NationStates Jolt Archive

((If you don't have access to a lamEldannar dictonairy, that means "The doom that wails in the Webway"))

"Nascia..." Rath's voice slices through the silence of the audience chamber. The towering pillars of stone and flesh disappear into the distance overhead, eventually meeting a vaulted ceiling hidden in the shadows beyond the lights. "Nascia, my daughter. Dispatch the fleets and marshall the Kabals. We go to war."

"War, Rath?" Her voice suddenly reminds him of her mother, lost to the wiles of the Yngir. "Against whom?"

"Tor Yvresse. The time has come to crush the Kionashi. We have the strength to wage war against them. "

"And what of their allies? Sirithil the Betrayer, and her Exodite Kin?" Nascia asks, lifting her gaze to Rath's coldly emotionless helm, the only image of her father she'd ever known.

"The reach of the Exodites does not touch the Webway. It is there we shall do battle, a War in the Web, which is what Telgorthrind Farseer has always feared. There, his Titan Legions will be hampered. There, the shifting of the maze will carry us like wraiths in the night. Let it begin, let the Kionash burn."

"As you wish it, my Lord."

The great fleets of the Kabal, numerous now and freshly repaied from the clash in Commorragh, depart from the great docks of the Dark City. They disappear into the roiling red mists of the Webway's arteries, the major vessels capable of bearing such large constructs. In the streets, the legions of the dark eldar Kabals gather. In halls of crimson stone, the leaders of the Twisted prepare for war. Not war as the the mon-keigh wage it, but instead a genocidal war that has been brewing for nearly twelve thousand years.

"Let the Galaxy burn."- Warmaster Horus

Taggy. This will become an Invite only War. Raem and I are working on the very short list of nations we trust to show into the Web. Obviously this will be changed soon into a defensive deployment post. one great thing about Raem starting this, my Farseers get to see the future a little, enough to see the attack...

Deep in the bowels of the earth, in Lord Melkor's stronghold Angband, a cry erupted. Thousands of war-screams filled the air, echoing off the sheer stone corridors. as the cry arose, it grew. Soon, the Uruks joined the call to arms, laborers flinging down their tools and pumping their massive fists in the air and jostling with each other--quite often to the point of injury. The captains rallied their squads and began marching through the winding, descending roadways to their outposts.

From the main barracks, a tattered crimson flag was lifted from the twisted pole overlooking the square A whistle blew and company after company of Southron Guard poured from their various housing structures. They assembled neatly, weapons in hand. The front line fell in and shouldered their guns, taking up their standards as they were passed to them. A larger man came out and shouted at them through a bullhorn, and after several minutes of impassioned speech, drove the men upward, towards the surface of the city. Driving up the central thoroughfare, the company eventually marched several miles up to the surface, to the awe of passers-by. "Blackjackets," some of the townspeople muttered. They were rumored to be the best of the best--terrible in power and mighty in wrath. They were Morgoth's answer to the Menemacari Mornahossë. The true extent of their capabilities were yet to be seen, but long ago the commoners learned to fear them. Everyone did.

As the column reached nearer to the surface, they were joined by companies here and there, until their numbers were many. Pouring out amidst Thangorodrim, the men beheld the launch of the 7th Fleet. Already in the sky above them, the 1st, 2nd, and 4th Fleets loomed. The men cringed at the sight of the Dor Daedoloth in the sky, black against the swirling clouds. The men marched on the open land towards their deployment posts, their war chants screaming off the countryside.

Mobilization was to be complete and immediate. It wasn't a drill. Dragons and Balrogs didn't come out for drills.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

OOC: Humm... Tag.

Marqué

OOC: Noted for good reading and interest.

The Council saw the forces that where gathering against them, and a moment of concern crossed their faces before, they settled into action. Across the many facets of their interests recall orders where dispatched. On Mars the Kionash withdrew almost all of their Military might. Although not without sending a messenger to the people of Os Sanglants, telling them of their need, and asking of them one favour, to ensure the safty of their people during this time of great of need for the Kionash.

They where the only people the Kionash could trust in this role, a long standing trust that rand deep in the Council overcoming the Kionash's natural distaste for the Mon-Keigh.

Another Messenger was dispatched to the people of Menelmacar seeking the Lady Sirithil's aid.

In the 'Orbit' Of Tor Yvresse it sat, a mammoth Spacestation they had built it for a campaign that had never came, they had then hoped to transfer it to Mars. Now through they had new goal in mind for it, and the Webgate that was open in much the same way as the One Outside of Tor Yvresse. The Vessel slipped into the warp and towards it's target. Elsewhere in the depths of space a lone fleet, searching for the Talisman of Vaul was recalled. In Sol Space the Asuryan Fleet made it's way back to the main Webgate over the Mars Asteroid belt. They had a new mission, one from which they feared they might not return. and yet the crews of this Fleet would do their duty.

The Khaine Fleets also departed back to the Web and the locations that had been sent to them. and still the pieces moved, Khailia-Mensha-Khaine was awakened. The Kionash began to move out into the web into locations of defence, and a Ranger was summoned before the council.

'Will you suffer Death for the Council?' Telgorthrind asked this question with tears in his eyes.
The young Ranger looked with love in his eyes for his people as he answered in a steady voice.
'I Will for my people.'
'Will you suffer torment, for your people?' Now Darvins spoke, and again tears where in his eyes.
Again the Ranger spoke 'I will'
'Will you Suffer the death from which their is no return, will you suffer the death that shall feed She-Who-Thirsts For your people?' Now Galdern Spoke and again their where tears.
'I will for my people'
'Then we are blessed to find one such as you, your name shall be honoured, your family praised, and when the story of this day is told you shall be remembered.'
As one the council spoke, and the tears poured from faces that had only this course of action to take.

The Ranger was stripped of his memory of this meeting, was stripped of what he had agreed to, as the Farseers went to work, changing his Memories, and imparting new ones, and inserting orders that he would not remember but would still obey.

Still the Kionash worked long into the night, Webgates into Tor Yvresse where closed, only the most heavily defended would remain open, or those that opened into the Spacedocks of the kionash.

OOC I forgot this post, it happens just before the ranger incident above.

IC. TElgorthrind moved now to the Chambers placed aside for their most honoured of guests. To the places of the Harlequins and there he knocked loudly but with respect. He then waited for a response and through he was in turmoil and time seemed to be fading, he would have waited outside this door for an age. The slowly the door opened and he entered, and there Telgorthrind High Farseer of Tor Yvresse, Heir to Melian, First of the council and Leader of almost 1.5 Billion Eldar, knelt before an Eldar who led but one Hundred of his Kin.

