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Ela'Ashbel     Location: Earth
    Year: 2142
    Status: Apocalypse

    Earth had gone to hell, and that was no exaggeration. Humans, hating each other more than they were afraid of the consequences, destroyed their planet. Now, much is a wasteland, a rotten ruin of what it once was. Cities were desolate, entire plains were radioactive, and the majority of its denizens, aside from the lucky few, were nothing more than mindless mutants and for lack of better words: zombies.
    However, as depressing and useless as this corner of the multiverse might be, it could not be entirely ignored. Farseer Ela'Ashbel had divined the location of a warp rift opening, and had dispatched her forces to secure it so that it could be closed before the forces of chaos could secure a foothold in the area. Knowing that it would be dangerous, she sent out a message to anyone willing to assist, and hoped that others would arrive to lend aid. For once the rift stabilized, she would personally be tied up in closing it, leaving a handful of her elite warriors to defend her.
    Currently, nestled away in a small hab-block of a blown-out city, the eldar force had erected barriers, blocked streets, and collapsed buildings in an attempt to secure the area around the impending rift. However, the activity, as well as the rift itself, was drawing the denizens of the world to them. It would not be long before they would be under attack by swarms of mutants. Fortunately, Ela'Ashbel had opened her own warp gate to allow reinforcements to arrive within their defensive perimeter, so no one would have to fight their way through hordes just to help out.
Karian Icefang     While the eldar's plan was noble at heart, the Imperium didn't know that. So the local regiment put out a call for their most powerful allies. Needless to say, the Space Wolves answered. They deployed a fair bit away from the rift, but slowly they approached. "Keep your eyes open....no idea what we can expect here."
Cirra Constantine Zombies are much more serious bussines in her world then in many where they're taken as merely 'environmental hazards' or an effect of a brief collapse of local authority, or a natural side effect of kids at summer camp.

    No, in Galandia Zombies mean /vampires/ are about. And although she's been assured this isn't the case here, the idea of a hoard of zombies, with no organizational head to cut off wandering freely through a warp gate is all most, if not as chilling as the idea of Vampires using them as pawns. Anyone could use them as cover if they thought strategically enough.

    But the Judges of Ramuh don't deploy in squadron sizes for missions like this. They send singular operatives. Ones that are trained in One vs. Many compbat.

    Cirra Constantine steps out of the Eldar warp gate, eyes behind the red techni-magic visor of her horned helmet. Her stance suggest a taciturn personality, but she holds one arm across her stomach with the fist closed and bows towards her hosts.

    "Good Day to you. I am the represenative of Ramuh from Galandia here to assist, Judge Cirra Constantine." Well at least this human knows pleasentries. "My specialties are in funneling the enemy forces towards a preferd positions, tell me where I may assist."
Athela Valemore     Is this what the world would look like if Regigigas won with the horrific Hollowed and other spawn it has sent to torment Lifekind with? Athela can only imagine, and hope to never find out for certain.

    But a call for help is a call for help, and no true knight would turn away from that regardless of the world's state of affairs. But the broken urban environment wasn't really suitable for riding her Samurott (who was also still resting from Giant Space Hamster encounter) so instead she has borrowed a Rapidash for the excersion. Though truth be told, riding onto the scene out of the warpgate on a majestic stallion alit in flames does cut a nice, knightly profile for arrival. Even with a small humanoid holding a large square-off log sitting behind her. "I heard there was need of brave souls against a potential threat?" She lets go of the reigns of the Rapidash with one hand to make a quick salute-like gesture. "Dame Athela Valemore, Knight-Errant of the Sword of Tides, at your service." She keeps to the shorter version of her title, for sake that it might not be long before they are under attack.
Alden Alden is starting to think he might need to figure out a way to make his entrances more dramatic, or even just find a way to look more impressive!. He arrives a few moments after the knight on the horse arrives, a small lizardish creature with a wolf pelt on, and a tiny catgirl robot perched on his shoulder. He looks around for a moment, waving, and feeling rather out of place besides the others. "Hello, I'm Alden... did you send a request for help?" he asks.
Ela'Ashbel     The approach is mostly safe for Karian and his Wolfguard, but the potential threat is there. Zombies and mutants hide in the shadows, stalking them with a feral cunning. These are not intelligent beasts, anymore, but they are out for blood today. The closer Karian gets to the encampment, the more mutants there are hiding and following them, slowly forming a tide in their wake.

