Wan and his companions enter the "Broken Realm."
There they seek out and join forces with King North and his Mirror Guards,
in a desperate bid to prevent Arch Duke Morgrim of Chaos from gaining
absolute control over the Annex Animus.

As the gate opens... two worlds collide... and heroes fall.

The sexless winged seraph swoops down from the ether to alight on one knee atop a glowing disk of intense white energy. Without averting its sparkling, slightly oval shaped eyes, the being bows its head and begins its report in an inhuman sing song voice; "Lord of the Heavenly Host, I bring you grave news from the mortal realm..."

Sat on the very edge of a throne of purest light equal to that of any sun, Aslan, newly declared Lord of Heaven shifts uncomfortably, his brow furrowed with chasms of worldly woe. "Speak Seraph... do not hold back. At this moment, nothing is too grave."

"The forces of the Lord of Daig have secured all major temples and shrines of faith across the continent save a few who remain isolated. His power over the defeated Lords of the Underworld in neighbouring pantheons has also secured him power within the barbarian steppes and those countries beneath the Palasdine yoke. There is no hope we match his power alone."

Aslan fiercely clenches his fist, his knuckles turning white. "It is as I feared, but I had to be sure. It's too late to break his stranglehold. His army of spirits are too well trained, too versatile and co-ordinated. We may have defeated the Arch Angels, but at what cost? It's as if this whole thing has been a distraction... while we fought to regain Elondil, HE pulled from beneath us that on which Heaven stands - the faith of living kind." Abruptly standing, Aslan draws comfort from the power flowing beneath his feet, swelling his size to that of a towering titan. "I will not sit here waiting for others to tell me what to do. I will dwell no further on this sudden impotence that ails us. Though our numbers be small, our hearts be resolute, without measure. Sound our battle horns. Call upon every Angel, every Immortal, every Holy Legion; we go to do battle with Arun!"

The Seraph bows its head once more, its heart beating strong and proud at the Lord of Heaven's words. "It shall be as you command my Lord."

As the Seraph retreats and takes flight, Aslan shouts out into the glistening spectral sky. "Mother! Can this be all there is? Is it my Destiny to rule for mere hours over a shattered sky, it's power dwarfed by those of its enemies? I cannot accept that it is so!"

A woman's soft voice gently drifts down upon a sunbeam to warm upon his face. "My dear son, without you, those in Heaven would have lost their Faith... Heaven would be no more than a memory shattered into a thousand pieces upon the remains of Mount Eldahar. The hopes and dreams of Mankind would be no more."

"I intend on fighting this Ashar, this Witchking, this evil, to the very last."
"I know you do. But the Crown wielders will not agree with the timing of your action. You must be prepared for their interference."
"I will not be turned from my task. I will not rest until my sacred blade plunges into his foul heart. I know what I must do. Ashar's power is to confound and paralyse those around him. Who has struck against him? Who has dared raise a hand? NO ONE I SAY! Well no longer! There is still power in Heaven and for as long as that power lasts, it will defy those who seek to pervert and twist the fate of human destiny for their own nefarious ends."

Aslan summons his sword and grasps it tightly in both hands. "There is no future for us as long as this being lives." Aslan raises his sword above the Throne of the Gods as the sky grows suddenly thick with dark clouds and lightning.

"What are you doing?" Kitara asks, her voice now struggling to reach the mind of her enraged son.
"I am making a very human choice!"
The sword descends in a blazing arc to strike the throne and split it down the middle. As the ancient seat falls asunder, the heart of Heaven gushes its life's energy into Aslan's heavenly blade; the blade glows, absorbing the energy, growing brighter and brighter until Aslan himself shields his own eyes with one arm. Crying out in pain he staggers back as the energy continues to gush from the throne.

"Aslan!" Kitara cries.
And moments later, it is done. The power of Heaven is no more. Aslan stands, thrusting his throbbing sword skyward to rip apart the sky with a flash of lightning. "This blade, all that remains of Heaven's glory, shall be the instrument of Arun's demise. This I swear!"

Kitara gazes upon her son within the waters of the Blessed lake and lets a single tear drop to briefly disturb its placid pure surface. "My son... I choose to go with you, for in truth there is no reason now to remain; the waterfall that once kept the Avatarn brimming has turned from a torrent, to a trickle and now nothing. So bring the Host here, to these sacred waters so that each and every warrior of Heaven can drink their fill of its strength until nothing but a dry basin remains."

