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- Travis -

@kishin asura@Masterkeun@supertinyking

"Tch, I've heard enough of this rambling."

It appeared that this meeting had long outlived it's usefulness. With a gesture he caused the little datacron to explode. A brief reading had already shown that any strategically pertinent information had been omitted from the document. Of course the Silent King would not want to mix his propaganda with something actually valuable. "Too many people try and take away the freedoms of others for some 'greater cause'. I'll let you know when I find someone that manages to actually pull off all the promises they make while they're crushing their enemies beneath their feet. Until then, I've got errands to run." Refusing to take this odd Council technology, the Traveller merely activated his own portal. His left hand glowed up, runic symbols tattood onto the flesh. As he seemed to draw another in the air a shimmering portal of blue energy appeared, leading to some mysterious other realm. A last glance was given to the remaining representatives. "For anyone truly thinking of joining the communist skeleton... consider whether the body count will be worth it. Think for a moment how many happy empires are built on a foundation of corpses." With that last little snide nugget of wisdom he turned around, and vanished into the ether realm. The portal closed behind him as the fabric of reality stitched back together.

Within his own ether realm the Traveller made ready for the war he had been dragged into. While he didn't appreciate being called to serve, he couldn't stand idly by while innocent worlds were torn down. This would not be the first time he had interfered, although he had never interfered on such a large scale. The infosphere had given him information on what universes and worlds were to be targetted, so he would be able to work towards protecting those worlds. Even if his own power might not be much compared to the armies of the Silent King he had a variety of tricks up his sleeve. And at the very least, he would ensure that every world he reached would be ready for the coming storm. This little wannabe multiversal dictator would find nothing but a wall of blades awaiting him.

Zapping from place to place, floating through nonsensical constructions and immense open areas, the Traveller made ready his weapons. Suits of armour from various universes, enchanted and enhanced by his runes. Blades that could slice through stone, guns that reloaded themselves, and arm-braces that would allow one to shatter stone with their raw strength. Dozens upon dozens of enchanted items which he had crafted in his spare time, now ready to be handed out to those who would stand against the Silent King. Statues of marble and iron had been engraved with complex rune patterns and connected to the Overmind, a network of runes that formed a semi-sentient AI. These figures would be brought to life by the power of his runes, fighting on the battlefield as indestructible and merciless death machines. Few could match such immortal golem warriors. And last but not least was his own personal arsenal, heavily enchanted and enhanced gear designed for him to use in combat. He had practised often with many of these, and a few had actually been deployed in combat, although he was still far from an expert. But the raw power of their enchantments would already give him a severe edge over most warriors.

As the Traveller visited the worlds on his list he would activate defenses he had kept there. Runestones that opened great portals between the worlds, golems that had lain dormant for years. In some worlds he had made friends who would act to alert the world's forces, whereas in others he would need to confront the most important factions himself. But in the face of such an existential crisis, few would refuse to band together. With only 36 hours to prepare there was much to do, and barely enough time to do it in. Although the ability to teleport and a high speaking pace assisted him often in this endeavour. He would alert as many worlds as possible before the timer ran out, avoiding those worlds Oswald and his friends had already prepared.

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- Gabriel -

@Wraithblade6

The trees seemed to grow silent as the wind died down, the very waves seemed to recede from the beach. Faces from across the beach stared at this newcomer, this stranger who so audaciously announced his presence. Humans stood all around, a mass of blank stares from seemingly dead eyes. All of them were connected, merely eyes and ears for the true owner of this island. And as Mithias stood there, the silence seemed to fill the beach. An oppressive silence, which actively sought to drown out any noise. Mithias could hear their very hearts beating in time, like a well-tuned clock. This simple display of power would have brought chills to most vampires. But of all vampires across the world, Mithias had the least to fear from this particular Elder.