    The others arrive to find Ela'Ashbel waiting. She greets them with a brief nod, allowing the trio to gather before introducing herself. "I am Farseer Ela'Ashbel, and it was I who called you here, because this is a moment of great urgency. This rift is soon to open, and when it does, we will have a short window to close it before the greatest threat to the multiverse pours through in a mass we cannot hope to stand against."
    She gestures to her soldiers, setting up and preparing to defend. They had isolated three approaches, one which Karian would no-doubt be arriving from shortly, and had made them killing fields. Shuriken cannons were established, ready to cut down swathes of enemies alongside the handful of guardians that were there beside them. Each squad had a warlock with them to direct and receive orders from Ela as events unfolded.
    "We have to hold here, and my rangers have informed me that the 'natives' are coming soon. It is only a matter of time before they make things uncomfortable for us."
Athela Valemore     Athela and her Timburr lower themselves from the Rapidash, and Athela sends it back through the warpgate before it is closed. It was only a means of transport, best to let it run back to home rather the fight.

    She grips and draws her sword from her side. "Then we shall just make things uncomfortable for them first, yes?" Looks like the Farseer's forces did a good job of limiting the approachs the local monstrousities will have to come after them. "Stand tall and brave, my allies, lest this world become a haven for more corruption and turmoil." Than it already is. Right. She moves to take position at one of the defense positions, followed by a squooshy sound as Athela's Goomy crawls out of where it was hiding in her armor, and down her arm to deposit it's pinkish slug form ontop of the barricade. Then she grips her sword with both hands to wait, Timburr at her side brandishing the large log like a club.
Alden The digimon moves closer and nods to Ela, listening to the mention of approaching enemies, "So we have to try and stop them from interrupting you from sealing that portal?" he asks, his tail twitching slowly, while his Shinki (the tiny catgirl) seems drawn by the fiery unicorn/horse, jumping out of Alden's shoulder and moving for a closer look. "Anything you can tell me about.. what we are fighting?" he asks, even as he turns to look over his shoulder, and notices that Katze was no longer there.

     He approaches the shinki, asking her to remain behind, just to be safe, "Ok Katze, let's get ready as well." he says. There is a swift movement, where the shinki slides what looks like a simple card from a trading card game through Alden's D-arc (small handheld with a card reader slot), and the digimon glows for a few moments, his form 'exploding' to reveal a far more menacing looking creature, a tall werewolf thing with metal knuckles. "Let's start like this." he muses. "Where should I go?" he asks, a bit unsure.
Cirra Constantine     Cirra looks to Ela'Ashbel as she introduces herself, Farseer. She isn't familier with the title but the conotations of the compound word are rather heavy. So is 'greatest threat ever seen' Though having been around the multiverse for nearly a year and a half, Cirra heard a few of those, but to use the words without a sense of hyperbole do it credit to convince her the Eldar isn't just blowing hot air.

    The Judge nods. "I'll need a bit of extra highground to be most effective in a three pronged defense. Your kill zones are well prepared, but I can entangle only one at a time or provide a temporary barrier for respite. Otherwise..."