They come, swooping through the dark space between the Realms, screeching in relish of the bloodshed to come, like chalk upon a board; Wyverns... great black winged monstrosities, the spawn of a nightmare never destined to be dreamed, let alone burst through into waking lives. A dozen of their largest, most twisted hunters, mouths forced agape by an overgrown garden of frothing teeth, sense the opening ahead of them and the single being stepping through it. Then, one of their number, more savage and violent than the rest, breaks formation to swoop forwards, its claws extending and its neck at full stretch, ready to cross an imaginary finishing line. For a moment the darkness seems never ending... but then, a sudden brief burst of light sends the Wyverns veering out of control, crashing into one another to form a knot of claws, necks and wings. As their heads whip around and they tear and rend at each other to be free, the being floats by, oblivious to their anger. One reaches out, its claws almost brushing against the meat and its mane of jet black hair, but at the last second, pausing, its mind suddenly confused and unsure.
"I am here to speak with your mother... Eskanith. You will escort me."
The wyvern screeches again, shaking its skull to try and clear the sudden fog in its mind but in mere moments, its anger and fierceness drain away and the stranger pulls itself up onto the creatures bony neck. "To the abomination that spawned you... go, there is little time."

Danae allows her mind to reach out for a moment into the vast emptiness... Out there, in the distance, she senses the Dragon God - SHE who was born as a horrific side effect of the Titans and Orion's conflict upon Mount Eldahar. As Danae's mind touches Eskanu's, the God stirs and shares its pleasure. Danae knows that she is expected... she knows that Eskanu awaits her.

As the minutes pass filled, Danae prepares for what is to come by clearing her mind of what has come before. Less than one hour ago she had stood within the Obsidian Citadel at the centre of Heartland, watching a thousand of Ashar's Deathwatch fly down from the sky brandishing spiritual blades behind shields of light. The secret soldiers of Arun had used blasts of energy to tear gaping holes in the citadel's roof and walls, surrounding Danae and her fellow Orion loyalists at lightning speed.

The tormented metapsychic gifts of Hannibal had lashed out, superheating the air and its molecules to dissolve twenty of the soldiers before Danae could blink. Tamara, founding mind and Queen of Heartland had spoken then, her mind seething behind layers of intense mental shields; "What is the meaning of this! How dare you intrude here! How dare you set foot in this hallowed place!"

At that moment, all eyes had been drawn upward as an oily darkness had seeped its way across the sky, swallowing the stars and dripping down through the roof to take shape before the Obsidian throne. Danae had instantly recognized the being's aura but felt an overpowering fear grip her mind in a vice.

"So, Ashar Guentas of Khur, you finally appear in person before us," Tamara had said, no trace of fear, no tremor to her voice. Danae admired her then... admired her defiance and belief in a cause. "You have made a grave error by coming here... for here, we are more powerful than even you! Surrender!"

"SILENCE!" the darkness commanded, its voice permeating the very reality of the walls, causing them to tremble, shake and begin to dissolve.
Tamara's eyes blazed with power in retaliation, forcing the walls to again regain their composition. "Danae, Hannibal, Fatherland is with us. Together we can defeat him." Tamara's telepathic message had temporarily freed her mind.
It was then that an image of Abaddon had floated into her thoughts, sent without a doubt by Ashar; Abaddon on his knees, a sword at his throat.
As Danae processed the vision, she realized that the darkness had gone to work, seeping diluted through imperceptible layers of spirit to fill the room like an invisible gas. Then by Ashar's will, everyone in the room suddenly froze - everyone except her and the inky black cloud.
"DANAE... I have a proposition for you," the darkness whispered.
"I want nothing to do with you."
"I witnessed you above the Green Realm establish a mental bond with Eskanu. I can sense that bond, even now and I expect you have already tried and failed to sever it. SHE whispers to you, draining your strength, using you to gain herself a Crown of Power. Your friends, the other Crown wielders are powerless to help you... it is inevitable that she will wear you down... and what then? You will become her puppet and she will have a Crown... and with that Crown she will have access through your hidden Doors to the minds of others... your failure will be their doom."
The fear filling her mind had suddenly returned, intensified. Could Ashar be correct? Had that whispering, sweet as silk voice in her mind been making more sense recently, growing stronger and louder? What if he were right? "How can I believe you?"
"How can you not?" Ashar had answered. "This plane is nothing to me. It is inconsequential. If these people believe that it will save them then so be it. But you and I know the truth... deep down... you KNOW that this place is merely a fantasy."
"You do not know everything. Not even you know how this will all end."
"Ahh Danae, but I do. It will end as I foresee it ending... because the future is shaped by MY WILL."
"Isn't that a bit meglomaniacal?"
"In a moment I will withdraw my aura. When I do, your friends here will engage my Deathwatch and die. I will offer them no quarter. I will spare no one. I will erase this Dream from existence but leave you untouched. Of course, this does not have to come to pass. If you leave with me now, they will be spared."
"And what about me? If I go with you, do you intend on killing me too?"
"Your options are limited. If you continue as you are, unable to sever your connection with Eskanu, SHE will consume your mind. Strong as you may be, you cannot hope to withstand the mental assault of her combined heads. When that happens, you will allow her to feed upon your friends and bring great danger to us all..."
"To you you mean..."
"To us all..."
"So what then? Do you have a way of ridding me of Eskanu?"
"In a manner of speaking... now, enough idle chatter. Choose and if you choose wisely, I will tell you more as we travel."
Danae had then weighed it carefully in her mind and come to the only reasonable decision. With one last glance at the fierce Tamara, flanked by the wild-eyed spirit of Hannibal and her Obsidian warriors, she had stepped forward into the embrace of darkness.