Sacred silence was shattered by the sound of polished shoes on marble floors. Slowly the elegantly graceful figure of the Vampire Lord strode forth from the mansion which dominated the hillside. Beautiful men and women walked with him dressed in hawaiian fashion, holding plates of delicate snack foods or cooling him with large leafy fans. Both were completely superfluous considering their master's nature, but he had always so enjoyed to appear rich and wealthy. And over the centuries his palette had become too refined to merely subsists on blood alone like some 'common' vampire. Although blood did frequently make it's way into his little culinary experiments, in one way or another. After all, even Elder Vampires must eat properly on occasion.

Having leisurely made his way over to Mithias' location he made a short mocking bow, even as his minions scampered off to put down a comfy chair. He wore a suit as usual, an elegant italian design in dark blue, with a stylish top hat from the same designer. The only concession his outfit made to the tropical weather was a pair of sunglasses, through which a dim red glow could still be perceived. "It appears I have been summoned. Why, whatever could it be that you wish of me?" His tone was deep and fluid, filled with subtle nuance and humour that none could truly follow. It seemed that everything was an in-joke to Gabriel, and this was no exception. The bright smile on his face would seem jolly to the foolish, but those more experienced with his habits would realise that such expressions betrayed little of his mind. Even Mithias, who knew his sire perhaps better than any other vampire in history, could not read that smile. But it was clear, from the general tone, that Mithias had overstepped a boundary with these summons. After all, the great Gabriel could hardly cater to the every whim of some youngblood with less than a thousand years under their belt.

Sitting down upon the fluffy pink recliner his minions had managed to retrieve (barely in time) he motioned for a cup of wine and fixed Mithias with a piercing gaze. "Tell me what's on your mind. It's not like you to be quite so audacious as to call for me in my own home. Why, you barely enter a house without knocking." A brief sip was followed by an even brighter grin, one of genuine amusement this time. "Why, you must be truly rattled. You're looking all pale!" Chuckling at his own terrible sense of humour he finished the glass in one gulp, gesturing for another bottle to be brought immediately.

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@jeroukoo
Well if you're in here chances are your world is about to get invaded by the Silent King. As such you could be a representative called to the meeting late, or you could simply be in your world when things start going awry. The Silent King promised not to attack until 36 hours had passed, but nothing prevents him from.... preparing the stage, so to speak.

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Name: Gabriel
Age: Unknown (very old)
Appearance:
A tall yet thin figure clad in an elegant and highly expensive suit. He often wears a top hat and wields a cane with a fine silver head, which he believe are essential accessories for a gentleman. His face is often hidden in shadows, save for a pair of glowing red eyes. His powers allow him to appear however he wishes to, and as such those who see his face always describe him as strikingly handsome. He may appear human if he wishes to, but if he does not he is impossible pale and possesses red eyes similar to those of a wolf. Occasionally those who see him report a long scar leading from the right tip of his mouth to just below the eye, but this varies with his chosen appearance. There is only one in the world who knows his 'true' face, and knows him by none other.

Powers:
[Vampire Physiology]
As an Elder Vampire, Gabriel shares many of the traits of his kin. While many bloodlines have varying abilities (and his is particularly strange), many are shared in common by a large portion of the species. He is immortal and does not age. His body is able to regenerate from almost all physical damage unless his 'weakness' is used to kill him. He requires blood for sustenance, and requires no food, drink or even oxygen to sustain his physical functions. Gabriel's bloodline falls within the category of 'living vampires', creatures whoms bodies are not truly dead. His biological functions are still intact, blood still pumps through his veins, and his organs still function. He possesses superhuman strength and speed, although not at the level most believe he does.

[Beyond Mortal Ken]
The most powerful ability of Gabriellan vampires is their psionic prowess. While many vampires possess the ability to psionically entrance or even dominate their prey, Gabriel has attained new heights in this ability. With a gesture he can send an ancient vampire to it's knees, and with a thought he can turn even the most driven human into a slave to his mind. For many it seems there is no limit to his power, and indeed Gabriel always ensures that it is impossible to detect weakness from him. By crafting illusions and altering memories he has spread his legacy, and turned his one power into an infinite array of powers within the minds of his enemies. Most vampires believe he is capable of moving mountains with his mind and flattening entire cities through sheer force of will. It is this reputation of awe and fear that has earned him the title of 'Vampire God'.

