Blood covered, white as a ghost with menacing jaws and twin swords, Mithias startled anyone with half-decent visual acuity as he walked by. Finally, a man stood before him trembling, having just shut his vehicle door and regretting that last action, he was frozen with uncertainty as he beheld the tall monster before him. Mithias glared, yet it was as gentle an expression as he could make at that moment. "You, human. Tell me, who has the power in this realm?"

The person stammered for a moment. The vampire frowned as his patience was running thin. "The Dominion." He pointed anxiously toward a very tall looking building not far from them with a symbol on it's front, that of a star with an eye in the middle.

Mithias followed the finger and then looked back at the man. "Thank you." Seeing a key in the man's hand, Mithias hesitated. This wasn't like him, but he considered killing this man.

"Take it!" Smart enough to recognize the look of death, the man dropped the key and ran for it.

Mithias now had a car.

@Wraithblade6
Once in this car, he found no steering wheel, but rather a touch screen, which lit up in response to the key. "Where would you like to go, Larry?" The car asks, in a female voice, it's A.I thinking Mithias its owner.

@supertinyking

Mithias looked dubiously at the AI console. "The Dominion." Mithias answers flatly. Two things really pissed him off at this point. First, he was familiar with computers, and familiar with how they frequently fucked up. Second, he wanted to drive this ship himself. Perhaps he could get hold of the controls somehow. he tried his luck. "... I want to drive."

@Wraithblade6
"We are within dominion space. Manual control has been outlawed by the dominion. Do you wish to....Manually select a location on a map? Or.....Manually tell me what turns to take, if you are looking for a building via memory of apperance?" It asks. However, Larry soon returns, entering the car. He is still shaken, but he seems to have decided to nut up, rather than shut up.
"Take us to a hospital, this man needs a doctor."
"Heading to hospital..."
Even as the car spoke, it rushed off, driving along the ground at first, until suddenly lifting into the air, and flying. "You ok, dude? You're covered in blood...is that yours? Did someone gib someone near you?" Larry asks.

Larry was far braver than Mithias had thought, and far too brave for his own good. Mithias was aggravated but couldn't find a good enough reason to kill they guy. Damn morality. The door shut and the car took off. Mithias stared aside at Larry with his animalistic golden eyes. He huffed an exhale that was more of a growl and decided to try reasoning with the would-be hero. "Human. You are exceedingly stupid. I am perfectly fine and do not need a hospital. I assure you.

I am a criminal. I just stole your car, and I STILL might kill you." Mithias sat in his seat comfortably like any friend or family would have. He was tall, lean with sharper than human muscular detail where his skin was exposed, and he had really sharp looking long swords. Perhaps Larry hadn't really noticed them until now. Mithias leaned back and watched through the windshield. "If you do me a favor, I will leave you in peace. First, no hospital. ... I want to know where we are, and why various soldiers are shooting me with lasers."

@Wraithblade6
"....That...that blood isn't yours...did you attack soldiers? Guys in black armor, with laser rifles?" Larry asks. "I don't think you're human...no, you're not. What are you, first off, and are you from around here?" Larry asks him, seeming to be...curious, more than anything. Odd. He seems to not at all be scared of Mithias, as if he had a trump card.

Mithias looked at Larry as the car sped quietly through the air toward the hospital. The skylights streamed past the side windows, making it look like stars flying by in the beautiful cosmos. It was indeed odd that Larry was so rational. With lightning speed Mithias had a tight grasp around Larry's neck and looked him in the eyes. "I will ask the questions! Larry." Some intimidation was apparently necessary. "I will cut you, and your car, in half if you try my patience or try any heroics." He released him. "Now tell me about the Dominion."

@Wraithblade6
"So, a xeno that is from some cold corner of the universe...strange. Well, the dominion is a multi-galaxy spanning empire that regulates most life in this universe. We are lead by the one, a mysterious god that has the ability to destroy entire stars with nothing more than a though, and also....I suggest you unhand me. If I panic to much more, my implants will call the police..and that would be a bad thing for you." Larry says, trying to act calm for a now apparent reason. Self preservation.

