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Arthas Menethil     A new Unification has occurred. From the perspective of the Multiverse, yet another planet has joined among countless others in space, and has become linked to the Warp Gate network. There was already a dimensional portal there, so they just kind of... Merged. So far, nothing and no one has emerged, but there's weak, scattered radio signals, and loads of magical energy, noted by those organizations and individuals with the appropriate sensory equipment.

    The radio signals are in a strange pseudo-Germanic-sounding language that isn't present on any Earth, from the sounds of it, but picking out meaningful dialogue is very difficult due to how sporadic messages are, so maybe there's just enough missing in the static and signal decay to make identification hard right now.

    The magic is a cludge of various sources all bleeding into each other, with undertones of something deeper, and ancient, reverberating at the most subtle and hard-to-detect levels. The sort of thing that might draw the attention of any number of magical societies or explorers.

    From the perspective of the other side of the portal, there's a cave with a swirling portal inside, and outside is a descending path down to some sort of natural, woodsy-looking environment, with fog flowing low over moss, grass, and old fallen branches, creating an eerie almost soupy appearance to the ground. There are figures in violet robes with an eye symbol on the chest visible from the cave entrance, conducting some sort of... Research or ritual. Glowing circles on the ground shine up through the fog, giving shifting illumination that vaguely resembles storm clouds.

    Men in armor, on and off of horseback, are also milling around or standing guard. Blue features heavily in their attire, as well as very large pauldrons and very large hammers.
Raziel Hearing the new world, and being drawn to it as a member of the Concord to scout it out, Raziel would be one of the first through the gate.  The creature, if you could call him that, was very blue and very similar to what would be considered the 'forsaken' someday.  Black hair, and two orbs that resemble eyes but just glow with a green light.  Instead of fingers, there are three claws on each hand, as well as cloven-like feet.  There is no stomach, just the backbone and partial revelation of the ribcage.  

The lower half of his face is unseen, a tabard wrapped around like a mask.  As he walks out, there is a strange swirling of energy around his arm.  Those with the ability to see magic could see it is the ghost of a blade, seemingly symbiotically bound (or rather, parasitically bound) to his body and soul itself.  

'Entering through the portal transported me to a new realm.  The cave was damp and dark, and walking to the outside lead to a forest of sorts.  There was a fog that was bleeding through the trees and old growth, giving the appearance of stew, rather than air.  Out of the corner of my eye I spotted men, researching or casting some sort of ritual.  I knew not what they were doing, but there was a strange 'eye' symbol on their clothing, indicating some sort of order.  With them, likely, were their bodyguards.  The armor in this world spouting very large shoulder guards.'

Raziel stepped forward, towards the group themselves.  
Theurgus     Somewhere in the Multiverse, in an area where 'Magic' would be uncommon or unheard of.

    "... and that is my report on current affairs within Locus. I hope you found it informative." Charta's voice concludes, her eyes opening then squinting into a frown as she finds her 'audience' asleep. "Well I never!" She folds her arms, and is about to start admonishing the group when her eyes fly open and she lets out a surprised sound. "HAWAWAWAWAWA!"

    Theurgus blinks awake, looking at her assistant and friend. "Something wrong, Grimoire?" she asks, stretching and rubbing her eyes.

    "Yes, actually. You fell asleep during my lecture. Again!"

    "I meant what's got you in a tizzy."

    "Oh, that's less important, but I just detected a massive surge of magical energy above the superplanet. A new unification, most likely, to a highly saturated wo--- where are you going?"

    "To investigate. You're welcome to join me. Little Arcana can keep watch while we take a look."

    "Come back here this instant, I am no done scolding you for falling asleep!"

