@thewizardguy@supertinykingRex stops pummeling Tiny to lift him face to helmet,"Bitch it aint my fault this warp shit went down I just happened to be here when it did. That walking tank is probably what caused all this to happen. I come from a realm, dimension, universe, or whatever the fuck you want to call it where you're thoughts and dreams come into reality, I was beaten to about where you are now when this shit started I healed almost instantly because I'm a Lich and Liches heal off of death, but thats beside the point. That fucker over there did some weird shit that dam near killed me, it felt different than the light and holy magic I'm used to getting hit with it felt more mind based than other worldly. So blame that fucker for killing all the innocents who died not me I just happen to benefit from all the death." After dropping him he walks away opening another portal back to his 'home' I guess you would call it in the Chaos Realm, he walks through flipping Vale the bird as he does.

@Snarfulblast
"Doesn't...matter...you're...still...a...dick..." Tiny says, now slowly unbreaking all his everythings, with magic. Blue lighting crackles over his body, as slowly, he is returned to ok health. Still gonna be sore as hell tomorrow. "Damn..stupid..fucking..undead..asshat..." Tiny grumbles as he stands. Rex can most likely hear all of this, and Tiny is low on energy, most likely. Tiny slinks away, slowly, looking for a place for a moments rest. As Rex opens his portal, however, he finds someone sorta messing about in his realm of chaos. A masked butcher...Gundaz. The orcish menace is sorta just going about, either hitting hostile undead shiz with his cleaver, or, looking at his surroundings.

@supertinyking@thewizardguy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmzrs6mP3tY

While Tiny begins to see the desired effect at first, he begins to notice stephen collapse, the daemon prince noticing the change in the null's status with the power behind it seeming close to eruption, the only recourse being to either flee and attempt to escape the blast radius or kill him at that moment, his sword falling even as this thought came to mind only for it to stop mid air by some force he couldn't quite pull it free from as he began to feel a burning sensation, not the good pain of the warp but the horrible, agonizing loneliness of the warp being sucked out of him like a swarm of billions of mosquitoes mummifying the average person via sucking out their fluids, his chaotic features fading even as Stephen looks up, his face and voice distorted as he lets out a small whispered "i see", the explosion coming shortly after. While the feeling the energy had given seemed to suggest something massive, akin to an ancient nuke of sorts, instead resulted in a large pillar of what looked to be white flames, gushing up from stephen and into the sky, the clouds parting as the storm rushes from this new combatant like a scared rabbit as large chunks of it are simple converted back to natural lands, the corrupting effects even being countered and even reveresed, causing a spreading hole in the chaos as tiny could see the half-conscious human rise, crystals of raw energy forming over his skin until he's covered in something vaguely resembling a knight's armor, the now uncrowned prince of chaos face with a knight clad in crystal before him, sword in hand and power slowly ceasing it's flow from him as he stares down the chaos marine, asking simply "shall we?" ((got bored with the parasite thing, thought this up a night or two ago. i like it better than making an entirely new char when this functions just as well))

Mithias thought he was dying. The knight's hand had closed onto his head, and now, death would come. The pain was about what he expected, limitless, mind-wiping, and yet he didn't run from it, didn't try to flee. He could bear anything, as long as he knew it was what had to be done, and so he let it happen. Gratefully, he gave into it, asking the burning light and order to come into him and exact its wrath, to burn away all it saw as evil and broken, even if that included his soul. He was no knight, no hero. Hell, Mithias wasn't even good. He had given in to vampirism, given in to despair, and fallen to chaos. Of course he should be destroyed. And so it was with a sense of justice that he surrendered to Valentus and the powers he represented. May the light be victorious.

Mithias didn't remember the next few moments. He kind of blacked out, only to awaken before the immobile suit of armor that bore Valentus' corpse in glorious pose. His first realization was that he was alive. No... he was alive! The long black hair that normally hung limp over his shoulders now felt soft against his skin. It was thicker, gentle, and with a slight wave to it. His skin was flawless, as usual, but now was warm, fleshtoned, and fuzzy. He looked in awe at his hands, now devoid of claws. He could feel every tremble of his heart, beating calmly and regularly inside his chest, while the inflation of his lungs gave satisfaction to a familiar and everpresent need to breathe. He was perfect in every way, beautiful, an Adonis. Although he still had fangs, and to his later discovery, yellow-eyes, he felt no thirst for blood. He was human.... and completely buck naked.