Now, in the Between, a sea of emptiness between her and reality, the Dragon God's vast web begins to take shape. It hangs there ahead of her, a monstrous weave of glistening crystal shards, radiating outwards like the spokes of a wheel from a gigantic moon sized egg wrapped in a shroud of pulsing energy filled veins. Danae gasps at its sheer size and the thousands of unhatched Wyvern eggs that hang suspended from the nest's shards, each and every one fed via a drip with spirit of hapless souls forced to pray to the monster on its various conquered Realms. Yes, Eskanu's power stretches far and wide with her followers outnumbering those of the Witch King fifty to one. Anyone foolish enough to rule this creature out of the fight, deserves their fate.

"Danae... child... approach us... you have listened to our summons..."
"I am here Eskanu... as you have willed it."
"Your mind is my mind... together, we will destroy everything... we have seen your suffering... we have felt your emptiness... you do not belong... but here, with us, in our service, you shall realize your true potential... there is a fury inside of you child that we crave to taste... we shall show you how to unleash it!"
"Yes... " Danae thinks back, driving the Wyvern forward through an opening in the colossal egg. As she passes inside, the egg begins to close behind her and Eskanu's mind lifts her from the creature's back. Floating towards a rainbow of light, Danae opens her mind allowing the Gestalt Anti-Orion to triumphantly enter.
"At last! What is rightfully ours! Our birthright!" Eskanu's multitude of mental voices roar. As the voices merge into one cacophony of psychic savagery, Danae feels them ripping into her mind; she cries out in agony as hungry draconian mouths writhe through her consciousness, swallowing her whole. "Humans," the voices mutter in disgust... "you dare to compare yourselves to us... we are a True Titan... a true God."
Images of Danae's life begin to flicker and fade; she feels her heart stop, her blood turn to ice... the end beckon... "Ashar! Now!"

And the Dragon God laughs. "He has forsaken you... not even HE will pit himself against me! HE sent you here promising to aid you child... but he sent you as a sacrifice to appease me! HE knows that I will unite your human crowns. HE knows that by working as my ally, he secures belief from all of Eldahar's other Realms! What could humans like you possibly offer HIM? Offer me!" Eskanu laughs again.

Somewhere deep, deep behind forgotten memories, deep within and far away from the pain, in a hidden place, Danae finds herself as a child standing before a box; a plain wooden box with a simple bronze lock. She reaches up, removes a key from around her neck, inserts it and twists. The box clicks; she lifts its lid and gazes within with childlike wonder. She remembers; only once before had she stood here, in this place, far away from pain. Only once before.

Eskanu senses a shift in the human's mind, because in the midst of her mental feeding, she and her victim are as one. "What is this?" she asks, her heads growing concerned at the sudden disturbance.

As the Dragon God's heads attempt to quickly withdraw, they realize they are too entwined within Danae's thoughts and memories to make quick their escape. An intense energy blooms from the depths of Danae's consciousness, igniting like a new born sun to expand and strike the myriad mired mouths. Eskanu begins to panic; her bond with the human refuses to break... instead it seems stronger! Eskanu screeches; how could SHE not have foreseen it. Consuming the human's mind has only reinforced their connection! Her hunger has drawn tighter a noose about them both!

The Dragon God squirms, trying to regain her self control and muster her mind's defences, but the mind fire leaps unhindered passed them all.

Somewhere nearby, in the darkness between the Realms, Ashar floats observing. As crystals shatter and the emptiness is filled with an inhuman, monstrous cry of pain, the figure smiles and draws his own darkness a little tighter about him. "You wanted her Fury Eskanu... well now you have it. The last time that this happened, the minds of four Ancient dragons were consumed. And she awoke hours later without any memory of the event. Apparently it's quite a rare ability... subsumation I believe the Eldar called it. There have been no properly recorded incidences of it since our escape from the Homelands... until now... I expect both of you will go utterly mad, destroy each other, or be crippled beyond saving; but I wanted you to know exactly what it was that was corroding at your insides... you see, Danae's mother created her inside of her own imagination. The World just fills in the blanks, but of course you know that... except, no one could work out where the other half of spirit came from to bring about life. Yes, Hollis impregnated herself by shape shifting off plane, but the Laws of Eldahar state that two souls MUST contribute to the birth of another. Subsumation is a mutant ability that has only ever shown itself in one family bloodline... an ancient bloodline responsible for a thousand times more death, pain and suffering than even you Dragon God! And so the truth is out; Eldahar recognizes the daughter of Hollis and Hannibal Murdoch O'Neal - Destroyer of the Homelands! May the Prime have mercy on your soul. Enjoy your feast."