    So, the pair just stroll through the connected Warpgate, the small fairy riding a book constantly chiding the tall, blue-haired human-looking woman who is ignoring her companion and looking around like a child who just walked past the threshold to a toy or candy store. "Facinating."
Nova Terra     -- A short time ago --

    Space warps, a streak of light streaming out of it and reforming into a ship. Its large wings fold down into place as it slows to a relative halt not far from the planet. On board the vessel, Nova walks down the hall to the bridge. She nods to the two Marines guarding the door before walking through and coming to a stop. She stares out the bridge windows at the world ahead, asking, "So that's the new planet the sensor net detected?"

    Tapping commands into a console off to the side, Nova's technical specialist, Reigel, nods, "Definite signs of life. Initial scans suggest pre-industrial societies. However, I am detecting radio signals and an unusual energy signature from this location."

    A point is highlighted on the large screen that folds down from the ceiling. Nova stares at the screen for a moment, considering...

    Nova smiles, "Well, I guess we should take a look then." She spins around, beginning to walk out again as she says, "Ready a dropship and a squad of marines. I'm going down."

    -- Now --

    A terran dropship plummets down through the sky, its hull still glowing a little from the heat of re-entry. In the hold, Nova stands amidst a group of her marines in their black power armour. She grabs onto a railing as the dropship shakes, tapping the side of her visor, "Stay low. Let's not spook the locals."

    "Roger that. ETA to drop site, three minutes." The dropship levels out and begins skimming across treetops. Soon enough its engines rotate as it slows, coming down into a clearing and hitting the ground hard. Within moments the rear hatch opens and the squad of marines rushing out to surround the ship, their large weapons raised in anticipation of a fight. Not that there is one.

    Nova calmly walks out after the squad, reaching up to lower her visor over her eyes. Her HUD highlights the direction towards the detected signals. She announces to her squad, "Hold position here for my signal. I'm going to check this out myself." Blue light washes over Nova's body, rendering her invisible as she starts heading for the site of the readings, already picking up on the collection of minds there.
Arthas Menethil     Some sort of mystical alarm goes off, apparently, because people emerging from the Warp Gate has some of those nearest whipping their heads around and calling out to those around them in their almost-familiar-but-not-quite language. "Beware! Something has come through the portal!"

    While the ones in robes seem to be preparing spells, both the men with the huge pauldrons and hammers, and the soldiers in slightly more conventional armor and helmets ready themselves for trouble.

    But then there's a loud noise in the distance like the sky has just been split open, rippling over the forest. It almost seems like a shudder passes through the trees themselves. This causes a diversion of attention for many, but at least one of the armored men with the big maces stays focused. He's an impressive figure, with one of his pauldrons bearing gryphon imagery, and glowing blue eyes to match the man's own. Gold, silver, and blue dominate his color scheme, and even his hair and beard bear the silver of age, blending into golden-brown. His hammer is a massive, glowing-blue, ceremonial-looking sledge that he apparently wields as an actual weapon despite its size and ornate design.

    "Hold!" he calls out to the trio who have appeared, whether Theurgus and Charta have yet to emerge from the cave or not. "You trespass within the kingdom of Gilneas. Identify yourself and your purpose here at once!"

    A helmeted man in similar attire rides up beside the first man, sea-green eyes glinting out of the visor slit.

    While the other men and women try to determine if they are being attacked, and from where, and by whom, priorities are made by those with the will and experience to remain calm.
Theurgus     Theurgus pauses, giving a merry greeting to Raziel once she spots him, before looking back to the men in armour. "Well met! Your world has joined a vast conglomeration known as the Multiverse. My name is Theurgus, The Mad Magician. I am a leader, exploring this new world. This is my assistant." she gestures to Charta. "And do not worry about him, he is rather harmless despite his appearance." she adds, gesturing to Raziel. "I also represent a faction known as the Concord. Who here can represent your world and speak for your people?"

    Charta rolls her eyes a bit, floating up beside Theurgus' shoulder. "My name is Charta. Forgive my companions eccentricities. We are NOT here on official Concord behest. I cannot speak for our other companion on that point, but myself and the baffoon are here merely out of curiosity.""
Raziel Raziel holds his hands out, motioning that he means no harm.  He makes sure to carefully make sure to communicate his intentions with his body language, knowing full well of his appearance is likely to frighten and scare others without prior knowledge.  He is calm about it, this was something he had come to accept.  