Mithias listened quietly, going back to glancing out the window. "Did you really run back to your car out of concern for me?" He didn't say anything about the god Larry described or that he could guess what a xeno was. The fact Larry had some kind of informative implants was paramount to slavery, but it wasn't worth mentioning. Presumptively, Larry served this Dominion and its star-destroying god. Such a thing sounded more like a massive machine than a conscious being. Mithias would have to find out.

@Wraithblade6
"No. I knew that if you tried to drive the car without me in it, it'd think you were stealing it, and drive itself to the nearest militant headquarters, which would of had a bloody tank waiting for you...Also...the golden eyes sorta...caught me off guard. As a scientist, it was curiosity, and worry..." Larry says. Ok, so that explains the strange questioning.

@thewizardguy@Snarfulblast

Advancing slightly closer towards the Necron horde, seeing that his magic had no effect, the tactician decided to take a more physical approach. "It seems I have no better option. I shall dishonor you with a swift death!" With that being said, Michael taps into Grima's power, strengthening his physical blows by adopting scales on his body. He knocks away the two Immortals flanking Valentus, sending them hurtling across the field with brutal punches. The tactician hoped that his improved defenses would protect him from any accidental damage heading his way from Valentus, hoping that the soldier considers him an ally and won't harm him for the time being.

@supertinyking

A scientist. Mithias did not like the sound of that, but he hesitated to jump to any conclusions. A military outpost with a tank seemed like just as good a place as any, but at least here, he could exchange a few words. "It doesn't matter where I am from. When I got here, I was fired upon by a score of soldiers without any provocation except for my being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't take it personal. Now they're dead, so they can't take it personal either. I'm here for my own purposes, Larry. I seek power, and more than I can acquire from merely sitting around aging, watching my species get slowly hunted to oblivion. I want to know what this world has to offer. I want to see who is in charge."

"Well, I must ask a question to answer yours...What, species are you?" Larry asks, calm as could be. It seems almost....uncanny.

"I'm a vampire. Do you know what that is?"

"....Vampire...?....Like..the type of bat?" He asks, confused. Very, confused.

Mithias finds it odd that this world has vampire bats and no vampires. "Yes."

"So, you suffer from a strange diet of hungering for blood...Hmm. Strange....Anything..else?" Larry asks, curious.

"Nothing you need be concerned with right now." Mithias furrows his brow. "I think we are still headed to the hospital. Take me elsewhere. Don't give me a reason to kill a lot of innocent people."

"You'd try, and then you'd be killed. The rifles you faces, are pea shooters compared to any vehical mounted weapon...." Larry states, but already, Mithias sees the car pull up to a strange facility, not a hospital, but rather..a lab.

"Where are we?"

"A research facility, if you truly wish to help your race...I'll need to learn about them...maybe I, can help." Larry says, before a smile forms across his face, a soft smile. Almost as if it was but a falsehood.

Mithias licks his lips. "You play a dangerous game, Larry. Aren't you even the least bit... afraid?"

"I am unable to feel fear. I'm a former soldier...after I ran from battle, they carved out the part of my brain able to regulate fear. They aren't able to truly supress it, but they can...disrupt it...although, it makes it fear eratic...." Larry says, before twitching.

The secrecy, the incomplete answers, and the continual feeling of being confidently questioned, now faced with some kind of labratory all rubbed Mithias the wrong way. He did not come here to feed some labotamized peon's curiosity. A vampire was not a commodity to be used and investigated, to be put under the human microscope like they arrogantly do to all things. Mithias was incensed.

Larry choked on his own blood. The flying car sped off to whatever hospital or military authority it was programmed to, but Mithias was no longer aboard. In the darkness, he approached Larry's labratory with a curiosity of his own. Mithias would get his own answers, not what was fed to him by a manipulative human slave.