Weaknesses:
[Arrogant Bastard]
Having lived for untold centuries practically unchallenged, Gabriel has grown arrogant. He fails to dispose of threats and instead plays with them as if they were toys. Rarely does he use his powers to their fullest extent, and when he does it's merely to grandstand. He seems to value his reputation above his own life, and makes little effort to preserve himself. On occasion he has happily barged into the camps of vampire hunters just to grab a drink and leave.

[True Weakness]
Most vampires have fairly typical weaknesses, but many of these fail when applied to an Elder Vampire. He does not fear the cross for he predates it's use. The sun does not burn it for he has grown powerful beyond what it's rays can burn. And silly things such as garlic and flowing rivers certainly do not affect him. It is believed that stakes through the heart barely phase him, although considering his powers such legends could just as easily be a carefully composed lie. It is whispered, however, that he does have one weakness. One thing that would allow one to break free from his mind-altering powers, and strike at his true form. Perhaps, even to kill him. Of course, the sole evidence that harming him is even possible is a scar upon his cheek that never seems to heal. Nobody alive knows what his weakness is, and he has gone through great pains to hide the details.

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@jeroukoo
Character looks fine. You already think of a way to intro him, or you need some help with that?

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- The Silent King -

@Wraithblade6@kishin asura@Masterkeun@supertinyking@Tyki

Ignoring the various comments from his companions on the Council, the Silent King chose instead to focus on the young vampire's question. It was an interesting one, and the Silent King took a moment to contemplate his answer. After a small silence in which the chattering of the mortals continued, he addressed Mithias. "My homeworld was besieged by the radiation of our own star. My people were fated to die after a mere dozen or so years. Our lives were merely the petty preludes to our deaths, and we believed this to be existence. Death was greater to us than life itself, for our lives seemed insignificant even to us. Yet when we rose to the stars we encountered the Old Ones, ancient beings who had been granted immortality through their innate power." Cold and unblinking, the Silent King stared down Mithias. But for the first time since he had spoken, some tint of emotion could be heard on the edge of his electronic rumble of a voice. "It was then that we learned, simply, that the universe is unfair. This rule seems woven into the fabric of reality itself, as immutable as our mortality. The strong will thrive and prosper, the weak will be forced to suffer for the sin of their existence. Such is the cruel way of nature, such is this survival of the fittest that you yourself would follow."

"My people sold their souls to escape death. But whatever the cost, we conquered what most consider inevitable. We transcended death, the force that haunts all of the universe's living being. A force that even the Old Ones could not truly escape, in the end. With that simple gesture we defied the callous hand of fate, and took what had been denied us. And when the Gods wished to make us their servants we once more defied our fate, and fought for our freedom. We set the heavens themselves ablaze and destroyed the demons we had created, we ended these beings who were thought unkillable, the sentient aspects of the universe itself." The Silent King stood, and this time his stance had something more than inhuman grace. Beyond the eerie stillness and skeletal appearance was something distinctly more recognisable. A certain regal attribute, a strength of motion that would call others to follow. "The unfairness of the universe is a rule none can defy. So I will defy it. If fate will not grant equality then I shall make up for it's failings, and I will create a system far beyond mere mortal machinations. I will recreate this universe, this multiverse, and annihilate the petty laws of nature that stand in my way." With these last words his eyes seemed to practically blaze green light, and the room grew momentarily darker. "And no man, no God, and no reality will be able to stand in my way."

"This is my 'mission statement.' My goal. This is the universe that I will create. A fair one. The universe my people were denied."