However, by their lack of immediately trying to smite him, and their call for his name and intentions he speaks calmly.  Despite his appearance, he speaks cultured and deliberately, mincing no words or hiding intention.  He looks sideways towards Theurgus as she introduces herself as 'mad mage'.  

'I fear that my present company may increase the challenge of this first meeting, more so than my appearance seems to.  While I respect my compatriots, I fear that the job of Charta would be a difficult one.'

"Forgive our intrusion into your lands, I come from as they said, the Multiverse.  I was asked to scout out these new lands, ascertain any threats and any potential allies and report back.  Despite my appearance, I do not mean any harm, nor do I wish any fight.  If you like, I can provide information about the greater Multiverse.  If you simply wish me to leave, I will do so as well."
Nova Terra     Nova presses her invisible body up against a tree not too far away from the gathering. She peeks out from behind it, zooming in on the meeting. She chuckles quietly, "Looks like they already have guests." Her HUD highlights Theurgus, Charta and Raziel, the system recognizing them. Nova does too. Not too bad in her books. For being Concord that is.

    Nova turns to look at the two large men greeting them. That's some heavy armour. Fancy too. Reminds her of a certain hyper advanced alien race.

    It's when Nova looks at the concentrating men in robes that Nova's interest is peaked, "You picking up on this?"

    Reigel responds over the radio, "Indeed. The source of the unusual energy signatures perhaps?"

    Nova hmphs in annoyance, "It's magic, isn't it?"

    "That seems likely."

    Nova mutters something about magic.

    Reigel comms, "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

    Nova hmphs, "Nevermind. I'm going to see if I can pick out what they're doing."

    Focusing her mind on one of the robed men, Nova attempts to touch on his. She doesn't try to go very deep, mainly focusing on surface thoughts as they should be sufficient to learn about their intentions.
Arthas Menethil     Tensions are high for a lot of reasons, not the least of which are Raziel's appearance and the ominous noises that may even now still be echoing even if the source of them may have found a place to settle down. There is some muttering about 'sourceless thunder' between one pair of mages, and the word 'dragons' floats briefly before the one who uttered it is shushed. One older man, bald but with thick, fiery red eyebrows and a bushy moustache of the same color, somewhat wide of girth, steps forth, and calls to Theurgus, "It is quite unusual to willingly call oneself 'mad'. What form of magic do you wield, 'Magician'?"

    The knight turns to look at the mage and says, "With all due respect, Arcanist, please hold your inquiries until we have ascertained more about these newcomers. But that is also an astute observation." His focus returns to the trio as the Arcanist bows his head and backs up to return to the ranks of the Silver Hand, despite looking more like he belongs with the mages. "I am Uther, a Knight of the Silver Hand. This 'Multiverse' you speak of is unknown to us, and your Concord as well."

    Those glowing blue eyes focus on Raziel as Uther lays his mace across the back of his warhose. "I know not what manner of being you are, but I should warn you that trafficking with demons is not tolerated. If you associate with them, your best course of action would be to return whence you came."

    The man next to Uther raises a hand and says, "Uther. Allow me to speak to them."

    The larger of the two inclines his head in acquiesence though he doesn't take his eyes off the newcomers.

    The other takes off his helmet carefully, allowing long blonde hair to spill out. Holding his helmet under one bulky, armored arm, he addresses the trio. "I am Prince Arthas Menethil, son of King Terenas Menethil the Second, King of Lordaeron. The kingdom you find yourself in is, as Uther mentioned, Gilneas, one of the members of a union of forces we call the Alliance. There is no one ruler over our world, and we are speaking within the domain of King Genn Greymane, but as a representative of the Alliance and heir to the throne of Lordaeron, I will speak on behalf of my people."

