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@Teoinsanity
They're accepted. Sorry for my slow reply, lot of shit happening right now.

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@Flamelord
Well, they're currently in Italy, I believe. Venezuela, right? So they're WAY away from the main challenger (Nova) right now. Then again, they have warp tech, so they should be able to deep-strike.

Although it might be interesting to see if the Goa'uld would be prepared to ally with some of the other empires in the game.

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@Punished Homura
Ah, sorry. Probably should have. I just thought it was enough that I apped Chaos, but you're right in that the Dark Angels didn't come from there. I do hope I won't have to undo the whole thing?

Also, if you want people to visit other worlds, use a carrot, not a stick. Create a portal, and tell people there's cool shit on the other side of it. Roleplayers are naturally attracted to cool shit, and as such it forms the best lure.

Also, my main point was to attract attention. Considering the fact that no plot had shown it's head, I was basically inserting a plot. This would force the several factions to start interacting with one another, turning Arcadia into the focal point for an inter-faction war. This would then create an interesting setting for other characters to work in, as they could aid or hinder any of the factions. Furthermore, if Conablum labs got involved, that would add further motivation for multiversal travel, to find the labs and steal their tech.

@Absolis
I'm planning an epic show down between Apocalypse and Ika. Amusingly, she's one of the few chars that might stand a chance against him 1v1, due to her supersonic tentacles.

Also, sorry to make you rewrite shit. I'll try and post a warning next time I'm going to post something massive.

@Flamelord
I referred to them as 'the Empire' because I forgot their name. Sorry.... )=

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@Gummi Bunnies@Mtntopview@True Creator@Cuccoruler@Absolis@Lmpkio
"You would run? It seems I overestimated you." The Emperor scowls at Ryu and Kirby, as he makes his way to the centre of his palace. "If you run, then who will save the next world they enter? Who will stand between them, and whatever universe is next on their list? Are you prepared to wash your hands of their blood, to sacrifice their lives to save your own hide? To flee from the enemy is to sacrifice another's loved ones, to allow them to run amok among my children, and the children of a billion others, among a billion other realities." Nova's glare could be felt even as he looked away, and prepared whatever it was he would do. "If you wish to act as a coward, then I will not stop you." With a gesture he formed a portal leading to Arcadia-2. "Through this you will find a peaceful world, one that has not yet seen the terrors that stripped the life from this empty world. I will not follow you, and I cannot give you the Terminal. But you will be able to live peacefully, to eke out whatever existence it is you wish for in that land."

"I, however, refuse to leave. The evils of many realities have found their ways to this realm. I will ensure that they remain here. If that costs my life, then so be it." He gestures, and the piece of floor he's standing on lifts into the air. He moves up towards the ceiling, and any who chose to leave for Arcadia-2 would be left behind. It was in this moment that they would need to choose to follow Nova, to risk their lives against an unknown enemy, or to escape to safety. However, Nova's actions might well lead to their deaths. It was clear that this choice might determine whether they would live, or they would die.

Regardless of their choices, Nova made his way to the roof of the Imperial Palace. There, he surveyed this world, and all within it. He could sense them all, all of their voices clamoring in the back of his mind. Greed, violence, lust, hatred.... all those things the Chaos Gods fed on, those sins of mankind that fuelled their demonic armies. He raised a single hand into the air, and as he spoke, every single living thing on Arcadia could hear his voice. A beam fired upwards from his hand, purple energy connecting to the Warp Storm above. A tendril of power reaching through the fabric of space and time, piercing the veil between realities. His fingers reaching out, as he took hold of his children within the Imperium of Man.

"My name is Nova, and I am the God Emperor of Man. This world will be the First World of the New Imperium. I address those who would claim this world, those who would defile it with sin, those who would seek to harm the innocent or oppress the weak. I will annihilate you from this world. This is my declaration of war, on all the evils of this world. This is my challenge, and my offer of peace. I will unite those who would accept me, and I will destroy those who do not."

Finishing his little monologue, the Emperor gestured down. And with the movement, his psionic powers drew his children across the Warp, through the fabric of this reality. Among the bolt they traveled, before materializing around the palace. The first of those who had answered his call, the First Chapter among the Codex Astartes. Surrounding the Palace were three companies of the Dark Angels, the Angels of Death. Three hundred super soldiers, armed and armoured in the finest gear in the Imperium. Tanks and dreadnoughts had appeared, all proudly wearing the blazing marks of the Dark Angels. And as they looked at the glowing figure of the God Emperor, as one, they dropped to their knees.

"Prepare for war, my children. I have returned to you. And now, we will start the greatest crusade mankind has ever known. To conquer not simply the stars, but reality itself." The Emperor spoke proudly, and triumphantly, even as he gathered his armies. For he would need them to stand against the enemies he had no doubt would come. The armies of Chaos, the Empire, the Alliance of Conquerers, Apocalypse, and the mad esper, Add. He would challenge them all, and he would wipe all impurity from the face of this world.

As one the Dark Angels lifted their weapons, shouting in unison. "As the Emperor decrees, it shall be done!"

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ima kick this shit into gear.

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Nova is waiting on a post from Kirby.... But I could just go on.