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- The Silent King -

@Tyki@kishin asura@supertinyking@Wraithblade6@Masterkeun

"Ignorance of the law excuses noone. However, considering the particular circumstances of this case I am willing to grant a pardon. Mithias Varomere is hereby cleared of all crimes under Necron law. My colleague may perform the agreed-upon procedure once the meeting has met it's conclusion, as there remains business at hand." And with that the matter was settled. As if it had been no more than a matter of the weather the Silent King moved on to the next subject. "If you wish to compare any particular matter, Varomere, the information has been provided to you. Should there be any omissions then you are free to ask me for the omitted information. As for your concerns on the Warp..." The Silent King paused a moment, recalling old memories. The battle against Chaos had been a fierce one, and one he had led. It was the first of his great works in the galaxy, and an action he had not regretted. "Your ruinous powers have been safely locked away. All semi-permanent warp storms have been closed, and dimensional stabilising technology has ensured that contact between the Materium and Immaterium is minimal. In addition a project is currently underway to suppress the psychic gene in all humans through genetic manipulation. As of yet attempts to completely erase or separate the Warp have failed, but it is merely a matter of time. Information on the Chaos Wars are provided in the infosphere."

When he continued speaking, the Silent King addressed all those gathered. "Any of those present have hereby been made aware, by Council law, that your homeworlds are to become a war zone. My forces will soon arrive in each of your respective dimensions to transition your civilisations into the greater Necron Empire. This transition will occur with the minimum required amount of violence, and you are here in order to be granted a simple choice." His voice remained cold as ice, a deep electronic buzz that held no hint of mercy. This creature did not joke, and did not threaten. Instead it explained the imminent annihilation of entire civilisation as if it were an obvious act. Like cleaning a room, or fixing a broken machine. "Each of you are powerful entities from your respective universes. As such you have been given this time to decide. Either aid the Necron Empire, and ultimately your own universe, by easing the transition. Or you may choose to incite a war, forcing me to utilise force in this transition."

"From this moment, you have 36 hours until I will be allowed to mobilise my forces. The Council will provide each of you with personal transport devices in order to enable your return to your own dimension, as well as the ability to visit other dimensions. You are free to spend your time as you wish. If you have any further questions direct them either to the InfoSphere or to myself. Refreshements will be provided in the adjoining rooms." With this said the ancient monarch turned and took his place on a granite throne, adorned with strange Necron runes. Here he would remain for 36 hours exactly, until he set entire worlds ablaze.

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- The Silent King -

@Wraithblade6@kishin asura@Masterkeun@supertinyking@Tyki

"You refer to the Empire of Man, correct?" The Silent King displayed no shock, no surprise, not even the slightest twitch. His face was merely a mask of metal and wires, incapable of displaying such weakness. "While I am aware of a certain sentimentality that connects many of your species to the leading figure of this dynasty, the Empire was a failed institution. After analysis it became clear that your species had failed on every observable front, and seemed to be making no attempt to correct those mistakes. Had I not interjected, my calculations predict that they would have been irrevocably destroyed after less than 500 cycles had passed." It's words remained cold and monotone, displaying not the slightest flicker of emotion. And as it spoke it gestured, causing a small orb to drift forward seemingly of it's own volition. The orb would then begin displaying images, graphs and detailed paragraphs as holograms around Mithias, reading his eye movement in order to automatically 'scroll' through this information. The data itself was a side-by-side comparison of the Necrontyr Empire and the Imperium of Man, focused on elements such as technological advancement, agricultural development, and judicial systems. "While the original intentions of your Emperor would have generated a far more effective system, he failed to apply his ideas. A number of failures, first and foremost his failure to quell the rebellion of his kin, caused his ideas to fail. But considering his many failures, even if the rebellion had never occurred the resultant system would have been highly inefficient. I believe this is referred to as 'human error' among your species. An immutable barrier that my own people have long passed."