    A flash of light, and a long sword made of crystal appears in her hand, then splits apart, transforming into some kind of magitech railgun. "I'll be in direct combat." She walks to outer window of the hab block building and places the rifle's stock against her shoulder as she waits for the first sign of the enemy.
Ela'Ashbel     Ela'Ashbel gestures towards the south-east. "I believe the south-eastern approach could use a bit of reinforcement." She informs Alden. "Unfortunately, most of our battle preparations are... hasty at best." Preparations, as they were, were over, as the mutants started getting a little close for the eldar to be comfortable. Several had sliced them to ribbons with their shuriken launchers.
    "The first enemy are upon us. Fight hard, fight well. And be careful. We do more by surviving than being heroes." She turns back to glance up towards the growing rift and shakes her head. "Hopefully it will be enough."
    True indeed, as the south-east and north entrances were both being rapidly swarmed by mutants, every one of them being cut down for the time being. The advanced weaponry wielded by the eldar was brutal against the unarmored, to say the least, and so far, numbers had not proven sufficient to breach the defensive line. At least, yet.
Cirra Constantine     The enemy has no capacity for ranged combat, as far as they know. This is how they will hold the initial wave. Cirra tries not to take it for granted though and keeps most of her body in cover as she shoots down into the tides of mutated flesh wherever the exploding shards can be most effective: where they clump up, where they come around corners, where ever they surge out of the Eldar's direct line of fire.

    The Judge has to admit the Eldar have combat down to an art. But to Cirra, it's a science. Not just figures and numbers on a spreadsheet, but the knowledge of how an enemy thinks, or doesn't how they attack, how you attack. All of it is a massive equation of probability. She can't see the future like a Farseer, but she sure knows how to stack a deck in her favour.
Athela Valemore     Athela chews her lip thoughtfully for a moment. The two Pokemon with her are more meant for close-range combat, but they had the advantage of the defensive cannons at least for the time being. "Be ready for anything getting closer to the blockade you two." Then Athela raises up her artiface sword, the Resolute Blade starting to glow with a faint seafoam tint as she channels some of her water manipulation through the weapon, and narrows her eyes. When a few mutants manage to making it past the shruiken fire just out of sheer sake of more bodies soaking up the attack before them is when she acts. "Stay back, foul menace!"

    When she swings the charge is released in a narrow stream of pressurized water, to the point that as it lashes at the monsters to knock them back into the firing range of the cannons the movement almost looks like that of a whipsword. Made of water.
Alden Alden seems to regret picking a close range form, especially as he sees the enemies were made for close range, but he thinks that it might be better to save his energy and stay like this, unless something else happens. He walks close to the barricades, ears perked, and scanning the area for any enemy that slips through, growling softly. When one does, he does his best to punch the creature back, or toss it, "Stay back!" he barks.
Ela'Ashbel     Thus far, things were going well. Very few of the zombies and mutants made their way through the overwhelming fire from the eldar, but the arrival of new, larger foes may change that. Hulking over the forms of the zombies, the massive mutant ghouls clobber their way through, soaking up damage and in many cases, breaking into melee with the eldar.
    Ela'Ashbel herself was about to go aid one point, but a massive pulse from the rift that disturbs the entire area, as well as the sound of tearing fabric echoes about. The rift was opening. She gathered up her small, elite guard of warlocks and prepared to work her magic against it. "It's almost time. Hold out for a little longer!" She shouts.
Cirra Constantine     The hulking monsters draw a greater portion of Cirra's attention. She turns to face Adel and lets out a loud whistle to get his attention, and points towards one hulk approaching on approach for his position. "Delay it!"

    The Judge turns to Athela, "I'm going to slow the western approach. Use the time to set up attacks on the Hulks. Be as feirce as you have too!"

    The Judge stands up and flips her rifle around, the barrel closing into a crystal long sword. She reaches down to her side and pulls tarrot like card from thin air. "The..." Sshe tosses it into the air, stabbing it through with the sword and into the ground. "Briar!"

    A magic circle pulses as the rift begins to open, and Cirra grimeces. Whatever The Warp does to Galandian Magic must be unpleasent. A pulse of magic, and crystaline thorn vines grow from the ground of the western kill zone, reaching out to entangle zombies and the Hulks, trying to buy time for the Eldar and the others to take down the priority targets.
Alden Alden finally sees something that makes him worry, growling as he approaches the barricade, facing the closest of the lumbering monsters, rushing closer. "Kaiser nail!" he growls, glad that the creatures are taller than the Eldar, so he does not have much of a chance to cause friendly fire. The digimon's claws glow a bright crimson, and he slashes the air, leaving two trails which form an X shape in front of him, which then shoots forward at high speed. It slams HARD against the head of the large ghoul, certainly more than enough to push through a wall, so it's likely to at least give the thing pause, if not knock it out.
Athela Valemore As expect, the first swarms were just to make way for a larger enemy to approach. Athela nods a bit to Cirra before she moves off but doesn't waste the time it would take to make an elaborate vocal response. She's already focused on considering possible tactics, taking her own and her pokemons' capabilities into consideration. She dislikes giving it any time to advance, but the hulking form has to be just close enough to be in range...