'Great Harlequin, your kindred ask of you your aid in this our darkest hour, the Cabal moves against us, and they have roused dark allies. We need your peoples aid, if we are to hold, and my people survive the coming days.' His voice was one of a servent a lesser to his supperior, and it was sincere. This was not the actions of a man crawling for aid, this was the voice of one who recognised one above him.

Slowly the figure stood and smiled to Telgorthrind. 'We shall honour this request High Farseer, we shall rally to your cause. Yet we shall act as we see best. We shall Leave this very day in your defence.'

And Telgorthrind still Knelt as the figure of the Great Harlequin left the chamber only then did he rise, and on his face was hope, and joy...

Mephet'ran sat silently in his throne room, contemplating the attack of the dark eldar. He passed a hand over a space near the throne, and minutes later a hologram of an eldar appeared in front of him. She was the farseer known as Mel'nais, carefully broken to replace loyalty to other eldar with loyalty to him.

"Nais," he said in matter-of-fact manner, "How is your project?"

"We are very near completion Lord," she replied.

"Good, I want you to prepare your most promising teams for action," he said.

"Yes my Lord, the mission?"

"It may become necessary to lock the web gates in Menelmacar, if so I want it done by your teams in disguise as dark eldar, using their splinter weapons should they encounter resistance."

"Yes Lord -"

"With the following modifications, I want the ammunition modified to produce less penetrative projectiles, and the impregnation of the ammunition to consist of propofol, etomidate, methohexital and thiopental," he said, reeling off the names of the chemicals with long practised ease.

"Lord?" she asked, rather surprised.

"You do not need to know my motives, further details will be sent to you later," he said, dismissing her.

Nous sommes toujours prêts à aider dans la défense de nos maisons et de familles. Se pour tenir ensemble sera obligé à partager l'honneur et la gloire. Si vous avez besoin de nous, nous considérer toujours à votre service.

~Henri du Paix

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Les préparations ont été faites pour la grandiose armée d'Os Sanglants à l'homme les défenses de Tor Yvressi Mars. Les stocks vastes de vin, les prostituées, et les munitions ont été placés dans vers les points forts. Les hommes ont été esquissés dans le service à la fin d'une épingle assurant et armé pour le combat. Les drapeaux ont été distribués pour les hommes pour railler environ, et quelques même exercé avec leurs armes.

Les milliers de bateaux ont été aussi préparés - les commandos et les bateaux de la ligne. Le canon, long silencieux, a été hors couru et a été essayé vidé. Les bobines ont conduit des coups loin par-dessus l'eau pour sauter loin pour les centaines de kilomètres avant d'ils coulé dans la mer. Les équipages ont transporté en haut les voiles pour clignoter dans le soleil comme ils ont stimulé et ont soulevé les coques de la mer. Les ponts ont été frotté et le cuivre a brillé comme les équipages ont rapporté les bateaux à se battant primordial. les drapeaux ont volé comme strode de capitaines sur les ponts, les mains sur leurs hanches et leurs plumes joyeux dans leurs chapeaux de nouveau.

Les pirates d'Os Sanglants étaient encore prêts pour la guerre.

Edit Change

On Tor Yvresse a long process began Souls where being taken from the Infinity Circuit at an intense proportion... Many would be inserted into War machines, the strongest to drive the WraithLords and Gaurds, the next strongest as extras for other weapons of war. Those that where asleep where never removed usually but today they where. Drawn into the Stones and placed aside. They ahd one hope for these... The Kionash of Tor Yvresse if the worst occured would not become the next Necropolis.

((Os, could we please keep the thread to English, with scattered bits of lamEldannar? I, for one, don't speak or read French.))

((Ok. Tor and I, being the resident experts on the Web, have decided upon the following effects which shall apply for the duration of the war:

No ranged combat, as only the most arcane of even Eldar weaponry could hit something in the Web.
Those involved shall be thoroughly confused, unless lead by someone who knows the Web. It's not a Euclidean landscape. It bears only a passing familiarity with the "laws" of reality. This even goes for those who have been trained in the ways of the Web, but have not experienced it firsthand.

If I left anything out, Tor, please add it in. I'm not going to bother enumerating the forces I've committed to this, as the war will be ridiculously massive. If you really want to know, you can figure out what 2% of 1.5b is all by yourself.))

The Dark Ones would give their kin no time to gather their strength. Vast stretches of realspace, near the Kionash itself, begin boiling with the energies necessary to peirce the skein of reality. Beyond the veil, in the twisting ether of the Unreal, the fleets of the twisted await.

They have come in dozens, in hundreds. The strength of the Kabal is greater than ever before, and the fleets burst forth into the real like tsunamai. Then, backlighting the glittering black ships, an impossibly massive rift opens. It stretches further than a ship, larger than anything save the smallest of the Craftworlds.

Manmenash, a tiny, cobbled-together craftworld, slips out of the Empyrean. It bears the identifiers of the ruins it had been built from: the ravaged Necropolis.

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Massive gates stand open in the lands of Arda, near Angbad, where dark eldar guides lead the forces of Melkor into the twisting labyrinthe. All of Commorragh is emptied as the van of the army.

"My Lady, our kin have gone to war with the incompetent Eladr scum"Snarled Master Haemonculus Urien Rakarth.
"Um send a message of greeting to them and make it be heard that we shall not leave our kin"Archite Eklavdrah pleasureably said.

The gates of Commorargh opened and the soldiery went to war...

OOC:
If it is okay with you,could I join this RP?

((Commorargh, I'd like for you to get some more experience under your belt before tackling something like this. Besides, this is a long-standing fued between myself and Tor. The others that are involved have IC reasons for being so, besides simply that they're the same race.))

{Tag. This'll be good. :)}

*Taggiez* for genocidal mayhem!

((Raem this is a small but vital clarification Where are those ships? Siri thinks they are in the realspace around TY... Which is hard to imagine as how did they find it without first fighting through the Web?))

As the armies were driven from their barracks and out of the Gate of Angband, Another call went up, thousands of war trumpets shrieking through the darkened sky. This was the call for the Uruk-Hai to go to war. Roused from their labors even in the deepest pits, the Uruk-Hai one and all flung down their tools at the sound and rushed out of the caverns and into the long hallways of Angband, winding up the pits, gathering their strength in numbers until finally they passed through the giant iron gate. By now the frightening chants of the Easterling, Haradrim and Dunlanding squads had been all but drowned out by the terrible, savage cries of the bloodthirsty Uruk-Hai. Troll drivers took up the march as well, punctuating the Uruks' march with their enormous war drums. Most, however, were armed to the teeth, carrying terrible swords and devastating mallets. Olog-Hai, they were--mountain trolls from Thangorodrim, tall and terrible.