After finishing this little monologue the Silent King briefly nodded to the others in the room. "My most sincere apologies. I have carried this narrative for too far. However," he continued, this time addressing the assembled strangers "detailed information on my Empire and it's goals are available on demand. You will most likely wish to peruse the most important elements of the judicial system, governmental system, and the wartime regulations. I have pre-selected these elements for easy access, but you are free to browse on your own." Orbs similar to the one which Mithias had already been given gently floated over to each of the assembled guests. They briefly displayed instructions for browsing the information contained within, and then allowed full access to a variety of information. Notably, there were occasional sidebars for 'mortal concerns', addressing things such as Oxygen, Disease, and Food.

"Before we continue this meeting, I wish to interject the wartime trial of Mithias Varomere for the attempt to glean state secrets from myself, as well as several other Council members. A crime punished in most governmental systems I am aware of by death or lifelong incarceration." Once more the Silent King did not emote, declaring this trial as if he were merely reciting the weather. Certainly this was not the face of mercy. "Considering the interdimensional nature of this crime performed on Neutral grounds, I suggest that he be persecuted for the action by each affected member individually. Should several guilty verdicts be pronounced, the accused will suffer the punishments in order of lethality as agreed upon by general consensus of the Council. Should he be killed by an earlier punishment, further punishments will become irrelevant." Briefly the Silent King paused to glance at the other members of the council. "Each member who wishes to press charges must speak up now. If there are those who disagree with the proposed method of trial, then a proper method of trial will have to be discovered through a Council meeting and vote. In such a situation, I propose that Mithias Varomere be incarcerated in a holding area on neutral ground until such a time as a fair trial is possible."

He glanced at the guests, once more. "While it is unusual for guests to be allowed to attend a Council event such as this upcoming trial, I vote that the assembled figures be allowed to witness upcoming events. Should they be involved in the coming conflict then they must be aware of how these things are handled. Alternatively, if they wish for a secluded location, then the adjoining rooms are available. I have already ensured that refreshments are provided, and requests can be handled by the local staff for the duration of the trial." Internally, the Necron Overlord complimented himself for having thought of everything. This situation would be swiftly handled, and those in the area would be swayed to his side by the logic of his approach.

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- The Silent King -

@supertinyking@kishin asura@Wraithblade6@Tyki

Among the shadowy figures of the Council, one in particular stood out. An inhumanly tall figure whom's features were hidden beneath a simple dark brown robe, frayed at the edges. All that could be seen of this strange entity's true form was a pair of glowing green eyes, which calmly observed the going-ons at this strange gathering. But even with so little features to go by most would find the creature's presence oddly unsettling, for reasons they could not entirely pinpoint. The more acute observers might discover the source of their discomfort: the creature was completely still. In a manner that no living creature can be, it was without movement. It did not shift on it's feet, or twitch it's muscles, and even the steady rise and fall of the chest could not be observed.

Indeed the Silent King had long before overthrown nature's tyranical rule over his body. No longer was he bound by the limitations of the flesh, and the many seductions of nature had no hold on him. Clearly this was a trait that his colleagues did not share. For even with the power and status of an immortal they were slaves to the impulsive nature of the mortal mind, strung along by hormonal reactions and emotional outbursts. This little display of violence was merely one of the many symptoms of this unfortunate condition, and indeed the Silent King lamented that the fate of the Multiverse lay in the hands of such creatures. Even those who called themselves Demons were no more than mortal creatures, subject to the same inherent flaws.

But such was the way things were. It was simply another unfortunate fact of life that would need to be accepted among all the rest. More important than such age-old laments were these beings that had been assembled before the Coundil, and the situation at hand. While not inclined to pander towards the emotional needs of these biological entities he would require the assistance of these creatures if he wished to continue his plans. And in order to do that he would have to act in a manner that would soothe their simple minds and satiate their simple desires. Certainly no complicated feat, considering the simplicity of the mortal thought process.