*Note - The above has direct relevance to Guardian Daoman, Hollis, Odex, Danae's creation / birth, the Destruction of the Homelands, Orion's psyche and pain and the Planal-key of Pendragon.*

With the Crown secured, Sinsifel communicates with the Allied HQ. "Commandant, the way is now open. Gather your troops and prepare to advance through the Master Gate."

Back at Allied HQ, the Commandant closes his eyes and communicates with the Duke, his master. "My Duke, our attack force has successfully defeated Xercifare and gained control of the Gate system. The Supreme Commander is requesting the army advance. What are your orders sir?"
A voice resonates through the Commandant's mind... "THE ORDER IS CONFIRMED. ADVANCE WITH DUE HASTE."

"God knows where Balthazar is or Vorshim... they're both mad and out there in the Ids." thinks Wan.
Wan is concerned that suddenly appearing on the alternate Eldahar would be extremely dangerous - especially as 2 Crown wielders have already been defeated there.

"He was shit," says Godark, booting Xercifare's headless body. Kranatakyn whispers in agreement. "Yes, he was. His power though has once again eluded us. Instead, a girl holds it. I AM GROWING QUITE IMPATIENT." "Quit your moaning. Working with these people isn't my thing either. You know as well as I that at some point, it'll all go turn black." The sword chuckles aloud, causing a few Mal's to stiffen and glance nervously around. "Yessss. Everything goes BLACK in the end."

Wan is concerned that Satule could be the Foe. So Kranatakyn could have the completely wrong end of the stick by accusing the Foe of being an impostor. This in theory could be down to the Will of San - perhaps Wan thinks, the Will of San corrupted Kranatakyn's perceptions by forcing the sword to bind itself to Goruan and grudgingly accept the Esian Smith as its rightful wielder.

30 minutes pass... as the Army of Mals continue to form ranks and mobilize ready for the big push.

As the Mals are coming through the gateway created by Xercifare but manipulated by Sin, Wan and his companions have time to reflect on their recent conflict. Alyx is especially annoyed. "I feel bloody useless at the moment," she growls at Godark, folding her arms sternly across her chest. "I can't do anything. If I at least had a magical sword, I'd be able to fight properly, but all I've got is this damned dagger! Tomorrow gave it to me as a joke. I bet he was having a good chuckle with Ragnek and the others, muttering about me wielding a stupid toothpick."
Godark shakes his head. "You are all that remains of Makailla. Makailla has tremendous power. You just have to adjust to your new state of being."
"New state of being?!" Alyx purses her lips. "New state of pacifism more like. I don't think Makailla ever intentionally harmed a fly. I'm having real issues here. I'm the Spirit of Vengeance for Kand's sake! Not the friggin Spirit of Fluffyness."
Godark sheathes and muffles Kranatakyn, to keep the sword from speaking something insulting aloud. "Methos said you would need time to relearn about yourself... find a new centre. Wan seems to be having success finding his."

Unaware of Alyx and Godark's conversation but sensing the young woman's frustrations, Wan approaches her, full of genuine concern. As long as Alyx cannot fight or defend herself properly, he fears for her safety. "I have a cunning plan," he says. "You are Alyxia, Alyx, Makailla... your powers are Spirit and Blood. How can we create some sort of weapon that would fit along these lines?" As she has a unique spirit, perhaps she can create an extension of her spirit, add blood to it and make it more real. Any creature struck by such a weapon would also be struck by Makailla's blood and fall under its effect. If this proves effective, Wan has visions of just how powerful such a thing could be.

"I'll try," says Alyx, wandering off by herself alone to begin experimenting.

With a few more minutes to spare, Wan prays to the Source for Guidance. Once his prayer has ended, the Supreme Commander comes over to discuss where in the Army Wan and his friends would like to travel. Wan decides to go at the front of the advance which Sin is happy about. "You've been a tremendous help so far. Without you it would have taken us a lot longer to break the stalemate and attack this Palace. Make sure you all stand back when I open the Road. I have no idea what to expect. Morgrim could throw anything out at us."

Alyx heads back over a few moments before Sin uses Xercifare's Gate Crown to open the way to the Red Road. She smiles at Wan. "I think I can do it. Foe, Blade and other Spirits (of Akilla / Cairis) can make spiritual weapons. I've had a little practice with it but it was never really my thing. I always had Woethorn. But now I guess, my spirit is stronger. I made a blade over there a minute ago and it seemed pretty strong."