The Uruk-Hai reached the Gate of Angband in force just as the last of the Marines slid into the webway.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

Even from this distance the Asuryan fleet could detect that the forces of Lord Melkor where slipping into the Web... time to get to work. With a flash they departed to the web themselves... and then they began to track the paths towards the Fallens gates around the Imperium... Soon would begin the first strike. The Asuryan Fleet was going to engage The Imperiums ground forces...

And they would drop of Soldiers of the Eldar a Thousend Howling Banshees and a Thousend Striking scorpions.

OOC It's on after a TG from Raem... Likely not as soon as Melkor's forces enter the web, but soon after so this post stands YAY! :lol: Of course they suffer the same problems of shoting as anyone else but still... Capital Ships V Infantry... this is hopefully going to hurt... then my Infantry can add to the pain... close Combat specialists all after all.

((My ships would be near Sol, coordinating for the hunt for the Kionash. Sorry for the confusion. :) The gates I put up for Melkor are "standard" size, the dimensions mentioned in the Codex. 13-15 meter opening indefinitely, with up to 40-50 meter openings for short times.))

The important thing for me Raem is are the tunnels large enough for the fleet to manouver down. your call in this instance. If not then the Asuryan fleet obviously is not attacking nor are the Infantry... we will wait till they reach a tunnel that is large enough.

I ment my fleet see TG's

((Actually, my fleet was transiting through the Warp, not the Webway. My ground forces are mostly in the tunnels near Commorragh, with some leading the Melkor forces. So, we're en route at this point.))

The Harlequins where in place as where the Rangers... their mission was simple. Melkorian forces would have to be guided through the Web, so kill those guides and Melkor would be cut of. Half the Harlequins had departed on that simple mission the other half of the Harlequins turned to meet the scouts of the Fallen. While Tor Yvresse gathered it's forces, and prepared lines of defence they would buy them time, engage and slow the forces of the Fallen...

In the forces heading for the Fallen a familar Ranger could be seen, his face was calm for he did not know how vital his role would be.

((Okay Each force is a mix 50 Harlequins and Fifty Rangers Melkor's force is led by the Solitaire, Raems by the Great Harlequin. Raems also contains the Death Jester.))

OOC A Little bit of a better description of what the Asuryan fleet will be doing when it engages Melkor...

edit complete change... to one a little closer to the source material. I made a mistake a luckily Melkor hasn't responded...

IC

The Fleet stood just of one the larger Turnings turnings in the web, and rapidly began to send out it's aircraft, Vampires and other forms of Bombers took to the web around the fleet and then as they had all gathered they sped down the smaller tunnels towards the horde of Orcs, 400 craft ready to rain chaos down upon the Melkorian hordes.

For now the Infantry held back they would simply bomb the armies of Melkor for a while and bring death upon their foes the old fashioned manner.

With a flash of light and radiation the Necron harvest ship Apocalypse Bell appeared over the desolate planet known only as Sanctuary. Moments later, on the surface almost one hundred figures in the characteristic spiked armour of the dark eldar emerged around an ancient artifcat. They were an entirely new species, designed for once to have maximum compatibility with the webway of the Eldar. They had no official name, but they were broardly humanoid, and when helmeted in the replica armour, their true identities could not be seen, nor could their dozen eyes or strange mandibles.

They had long been trained for this, adjusted by the arcane technology of the Yngir they were much older than they had a right to be, they were mostly around one hundred and fifty terran years old, biologically at least. Almost all of that time had been spent training for this day. They knew that many of them would not return from this first probing of the strange non-euclidean domain they were about to enter, and had prepared for that. One of them activated the portal, and they slipped into the web like ghosts.

OOC: Très bien - si nous sommes eu besoin de n'importe quel plus je posterai dans les deux. Je préfère notre langue maternelle pour ce genre de chose cependant.

Very well - if we needed any more I will post in the two. I prefer our maternal language for this thing kind nevertheless.

Henri du Paix

The Harlequins where hunting now, on the Melkorian front they hung back allowing the attacks of the Kionash to occur they would move forwards soon but for now that would allowed to continued...

Against the forces of the Fallen however they moved more directly. The eyes of the Fallen would be faced, the scouts and forward forces would be ambushed. For the Rangers that accompiened them it would be knive work, as they lay hidden in their Cammo-Cloaks merging with the shadows of the web. For the Harlequins however it would be different, Blade and the Kiss of the Harlequins would be turned against the Fallen.

So they waited now, and watched...

Local Space, Kionash Tor Yvresse

A tesseract bloomed open; two ships emerged. One was a Menelmacari freighter, another was... smaller, and of Eldar design.

The freighter opened communications with the craftworld. "Kionash Tor Yvresse, this is Menelmacari merchant vessel Sober Counsel. Please grant permission to dock so that we may load your... refugees. In addition, we bring messages from the Prefecture of Defense; The Lady Sirithil is attempting to free up fleet resources to aid in your struggle, and we bring you this ship which was seized several months ago. We understand you have an arrangement with the Lady to exchange the vessel's schematics for the ship herself."

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Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
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He was lost. And he knew that he was lost. Silvek had been seperated from the others in the twisting tunnels of the webway, the endless Eldar corridors of insanity. He also knew that capture was not an option, even as a corpse. Slowly he reached for a box on his belt, black and spiked to match the rest of his uniform. He removed a protective cover and pressed a button beneath, and felt a softness of poisons spread through his secondary bloodstream. Then the gauss grenade went off. Painlessly it stripped him down to component atoms, first removing the armour, then the thick, hard, black skin and finally dissecting his strange organs, though no one was there to see them.
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Meanwhile, his compatriots approached the area of the web near the sol system. One team however, had something that one could call a misfortune, one team of them paused, overlooking a great conduit that thronged with troops, they watched the forces of Melkor march to war, unmoving and hoping no one would question their Dark Eldar disguises.
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Another of the teams of creatures was similarly unfortunate, and managed not to head for the gates of Menelmacar, where most of them were still destined, but to those of Tor Yvresse, they of course, would be killed by the eldar, but something of them the Yvressi would learn.

The forces of the Kabal spread out within the Webway, searching the likely routes for world of their Kin. Great black masses of Twisted fill the large corridors, and the lesser veins choke with the sheer press of the Dark Ones, in places. Still, the universe is very, very large, as is the Web.

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His keen senses pick up the disturbance, something wrong and so subtle that his less observant kin had missed it. A raised fist halts the column of warriors, wyches, and mandrakes.

He confers with the other forward scouts. Their language is barely understandable even to their bretheren, the corrupted lamEldannar further twisted by hissing pronunciation and slurred syllables. Word passes along the line, back to the sybarites whose authority was won in blood and anger.

"Prepare for battle. We have been ambushed."