Moments later, three flying cars appeared at the lab out of nowhere, seemingly having warped in or teleported, much like Mithias could do himself. Big guns aimed at him and he was given orders to get down and surrender. It seemed Larry was someone of importance, or perhaps this was standard proticol for any larceny. Mithias was of course no ordinary burgler. Seemingly instantly, he vanished from sight. Not even the robotic weapons could keep a lock on his form with how fast he was moving. Suddenly, there was a crash, and one of the flying cars spun out of control. Mithias had cut apart one of its directional stabilizers at a point of vulnerability and disabled the vehicle. A second one targeted him and warmed up its cannon to fire. Mithias dashed behind the third car and used it as a shield before it could take evasive action. Two cars down, and the third started getting really hot inside. Not being able to find their target, eventually the inside of the car began to catch fire, and the soldiers inside were forced to land and abandon it. two imperium/dominion soldiers got out. The one that was talking on a communicator was suddenly beheaded, leaving only one dude alive. Mithias was on him before he could pull the trigger, and the vampire was far too strong to struggle against.

Mithias lifted the man off his feet for dramatic affect and looked him in the eyes. When the soldier was finally paying attention, he spoke. "You. You are going to deliver a message. I am Mithias. Tell your dominion that I have a proposition for them, and I'm going to cause a lot of trouble for them until they take me seriously."

@Snarfulblast
The immortals swung down their weapons, but their scythes merely dealt superficial damage to the heavy Terminator Armour. Immortals were powerful ranged attackers, and whilst closing the distance Valentus had taken a number of bad hits. However, the Necron's greatest mistake had been engaging him in melee, where he had the advantage. And he was able to easily tear his way through the group of immortals. Even as one of the managed to line up a shot on him he briefly cast his hand in the Immortal's direction, pulling it towards him. Moments later, it found itself smashed through a nearby building. Several of the Necron were teleported back, dragged back into their Tomb World for repeairs on their mechanical bodies too extensive for their standard regenerative functions. The Paladin was like a one man army, using his experience and sheer melee firepower to deal serious damage to the Necron he was engaged with.

However, the Immortals did succeed in pinning him down. He was unable to move closer to the Necron Lord, forced to work his way slowly through the wall of metal bodies. Until his unlikely ally made his appearance, fully abusing the Necron's single-minded focus on Valentus. A couple of well-placed blows disrupted the Necron formation and freed up Valentus to move forward. He silently offered a prayer to the God Emperor, considering this gesture of assistance a manifestation of his Emperor's protection.

Now once more the Emperor faced the threat of entering melee with Valentus, as the armoured Paladin marched forth. And whilst the Necron Lord's body was far more durable and capable than that of his soldiers, the prospect of close quarters with the hulking psychic tank was a daunting one, even if Valentus was beginning to slow down.

@thewizardguy"Next time you will be slain Paladin." Imorteth and the rest of his soldiers go back through the portal the came from leaving Tor-6. Another portal opens near Ham and the Harbinger on Tsubasa. Imorteth steps through checking his surroundings looking for anything remotely Necron in his vicinity, his Immortals follow behind him they are different then his first group, while his first had melee weapons these have Gauss Cannons. And the rest of his army came as well through the his portal, which had been enhanced by the Warp itself.

@thewizardguy

As the Necrons retreated, Michael reverted back to his normal self, it seeming as if he never had scales to begin with. Keeping his identity veiled, he turns to face the psychic tank standing before him, his years as a tactician helping keep a calm and collected pose. "Greetings. I hope that we can get along. I promise you that I can be a rather resourceful ally." He starts off, not wanting to give away too much just yet, or at least, not until directed to do so. He hoped aiding this soldier earlier had made a good first impression. If not, well, he already had an escape plan in mind.

Leaving the baffled officer alone and unharmed behind him, Mithias turned and walked away into the street, the darkness eventually obliterating his presence. He had decided to leave the lab building, since those little warships seemed to be able to warp in instantly and give him shit.

Sometime later, Mithias sat perched atop a tall building spire. The wind blew at the tattered ends of his coat, yet he did not feel any cold. He watched the cars fly by below, the occasional explosion here and there as whatever rebellion was being suppressed. It was peaceful, but lonely. Fortunately, it would be a long while before the thirst returned to bother him, so he could remain up here pretty much as long as he wanted. However, the sun would drive him off soon. He remained deep in thought.

