eyes. The air around him crackled and hissed as ambient temperature around his body heightened to ignition point. That was his favorite tactic after all. Namely because of it's two fold usefulness. It would near blind any Shaki'lyu who looked directly at him, and it made him a visible beacon to Shaki'lyu and Xenos alike.

His hammer sang as he swung it back and forth with anticipation. His very blood turned to fire in his veins. This was living. "Permit me your Highness to take point. Though you and your daughter are beyond capable, I am Hetgenii. My body is the armor of our people. Not to mention.." He turned to face Weilacca, glee in his eyes for the first time in a month at least. "The Hetgenii live and die by fire, allow me the honour this day of carving my glory out either way." He spoke that part in tradition Shaki'lyu. His clan's words never rang truer than they did now on Holy Terra.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Trami San
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A warp portal opened beyond the eternity gate within the throne room, millions of demons could be seen beyond the portal as five individuals calmly entered the realm. Chaos had hired powerful mercenaries for their assault on Holy Terra, mercenaries that held the knowledge of the Shaki'lyu race along with power beyond those seen before, a grand addition to the assault which could change the tide of war in any situation. Arnok the Supreme, a great lord accompanied by four of the mercenaries. A Shaki'lyu, Vladimir, dressed in pure black clothing and overcoat, a rag stretched across his blind eyes as the two Rostovii greatswords hung from his belt. He was a Rostovii, a subspecies that could be considered to be a completely different species of Shaki'lyu itself due to their differential biology, no heat was given off from the body, rendering him invisible to the Shaki'lyu eye, no photosynthesis took place which increased the need for food while the dual affinities of the Rostovii node made them much more powerful.
The other three were simply human, one seeming to be twelve years old, Charlotte, an immortal. She held trillions of nanobots within her body which enabled the regeneration of any wounds along with the access to any forms of weapon and ammunition, dressed in a simple shirt and skirt. An undead human, Connor, wielding two automatic pistols paired with the perfect aim of his enhanced eyes and the addition of the eye of Payemyndii itself. And a normal human, Abigail, wielding two nodes as she acted as a host for a recovering spear demon.

The five were met with a welcoming of weapons pointed to their heads as ten guards rushed to their position in the efforts to protect the Emperor of Man. "Don't worry, Arnok, we'll handle this for you." Vladimir spoke out, his voice filled with boredom and concern as he gestured to Charlotte, "Lord Payemyndii won't be happy to miss out on this action, I hope your leader will keep him occupied, Arnok. Charlotte, take them down."




"Daemos, turn that flashlight off!" The High Emperor ordered, "We don't want to make ourselves known. Everyone needs to stick together until we reach the Emperor of Man." A hand was placed on Daemos' burning body with the goal of calming him down, "I have missed fighting by your side, just hang on a little longer."

With that, Alekassandra and Morganovicz beside Daemos as means to protect the case, allowing the group to meet a formation in order to rush to the eternity gate to deliver their package. "It'd be nice if you set up some force field, Trami." Alekassandra stated, followed by a nod of agreement from Morganovicz who held his halberd in a defensive stance.

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The ten custodies arrived to where the invaders were, they were the only ones who were stopping them from reaching the Emperor. They were armed with their guardian spears and equipped with golden power armor. They aimed their spears at the enemy, saying a silent prayer to the Emperor. They could not afford to fail, or else the Emperor would die. "Foul xeno! You shall take no step past this point! Glory to the Emperor brothers! We shall not fail him this day!" One of the honor guards called out as they stood shoulder by shoulder. Arnok simply chuckled, it would be interesting to see what these mercenaries could do. One of them had demonic energy, so this should make for a nice show.

Inside the Throne room, one lone centurion stood in front of the Emperor. "Do not worry father, I sense that your new body is near. I will ensure that you survive this day...even if I have to die I will atone for my failure..." The centurion spoke, almost as if he knew him personally.



Carn almost growled under his breath, however they had to make it to the Emperor without being spotted. The faster they could move the faster they can make it to Eternity Gate. Using the Veil Of Time on all of them, they would suddenly move faster and their senses seemed to improve almost knowing what could happen one second ahead of time.




For Abbadon The Despoiler, he watched the battle going from his flagship. As he watched he turned to the Mercenary he had hired and began to question him. "Give me every last detail about your peoples equipment. What are their weapons capable of, Ship weaponry and armor, Tactics, anything we need in case their allies come." He spoke.

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Even if none of the answears was directly targeted towards Trami he understood what they would need to do: get to the throne room in as short time as possible, Daemos was already more than ready to "Divert" anyone daring to attack us. But now we needed finess. The moment Carn used his powers Trami was overflowed, His mind was working hard keeping up with the many minds surrounded Him, But now He could feel Carn's power, His mind was working at an incredible speed. He could feel every single presence, even those around the Throne room. His eyes darkened As he become one with the beings around him. Both The friendly and hostile

He took some gentle steps forward, Pushing his way straight past Daemos. Standing infront of the group he stretched both his arms out to each side. Before releasing an incredible burst of power, Creating Cracks in the concrete underneath him. The power blew straight trough everyone blowing anyone unsteady of their feet. he would make sure that not a single being here would not feel his presence. he started slowly walking towards the throne room. He could feel the Emperor's mind, along with the immense power it held. He would not allow that glorious Mind to be hurt, Reaching the first wall he simply walked straight trough it, His power Grinding the concrete into dust, he made sure that the presence he exuded would make his allies not attempt to get too close. No, he made sure His powers would Affect the minds of everyone, Filling them with primal fear, much like Alekassandra's power. No one would dare to attempt to intercept them, But the more powerful enemies, The ones attacking the Emperor would surely know he was coming, Yet That was not to his worries.

Since Carn's "Veil Of Time" Physically speed people up in their acts, Trami's Mind, Wich already was Fast Now worked at such an Speed no one could stand against him, Well, the affect would not last long, And Trami understood this, And thus made sure he would be as much Useful and Impressive as possible.

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The hand on his shoulder quelled the flames in an instant, even causing Daemos to wince a little. It must've hurt Weilacca to some degree to shove his hand into fire. The Left King's first instinct was to mentally berate himself, but this wasn't the time. Especially not since the human was doing something..Strange. The good kind of strange, too.

Everything went..Faster..No, slower. Everything was definitely moving slower, it was Daemos that was faster. Much, much faster. In fact as he whirled around he could swear Trami stepping forward was deja vu, same with Alek and Morg stepping up. That's when it keyed in, precognition. This was perfect, so perfect if only he didn't have to be tethered to this damnable case!

That's when it hit him.

"Heh...My dear Emperor Weilacca.." A wicked smile crept across his face as his entire body tensed. Hell, he could feel every individual cell tense. "What say we make a olde dash for it, hmm? I saw we get to this throne as quick as possible. Allow me to take the case, and let us run." Finally, something exciting.

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