The shifting shapes of the Mandrake scouts slip forward. The eye seems to slip off the subtle warriors, or to make one ill, for the blurred shadows of the mandrakes' skin makes them difficult to watch indeed.

Local Space, Kionash Tor Yvresse

A tesseract bloomed open; two ships emerged. One was a Menelmacari freighter, another was... smaller, and of Eldar design.

The freighter opened communications with the craftworld. "Kionash Tor Yvresse, this is Menelmacari merchant vessel Sober Counsel. Please grant permission to dock so that we may load your... refugees. In addition, we bring messages from the Prefecture of Defense; The Lady Sirithil is attempting to free up fleet resources to aid in your struggle, and we bring you this ship which was seized several months ago. We understand you have an arrangement with the Lady to exchange the vessel's schematics for the ship herself."



With all the need in Tor Yvresse, the desperate planning, it might at first seem odd that they took the time out from such movements to begin loading small Gems into containers and begin the Transfer of them to the Freighter. Yet these Gemstones where the true heart of Tor Yvresse. While they could evacuate all the Souls of the Infinity Circuit, they could they hoped move many of them so that even should they fall something of their home would survive them. Even as the first small transports departed the Kionash responded. 'Yes that is the agreement, we are Transmitting the records to your vessel at this moment. We thank the Lady for all that she is doing. Crews shall be coming onboard our vessel to retive her, and ready her for action.

Web, Ambush site.

The Fallen had detected them almost too late but they where ready and now they faced them in battle, still none despaired as Rangers threw of Cammo Cloaks, and took their Shots. Even through they doubted many, if any would be on target the moment it took was worth the time. Then they rose and drew knives to join the fray.

The Harlequins meanwhile leaped and twirled towards the Mandrakes, Charging into the face of their foes with a determination and only these wonders of the Eldar could achieve. They danced around their foes, as colours twisted and spun around them. Blades sought out flesh, and hands 'Punched' forwards, a thin strand firing from their fists at their foes. The Harlequins kiss.

In the chaos of these close confines even the greatest of warriors can fall and Two Harlequins fell to the their foes, and five Rangers, two of the Rangers where not dead, the others where. Many of the Kionash fought on past crippling blows, they had family and friends on Tor Yvresse, Family that would all be massacred if the Kionash failed to hold back the Fallen, it lent strength to their limbs.

Nearer to Tor Yvresse, the strange faces of our foes.

the Patrols nearer to Tor Yvresse where not Rangers or Harlequins Scorpions led Gaurdians on swoops to ensure no Fallen slipped past the defences. It was one such team of twenty that came upon the Strange creatures, mistaking them for the Fallen desperation lent strength to their wills, a Team... and so close! The charge of the Kionash at their foes was swift to occur, the Exarch of the Team the first to arrive. His Chainsword sweaping around him, his Scorpions Sting shot into his foes. The others where not too far behind... None paused to look at the faces of their enemies, for now the secret would remain safe, at least until the end of the Battle.

I feel strange to bump the war for my destruction if they succed but... where are the attackers? it's been two/three days now. I really want to move on with this war, so I can resolve my future...

[ooc: >ahem<

ah.. my internet decided to take a poo and its been out since staurday night. It's been driving me nuts. At any rate, I will be posting to this thread after work tonight, I need some time to draw up my tactics, etc.]

OOC:

*Slaps forehead!* Tor, you really got yourself into quite the dilly of a pickle here. In other words <TAG>

Alarmed by a set of orbital photgraphs, Lord General Ilritz consulted Marduk. "Lord, it seems as though Tor Yvresse is removing military assets from their Martian territories." Marduk was standing by the chart table talking to General Zavier when Ilritz made his announcement. "Yes, I think I have an idea why. Zavier, could you please explain the situation the Ilritz?" Lilted Marduk. Zavier was the most gifted psyker in all of the Vascilian League and as such had gained considerable ranking within the regime. "There have been uh, disturbances in the warp...large troop movements have been made by the Yvresse. They are moving their troops to the Craftworld, the webway as well Im assuming. They are under attack." Ilritz chuckled when he heard that. "Ah, so it seems that they shot themselves in the foot when they attacked us. We would have followed them to hell and back..." Marduk interrupted "...And we will. I personally sent a message, Via Zavier, to the Craftworld. We will help them any way we can, and hopefully they will let us." Ilritz looked stunned by what Marduk had just said. Aumans most hated enemy is in trouble...and we're helping? This is big, no doubt. "So, who is attacking Yvresse?" inquired General Ilritz. "Who do you think? Probably Arda...may'be GDODAD. Who knows, may'be both." answered Marduk. "Ahhh...I understand, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right lord?" Marduk snapped a finger towards Ilritz "Bingo!"

OOC:

as much as I hate your guts Tor, it would be detremental to the Pro-Freedom talks if your delegate were to suddenly leave.

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Auman this is an ultra secret war, at the moment, Only myself Raem Ctan melkor siri and Os know about it, and we won't speak to anyone else about it. There is a reason for this secrecy. Partly it's so siri and Melkor can go at each other without starting world destruction countdown. Partly it's because thats the way Raem and I want it

Auman this is an ultra secret war, at the moment, Only myself Raem Ctan melkor siri and Os know about it, and we won't speak to anyone else about it. There is a reason for this secrecy. Partly it's so siri and Melkor can go at each other without starting world destruction countdown. Partly it's because thats the way Raem and I want it

OOC: And I'm too busy pointing and laughing. :wink:

Though for what it's worth I don't think Siri's exactly chomping at the bit to get involved.

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Auman this is an ultra secret war, at the moment, Only myself Raem Ctan melkor siri and Os know about it, and we won't speak to anyone else about it. There is a reason for this secrecy. Partly it's so siri and Melkor can go at each other without starting world destruction countdown. Partly it's because thats the way Raem and I want it

OOC:

Well, all I posted was that Marduk had noticed(with the help of his psykers) that there are massive troop movements taking place. Not knowing exactly whats going on, but knowing that tons of troops and equipment are going where Zavier cant see them...the webway. Troop movements and all these other signs are pointing towards Tor Yvresse being attacked. Marduk messaged in concern, asking the craftworld if they are in trouble. Though we dont know a war is going on, we can tell that something is up...so in all actuality you could just role play the craftworld being all like "Well, no actually we're fine" and then I'd be like "whoa...ok" and stay home.

errr...and I worded something wrong when Zavier was speaking. He was supposed to be "I assume they are under attack" but I ended the sentence at "I assume." meh...oh well.

The ambush rages in its little corner of the Web. The clash between the mandrakes and the harlequins is nauseating to watch; colorful illusions swirl around and among shifting shadows. The mandrakes fall back before long, though, under the covering fire of warriors armed with soul seeking ammunition.