Wan looks pleased. "It doesn't have to be solid. Just enough to cut the spirit so that Makailla's blood can convert them to your side."
"I know," says Alyx, "but I like having something solid, something with weight that will really hurt when I swing it. As for the blood, I think a vein of it, flowing through the sword should be fine. It's dangerous stuff and obviously quite precious so I don't really want to experiment with it until I have to. Thanks though Wan, it's a great idea!"

"Stand by..." Shouts a Mal, gesturing for everyone in the great hall to take cover.
"Imminent Gate formation detected," another Mal shouts, his voice barely audible above a sudden howling disturbance in the air.

Sheltering behind some Mal shields, Wan and Alyx watch as the Supreme Commander opens a gateway. Sin holds Xercifare's glowing crown before her in both hands, letting it slide through her fingers like a ship's wheel. The crown rolls one way and then the next before suddenly releasing a searing flash of rainbow light. Where the light hits the air twenty feet ahead of her, it illuminates a hitherto invisible maelstrom of energy that suddenly churns and swirls, as it is whisked into a frenzy by converging interplanal forces. A moment later, the energy takes shape and dimension, forming into a oval shaped passage over thirty feet wide with a slightly flatter base. A dull, throbbing red glow emanates from the gateway, spilling out onto the faces of the gathered Mals.

But nothing else comes through. A visible but silent sigh of relief spreads quickly through the ranks. Then an order is shouted from the sea of identical faces... "Advance!"

As the army marches its way along the Red Road, Wan grows increasingly uneasy. It seems to be taking too long and Godark has an explanation for why.
Godark, looking gloom ridden as usual says "This is an Id corridor that's been reforged... this is existing by their rules. I don't like this... It could be miles long. They've stretched it. If these realities were so close together we would have been there minutes ago. Travel would have been near instantaneous."

Wan and the others can now travel through it to North's Eldahar. But what dangers will await them when they arrive? What creatures or protections will guard the entrance to Moraos? *Note - Moraos is the alternate name for Eldahar, chosen by the Archduke Morgrim.*

15 minutes in, Wan faintly senses Need and then senses a much stronger feeling of Chaos on the other side. Once again he experiences visions of the world that awaits them; he sees North's Mirrormir citadel and a sea of demonic creatures, bustling eagerly forwards, their eyes alight with inhuman hunger.

"Detecting an energy spike... a very BIG energy spike!" a Mal screams, as his odd metal detection box goes crazy and its sensitive needle violently cracks the machine. Wan's mind snaps back to the present.

"Something's destroying the road!" another Mal shouts right at the front of the army. The Mal points ahead to where in the distance, a long way off down the Red corridor, a wall of fire and sparks seems to be rapidly approaching, incinerating the Road like a burning fuse.

Godark grunts. "This whole army is fucking dead..."
"What can we do?" asks Alyx, looking between Godark and Wan for ideas.
Godark tightens his grip on Kranatakyn and grips Alyx's elbow with his other hand. "You'll be fine."

Wan pushes forward and braces his aura for something big. Maybe, just maybe, he can keep the destruction at bay. The incendiary wall looms before them and then hits like a tidal wave. It intensely burns at Wan's aura, draining energy from the priest until he is forced to step back. He had hoped to use his aura as a shield, not just for the Mals and his friends but to protect the integrity of the road... but this is not the case. The fire simply travels around his aura and continues burning the wall on the other side. Wan's aura doesn't encompass the "skin" of the Red Road, only the things contained within it.

Alyx sees Mal's near her struck by the fire but it doesn't seem to harm flesh and blood. Instead it flows right through the Mals as if they aren't even there. Unfortunately her relief at seeing them survive is short-lived as the full horror of the fire and its purpose soon becomes apparent. Without the Red Road beneath their feet, or sheltering them from the darkness between Worlds, the Army of Mals are suddenly cast adrift. As Alyx stares in horror, thousands of Mal's begin drifting away into the endless cold darkness, spinning and silently screaming as they are consigned forever to the Void.

Filled with rising panic she feels Godark tighten his grip on her arm and sees him point to Wan. The Priest of the Source appears in intense concentration, keeping the Void outside of his aura and those within it safe... but for how long?

As the Mals are obliterated, Sinsifel tells Wan and his friends to save themselves. "Go, if you can. Morgrim is destroying his Eldahar's connection to other realities... he's destroying all the bridges, preventing us from reaching him. If you can reach North, tell him the cavalry is still coming... but we will need a gateway to emerge through. Our place is here, with Maloth. We made an alliance with him and can't abandon it now..... Pray for us Priest...."

But the Supreme Commander's final words are lost in the Void.
Faced with the prospect of floating in the timeless Void forever, Wan reaches for the only thing he can... the Source.
Godark speaks to Wan but isn't sure he is heard. "If you have a fancy way of getting us out of here, do it now."
"I can sense the Source." Even though it seems such a long way away, Wan uses the Source as a guiding beacon, drawing himself and those protected by his aura towards it.