    Nova's mental probe of one of the men turns up fear, curiousity, battle readiness, and thoughts swirling around about what has been said so far, if the Multiverse is more likely to have something to do with the Great Dark Beyond or the Twisting Nether, and has also apparently noticed certain aspects of Raziel's appearance that remind him of necromancy. He's pondering whether to speak up on that last point, but after the Arcanist was cordially told to shush for now, he decides it's not his place. His thoughts are going a mile a minute and have already shifted to some incident with another respected mage leaving somewhere called Dalaran over accusations of involvement with necromancy. Someone named Kel'Thuzad.

    It may be a lot to take in.
Theurgus     Theurgus opens her mouth to speak, only to be shushed by a summary smack to the temple with a... whatever it is. Looks like a sheet of paper folded to look like a fan, might be an actual fan. Either way...

    Charta speaks, while giving Theurgus' hurt and pouty face a stern frown. "As I said, she is rather eccentric." she looks to the bushy moustachioed mage. "Locus, the Diamond City of Magic, is a font of all kinds of arcane knowledge. Elemental, Celestial, Abyssal and more. The knowledge is academic. In common use, Lady Diamond Soul uses elemental magicks, as do I." she then demonstrates by holding both of her tiny arms forward, and conjuring a sextet of elemental bolts that just hang in the air. "Flame, Ice, Shock, Burst, Divine and Void." she says, indicating each coloured mote in turn. Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, White and Black.

    Charta does allow Raziel to speak for himself, rather than trying to defend him... pragmatically trying to keep the two parties separate so at least one avenue can progress if the other closes off.
Raziel "Nah, I am no demon.  I am a spirit, the is able to take form in the material world.  I know what I look like, and I apologize for the form I am forced to take, but it was not by my will I have come to inhabit this body.  I was, once, a knight much like you all.  I served faithfully, for millennia, before I was...killed over jealousy by my creator." He explains, "I was forced into this body by something claiming to be my world's cycle of life and death, though I know better than to trust it."

He says, again, with fluent speech and behavior, much like a noble knight should speak and act.  When Arthas addresses them, he nods once towards the man, offering a hand (though not the one that glowed with that peculiar light.  Taken or not, Raziel continues to speak.  

"As for your questions on demons, I do not traffic with them.  They have come to harm my world as well, and I have dealt with them with the only means that they deserve...with a blade." Raziel turns his gaze back to Arthas, speaking calmly, "I am Raziel, I hail from a world called Nosgoth, and I am a member of the Concord.  We are all experts, specialists, and have banded together for our common good.  I can speak more on this if you wish, but I am here out of both curiosity and understanding."

"As for the Multiverse, it is a large span of worlds, all connected through various means.  Some are similar...many are not.  There are lands like ours, and those who come from what might be called 'modern' age, or 'futuristic' age."
Nova Terra     It is a lot to take in. Especially for someone who's not familiar with the world.

    However, there are some things Nova can pick up on. Particularly the thoughts about the so-called 'Great Dark Beyond' or 'Twisting Nether'. She doesn't get the specific details, but the general feelings are familiar.

    "Sheesh, does every world have its own version of the Void?"

    While it was more of a rhetorical question, Reigel does respond, "Clearly there exist numerous universes. It is a safe assumption that a trans-dimensional space like the Void could have other versions too."

    Nova hmms, "Similar, yet different, right?"

    "Indeed. I have not detected any obvious Xel'Naga signatures."

    "Good. Last thing we need is more of their meddlings."

    Nova moves away from the tree she was hiding behind, reporting, "I'm going to get a closer look." Her armoured boots softly pad down the grass as she moves towards to the gathered group.
Arthas Menethil     The conjuring of magic bolts draws both caution and interest from various parties. The Arcanist says, "The naming schema for your spellwork is... Intriguing. That you wield magic, divine influence, and the power of the accursed Void, is something I would like to discuss with you further at another time. Here, priests and paladins draw upon the Light, the Void is a forbidden, corrupting influence, and magic is not compatible with those who use prayer to gain their strength."