    "Now!" Her Timburr has set his log aside for the moment, and at Athela's command instead pulls some of the vines from his arms and cracks them at the Hulk like whips, using the lashing lengths to try and snare one of it's arms so it can't swing it around.
    Goomy wiggles around like one would expect a pink blob to do, making an odd gurgling noise before opening his mouth disportionatly large to his size and spewing out a large glob of slimy water at the monster with Water Pulse.

    Attacks in their own right, but they're at much keeping the mutant monster at bay so Athela can move into position herself, sword clenched tightly in her grip. "Back to whatever hellish pit ye came from, fiend!" With all her fighting spirit she leaps at the monster, Resolute Blade starting to glow prominantly with divine power of her Patron legendary. "In the name of Keldeo I strike ye down! SACRED SWORD!" The trademark move of the Swords of Justice, which Athela utilizes much the same way a paladin of fantasy would use their power of Smite.
Karian Icefang     Zombies and mutants may surround the heroes and eldar gathered, but they forgot about one crucial thing. They were not alone. From through a building, the echo of a howl erupts, shattering the horde's moans. The Space Wolves had encountered their own bit of combat, but overcame it in typical fashion. As the howls draw closer, the sound of boltgun fire and chainsword revs announce their protest. Finally, The Sons of Russ come into view and with his adamantium blade flashing in the light, Karian slices down a zombie. "FORWARD BROTHERS! FOR THE ALLFATHER!!!!" He shouts. Zombies trying to scale the barricade find that a gauntleted fist would rip them down and with the strength of a Space Marine, slam them back. "I may not like Eldar...but today I'll make an exception." He says, leaping to join the lines. Any zombie or mutant that got close would meet the Wolf's Fang, or the impact of a bolt shell.
Ela'Ashbel     So far, the defenses hold, and with the arrival of the space wolves, it was likely that things would continue going their way. However, that was all soon to change. With the rift now open, chaos spilled forth. Bursts of warp energy slammed into the ground within the defensive perimeter, and from each, a bloodletter howled into existence. Their bodies began to flicker across the battlefield, enacting wrathful death upon anything caught in their way, eldar and mutant alike.
    "Quickly, we must seal the rift!" Ela shouts as she holds out her hands. Channeling runes appear and swirl around her as the farseer rises into the air. Bolts of eldritch energy lash out from her fingertips, spearing bloodletters and tearing apart their ethereal bodies before they can do too much harm, but there are always more appearing.
    As Ela begins her ritual to close the portal, her elite warlocks do their best to defend her and channel her ambient energies into powers to fight the bloodletters, but it would only suffice for so long if the rift kept growing.
Athela Valemore     Athela glances over her shoulder for a moment, even as she backs up a bit towards the others. "If ye can assist Farseer with the closing, then do so. We shall hold the defense." Her best place is fighting, and defending others. So her team shall do so, so those with the real magic can put an end to the chaos trying to rip its way into this realm as well. If one of those bloodletters reappears close to Ela'Ashbel and the warlocks Athela swings her divine sword at it. If she hits or not is unimportant, just that she chases it away again so it cannot interfer. Her best place is to fight and defend, and she will do so to ensure the ones with magic can do their job sealing the tear.

