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Deminaught/Demiarchal

Soldiers of the Demiarch Empire

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Zaltos-Kiraxo

Description

Height: 5’4” – 7’6”

Weight: Unknown

Eye Color: Depends on which Eye of the White Sun is their Apostle. Gold, Blue, Emerald, Crimson, White, Black, Purple. Every so often, certain Demiarchals have unique eyes. This signifies they contain a unique power, possibly a disciple of the Demigrem Demiarch.

Bodies: They are made of a stone, but flex and moved like a human’s. Their bodies are well built and carry the ability to press on without exhaustion or need for food and water. Their bodies bodies give them a look that the Demiarch Realm would refer to the as the the the Man of the White Sun. This body also gave them an extremely large advantage in combat, both offensively and defensively.

Personality: The construction Demiarchals will never raise a hand to anything unless they are in danger directly from them. Occasionally they will curse, but they tend to walk a very clean path in the ways of their religion. They mix well with different populations due to their peaceful ways once the natural population realizes they are there to help. They are known to free slaven worlds by offering themselves in place, knowing that they are not burdened with the pains that most mortals succumb to after non-stop work and poor standards. Their faith does not waiver, and they are spiritually at peace with the White Sun due to what their god has carried them through.

Abilities: The standard Demiarchal in powerful. Their punch is able to go through a car door, while their kick is able to snap a large tree. Their lack of respiratory functions allowed them to travel vast areas without worry, extending their religion of the White Sun and building it’s empire, Demiarch. Their stone bodies also allow them to travel under higher gravity and pressure, as well as toxic areas. Still, there are some areas that not even a Demiarchal can tread. As for taking a shot, you better have very large rounds or explosive rounds, because unless you can shatter their stone body, they’ll keep firing.

Again, due to their lack of respiratory system, they are also able to produce a shot like a machine. Unwaivered by physical motion, and trained to adjust to the atmosphere, their shot has a 95% hit rate. Due to their capabilities, they tend to outstand their opponents, continuously pushing forward.

With all this, they do not go anywhere seeking combat. They are after peace. They will arrive on a planet, and upon their arrival, they begin construction. This usually consists of roads, building repairs, new buildings, tech advancements, and generally whatever they can do to better this place. With their betterment, they also will forge a military presence in a matter of days, ready to defend the land they are bettering.

Deminaughts are similar to Demiarchal’s, but they are much more powerful, generally having a strong essence of spiritual powers that allow them to walk on the physical and mental planes of the mortal body. Deminaughts are the officers of the Demiarch Empire’s military, or the Ecclesiastics of the White Sun. Their bodies produce a white energy, giving them a more godly look. They are generally the older Demiarchals who haves been blessed by the White Sun for their unwavering service and faith.

So begins...

Deminaught/Demiarchal's Story

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As Dante's form would prepare his landing beside Johnathan, a controlled seismic wake erupted beneath the Deminaught's feet. This force acted as a spring beneath his feet. The force would blast ground, sending dusty shards of rock that carried this city to his right as he moved left.

When Johnathan landed he slid elegantly into an Arrow Stance that pointed his right knee directly towards Dante. The Seismic Energy on his feet and hands seemed to be attracting the ground. The placement of his feet was three inches above the grounds natural level. The ground beneath his hands stretched seven inches off the ground. This ground would follow the hands and feet, as if a natural movement. This was due to a Seismic Energy being produced in the ground and a Seismic Energy in the body parts. These two forces would move simultaneously, controlling the ground between it.

As Johnathan landed and was firm, a Holy Light was being cast. The Holy Light was probably doing the absolute opposite of what was expected. The Holy Light was powering this menacing being. The more that blasted his stone skin, the stronger he became. The Deminaught began to yell, letting off a very deep tone.

Surrounding Johnathan was a crimson aura that flared like a transparent flame. Johnathan's stone body itself was radiating a bright white energy. This white energy was converted Holy Light radiating and fueling his Seismic Control. Johnathan's hands and feet were surrounded by focused Seismic Energy much more potent than before. The small amounts of ground between the Seismic Waves became a wave of one foot stone spikes that almost left a ring around him, but left open the front.