Morzul, sensing the approach of another powerful force of Chaos, sent a huge blast wave along the Red Road to annihilate it and everyone on it. The Red Road has now been completely destroyed - the very corridors between Realities ruptured and burned to nothingness, sending thousands of Mal's spinning off to ice cold deaths in the Void. Sinsifel called upon the Eye of Chaos to save as many of the Mals as possible but the Eye let her down. The Mal army has now been nearly entirely obliterated but at no small cost to Morgrim who has also lost his connection to the other 7 connected Chaos infested realities (8 if you include Xercifare's lands). Deprived of their power, Morgrim now orders the immediate invasion of Eldahar Prime and the Army of Mor begins its assault. He simply cannot afford any interference from other Chaos Lords at this point - especially not Maloth.

Wan, Alyx, Godark, Tanni and 25 Mal's arrive on the dunes of Zal'aba'rum. As soon as they arrive they are attacked by giant flesh hungry worms (called Chundrokk).

Darkness...

25 Mals, Tanni.

Just concentrate on getting us out of here... let me handle the rest...

"We made it - well done Wan..." gasps Alyx, utterly relieved to be back on solid ground.

"Dammit, where did they go..."

King North... 

Chaos.

Tanni and Wan speak up into the air - "Old friend, I have come to help you again... just like against the Elves of the Grey Mountains. Only I know the secret of you and Corflamme and its connection to Queen Kitara. I vouch for these people here."

Captain Vale of the Mirror Guard - Aged 44. One eye (his left) - other eye socket covered with a blue cloth. Missing 3 fingers on his right hand (bitten off by the Chrundrokk while carrying out a rescue attempt 4 years ago. The Mirror Guard pour salt over the ground around the mirror site, to keep the Chundrokk at bay. The pesky critters find salt completely abhorrent.

Vale looks up into the air and gives an order to an invisible recipricant. "No time to question them here. Adjust re-entry angle to reflect us straight into the Hall of Spears."

20 seconds pass and nothing happens causing Vale to grow impatient. "Come on Brian, we don't have all day. These little ones will draw an adult any minute now."

Mal - One Mal - "Mal" by name.

"I am Wan," says Wan.

"The Mirror Guard are ready to leave the citadel your highness," says a soldier, bowing stiffly to the Queen in his full plate Mirrormir armour.
"Thank you Adric, please ensure any remaining civilians are conducted safely to the bunker."

Red presses on, leading her entourage and Wan's group across a wide stone bridge between two one three hundred foot high buildings. With a broad view of the Citadel and its surrounding buildings, Wan and Alyx pause in their strides to take a look around at the place that has sheltered the sole survivors of this alternate world for the last few years.

Every building is tall - taller than any buildings ever built in a human city back on Eldahar Prime. The tallest structure thrusts over one thousand feet above the ground and glints in the sun like it is embedded with precious stones. Some of the architecture seems to have sprung from unknown roots but the rest bares recognizable traces of Kai'Myrriahian, Andorian, Elandian, Esian and even exotic Suraanese and Sardinese influences. The archways, balconies, crenelations, bas relief images, mantles and ledges don't just add splashes of multicultural life, they leap out with their originality and craftsmanship. Yet it is obvious to any onlooker that the hands and minds of races other than human have left their mark of grandeur upon the horizon of the Sanctuary... elves, dwarves and the near God-like Eldar themselves.

Bridges span between the buildings, creating walkways through the air. Gardens in full and majestic bloom rise up from the tops of lower buildings, creating forests and bouquets of colour in the unlikeliest of places. And yet above it all, a reminder of the Citadel's tragic purpose, the sky is awash with a silver sheen that curves down to form a protective dome over the buildings and their outermost limits. Sanctuary's shield against the Chaos outside, an effective barrier keeping the monsters out and everyone else trapped within.

"We are preparing to fight our final battle. It's a battle we can win, but not survive," Red explains.

"I need to keep North alive - because I need him," says Wan. "He needs to come back with us."

The Queen laughs. "You are failing to grasp what I am saying. Everyone here will die... This world has run its course. Everyone..."

"...except General North...." Wan mutters stubbornly.

As the Queen continues to walk briskly towards some unknown destination, she asks the taciturn General Verner to explain a little more about their situation. Flexing his artificial metal arm, the General reluctantly takes a deep breath.

"It's like this right, the Chaos forces are gathered in two locations. When I say gathered, I mean they've gathered their big guns in those places even though many are waiting elsewhere. We originally thought they were going for just the one location, Mount Eldahar, or what's left of it, but that turned out to be a ruse. Morzul had been deliberately hiding a second force from us up in the North by keeping their movements below the ice. Hundreds of Drakes have been busy digging a network of ice tunnels. It's a wretched maze up there for sure with every tunnel looking the same to confuse our Mirror makers. Anyway, we now know that the initial thrusts will take place near here, at Mount Eldahar's Master gate site and up in the North at the Titan graveyard, in Northern Mordark.