    Her pokemon continue to fight as well. Goomy essentially funtions like a small turrent with its slime-water spitbombs, while Timburr starts picking up large chunks of debris and hurtling it at the mutant hordes with his tremendous strength.
Alden Alden has no clue what is going on, or what these things... emerging all over are, but he decides he might ask about it later!. "I'll help." he tells Athela, since he honestly lacks magic, and has no clue how that works. He basically just punches and kick any creatures that get close by, and ocasionally, breathes fire on them!. He considers trying to do his shield, but he is not sure how it might work with the energy in the air, the chaos energy is making he feel kind of... weird already as it is.
Karian Icefang     Karian takes the scene in as he cuts down another mutant. The rift posed a major problem and the eldar was right. They needed to close it now. "Freyr, help the eldar." The Rune Priest looks to his lord and nods, though he was surprised by that request. Along his staff, the runes would begin to glow as he added the Space Wolves power over the runes into the efforts. "Wolfguard, form a firing line. 5 round bursts, not one step back. When your out of ammo, swap to melee. This line holds." He instructs. With the unified sound of 8 sets of boots locking into place, the zombie and mutant lines that came up would be treated to the explosive power of a unified Space Marine firing line.
Cirra Constantine     The arrival of such heavily armed and armored troops is heartening, but the escape of the Bloodletters from the rift makes Cirra clench her teeth invsibly inside her helmet.

    The Judge drops down from her perch, stabbing her long sword into the neck of a mutant as he looks at the Space MArine commander. "I have no means or intent to tell you how to command your troops, but if you focus those wonderfully explosive weapons on the larger one, I think the rest of us can deal with the smaller ones."

    More Bloodletters make Cirra look at the rift through the red filter of her helmet. She is no Caller or Summoner, she can't understand the veil between worlds. What she has is a magical sword-gun.

Embuded with the power of Law.

    Which, on Galandia *IS* a Divine force.

    TRansforming it back itno rifle mode, Cirra begins firing at anything and everything that tries to slip out the edges of the portal and the party of Warlocks as she advances.
Ela'Ashbel     The bloodletters had been a cause for concern, but the arrival of the space wolves had re-tipped the balance, if only temporarily. Daemons would not die, they'd just return again and again until the rift was closed, but at least it would slow them down to be blown apart by bolters.
    However, what is more concerning is shortly after, a hand the size of a battle tank reaches through the rift supported by an army wholly as wide as a space wolf is tall. Understandably, Ela's ritual becomes a little more frantic, especially as the clawed-fingers of a second hand literally grab the rift and begin to force it open - as if such a thing were actually possible. Which it apparently was as far as this being was concerned.
    The barricades were being overruned, the bloodletters had sort of stopped returning thanks to the rift being plugged by the arm that was grasping for whatever it could get ahold of - which happened to be a bloodletter whose life was promptly snuffed out.
Alden Alden's attention zooms on the giant hand on the rip, "Katze!, full power!" he barks. SEems he must have some comunication device on him, since the Shinki hears the command even when she was out of sight!. The digimon's form glows again, in a way not unlike it did before, revealing a form!. A large quadrupedal robot wolf that snarls at the giganic arm. "Move aside." he asks, "I'll try to see if I can get it to pull back!" he asks. The digimon's eyes glowing red as he focuses his energy.

     One wonders what kind of attack he might do, when his chest opens, and a large, red tipped missile with an angry face painted on (think perhaps bullet bill from mario?) appears, "Giga Missile!" he howls, launching the projectile at the rift, a large explosion engulfing the hand and arm. Seems the blast was contained somewhat, to avoid damaging the others nearby.
Karian Icefang     Karian looks over as he spots the arm emerging. "What in the allfather's name are you doing, Eldar?!" HE shouts. He shifts to shooting down the larger monsters. Freyr, meanwhile, starts pouring more runic energy out. Lightning began to crackle off of his staff, and even along his form. He then nodded towards Cirra and moved to aid in keeping things off Ela'ashbel.
Athela Valemore "Don't let it keep the portal open!" Without a second thought, or concern for her own safety over those trying to close the portal, Athela turns and lunges. Resolute Blade thrusts as she does, trying to dig the divine blade into the demonic fingers and weaken their grip on the edges of the dimensional tear. Any little bit to make it easier to push the thing back through and close the gateway once more. Come on, just a little longer...