The Seismic Power was much more powerful, a radius of ten feet quaked around Johnathan. The stone's effect holding no effect to the Deminaught's solid faith. The Holy Light supercharging the Deminaught. The fight would not be so easy for Dante, the Demiarchal species was like Monk's in their faith, and they do what they do for the element of Life. The Deminaught's power stretching beyond mortal Deminaughts. Dante was combating the oldest known Demiarchal being in the entire Demiarch Empire, the last of his race of Deminaughts. His power was ancient, and his life was celestial. If Johnathan would survive, his story would unfold in Dis, and his blessing in disguise would become more powerful.

"To touch the gates of Heaven, ye' must be powered by Light and master of your Evil. Through thine heart I shall carry thee through the Gates of Hell to dine in Heaven. Thou's faith will shall be tested in many ways, but with forgiveness of yourself and unwaivering Faith in Me, your soul will never doubt. Take My name as carry it through Hell, for without this, no Life will exist and the Steel Abyss will rule all..." Johnathan played over and over in his head, being it was his verse in the Srijal (White Sun's bible.)

The setting changes from The City of Dis - The Sixth Circle to Blackrock

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Deep within Blackrock something was brewing. The Demiarchals that had been swallowed into the belly of the planet had been working. Their stone forms and technology prevented them from being consumed, allowing them to tunnel. With the planetside convinced they had finished them, the soldiers continued to thrive. They would escape the inside of this planet or they would die trying.

Luckily the Demiarchals did not have to die trying. They dismantled their weaponry and made a makeshift portal to escape through. They would officially vanish from Blackrock and destroy the vortex by letting it close down on a tank. One day this cavern might be explored, but all they would find is the stone ruins of technology that would most likely be mistaked for hardened lava.

The setting changes from Blackrock to Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle

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After losing their battle and sinking in the waters, the Demiarchs were making their way to the top. The mighty beast was the essence of these lands, and since they had not died, they would cross the bottoms and follow the land till they surfaced. Soldiers, weapons, and other various things they brought were present when they surfaced on the spire that they attempted to build. Even though the orb vanished, they Demiarch knew they had a job to finish.

Upon reaching the top, they found a large portion of their construction still in tact despite the wave that washed them away. A few parties were sent to scout and a single mining operation was capable of continuing. It wasn't much, but it was enough to go unnoticed until they got a new transport built. That time was drastically cut down when the remaining forces from Blackrock came rolling through a portal and onto the massive spire. These forces were quickly ordered to submerge themselves and remain hidden, that they were in Hell and had lost one battle already.

A few of the newly introduced Demiarchs remained atop the spire with the others, primarily the engineer that designed and built a makeshift portal from tanks and other equipment. It didn't take long before a crew was designated to dismantle three stone tanks and begin constructing a portal. The Demiarch moved quietly and hid within the construction to prevent being seen. Things would move slowly at first, but once a portal was established, they would be back in business.

With the new soldiers came a stronger frequency that picked up a lost message from the squad sent to investigate. The message was broken, but it let them know they made it somewhere new. It had been some time, but just maybe the others were still alive. They would sent a message back asking for any response. The Demiarch needed everyone they had in hell, little did they know that they had more than they thought, some just weren't here by choice.

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The soldiers kept working on their spire, its form growing very little as they wanted to remain hidden until their portal was built. Within days, the portal was constructed and ready to use. At this moment, the portal was only big enough for one being to walk through at a time, but not much else was needed. As long as it opened up at the right location, that was all they needed.

Their intelligence stood strong as the portal did open up in the right location. A few of the soldiers marched into the portal and within five minutes a much larger portal opened up, large enough for them to get fighter ships through if they needed to. The larger portal was deep within the spire which was but an extension of the mighty beast that made up the land. Unlike others, these warriors know what they're fighting and know that nothing on the exterior of this beast really exists.

While the one soldiers were fighting to resurface the waters to build on their spire once again, the others at home had been planning an attack if they could every pick back up on the location of Hell without the Orbs. This time, they locked the location of Hell within the fabrics of reality, finding it could be found anywhere they found large masses of Black Mass that were not blackholes. The way into hell was inside the black mass as it consumed all the energies and masses it touched, so the key was to find a way to bypass the initial contact. When the soldiers in Ira found their way through, it was locked on till their portal was able to reverse the portal effects and establish a marked location that they could return to.