@Snarfulblast@thewizardguy@supertinyking

Eclipse awakens to find himself fully healed and resting safely out of the water in a stone slab that used to be the side of a building. He looks around to see that the Hydra is completely vanished and smiles brightly. "The people are saved!" He exclaims. "Blessed are you, great Inherator. I will in time repay my debt to you." Rising he recalls his several wings and takes to the air. "Now, it is time to see about rescuing my new friends, the lost travelers." As he was flying in search of them, two new presences caught his attention. One was a red robed figure of immense power floating mid air, and then a deep, dark sense of undeath coming from a portal not far below. The latter caused the holy demigod to halt in his flight, hovering wordlessly over the world-devouring alien race. "Oh no... the Necrons."

Kiyoki simply stared as his work was undone. As the beast returned to health, and it's power was stolen away from him. As the angle he would capture was returned to health, ready to escape his grasp. He watched as his greatest works to date were undone. Taken from his clutches was the great weapon of war that could have earned him the world. And now on the brink of escape stood his route to alternate realities, his tool to place ever more worlds under his control. And as he glared down at the fool who had dared interfere with his plans so greatly, he felt rage course through him.

And as was often the case, his rage swiftly turned into sadistic hatred.

"You seem to have knocked the crown from my head. How unfortunate. I will make you suffer a thousand times the defeat I have." He grinned, malign glee apparent in his eyes as runes appear around him. A schockwave seems to emanate from him form, purple energy crackling across the ground and through the air. And even as those present attempted to warp out of this world they found themselves trapped, locked within this world by Kiyoki's magics. "Allows me to revisit this defeat upon you a thousand times. I do not know where you sent Yamato no Orochi, but I can guarantee you I soon will." He gestures to the other Dragon Guard. "Kill them all."

Saito turned, exhausted. And yet, even as Kiyoki's runes glowed up, new power seemed to fill him. He grinned as he gestured up at Eclipse, who was swatted from the sky by a windtunnel with the compact force of a hurricane, being launched into and indeed through - the large stone wall surrounding the city. Even as Eclipse would begin to recover from this mighty blow, he would find Saito before him, gathering immense buffeting winds. Eclipse was unable to take to the air, as to do so would only further increase Saito's advantage. He could not run, for doing so would grant Saito the chance to inflict another such devastating blow. And yet he could not stay, for Saito's attacks would tear down the wall around him, plunging dozens of people to their deaths amidst their battle. And lastly, most importantly of all, this might not be a battle Eclipse could win.

Meanwhile, King found himself confronted suddenly by the glowing figure of Kaito. The man grinned, and yet his form was oddly twisted. His fingers extended into long, brutal claws and his face was twisted into a bestial grin. Lightning crackled across his body, and even as Tiny attempted to cast a spell he was interrupted by a claw around the neck. Saito laughed as he spun, smashing King into the ground. Any form of retaliation would hit nothing but the air where he had been a moment ago. Unhittable, and yet inflicting devastating precision strikes to his opponent. The speed and surgical precision as opposed to Saito's brute strength. The laughing, battle-frenzied demon King now faced was the scalpel to his brother's sledgehammer.

Ham, meanwhile, suffered the unimaginably cruel and horrific fate reserved for those who refuse to post for ages and slow down the progression of the story >:(

Blargh faced his own death as Shiro stood over him, blade raised. Even fully healed Blargh had little hope of besting the assasin, who was capable of easily seeing through his illusions and deceit. And whilst he was able to roll away from the intial strike, a secondary blow nearly decapitated him. "Your death will be a swift one." With that reassurance Shiro moved in for the kill, blade flashing towards Blargh's neck even as the murloc attempted to dodge aside.

Albert faced his own doom in the form of Kiyoki, who had decided to personally deal with the dragon. Once more he was swarmed by the Shikigami, slicing into his skin and lodging themselves under his scales with their razor edges. And yet this attack was different, as several other strange creatures shot from Kami's various wards and charms to eliminate Albert. Monstrous ghosts flew upwards in groups, ghostly talons ripping into his very mind and soul as they raked along his body. He felt himself plummeting from the skies as this combined assault tore him apart both physically and mentally.