From intelligence gathered through interrogation and missions within the various Chaos strongholds we've discovered that Morzul wants to cement his victory over your reality by waging a battle first. He wants to win favour from his followers and at the same time, thin the herd of other potential First Eternals who are waiting for him to trip up. This is why he is deliberately opening two large gates to your reality through which he intends on sending his strongest and most untrustworthy forces. He believes that his forces can crush any half hearted resistance mustered by your reality and thereforce secure him an even greater majority of belief for when the two worlds fully merge. He doesn't want to leave anything to chance!

We're minutes away from dispatching troops to the Master Gate site, to help the Dragon Crown wielders and their allies fight.

As near as we can figure, both Eldahars are being drawn together at an increasing rate of speed. When the two realities collide, whoever controls the majority of the World's Heart will be forced to try and repair anything that happens as a result. Here on this reality, that is Morzul. On your reality, we know it is a little more complex, what with Dragon Crowns, Arun and Dragon Gods.

No one can know the outcome of such a collision. But one thing is extremely likely - the world as you know it and how we remember it, will very likely end.
There's nothing we can do here to help those on the other side. It's up to them to muster their own defence. It's up to them to stand united against Morzul. United they stand or divided they fall. It's as simple as that.

Our King, in his wisdom, saw Chaos and Law ready to destroy your Eldahar 17 years ago and sought to buy us all some time. He knew that without such powers influencing us and our destinies, humanity would find a way to protect itself and offer up its own heroes to save the day. This has happened, but unfortunately, quicker than expected. Instead of a united world ready to defeat Chaos and its ilk, your world is currently being torn apart by feuds, mistrust and disbelief. It's a sad and sorry state of affairs.

In my opinion, we can't rely on your reality to stand united. So we've had to seek another solution. The Ark."

"What the hell?" says Alyx.
Tanni is quick to explain - "It's the Chaos - they can't take the risk that we're here to harm their plans. Narrow minded fools."

"What exactly do you want to achieve? Are you able to communicate with your ring?" asks Wan.
"We're here to help, not hinder..." says Tanni.

Loud voice shouts through - General Verner - "Right you lot, just stay put, until we think of what to do with you. You shouldn't have come. Whether you're friend or foe, it don't mean an elf full of beans at this moment..."

"We can't stay here... things will not go the way we want them to go..." says Wan. "We must get North back to E-Prime."
Godark - "So, what, you wanna kidnap the big guy, minutes before he leads his people to their final battle. He ain't gonna shrug and piss it all into the wind because you pour fancy ideas at him."
"We need to support him, up to the end... and then get him out of here," states Wan.

Godark - "Let's ditch these Chaos people - I'll take the girl, you take the Mal."

Alyx takes out the Mirror Mir Helmet.

Mal the Mal takes a whole suit and puts it on. Alyx also puts on a whole suit (impressed at its highly adjustable fit) - Godark sighs again when Alyx admires herself in a mirror.

While this is going on Wan pulls out Methos' stone - thinking that he understands how it works. Wan believes that the stone compass will lead him to North. He tries to use the old Magic.

Somewhat disappointingly it doesn't work.

"I can't believe you just tried to use that crock of shit," says Godark.

Wan infront, Alyxia in the middle and Godark behind. "Just expose your hand so I can contact your aura."

Need is the only contact to the Source in this world. Wan cannot locate it properly.
Godark looking out of window - grabs Alyx - points to a large force of Mirror Mir soldiers heading into a immense round tower building across a bridge.

Tanni unhitches her gigantic black blade and says her goodbyes. "It's time I went my own way. I need to find a good spot to send Sin the all clear."

Wan wishes her goodluck. Tanni shrugs. "I've never believed much in luck. Just Sinsifel." She gives a smart Mal Army salute and jogs off down an empty corridor, leaving Wan, Alyx and Godark rush towards the tower.

They cross the bridge and rush inside the bastion's immense doors, just as they are beginning to mechanically close. Enormous steam driven cogs grind and shudder, bringing the thirty foot high doors to a resounding close behind them.

A voice echoes over a loud speaker - "Attention, Attention, the Shield is about to be breached."

A heavily bearded Mirror Guard steps up to Wan. It's obvious though that the man has no idea who Wan or his companions are. Instead of challenging them, he seems relieved. "By the God's, you nearly got shut outside."

Godark looks at the doors and privately asks his sword to prep something destructic to blow them back open, just in case, causing the sword to vibrate eagerly at the prospect.