With everything established, the soldiers would take on a different tactic. Instead of trying to conquer the Fifth Circle on the top, they would attempt to attack from inside. Mining and drilling would be the key this time, so they needed to protect their outsides. Ira would experience the Hive mindset that they had. Construction supplies and equipment came rolling through the portal along with four large pieces of steel that would be spread around the top of the spire.

The four pieces of metal would be a form of Mithril and radiate a purple energy. Beside them were soldiers who were activating the equipment. Within minutes a large sphere made of a purple energy surrounded the spire the warriors were on that would help protect them from outside attacks. It was long before metals could be seen and soldiers doing metal work with large machines that were building a second layer of metal that put a Silver and Iron dome over the spire, protecting it from the top from the powers of Evil.

The soldiers were very noticeable at this time if any other beings wandered the circle. If uninterrupted, the work would go very fast knowing what could happen if they were undefended. If the beast tried to attack again, they were ready to show him what the mortal can do without the 'gods' involvement. The mortal realm was but another universe and created to control the rise and fall of gods all through history and this time they were bring the war to the realms of gods.

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A whispering laughter echoed through the air around the soldiers as they toiled in their futile projects. "What do we have here.... Lost souls wandering where they're not wanted? It would seem a feast has been laid out for me...."

The chilling cold of death would fall upon each of the soldiers, one by one, alongside the feeling of their very life force being bled from them, sucked away by an unseen entity that fed upon their very souls.

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The chill of death was not a new feeling to the Deminaughts and Demiarchals that were present. Once before this same feeling crept over them, but stalled them none. The energy itself would let them know they were watched, but their stone presence remained unscathed. With no intention to stop, they ignored the chill and kept working. To take their souls would require them to lose their faith in themselves, which is something unlikely to happen any time soon.

An officer within the spire, "Prepare the defenses. Standard technology will not prevail here, so we have prepared Magi-Tech weaponry this time. It is time to unveil the next step in the process. Let the forces through."

With the words spoken, soldiers, mechs, and other large pieces of equipment for a war began to fill and cover the top of the spire. Large trucks with weaponry designed to release multiple shots at once took to the center of the spire top while smaller mounted weaponry took to the edges. While the previous forces used nuclear, these forces were equipped with Silver and Ectoplasmic weaponry; the two things that would actually have an effect.

As the defensive units were the main bearers of Silver, the same energy that tried to creep over the Deminaughts and Demiarchs would soon feel a pain itself, the natural effects of Silver on dark energies. After the main force of ground troops were present, the dome began to partially open above. Fighter ships burst from the portal and filled what the fifth circle had for a sky.

"Prepare for the initial strike! We will bomb this place till its master rises so that we can slay this horrible beast that torments these souls!" A commander spoke as the last of the fighter ships broke free.

In the mean time, the drills were going deeper and deeper into the creature that created these lands. There was more to this than just drilling, but for now, it was being kept under wraps and hopefully defended long enough to complete their mission.

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Atreviel howled in pain as silver was brought forth, the sound like the wind itself groaning in protest. Though his wrath was great, he was not without the sense to know he was outmatched.

"Enjoy your pitiful invasion while you can, the King shall soon come, and all your works will be undone."

The shadow of a spirit could be spotted fleeing the area at high speeds, as Atreviel made his way to report to Lucifer himself.

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"The sounds of pain! Men, we're doing better than last time! Keep up the work!"

The drills were reaching extremely deep depths within the spire. After the drills reached so deep, they would begin to back out, leaving a tunnel that seemed bottomless. As the drills exited the tunnel, large lines were being run through the portal and over to the tunnel. On these lines, spots of hardened metal could be seen on the end. Generally these hoses were used for Cerenium, but this time they would be used for Silver.

When the hoses were hanging over the edge of the tunnel, soldiers began placing straps over the hoses to hold them to the ground. When the last clamp was on the hose, a soldier would shout and a gentle shake could be felt in the ground as something began to pump through the hose. The soldier monitoring the hoses would walk over to the pit and look, watching as liquid silver began to spew from the hose, sending steam into the air as the smoldering hot liquid metal fell to the depths of this tunnel, pushing out sixty gallons every ten minutes.

Silver would covered the entire tunnel as far as one could see down. The remainder of the silver would solidify as it fell to the depths of the tunnel, deep within the creature that was the Fifth Circle. While the pumps were pushing out the liquid silver, and the soldiers were making sure the hoses kept flowing, the officers were preparing another preemptive strike. Their full intention was to weaken this circle enough to successfully build their fortitude needed to push into the further reaches of Hell.