Mithias stood up, finding his legs to be strong and scanned around him for any immediate danger. Some blue pillar of light was going off nearby, but it felt warm and pleasant. The remains of the knight that had saved him drew his attention. A tear came to his eye, as he realized the being was deceased. He would never be able to thank him for what he had done, for the example he had set and the hope he had given. Mithias stood standing before it and asked of anyone, "Who was he? I must know his name."

@Tyki @Wraithblade6 @Snarfulblast @thewizardguy @ShadowVentus
"......Fuck......" Tiny says, seeing Stephen kick all the metaphorical ass. As such, he flies off in the opposite direction, back towards Valentus's corpse, and Mithias, only for Tiny to stop short. "...CLOTHES BEAM!" He cries, pointing towards Mithias, before a blue beam shoots out, striking the now human, clothing him in oddly comfortable robes, the exact same as Tiny's. "So, that wacko saved you, huh? I half expected him to kill you, dispite my asking for the otherwise. What's your name, now alive person? I'd better get to know you, as you're going to need to get to know me..." Tiny says, smiling under his hood quite a bit. Well, before he died, he figured he should try to help some people..... Of course Micheal, if he had not done so, would still be able to run and all that shiz. Maybe speak to Tiny.

Off in the distance, the orb Tiny threw strikes a beam, and flies into the air, though the hole in the warp that Stephen had created for but a moment, and flies into space, before striking a meteor, bouncing off of that, and ending up flying into the armor of the dead terminator, it flying right past Mithias and Tiny. Tiny spins around, looking right at the armor. "...Well, gonna have to charge another one of those, aren't I?" Tiny asks, sorta sighing a bit, as he does, in fact, start to charge up. Blue lighting crackles over him, as he, in a very DBZ fashion, gathers energy.

@supertinyking"So umm Orc what's your name?" Rex is standing in front of Gundaz in his tiny spot in the Chaos Realm."Also thanks for killing those mindless slobs, they should be working on my fort." Placing his axe into the ground head first Rex leans on it studying Gundaz.

@Snarfulblast
"My name be Gundaz good sir. These citters aint got any good meat on em..worthless I say. All rotten. Blegh. Know where to get some good grub?" He asks, leaning on his huge cleaver. It'd make sense why a few of the undead where in many giblets with the size and weight of Gundaz's weapon. In fact, it's a weapon Rex'd be able to use, if he wanted to. Gundaz thinks for a moment, before lookin at Rex a bit funny. "..You know a way outta this place? I'z sorta bound here by a wizard who didn't like me eating his son....Stupid kid try to set me on fire with a spell, so I killed em, and cooked him on a fire. Tasted pretty good, I must say....." Gundaz asks, before trailing off on his story, seeming to go into Lala land after. "Hmm..fried hummie.....good stuff...."
Gundaz was no doubt a strange fellow.

@thewizardguy@supertinyking@snarfulblast@Wraithblade6

Even as the daemon prince kneels before the armored giant standing before him, he can feel nothing, his power gone, his connection to the warp snapped if only temporarily as he's picked up and booted in one, swift motion, sending him soaring into the distance with cracks forming along his armor as he begins to escape the atmosphere, launching into the reaches of space with a crystaline shell forming around him, acting like a cryo-pod that keeps him awake for an eternity, perfectly perserved and drifting through the vast void of space with nothing but his armor and his thoughts to accompany him. With the imediate threat taken care of, Stephen turns to the future threat of the encroaching warp storm, his hands coming together as the knowledge of one that's been around since time immemorial to form a diamond shape with his fingers, prisims withing prisms forming in the center of them and around each and every survivor on the planet, his armor becoming a beacon in the darkness of the storm as the prisims shrink, taking their captives with them to another place, a quiet field in a peaceful forest free of the stench of chaos and the troubles that came with it, stephen appearing shortly after the main group arrives just in time to avoid being smashed by a greater daemon that had slinked out from under the rock it had been hiding in.

Just as quickly as the rush of power came, so too did it leave him, the armor bursting into glittering dust on the wind as Stephen loses the power to maintain it, his eyes blank and his arm now changed into the twisted shape of a more beastial appendage that could be vaugely recognized as a crystaline arm, his eyes losing their bluish glow as the last of the power he'd gathered flows out of him to rejoin the natural flow of the multiverse. The second thing to hit him is the exhaustion. While he'd gone through many things, this had been the first time he'd been able to perform magic of any sort and, thus, was completely and totally mentally drained from the events of the previous hour causing his legs to give out beneath him and the rest to follow suit.