A pair of sybarites fight to hold off one of the Harlequin elites. Just as the fighting elsewhere is sickening, this dance is delicately beautiful, seeming to be a coreographed scene. One Sybarit goes down when half his head disappears into a fine red mist, a victim of the Harlequin's Kiss.

Elsewhere, what psykers the Kabal could muster search the Webway for signs of the Kionash, scouring the labyrinth in the van of the army.

The men cursed as the bombers flew in. Behind them, the Uruk Horde was gathering strength, and was preparing to do their thing. Rocket soldiers were called to the front and three fleets' worth of gunship escort was hastened to intercept. Being larger and slower craft, and taken unawares, they failed to intervene in time to make a meaningful difference. Instead, they engaged the bombers over the troop columns as they spread out and marched forward under the attack, streams of rockets welcoming the Yvressi bombers as they came in.

Imperial Field Commanders desperately seeked the counsel of their Dark Eldar counterparts, as they knew little of the web and found it difficult to maneuver to their satisfaction. Soon, the Balrogs would be involved, and they needed to know where to put them.

The armies began to conduct basic reconaissance, and trusted their strength in numbers as the bombers wheeled overhead. 400 craft against hundreds of thousands of Uruks... it was folly.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

Melkorian front...

The Bombers used the Web to the best, while they faced a mammoth horde, only when the Bombers where directly overhead did the shooting from the 'ground' have very much effect. Most of the other Rockets fired by the orcs missed, although not down to any aiming issues... the web simply twisted the shots around.. Still there was enough fire from various sources to cause some losses, and with the Grav vessels of Arda joining the fray the Bombers did not plan on staying long, another pass and another round of fire, and the craft turned tail back to the fleet, and back to stage two of the operation.

Indeed the Ambush site had been prepared, Harlequins and Rangers moved now into places where they would wait for the melkorian forces to pass, hoping to strike at either Fallen forces or at officers within the enemy forces.

((Losses 25 Bombers in pass one, 23 in Pass two Total 48 Crashing of course on the enemy...))

Raems Front...

Quickly now the Eldar began to fall back, the Harlequins and the Ranger both knowing that they could not fight the entirty of the Fallens forces. the battle with pair began to prey heavily upon the Great harlequin and while he took down one, he felt the cuts upon his flesh as it got blows back. He felt he could win the fight given time, but time was not something he had.

With a Leap back from his foe, a leap of great speed, and one that seemingly protected every part of his body from a strike taking advantage of his actions he broke of the fight, and ran with the rest of his men away from the combat. The forces began to split, and manouver down various seperate tunnels, the place they would regather had already been selected of course. Later would come another ambush, and another. Until the time came to change from Ambush to straight battle.

Melkorian front...

The Bombers used the Web to the best, while they faced a mammoth horde, only when the Bombers where directly overhead did the shooting from the 'ground' have very much effect. Most of the other Rockets fired by the orcs missed, although not down to any aiming issues... the web simply twisted the shots around.. Still there was enough fire from various sources to cause some losses, and with the Grav vessels of Arda joining the fray the Bombers did not plan on staying long, another pass and another round of fire, and the craft turned tail back to the fleet, and back to stage two of the operation.

Indeed the Ambush site had been prepared, Harlequins and Rangers moved now into places where they would wait for the melkorian forces to pass, hoping to strike at either Fallen forces or at officers within the enemy forces.

((Losses 25 Bombers in pass one, 23 in Pass two Total 48 Crashing of course on the enemy...))

The men halted as the bombers streaked out of sight, and the gunships took up their formations. Some wyverns strayed too far on their patrols, and were lost. Most, however, stuck close to the massive formations. At the fore of the armies, a line of Balrogs marched, igniting their fires in rage. Above them flew mighty Dragons, revealed in force from Thangorodrim for the first time in thousands of years. Trolls, Wargs, Uruk-Hai, Orcs, and Black Uruks rounded out the army, with accompanying Easterling, Haradrim, Dunlanding, and Veriag units. The dead were left in a pile--mostly Uruk-Hai of course, with scattered trolls from the front line. Some dozens of them could be seen left behind as the army marched on, some with large chunks missing.

At the van of the armies, a hooded figure strode. He was mostly clad in black, with crimson and white. His eyes were keen under the darkness of his hood. With him strode the Balrogs, who formed to the sides as the flanks wheeled around, knowing an attack could come from anywhere.

[losses: approx. 150 or so trolls- some dozen wyverns [most of them flew off], 1,500-2,500 Uruks and Wargs and 400 Haradrim.]

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Melkorian Front, The ambush site had been chosen with great care, the Bombers had served two purposes, they had gotten a look at the Melkorian horde, determined it's size and likely position of the Commanders of this force. They had chosen their position therefore to be roughly where the Command element would be, when the Main body of the enemy was in position for the fleet assult.

Now it came, 30 capital ships bearing down upon the forces of Melkor, Firing only when they where at Point Blank range, behind them came Striking Scorpions and Howling Banshees, pushing back any gap in the enemy forces that might be caused by the Fleets assult. Of course the Packs now targeted Balrogs and Dragons rather than had been originally envisioned of simple infantry, but the Aspect warriors still crashed into Uruks and men, and above them the Bombers of the fleet struck once more upon the Melkorian forces.

As the attack began the harlquins and the Rangers emerged from under cover, from Cammo Cloaks and Harlequins sea of colour. The Solitaire that led this group dived through and around the blades of the balrogs directly at the Leader of the Melkorian horde, the others from his command raced at the Balrogs, Blades dancing in the air, and while they expected heavy losses they had the look of the desperate, and of joy.

((Losses early in the Ambush 7 Harlequins 11 Rangers 15 Bombers))

[Tag- for the Harlequin coolness]

The webwalkers stalked the hauntingly empty passages near Menelmacar, seventy of them still with the main group. They split up into tree individual strike teams, each to disable one of the webgates. They armed and reloaded their weapons with the special ammunition, and drew black cylindrical objects from their belts.

The first team's leader turned a twisting corner of the endless labyrnthine maze and watched the target area. There were guards on the far side. With a snap-hiss she ignited the power sword and gestured in the direction of the guards with her modified splinter pistol. There was a brief firefight resulting in a few of the webwalkers being killed, and the Menelmacari combat veterans sinking to the ground, shot with delicate shards that dissoved into a strong solution of anestetics. Similar scenes happened at the other portals, and the webportals into Menelmacar were sealed.

The haunting screams of Eldar gravitic engines echo in the twisting Web. Howling Reavers burn after the Harlequins and Rangers, seeking to run them down upon cruel blades or perforate them with crystalline flechettes.