"Prepare for the first air strike. Aim for anything about the water", an officer spoke as turned to the other officers, "Colonel, are you sure this will work?"

"Am I sure? Just the presence of silver sent the first evil away howling in pain. As long as we can successfully carry out this operation, the evil here won't stand a chance.", the Deminaght spoke as he tuned in for a response from his main pilot, "Sir, we're ready to strike. Permission to engaged in Operation: Silver Carpet."

The officer quickly responded, "Permission granted. I want to see silver as far as I can see!"

"Yes, sir!" The fighter jet pilot responded before relaying the message.

With the orders given, small clouds of smoke could be seen coming from the fighter jets as silver missiles dropped and began to cover the area in a carpet bombing style. The missiles would fall for so many yards before they rocketed forward, aiming for specific locations. Should the missiles go unbothered, they would explode and send pierce the solid ground with golf ball sized orbs of silver while the original missile shell fell into the waters, purifying the immediate waters around them, but nothing big enough to even consider bothering the evil powers over the water; simply put, it was like mosquitoes biting a bears rump.

While the Demiarch was spreading silver everywhere, they were constantly at work preparing the next step. Their stone figures would come in handy eventually, but right now they were more or less worrying about evening up the odds against their unseen enemy. The Demiarch knew they were in Hell, but they were an intelligent and powerful race, and they had yet to find an enemy they couldn't combat, especially since they didn't consume resources themselves and used the resources for technology and equipment, allowing them to be more productive and intelligent than most.

"Come now, master of this Hell... We will prove that this realm belongs to man and not the gods." the officer overseeing everything spoke to himself as he looked from the top of the spire and into the openess of Ira.

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Lucifer winced and looked off in the distance as a shadow folded itself into the room, manifesting into the physical realm as Atreviel. The creature appeared as the rotted corpse of an angel, whos wings were now nothing more than tattered drapes billowing from it's back. Atreviel fell to his knees and looked straight at Lucifer, who stared back in silence. A moment later Lucifer turned to Ezrael and Cole and said "At this time, a brazen and foolish group of mortals has decided to invade this realm. I will make you this offer only once, Ezrael. Punish these humans for their transgressions, and send them from this realm. Only then will I give you the way to God."

Lucifer then turned to Cole. "As this is your circle, I expect you to undo the damage the mortals are doing as well, lest someone else take your recent gotten throne."

And with a flash of pale light, Lucifer was gone, and those who remained would find themselves standing upon a bluff overlooking the human invasion.

The setting changes from Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle to Blackrock

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8 years.....8 years of a long voyage that drank and ate the souls of the occupants of the great colony ships of dread. The primitive cold fusion rockets looked almost like a 1960s terrain rocket from a way back time. Except these were large, and filled with hundreds of thousands of people who have been eating recycled food from.....you didn't want to know. It smelled, and the air was always thick as it was always just recycled. The gravity generators sometimes broke, leaving many to dizzy about gravity. 8 years on this ship. And they were the last of the Dreadish kind, as there homeland, not only suffered a war that nearly destroyed dread, but a terrible virus that turned sentient beings into crazy murderous cannibals....the rockets had no weapons on them, and dread has never known of aliens except for crazy people trying to get attention. Were they?

Dread was a planet that had great technological advances in all sorts of wondrous ways, and even cracking the human genome, which to you may be a easy feat, but to them, being an isolated planet with no way of trade, is a miracle. Gauss firearms become common place, power armor an exo suits for all military....robotic soldiers capable of wiping out armies.....lasers, plasma....fusion firearms....all in their grasps. Till the day the 2 major countries in that world blew each other up with Anti matter bombs and nuclear. Now dread was a wasteland on its lasts legs. A country emerged known as the New Union of Columbia, a democracy that does everything in its power to make just, moral decisions. They killed raiders and spreaded across the destroyed wasteland...till a unknown diease began to spread....and the NUC had no cure in site. With old schematics od the old world, an 5 hundred thousand troops, and 1,000,000civilians.....they take to the nearest habitable planet.....Blackrock.