Every major character would find themselves engaged in what appeared to be an impossible battle, facing unbeatable odds. The Dragon Guard were some of the strongest beings in this world, and easily able to match the efforst of the heroes. And here, on their home turf, Kiyoki had set up many wards within the city itself to refuvenate and empower them. The odds were stacked against them, and their chances of survival were dropping by the second. And that is when the unfeasible happened, the impossible.

That is when the world ended.

It started as a resounding boom, a strange sound that could be heard with the mind as much as it could with the body. A powerful sudden sense of loss, of destruction, echoed through the city. Reality seemed to crack and fragment, as massive black clouds gathered in the air above. Purple lightning tore across the land, but no longer was it the harmless side effect of a spell. Buildings were torn down in an instant, entire areas of land pulled into a different reality. And from these tears came the legions of death. The Necron, drawn here by this explosion in the Warp, their twisted webway inexplicably leading them beyond the boundaries of their own world.

First came a single Necron Lord, a metallic figure standing before a twisting mass of Warp energies. And yet, even as he raised a single hand, his forces emerged. Even as rows of Necron Warriors stepped forth from the Warp, a massive Monolith emerged. The Particle Whip lashed out, the force easily ripping through the walls of the city. Blasts of gauss energy tore into those present, as the Dragon Guard rushed to face this strange army. And yet quickly found themselves outmatched. Even Saito's sheer destructive force did little to the Necron, and their offensive soon ripped it's way through Kiyoki's wards. Wraiths and Deathmarks appeared, ensuring tactical support as each performed it's role with surgical precision.

The armies of death marched forth, killing everything in sight, and the Dragon Guard was forced to flee. Saito fell to the floor as his leg was torn from his body by a Gaus blast, only for the Herald to carry him away. The Particle Whip lashed out once more, aiming to obliterate everything in it's path, but Kiyoki's full might was able to shield the pair from it's wrath. And thus, hobbling and fleeing, the greatest warriors of this world made their escape from the Necron Forces.

The Herald of Awakening had come, and he had brought the Tomb World with him.

@Wraithblade6 @thewizardguy @ShadowVentus @Snarfulblast

Suddenly, Heresy.
As the necron spilled forth, like metal bolts out a tipped over tool box, Tiny began to freak out a little. As Blarg, Albert, Ham, and a fuck load more people were dying left and right, Tiny went about, healing them to keep them from dying yet, and summoned large troll like creatures to haul them around, as he freaks the fuck out. "NECRONS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Tiny screams, really loudly, before grabbing onto Eclipse, like a scared child. "Angel man, we are gonna need to put a bubble around us all, as I not only smash the magical locks on us, but teleport us all out. It'll take...two minutes." Tiny says. However, something from outside the universe was pressing in, against the wards to hold them off...soon, within a chapter of space marines, a portal opens showing a world beset by Necrons, a human world with humans fleeing for their lives. This portal wasn't theirs, but someone had managed it.

Valentus, and Micheal, now left to their own devices, find themselves sensing some Heresy near by. Well, Valentus sensed it as Heresy. Micheal most likely felt some sorta evil energy near by. Mith felt it too, as he sees a strange red bubble appear, as if something was warping (ba-dum-tis.) into the area. Soon, a red robed fellow with robotic parts was spat forth before the vampire, grumbling something about how Tzeench was an asshole. He then looks up at the vampire, and scrambles backwards. "A night angel? Here?!" He asks, in a panic. Maybe Night Angel meant vampire. Who knew.

@supertinyking@thewizardguyJust as Blarg is about to get his head cut off Albert jumps in front of the sword(while in human form) losing his left arm to save Blarg. He then tucks Blarg under his right arm and carries him over to Tiny and Eclipse, on the way Tiny is able to heal Blarg's wound but seems to be unable to give Albert a new arm. Albert uses his ice breath to create a very large and very thick wall of ice to try and slow the Necrons advance on their position, to little avail.



Imorteth turns to face the palace he begins to move towards it behind him are his ten Elite Immortals and ten Elite LychGuard. As they march upon the palace everyone and everything behind them is obliterated, if anyone was to watch them march up to the palace it would look as if they left nothing but death in their wake.(Which is what they do.)Imorteth stops within hailing distance of the palace calling out,"Ruler of this world come and face me." His voice cold and emotionless whispers through the halls of the palace.