    Arthas listens attentively to Raziel's story, carefully schooling his expression to not betray his feelings. "That is quite the story. To be cursed so by your... Creator, despite being a loyal knight. You must have suffered much. I am certain that there will be those among both these honorable wizards of Dalaran and in my father's court who would be glad to hear more about each of you. Banding together to unify strengths in protecting those who rely upon us while safeguarding our national interests is very much the guiding principle of the Alliance."

    Those magic circles glowing up through the fog aren't just for show. As Nova approaches, some sort of shimmering magical barrier flows over her, and attention snaps towards her from several nearby mages just like when Raziel, Theurgus, and Charta emerged from the cave. They may not not specifically who or what just did that, but they have a decent idea of the point of incursion. "Another intruder! They are using some sort of invisibility spell!"

    That news has people both closing ranks and returning their attention to these people from the 'Concord' due to their arrival coinciding with a concealed intruder.
Nova Terra     Shit.

    She is discovered.

    This is why Nova hates magic.

    Presence already given away, Nova figures there isn't much point in staying cloaked any more.

    Blue light washes over Nova's position, revealing her standing there. She might look a little weird to the group of paladins and mages. Given her skin-tight bodysuit with armored sections and lights that pulse along both. She's visibly armed, with the large rifle on her back alongside some sort of device that looks like a sword. But her hands are currently empty.

    Nova stands there silent for a moment. Not entirely sure what to say. She then raises her visor off her eyes to rest on her head. She gives the two paladin leaders a smile and a wave, "Uhh... Yo." Pause. "Welcome to the Multiverse?" Yeah. That works. Not suspicious at all.
Raziel Raziel nods at the comments, "Ah I see, then we are of similar mind, I would like to see about co-" Then hell breaks loose when someone trips a magical ward.

Raziel looks genuinely confused by the fact there was somebody invisible there.  His hands move out, once more indicating he is not trying to deceive.  When, however, the person was detected, and comes out of hiding, Raziel narrows his eyes at them.  

"I would ask what you are doing here, but I can wager a guess.  She is not with me, nor do I consider her my ally," Raziel comments in a more annoyed voice than surprised or worried.  With a shrug of his shoulders, he crosses his arms.  "Well, as our conversation is no longer a private matter, I feel we should either move somewhere less public or agree to meet again."
Nova Terra     Nova wasn't asked. But she replies to Raziel anyway, "What? Just thought I'd check out the new neighbours. Nothing wrong with that." Suuuuure.

    But, it appears that Nova is not welcome here any more. Although, was she ever? Nova begins to back away. But she does say to the two paladins, "Some advice, since you're new and all. Don't trust them. I've met their leader. I've also fought demonic monstrosities born of the Void. The two aren't entirely dissimilar." Nova looks a little disturbed as she says this. But she does add, "I will admit the former has a far nicer appearance. But that just makes her all the more insidious."

    Nova turns away, seemingly confident in turning her back on them all. She gives them a parting wave as she heads off, ?Be interesting to see how long you last here.?
Arthas Menethil     A Rogue of some kind, in enchanted armor? That's an actual possibility here, even if such armor would be ludicrously expensive or legendary in some form. The fact that she is apparently also from the Multiverse though, and Raziel disavowing any alliance with her, has Arthas turning to Uther and saying, "It looks like this is going to get more complicated before it becomes less so, Uther. Perhaps we should invite these guests to join us somwhere closer to home, as Sir Raziel suggests?"

    Uther sighs, looking like he's getting a headache. "I will ask our friends from Dalaran to transport them and us back to Lordaeron. It will get us out of the way of their research and hopefully avoid any political fallout of negotiating in King Greymane's lands. Arcanist Doan, would you mind?"

    Doan, the firey-moustached man from before, says, "Certainly. I will make the necessary preparations."