The ships land in the deserts of blackrock, the soldiers wearing old rusted exo skelingtons and various make shift power armors all but different except for the stars and stripes insignia on there arms. They all mostly carry 6mm gauss assault rifles or old gauss hunting rifles. There commander, wearing a thick set of pristine magnetic repulsion system power armor walks in front of them, not wearing a helmet. His eyes are blue, his hair white as frost on a frozen pipe. He chews on a cigar. "This is a search, and tame mission. You are to search for any and all alien life, and bring it, or hi, or her, to me. I expect a thorough job, and if the creature is hostile, subdue it! Now get to work!'' He growled. The soldiers scattered, looking for any life on this lifeless planet...The Commander walks through the rapidly building camp....men settin p tents, women tending to the kids....many praying to Atom that the ride was finally over....as was the commander himself. Miners started digging up stand till they reached the stone underneath, and mining what they could....he hoped to atom there was something they could domesticate for food....and that there was water somewhere,,,,for now....that was recycled.

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Following these old ships was a small squad of Fireknaughts that had followed them for many years. They could have helped these people long ago, but they wanted them to go through hell first so that they would be more inclined to follow them and fully appreciate what they had to offer. For many more years they could follow them, but their landing on Blackrock brought it to an end.

Shortly after their descent onto the ground, the Fireknaughts began their landing. They would activate their cloaking devices so that they could land without being noticed, especially being that there was three ships with three members on each ship. The three ships opened up a hatch and two Fireknaughts walked out of each. These soldiers were garbed in a weapons that looked like standard weaponry minus the glowing green cores they had. Their uniforms were camouflage and they looked like troops that would be on the front lines.

The soldiers would approach the first group of these people and quickly begin asking where their leader was, just as all aliens tend to do. (>.>;) They could only hope that these people could be evacuated off the planet in time. Wherever they went, they kept on alert and moved swiftly.

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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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Character Portrait: Du Vercinge Lagion Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Du Kuldr Goroth Character Portrait: Du Orya Abr Sundavr Character Portrait: Du Gramr Konugr
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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 Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle

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A approaching darkness began to fall over the realm of Ira followed by a menacing laughter. "Well...well...well...Mortals who dare walk around my Lords domain? You should learn that trespassing on his domain results in...fatal consequence..." A figure spoke inside the encroaching darkness before chuckling. It sounded like he was all around the Deminaught's. His very voice sounding like it was right next to every one of them. "But first allow me to welcome you all to hell where you can enjoy your eternal stay! I will give you my best bloody reception..." The creature spoke as he looked at the humans defenses. A barrier to keep them out? And silver to keep them away? They really do not know who they are messing with...

With a tap of his claws, Duriel touched the Silver. The Silver would soon become blackened and corupt the rest of the Silver. Silver was indeed strong to evil, but for him Silver was like putting out a candle. And that barrier! Oh that miserable anti-magic barrier. He can't begin his music with that thing in the way. Raising both of his talons, he stabbed the barrier causing it to overload and malfunction. Human tech was not going to stop his power. Sure it would stop his minions...but he was on a whole new level...He was the Lord of a circle, his power was immense but nothing compared to the Lord Of Hell himself. These humans were facing a Lord of demons, he was the equivalent of a god in hell.

Soon the darkness surrounded their forces, followed by uncanny yelling in the darkness. Demons, all of whom are now mindless butchers for the Lord Of Pain. They surrounded them in the shadows, no light able to pierce the black abyss. These creatures would strike without warning, clawed hands would grab at them tearing them apart as they dragged them in the shadows with nothing but their screams of pain being heard. Black tendrils grabbed at the planes in the air and winged nightmares, scaled creatures and more abominations assaulted the planes with little warning.

Soon a haunting song began to play within the ears of the soldiers, sung by the Lord Of Pain himself...Duriel..."Do you hear the voices scream? Do you hear the echoing laughter? Do you feel that chill up your spine?

Do you feel his presence? The master of suffering and pain. The one who feeds off your pain and fear. He comes to deliver his song, he comes with his little minions, they creep and crawl in the shadows, they devour your organs, they play with your guts, they enjoy every second of it.

The screaming fills your ears! The horrors beyond the shadows creep ever closer! You may have been brave once! But now you play the fool! The Lord Of Pain has come for you! And he shall enjoy your suffering!"
The creature sang. Repeating over and over as the tone became more and more malicious. The screams of soldiers audible while he sang.

The setting changes from Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle to Purgatory

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K'gara blinks and looks around blearily

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K'gara is afraid