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@supertinyking
The entire world was ripped to shreds, as the One unleashed it's full destructive might upon the infected world, and upon the forces of Chaos that had surrounded them. The massive ships were blown away in an instant, destroyed on an atomic level. They had been completely annihilated, and they would only be the first. And yet, as the One moved instantly to the next world, it found the ships it sought already gone. Pulled directly into the warp through divine intervention from their Chaos Gods. With the exception of those first ships, the entire Chaos Fleet had been able to retreat safely. This left the One with the grim and unfortunate job of cleansing the infected worlds. It was clear to it that there was no cure for the venom that had taken hold within them. As such it wiped out billions, never allowing them to feel the agony of the Zombie Plague, never allowing the abomination to spread.

However, a single world remained beyond it's reach. For at the end of it's destructive rant it found itself faced with the immense Warp Storm that seemed to have drilled a permanent hole in this reality. The world of Tor-6 lay within, devastated by the armies of Chaos Undivided. And yet, far more threatening than any army of lesser Daemon, was the attention of the beings within. The One could feel creatures of immense power, perhaps rivaling even it's own, glaring out at her from this dark hole. Not capable of fully manifesting in this reality, and yet already tearing at the cracks. Creatures of pure psionic energy, beings of the Chaos Realm who drew strength from the sins and suffering of all intelligent species. It was unexpected, at best, when one reached out to her.

The being's voice would have crushed a lesser mind, the whispers in which it spoke would have driven those with lesser wills to madness. With a hundred voices it spoke a hundred lies, and a hundred truths. And yet among them all was a message, filled with mocking laughter. As the being spoke into the One's mind, the One would sense that three other beings had left, although a single one among them showed some remaining interest in this universe.

"A cleansing light, aren't you? My dear, what a beautiful plan you have destroyed. Truly, you have thwarted us." Several voices descended into insane chuckling, serving as the background for the next dose. "But dear, is this truly your goal? To protect those infidels, to shield them from harm? Would you truly condemn us for the damage we inflict, whilst you yourself sit on a throne of lies and death? Perhaps hypocrisy runs in the family, does it not?" The creature laughed, a manic sound uttered by a thousand different voices, overwhelming and confusing. "I know who you are, child. You can hold no secrets from me, for I am made of the stuff of your dreams. I know what you have done, I know what you will do, and I know whom it is you seek. And I know that you will not stop us. You will sit on the sidelines and watch, intervening only as you see fit, as your Dominion is burned to the ground. For after ten thousand years, the apocalypse is your only hope."

Laughing, the voices faded. Perhaps, however, Tzeench had been wrong. Perhaps the One would fight it's way into the Warp Storm, powers blazing, ripping through those beings within. Perhaps it would keep watch, guarding this realm with it's immense power. Or, perhaps, it would sit and watch, knowing the truth of the words, spoken by the mocking being. The choice was open.

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@BlondieBoy
The Gm appears to have left, or at the very least is currently not sufficiently active to be accepting or rejecting characters.

Considering your char is well within the current power scheme, and doesn't seem to be broken in any way, it should be fine. Just assume he's accepted until the GM returns.

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@supertinyking
Billions of ships set out, facing the seemingly tiny fleet of Chaos, even as it had split up it's fighting force. And yet they were impossible to hunt down. Guided by the Dark Gods, they simply warped out and into this reality at will. Twenty different planets found themselves suddenly under attack, as five ships appeared in orbit. The ships that had been sent out to meet the invasion force were completely left behind, only to port in behind the Chaos ships. They witnessed that each of the twenty detachments was identical. Each consisted of a single massive battleship, and four lighter frigates. Each of these ships was massive, painted a rusted, greenish bronze. Covered in massive seemingly pointless spikes, writing tendrils, and surrounded by a cloud of daemonic beings. Great pestilent clouds seemed to whirl around the ships, as the Dominion forces confronted the malicious power of the Warp.

On each location the Chaos ships were outnumbered a thousand to one. It seemed like it would be over in mere moments, as the Dominion ships prepared to fire. And yet, even as they locked on their weapons, no order to fire ever came.

A Chaos Marine in Terminator Armor appeared in the command room of one of the ships, easily resisting the small arms fire as it tore through the commanding officers. Another ship found itself filled with Plaguebearers, or Infection Savants, as the soldiers of the Dominion claw out their own eyes and throats. Horrific plagues spread through the fleet, each species finding a plague handcrafted for them. Those lucky enough to find hazard gear were merely slaughtered by the Plague Marines, Cultists, Plague Savants and Plaguebearers. With the aid of these plagues, against which the Dominion had no defence, and their capability to warp into enemy ships, the Chaos forces decimated the Dominion fleets. Entire ships were filled with the screams of the damned, as the plagues of Nurgle stripped the skin from their bones, killing them only after hours of agony. The Apostles of Contagion had come, a full chapter of Chaos Space Marines, seperating themselves into twenty armies of 50 marines, each backed up by 100 daemon and 500 lesser beasts, among which are cultists and mutants. Casualties for Chaos were minimal.

During the fighting, canisters were dropped from high orbit into the hive worlds below. Not the drop pods usually employed by the Chaos Marines, but rather specialized biochemical weaponry. They seperated in high orbit, before spreading gas across the planet's surface. Warp-infused virusses spread through the planet's atosphere, infecting most intelligent beings on the planet. While the initial effects could not be noticed, soon they would find themselves facing a plague the likes of which this universe had never known.

19 Hive Worlds would thus fall. But for one, it's fate was different. For even as the creatures of the Warp engaged in their orbital battle, the One would observe from below. It would be able to interfere, and perhaps save this lone world. However, even it's power was limited by it's location. And it could only do so much. Above, already, the dominion forces were succumbing to Nurgle's crafts, and several canisters had been dropped into the atmosphere, ready to release their load.

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

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

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

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