    Her pokemon back away from the blockades as mutants start to swarm closer, but never let up in their flinging of attacks at the hordes. Timburr picks his log back up and starts swinging it like a massive club, using its length to keep the monsters at bay as best as possible. Poison doesn't do much against the undead, but Goomy can still spit its slime to try and gum them up or slow them down.
Cirra Constantine     In the midst of GIANT HANDS breaching the portal, Cirra's briar patch spell finally fades, freeing the zombies approaching from the west of any impairment.

    The fighting is getting more and more intense, Cirra is switching between sword and gun mode every half minute to deal with things in close and provide a snap shot of fire support.

    Those hands however, make her shiver. "The Enemy." Chaos. Galandia's Chaos is said to be formless, but all threats take form to inflict damage at some point. Cirra spins around and her eyes glow golden through the red visor.

    It's hard to explain how Galandian 'Jobs' work, but people form patterns as they grow, determining powers. Judges are rare, they are order, law, protection. Some people have two Jobs, Cirra's is Dark Knight.

    But a Dark Knight isn't evil, or crazy. They embodie self sacrifice, neccessity for duty. And they have the power to draw out their maximum power when they're hurt. Two jobs interact in unique ways.

    Cirra walks forward, eyes glowing golden in her helmet as black smoke wafts out of her armor. Her blood, her very life force is decompressing into Magic Particles, pumped directly into her own body. She holds up her sword, which turns into it's Law Card form.

    "For the crimes of gluttony, Averace and Sin unmentionable." She slams the card on the ground as a much much larger magic circle appears then her last spell. "The Lord Ramuh, be he ever wise in the creation of his Laws."

    Cirra swings out one arm. "Finds you, GUILTY!" her own portal open in the sky, silver crystal blades sliding out into reality. "Damocles..."

    She slices her hand through the air.

    "RAIN!"

    Swords drop from the sky for the mutants, the Hulks, and the Demons of the warp, but all evading the fighters she's sided with.
Ela'Ashbel     In what could be considered a stroke of good luck, Ela's ritual seems to come to a close, and with it, so does the rift. The portal slams shut, severing fingers and even the whole arm as if it were nothing. The bodyparts fall to the ground and sploosh into a rush of blood that floods the area instead. Ela herself drops down to the ground and lands a bit unsteady before giving the runepriest a coy smirk. "Saving our lives."
    She then holds up her watch spear. "Quickly, everyone, gather the wounded and retreat through the warp gate." Without hesitation, she stumbles towards the gate, allowing the rest to engage in a fighting retreat.
Athela Valemore     Closed in the nick of time. Ick, what a mess though. Thankfully this isn't a time that they're going to have to clean it up it seems.

"Mizzen, grab anyone that can't walk!" The Timburr salutes and goes to do just that. Despite his small size he's easily strong enough to carry a couple of Eldar over his shoulders if need be. Athela moves to help up someone that only needs the extra support, after getting Goomy back up onto her shoulder. The small slug-dragon will defend them if they need it before getting through the warpgate.
Karian Icefang     Karian nods as the hand is promptly sliced in half. Though at the idea of going through the warp gate caused much hesistation. But in the end, the old wolf grabs up any wounded, and takes off for the portal.
Alden Alden tries to grab a couple people, and bring them to the portal, back and forth, to let teh others help them through!. He moves rather quickly in this form, at least, as long as he does not need to do fancy movements!. Still, soon enough he zooms to grab Katze, and rushes to the warpgate.
Cirra Constantine     With her magic depleted, Cirra walks towards the warp gate with the others. They stopped Something from breaking out this day. But this world is still dead, theres no saving it or it's people. The Judge finally pulls off her helmet to let her silver hair spill out. "Then it's done. For this one time."
Ela'Ashbel     The struggle to get back through the warp gate Ela'Ashbel created was as fierce as any moment thus far. Carrying the injured back through proved a hard task, but was completed, and when it was, Ela closed the warp gate behind them and let out a sigh before sitting down on the nearest seat-worthy object. "Whew... that was close."
Cirra Constantine     Cirra takes the next nearest seat and rests her helmet on her knee. "What was that, that tried to break through?" the silver haired Judge asked.