@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Snarfulblast
@Teoinsanity@Wraithblade6@Tyki

Witnessing firsthand the death of a great comrade in the form of a Grey Knight, Michael feels reenergized, almost as if he were in the middle of an adrenaline rush. However, seeing as how Stephen was already making quick work of the enemies that were laid out before him, the tactician quelled his own rage, walking over to the reborn Mithias and Tiny just in time to catch their exchange of words. He locks eyes with Mithias, a solemn look in his eyes. "That man was a valiant soldier. Although his name may be unknown to us for the time being, I can with certainty that we are better off remembering him through his actions on the battlefield. If it weren't for him, life as we know it would no longer exist." Despite these words, Michael couldn't help but feel as he had failed his comrade. Not only did he not his name, but he couldn't keep him alive. Although, perhaps this is how it should be. He left behind a rather impressive legacy.

@ShadowVentus @Tyki @Snarfulblast @Wraithblade6

Tiny, now with everyone else who was Tped by Stephen, walks around, a blue energy surrounding him. He moves slowly, showing him having exerted himself quite a bit. Slowly, he wanders about till he finds Stephen, and he chuckles. "Well, aren't..you just something...Beating a deamon prince all by yourself..." Tiny says, before zapping Stephen with a bolt of healing magics, refreshing his body, and making him able to move around without ache or pain. Tiny stumbles off into the wilderness, or deeper into it, trying to vanish from sight of everyone. Of course, with how he was moving, anyone could see and catch up to him if they wished.

@supertinyking"Right..... anyways I can assure you that there is absolutely nothing good to eat here, this here is my tiny patch of heaven in this always changing realm, so naturally it's filled with dead shit. As for a way to leave, well you could just walk away from this tiny stable part of the Chaos Realm and find someone or something strong enough to put you through a portal to somewhere. But other than that I have no idea as to how to leave." Rex straightens up and puts away his axe walking past Gundaz as he heads towards his fort.

@Snarfulblast
"..That's a pretty big ax for a hummie, even the undead kind..You able to use it?" Gundaz asks Rex, obviously a challenge. Would Rex take up this offer for a fight? Would Gundaz allow him to refuse? We'll find out, next time on Hell's coffee lounge!
Just kidding.
Gundaz's weapon is already drawn, and his posture says he's ready for a good fight. Maybe the horrible denizens of the chaos realm have not yet challenged this orcish warrior?

@supertinyking"Use it? Hell I could use your axe if I wanted to, this thing is nothing most of the time I'm using it with one hand. What you wanna fight or something cause this is my home turf and I got more than enough minions to take you out without my help." Rex spins around to face Gundaz axe out and ready to use it had been awhile since Rex had a good fight on his home turf where he knew everything about the land around him.

@Snarfulblast
"Aww, how cute. Ya need your little minis to fight me...." Gundaz says, his voice just DRIPPING with taunting attitude. Gundaz starts to turn around and leave. "Bah, if you need to call your minis to fight me, yous no good fight at all..." Gundaz grumbles, as he starts to walk off into the ever changing chaos realm...Will he, or someone else try to stop him? Will some horror of chaos come forth, seeking a battle with Gundaz? We'll find out....soon.

@supertinyking"I SAID I COULD USE MY MINIONS IF I WANTED TO YA DUMB FUCK!!! SO WHY DONT YOU COME OVER HERE AND DIE WITH A LITTLE BIT OF HONOR!" Rex stood there arms out spread in a challenging manner,"Come on FUCKER I'm waiting to cleave your head from your body."

@Snarfulblast
"..Hehehehe. That's more like it!" Gundaz roars, as he leaps back, towards Rex, cleaver at the ready.
https://youtu.be/zTxH9hAr4Mk Gundaz's initial assault is intense, hims swinging his massive cleaver like most would a stick, doing what Orcs do best. Smash those in their ways! However, while, surprisingly Gundaz was a tad faster, Rex knew he had the advantage of brute force. He could tell, as if he were to really try, he could easily knock away Gundaz's strikes.

@supertinyking"Come one green skin lets party!" Rex defects Gundaz's blows then counter attacks with great ferocity, swinging his axe like it was but a feather, noting that Gundaz was slightly faster Rex made a mental note to keep up a good defense.