When the Silent King spoke his voice was heavy and metallic, reverberating through the extradimensional space. It was not the voice of any normal creature, but it was certainly a voice that required attention. And indeed there was something vaguely commanding in it, the tone of a king. "Ah, allow me to explain the situation further. We are the Council, a group of entities who represent the most powerful factions within the known Multiverse. I myself am the Silent King, and I represent the Immortal Empire of the Necrontyr." Slowly the Silent King removed his hood, revealing a flat metallic face with glowing green eyes and a thin groove where the mouth should be. "I do apologize for the manners of my colleagues, but know that you will not be harmed here. For as long as this meeting is underway you are under the protection of the Council, and not even it's own members will be able to harm you."

Briefly pausing to glance at his aggressive colleagues, the Silent King continued. "The reason you have been brought here is in order to settle an issue the council cannot directly intervene in. To assist in settling a war between council members. This would be the reason that you are asked to take sides." Now came the art of convincing them to choose the right side. Mortal stupidity was a formidable enemy, but the Silent King believed himself up to the task. After all, he had observed such mortal behaviours for millions of years. "As for my side, I am simply attempting to create a unified empire, a single force that could maintain peace and equality. A multiverse ruled by intellect and reason, rather than a Council of gibbering fools. Some of which are, in fact, demons." While the Silent King had no particular issue with Demons, many mortal races associated the word with a variety of traits they considered objectionable. As such, the mere mention of this fact would probably do a lot to discredit the Council in the eyes of these mortals, and convince them to assist the Silent King in disbanding it. Or at least, that would be the logical outcome.

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- The Traveler, Hell -

@supertinyking@kishin asura@Wraithblade6@Tyki

Black polished shoes click on the brimstone floor as a figure in a dark blue pinstriped suit stepped forward into the dim light. With one hand he adjusted a pair of horn-rimmed glasses as he checked a fancy silver clockwork watch of a brand unknown to this world. Simple brown hair framed a relatively unremarkable face. Slightly paler than one might expect, and with a small nose, he struck the figure of the typical businessman. The only departure from this image were the eyes, that practically glowed from behind the pair of glasses. Orbs of azure glass observed the gathering of shady figures, a piercing gaze that gave the impression this strange figure was looking into your soul.

With a slight smile the Traveller removed his glasses, taking a neatly folded tissue out of his breast pocket and briefly wiping the lenses. Then, with a slight nod to the assembled stranger he took a seat on a chair that had failed to previously make itself apparent, placing his hands on a similarly spontaneous desk. "Why, isn't this rather ironic? Demons summoning humans into hell." Glancing around in the dim light, the Traveller gave each of the others a short looking-over. Each time he would linger on seemingly innocuous details, and smile in a knowing way. It was a smile that would seem warm, were one to ignore his eyes. And it never seemed to waver, regardless of the extraordinary appearances and behaviours of these assembled strangers.

Returning his attention momentarily to the horned figure who had previously spoken, the Traveller addressed his hosts. "My name is of no importance, I find them a limiting label. I also find that figures aesthetically similar to yourselves often find supernatural uses for names that I don't wholly approve of. Call me the Traveller, or just Mr Travis. As for where I'm from, well... I get around." Leaning forward on his self-created seat, the Traveller carefully placed his glasses back on his nose. "Now clearly this isn't a social call and I'm a busy man, so please do elaborate as to what we're all doing here. What is this going to be? Threats, offers, bargains, job interview, information gathering?"

While outwardly displaying no sign of caution, within his own mind the Traveller was quite unsettled. Although quite accustomed to travel between universes, and probably more familiar with the scale of the Multiverse than most, he had yet to be 'summoned' in quite such an audacious manner. Certainly any being capable of such a feat was not to be taken lightly, and indeed the Traveller had no intention of underestimating any of these various assembled beings. Even now he was cautiously probing the space around him with his powers, seeing whether he was able to contact his pocket dimensions. While certainly not completely unarmed his main arsenal was always stored away. And like any good negotiator, he HATED being at a disadvantage during a talk.