The Dark Eldar column breaks down into momentary anarchy as warriors and officers alike scramble for the souls released in the fighting, or to lay claim to any soulstones that may have been present. A fight amongst a cluster of Mandrakes breaks out with the hiss of gunfire and the shrieks of more wounded and dying.

Elsewhere, the scouts leading the Melkoran forces are slow to react to the Eldar bombers. Distracted as they are by trying to lead a force of Krorks through the Web, the little knot of Twisted don't see the bombers until one crashes into the "ground" before them, crushing several of them.

Two Dark Lances rise to the threat, sending probing fingers of black energy upwards at the bombers, heedless of distance or the shifting patterns of the Web.

The leader of the scouts, a Sybarite in black and silver armor, pushes his way back through the Uruks, looking for a leader, or a command squad, or whatever it is these particularly bright Krorks use to make decisions.

Raem front.

They where being chased, they had expected this, actually they had hoped for this. it delayed the enemy that little longer and allowed their forces to gather even more, it allowed defences to be put into effect, and arrangments to be made.

Forces where moved. still they ahd to shake their pursuers. For the Harlequins on the whole it owuld prove to be easier than for the Rangers. A dive down one passage, a sudden shift in direction and then again, soon they would be gone. The rangers where not harlequins and many more would be caught before the end of this chase. Some would fight back, rifles firing aimed at the heads of their pursuers, hoping for that lucky shot.

((Losses 13 Rangers 2 Harlequins))

[ooc: I'm not too familiar with the web, obviously... but if it's at all possible I'd like to get some gravships in here in this post, if I may edit it in after determining whether or not it's possible. for now, I'll stick with what I know.]

As the capships revealed themselves, the Infantry force struggled under relatively little air support. Massive rockets climbed the sky toward them in force, but the Generals were dismayed nonetheless... to shoot them down over the armies would make for large casualties. Trusing in their speed overland, the armies formed ranks on the left and right, and pushed out as much as they could, struggling to keep from losing themselves in the web.

As the Harlequins pushed in towards the Command Line, 70 war trolls flung themselves at the attackers, but were counfounded by their constant dodging and evasion. Dismayed, they fell back quickly with light losses, trusting in the power of their superiors to beat them back.

The robed man's eyes glowed keen under his hood as the attack came. Slowly, he lifted his hands to its hem as the Balrogs charged forth, and slowly pulled down the hood, lifting his chin as his eyes met his attackers. His eyes burst with a great white light, momentarily blinding for anyone in his line of sight. Lord Alkanphel had been revealed in wrath, and the Warlord battled through what resistance he met with his bare hands.

But apparently, the Yvressi had something else in mind for Alkanphel. He stood there, shaking a Harlequin off his arm as Solitaire approached. Startled, Alkanphel recoiled as he attacked, for it appeared in his mind for a moment that the figure attacking him was Tulkas the Vala. The illusion did not last long, for Alkanphel saw through the illusion with the Sight of the Ainur. He fought violently after this discovery, drawing a blade from his robes. As he flung it at his attacker, it stretched out with flaming barbs and shot at Solitatire like a whip.

The battle raged. Longing for heavy aerial support, the men quickly began to dismay. Alkanphel, in the midst of his battle, sought out the mind of his Dark Eldar guides, trying to direct them towards him with what little energy he could spare, for the battle with Solitare was taxing.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

Near Earth...

Massive gateways iris open, out into the material world. The void of space laps at the borders of the Web, trying to draw what lies within out to fill the vaccuum. Indeed, prismatic tendrils flutter in the invisible winds, but are quickly blotted from sight by the emergence of Blade's Kiss, and the fleet, into the Web. The flagship's prow battery twists towards the enemy capitol ships, far "above" the heads of the Krork horde. However, the shots are unaimed and hurried, as the crews adjust to the realities of fighting in the Web.

The ground, if the floor of the Webway could be called that, seems to tremble with the psychic impression of a great many people on the move. A column of troops rounds a bend into the massive cavern, about ninety degrees up the wall from the Uruks.

The black and silver armor of elite Incubi gleams with the dull, bloody light of the Web. Heading the column of the best of the Kabal is a knot of Incubi clad in entirely silvered armor, with Rath leading the way. A great silver figure, seemingly dressed in black, tattered robes and bearing a vast blade like a scythe instead of one arm, keeps pace with the Twisted.


Elsewhere, deep in the Webway...

The twisted wrecks of Reavers lie smoking amongst the bodies of their victims and riders alike, forgotten now that the corpses have been stripped of every last whisp of essence.

Word filters among the scouts, to the Dracon leading the force, that the Kionash might have been found.

((Indiastan, I'll leave it to you to play Ri and make the command decisions here, though I'll still write out the battle descriptions and determine losses. ))

It was instantly apparent to the Harlequins and Rangers that simply put they where outmatched here. Balrogs and whatever that central figure was. Still they did not give up all hope, as the Harlequins, the Elite sprang into action. Ten of them dived at a single Balrog, blades darting out to attempt to simply nick the hideous beast, others jumped on to the rest of the Balrogs, although here they simply hoped to keep them from supporting the one they had singled out, The rangers meanwhile knew that they would simply get in the way, and so rather than fight the Balrogs, they faced outwards, Rifles seeking targets, and while the Web made ninety percent of the shots miss, when they did hit, the poisens within their rounds made the shot count.

Still the Harlequins where falling beneath the Blades and whips of the Balrogs, even their agility ment little when compared to the sheer power of the Balrog, and slowly they began to fall.

The Solitaire meanwhile faced Alkanphel and smiled at the creature, even as the whip lashed into him in places, he continued to smile, as he danced around the creature, then he spoke. To hear the Solitaire speak is said to be a curse, for then they share his fate, and so he shared his fate with Alkanphel here. 'Servent of the Dark, welome to my fate.'

His reply to the whip came suddenly, as he danced around his foe and his blade sang out, seeking a hole in the defence, where it did, the Powerblade dug deeply into flesh, but the Solitaire knew he was doomed, he could win this fight.

As the normal Harlequins fought the Shadowseer began, calling upon his own powers, he struck at Alkanphel via magic, and a version of himself appeared next to the Ainur, and began to join the fight, of course this was but a projection, and would not last long, but while it was there, it could hurt whatever it fought.

As the Vessels of the fallen came into play, the Ten Crusiers of the Fleet swung upwards to engage, the single overpowered gun sang out as they sang their defiance against the Fallen, and laughed as they did so... a Crash served their purpose as well as anything else.

And a few where damaged as they swung upwards, a few lucky shots crashed into their hulls, and sent pieces of Wraithbone flying across the local area.