The world of Tor-6 had been completely lost. Communications had been cut off absolutely about 6 hours ago, as the planet had gone into full lockdown for unknown reasons. The last communication the rest of the universe had received was an order to move all ships in orbit down to the ground, which had of course lead to much speculation. Several attempts had been launched nearly immediately to send a reconnaissance craft to the area, but whatever scout force was sent had not returned. Long-range scans showed that all wireless signals in the area were being corrupted, and the fabric of space seemed to be twisting and writhing. Large amounts of seemingly random data were shot from the warp, ranging from mysterious alien codes to broadcasts of old-time radio programs. Most disturbing, however, was the effect these signals had on intelligent minds. For even as the worlds of the Dominion worked to decipher a pattern in the seemingly random codes, those dedicated to the research were rapidly and almost inevitably driven insane. Many of them gauged their eyes out, others still seemed to turn on their allies in a mad frenzy. On a single occasion a psionic alien seemed to float up into the air, before being seemingly possessed by an extradimensional entity. The subject had to be terminated, as physical death soon set in and the possessed being caused severe damage to the lab, killing dozens. Needless to say, analyzing the messages was soon forbidden, and only especially psionically or mentally resistant individuals were exposed to them.

Approximately 4 hours after the initial appearance of the mysterious phenomenon, the strange signals were replaced by a single message. This message was broadcasted on a Dominion military frequency, and had been amplified to reach the entire galaxy. Every dominion world received the message, although most classified it immediately. It read as follows.

"The corpse emperor lies dead. The forces of order lie sundered. Long live the Dark Gods.
Prepare your souls in harrowing, prepare your minds with fear. Satiate yourself in the knowledge of your pitiful insolence. Feel the rot of Nurgle upon your skin, and the power of Chaos in your mind. Prepare your lives, for this universe is at end. Sons and daughters of man, foul followers of the worthless xenos, drop to your knees. For your salvation in blood is at hand. This day your universe will burn, this day your worlds will be cleansed. All will fall before the glory of the Ruinous Powers.
All hail, all worship, all fear, the Dark Gods."

Shortly after the broadcast of this message, a large number of ships had emerged from the Warp. These ships seemed to have the same reality-warping effect of the original anomaly, which made it nearly impossible to receive an accurate account of their numbers. However, the attacking force consisted of at least twenty ships, as it had split off into twenty different directions. It was clear that this was an extradimensional invasion force, and as such all relevant authorities and army figures were informed immediately. Even The One was informed of this development, as the mysterious ruling force of the Dominion sensed the immense psychic presence of the Chaos Gods. The entire universe was under assault, and if no measures were taken this galaxy would be devoured by the powers of Chaos.

@thewizardguy
The chaos were given a message back, one that was blared though out dominion space. One, of a warning..a threat from the one themselves.
"Lay down your arms, and leave this place, or it shall be your grave. Your gods will be left broken, and bloodied before you, your souls destroyed in a flash of brilliant light, my wrath. This world is not for you to pillage, or pilfer. This, is your only warning. Leave, now, or face total, and utter destruction."

Many warships of the Dominion readied themselves, thousands upon thousands of battle ships, manned by tens of billions of men, women, and asexual creatures of a thousand different races. This was the army of the Dominion, a universe forcefully united under an iron fist, with a hammer fit for its ruler. However, this imposing force was not that which would strike fear into the hearts of the chaos marines..no...They'd made a fatal flaw. Speaking of their dark gods, thinking themselves so unstoppable to warn their enemies. Now, one who would normally be dormant awakens, to defend their empire, and to test their power.




Soon, no doubt, one of the chaos ships would find itself invading a world of the dominion. It'd near the hive world, a place where many civilians lived when not working on factory worlds of some sort. It'd prepare to attack...and before the ship, a figure clad in black armor, with a strange metal gauntlet on their left hand would appear. This figure would be right before the ship, floating in space. With a voice that echoed into the minds of the Chaos marines, and one their gods could hear all to clearly, the One spoke.
"Surrender, or face oblivion...both men in this ship..and their gods, which can hear me." A distorted voice screeches into their minds, a painful intrusion.....

@supertinyking

While the minor bodilly wounds that stephen had sustained were healed, tiny saw that his status didn't change, his mind currently in a state of great damage and flux, leaving him in a comatose state that didn't have a currently definite end. While stephen's body lies dormant, his new arm remains active, warping and changing almost constantly before spreading, animating him via the will of some sort of unnatural hunger. Tiny was the first victim of said hunger, stephen's arm shooting out unnaturally, clasping around his throat and visibly draining the magic out of him, the light glow around him flowing into the crystal until there was nothing left.