SUddenly Alkanphel's body erupted with cackling white energy, flickering off his fingertips and tracing around the blade as it reformed into a sword as he pulled it out swiftly and parried Solitaire's blow. The blade sliced through his robe, but little else. He rolled down and to the left, rolling his feet up to strike the weapons from his enemy's hand, using the momentum to swing around and bring himself back to his feet. He stepped back and re-formed his whip, wrapping it around his body, He appeared ready to fling the razor sharp blades at his attacker any second. A single bead of sweat trickled from his brow and struck the ground at his feet. He flung it out at last, endeavoring to ennare his foe's limbs.

For his size, the Warlord was very agile, and his power grew as the fight wore on, the whitish energy becoming nearly blinding as the constant stream of energy from his eyes pierced his foe. If he was unnerved by Solitaire's words, he hid it well.

In the midst of the fight, Alkanphel sensed Solitare was attempting to create some new trap for him. Turning, he saw his foe's avatar. He spat in contempt and with but a gesture, it was jumped by Alkanphel's troll guard. He squared off with the real solitaire again and cracked his neck. "You'll be getting no such help from your petty tricks with me, my friend. You take me for a fool," he said, with a scowl

What few Balrogs had been freed with their fights with the Harlequins began pursuing the Rangers. What few Harlequins that could be taken alive were hauled in shackles to the rear of the formation, where Uruk Taskmasters drove their formations forward. Thousands of them flung their rifles over their shoulders, brandishing hooks, chains, maces, swords, clubs and various other impliments of melee warfare, charging one and all at their attackers as the Imperial Marines casually maneuvered away from beneath the air battle raging above.

Troll-built missile batteries continued to hammer away at the enemy ships, oblivious of the consequences. Reinforcements were easily arranged, but not needed yet. So far some few hundreds more uruks had been lost [as they werent a major part of the land battle at first, with the marines marching at the fore], along with a company or two of the Olog-Hai Troll Guard. Wyverns continued to streak over the attacking forces, their massive claws reaching to the ground and plucking hapless rangers from the ground and crushing them. They took light losses, losing an additional dozen or so. A handful of Balrogs seemed to be injured, though none yet had fallen.

Gunship escort retreated, pulling out entirely

[so whats the deal with the gravships? yea or nay?]

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
[i]He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

((You could pull them back, at the risk of them getting lost. It's impossible, AFAIK, to escape the Webway without a portal - just as it's impossible to escape the real universe without a portal. The gates in Arda can grow to be quite large - 50 meters in diameter for short times. If that's large enough to shove a gravship through, then by all means.))

The great silver figure surges forward ahead of the incubi, shrieking its rage and bloodlust. For a moment, the ruddy light of the Web reflects in its eyes and throws a meager cast upon its face. The Nightbringer drives into the flank of the Eldar force, its great scythe-arm rising and falling again and again. Its taloned fingers snatch at those who escape the scythe by luck or some degree of skill.

Moments later, the charging incubi catch up to the stargod like a great black tide crashing upon their foes.

Elsewhere...

The column regroups and reorganizes to take into account the losses incurred in the ambush. Two full squads of warriors lie dead: either felled by the Kionashi and Harlequins, or wounded and dispatched by their compatriots. A number of reavers totalling about a squadron either lie in smoking ruins or lost in the Web. Those who fall behind are left behind.

The small army turns towards the possible hit in the search for Tor Yvresse. The leaders press the ranks into a forced march to reach the gate quickly, to establish a beach head before the Kionashi can close it.

Nightbringer... Here If the sight of Balrogs and Dragons un-nerved the Kionash it was nothing to the sight of death incarnate, Nightbringer, the terror that had brought death meaning to the Eldar at the begining of their history, their foes had truely prepared for this fight!

Onboard the Asuryan's Hand, flagship of the fleet the Admiral weighed up his options, the Nightbringer would shatter the charge, he knew that, they had failed... Still perhaps he could bring about something, a small measure of defiance, and hope for his people...

'Set to Ram, target the Nightbringer, I want all power charged into the Engines, bring him down with our deaths, at least then without the Avatar of Death our people stand a chance, a small chance...'

The Crew Nodded, and the vessels engines went to full the guns falling silent, as it gathered speed and aimed directly into the heart of their foe, Aspect warriors where already falling back, even Exarchs knowing they where outmatched... Onboard the rest of the fleet, vessels began to turn about, and depart rapidly for the heart of the Web, they would come back strike again, but this strike had failed, re-inforcments where needed and soon. Messages where sent to the Kionash fleet, and returned, the request for re-inforcements would be agreed to. They still had a chance here in the Web to turn back the enemy. They would make their stand soon, in the heart of the Web. The Titans and the Warriors where ready... One last battle, the council felt it would come to, one pitched battle if they could turn back the Uruks, and Melkor, then the Fallen would stand alone...

The Solitaire was doomed he knew that, he could not defeat Alkanphel, indeed he began to wonder if he would even hurt the man... Still Doom was not new to him, and so if he despaired to face this creature, he did not show it. 'Beast, you think I fear you? Your master is an empty husk compared to what fate awaits me... Your master is a pitiful scream in the night, a mirror of a darkness untold.'

As he spoke the Solitaire began to dance and twist for all he was worth, leaping over blade and whip strike, blade singing out for one more strike. Seeking flesh, finnaly he struck outwards with all his body, leaving himself open for the return blow, a blow that would finish him, and this was a part of his plans, a single blow to wound his foe, and then he would die.

((Casualties, 30 of The Harlequins, 32 of the Rangers, 545 of each Aspect Warrior... and of course the Falgship of the fleet when it impacts into Nightbringer...))

((of course the Falgship of the fleet when it impacts into Nightbringer...))

((Assuming it deigns to remain tangible. :shock: :wink: ))

Alkanphel battled on, allowing no handicap to be shown. In truth, he had been stabbed several times--Solitare's blows landed about his shoulders and chest. He struggled with the pain to remain mobile, not allowing himself to be hindered. The pain alone could not kill him.

Suddenly, Alkanphel flung down his sword nad began fighting hand-to-hand. Apparently, this syle of fighting was his specialty, artful as he was with a blade. Charging at Solitatire with a flurry of blows, his hand caught his adversary's wrist and wrenched the blade from him, thrusting his boot into Solitaire's chest.

Alkanphel reeled and regained his balance. Snickering, he cast Solitaire's blade to the ground and his hands began to glow. With a complicated gesture of his hands, he conjured a bolt of bluish white energy, which cackled as it shot from Alkanphel's fingertips towards the enemy. His hands groped out at the stunned Solitaire, lifting him to his feet with what strength Alkanphel could muster. Sensing his opportunity, Alkanphel stepped to the side, slipped around behind his foe, and snappe dhis neck neatly. The whole maneuver took less than a second, and it almost seemed that Alkanphel simply did it at will.

His eyes flashed again as he lifted his chin to the roar of the Balrogs, revelling for a moment in his glorious victory. Stooping down, he tucked his and Solitaire's blades into his robes and stumbled back to the command line, which was still freaking waiting for the Dark Eldar to tell them wehre the hell to go [ooc: hint hint Raem].

A phalynx of Field Commanders met the Warlord, and tended to his injuries, to what extent they could.. On the ground, the enemy was being routed. In the air, however, the threat of the Eldar Fleets lommed, and no one knew whether or not they had reinforcements coming.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

*tagged*

[ooc: forgot to note that Tor gave me permission to kill Solitaire btw]

Indeed much would depend on the next few hours, the Kionash plans had been set in motion, they waited now only to see if they would succed. A Gambit had been placed, a trap had been set and all they waited for was the final pieces to fall into place...

They waited for a sign from the prisoners... If the bait had been taken the Eldar would have to reposition themselves quickly, if it was not then they would strike soon.

((Hehe, A little post not saying much I know i to wait on Raem, and Melkor, if you interagote the prisoners tell me via TG, and I will tell you what they reveal))

OOC Sick of waiting for Raem... So on with the war. Melkor Interogation reveals a Gateway to Tor Yvresse, large enough for even the Grav Ships to passthrough. It's the single largest Gateway on TY and has not been closed, as far as the Prisoners know, because it allows the Titans through and into the web. This would be revealed after say 3 Days Gametime of torture.


IC

The next attack was gathered in force now. It would be the first major Strike upon their foes, warned now of the true size and force gathered against them the Council would not hold back.

Three Legion of Vaul Engines had been gathered or this strike their forms towering over the rest of the Kionash forces, standing with them where over 400 Wraithlords, Giant Robotic forms two-three times the size of men, and a further 600 Wraithgaurd stood with the Lords. Iyaana Farseer, Warlady of the Kionash led this Armoured fist. From another turning in the Web, one that joined from a different angle the same intersection The Avatar himself led a Legion of Aspect Warriors, 10,000 Howling Banshees, a further 10,000 Striking Scorpions and in front of them the Elite Shining Spears rode ontheir Jetbikes ready to strike their foes.

At yet another Passage, the last of the Strike force was gathered, The entirty of the Khaines Fleets had met with surviving elements of the Asuryan Fleet, onboard Khaines fury the Flagship commanding this last force was Telgorthrind, their target would be Melkors Grav Ships, they would wipe the Web clear.

All was set all that was needed was the enemy to come into position.

'It's time begin operations Admiral inform Iyaana, she is to begin the assult. Also inform the council that I preparing to initiate the Balrog Gambit. may Ishar return to us.'
The look of confusion on the Admirals face turned to one of shock, he had not been informed of what this Gambit was, and he was not expecting Telgorthrind's next movements. Drawing his Witchblade swiftly The Eldar rammed it into the deck of the Falgship, opening and exposing the Infinity Circuit that lay at the heart of the vessel. then he joined body, soul and mind with the souls of the ship, much as he did in the Dome of the Crystal Seers, he channeled the strength of the ancient deceased Eldar into himself and through himself, for a second the lights on the Void stalker dimmed, Still the plans where not complete.

Now Telgorthrind reached into his robes and withdraw a single Gemstone, inside it rested the soul of Melien, the High farseer before Telgorthrind, a potent source of energy initself. combined with the SOuls of the Vessel, and with Telgorthrinds might, and all further heightened by the effect of the Witch Blade, the closest analogy would be comparing the energy being channeled to that of a Nuclear reactor, all of it would be aimed at a single goal.

Rapidly the features of the Farseer changed shape, altered and twisted, as the Crystal that slowly spread across all farseers seemed to race now to consume the body of Telgorthrind, as he mouth began to open and words began to tumble out.

Kian Udun, uel Belac et-Deash-Ag Uel tossirial et-Deash-Ag. Ill-tossairail.
Qualistar Asuyran Kian ellithalli
Dinilian et-Eu Khailia-Mensha-Khaine Iarstill Deash-Ag
Tannascurath Tossirial Sol-Gorach Deash-Ag
Esika-Kian Ishar-Kionash elli-ashafares.

Belac Et-Deash-Ag Ill-ascurath, Shenestra-Trill, Morgoths Losseainn et-Deash-Ag et-Badbaltrilas. Elli-Asafares.
The words where repeated as the eneries of the spell where shaped and formed, aimed, at a single goal to wipe clear the Web of the Balrog taint that had stepped onto it. For the Council had came to a realisation. The Balrogs where Deamons, and the Council could banish Deamons, but the Balrogs where Deamons of the Physical world, one cannot banish what belongs in a place. The Web however was not a part of the Physical, in stepping into the Web the Balrogs had left the place they belonged, and opened themselves up to the powers of the council.

Even as the Spells energies where gathered the Armies gathered began the charge, Titans smashed into and through Uruk lines their targets where set, they aimed for the Draghons of Morgoth, huge Robotic forms with fists the size of Tanks sought to grapple with the ancient terrors of an age long gone.

Smaller robotic forms of Wraithlords tangled with Uruks and Southron fists able to wrap around a mans head smacked into flesh, and underneath the fists spewed Flames that burnt as strong as Napalm. Smaller Robots moved amongest the Lords, firing point blank displacing the forces of Morgoth where they hit. From elsewhere came the shapes of Eldar led by the form of the Avatar of Khaine, some danced lightly amongest the baldes of their foes, their screams freezing the bodies of the weakwilled for the briefest of seconds, others stalked throughout the fight, thick armour taking blows while balde chewed and swirled.

In the 'Air' the fleets of Tor Yvresse struck aiming for the mighty Grav fleets of morgoth. 15 smaller vessels, three packs struck at the dreaded Skyfurnace while other vessels danced in the skys packs hunting and exploding. Fighters twisted and danced with other fighters before a flash of light and an explosion. All the while the energies for the spell gathered...

((Translation of the spell
Flame of Udun, The way is bared, the path is closed.
No more shall you tread these roads.
Deamon of Darkness, Asuryans Flame denies you.
Fallen of Eu Khaines Blade Bars you.
Spirit-Warrior the Roads of the Laughing One Deny you.
Terrible-Flame, Ishars children are lost to you.

The way is Closed, you shall not Walk it, Damnations-Blade Morgoth’s Chosen, the way is bared by the Lady armed with Double Blades of light, The way is lost. Side note. Losseainn actually translates to Space Marine, but in WH40K it could be argued that Space Marines are the Emporers chosen, and I liked the word))