Notes

North's people call the "Broken Realm" - "Eldaharn"; a name given to it by the Eldar Elluva.
Morgrim's Lords of Mor call the Realm - "Nevermore."

Total Population of Sanctuary ;-
11023 civilians and 1800 Men at Arms - Of which 450 are Mirror Guard.

The Bastion - Central building in the Citadel / Sanctuary - Final defence against Chaos should the exterior wardings be breached. It is this central imposing structure that everyone is called to.

"By the blessed makers... they're here..." cry the gate keepers, their voices reeking of dread. Outside of the Bastion, the shield barrier is breached allowing titanic tentacled horrors to begin oozing their way inside, overshadowing the sky scraper towers of Sanctuary with their undulating bulks.

Wan allows himself to be swept deeper into the structure, to its very heart, the bottom of a cylinder of throbbing energy surrounded by hundreds of heavily armed and grim-faced soldiers.

"Visitors from the other Eldahar... come near the front," North shouts.
Alyx looks around. "Who's he mean?"
"Us," replies Godark in an unamused tone.

When Wan and the others are in position, towards the front, North begins. His voice travels loud and clear throughout the gathering, conveying strength and purpose.

"Sentinals - This sanctuary has served as our home for the last decade. Each and every one us has lived a lifetimes worth of battles, pain and sorrow within it's walls. We have sheltered here, we have hidden, and retaliated in brief skirmishes, raids and missions of subterfuge... no more I say! Today, we as one, leave this place never to return. Today, we go to our final battle. Morgrim's armies stand waiting - expecting us... are we going to disappoint them? Are we going to be late?"

"No!" the gathering cries.

"For those that have fallen, the Eldar, the Elves, the Dwarves, the other races who have now, on this World, become but memories, we go to fight for them... but most importantly, we fight for those who live on the otherside... We have but one chance now, one chance to turn back the tide of Chaos.... we need just a little time.... Life is not worth living, unless you have a cause - a reason to breathe, to love, to exist. We, the last remaining living souls of this Eldahar, have just such a cause... we're here to teach Morzul and his craven master, the true spirit of the living... the unconquerable Will of Man."

Again the crowd erupt, cheering and brandishing their highly reflective metal blades. Then North's son steps forward, holding his flaming blue sword aloft for all to see.

"Sentinals - I will be leading you to the Master Gate and Mount Eldahar. I know each of you, each of your names, I know your families - I have shared and stood with each of you as you have suffered loss... And now, here, today, on this day of days, I am honoured to stand and fight by your side. Today is the day that our world ends, so that another may live."

Cheering.

"Our sacrifice will be told of and passed down for eons to come. No one here will be forgotton. No one here will die forever. For the King, for our Heroes, for the Soul of Mankind... Be true to yourselves... be brave, be bold... do not falter, do not retreat... fight... fight for what matters... go forth with me into history..."

Even more cheering. The Prince then turns and leads a charge into the great column of light. As he enters it, he is stretched to hundreds of feet in height before being beamed into the sky to some far off destination. Following him go the Sentinals, the light failing to rebound from their Mirror Mir suits. 

North - "You honour us with your presence. We gladly accept your aid."

Godark makes a hopeful suggestion to Wan and Alyx - "We could split up..." Used to working alone and not caring about the destruction caused by Kranatakyn, Godark doesn't really want to be hindered by Wan's scruples.

Wan - "What do you want to do?"

"It is North's Destiny to do what he is doing, I wil not cheapen it," says Wan.
 
 

Principal Characters / Objects.

King North - White streaks in his hair. Appears in his mid 30's. Scarred arms and body.
Queen Red - Red haired, fiery co-ruler of the Broken Realm - wielding the "damaged" sword Deed.
Prince Cristian - Son of North and Red. Wielder of the Blue sword and sole representative of Law on the Broken Realm. Aged 16. Dark hair, shoulder length. Medium but athletic build. 16 COM. Christian possesses great strength.
Lanolin the Archer - Old white haired male elf. Bow called Sun Shard. 96 SR in Great Bow (2d8 per arrow, imp 8 per dice) + 1d12 STR bon. Arrows are like fire bolts, inflicting 3d6 fire damage+3.
Corbin - Master of Mirrors - wears very thick glasses with multiple lenses.
General Verner - One armed - left arm replaced by magic and metal. Appears 50 years of age. Luaci's sword - "Justice" - but broken, now but a shard of its former self.  Rotund.
General Aidar - Who bears the Qual Sword - Slayer. Mid 20’s. 5’11”, heavier build, short brown hair, big nose, big chin, big ears, very big hands. Brimmed hat on and doublet, silver buttons, a wide, flared pair of pants.
Major Damian - Who carries a magical wall shield - creates mirror images of itself, 100 in each direction! Each shield lasts for 20AP, only moves if Damian moves and lasts for 3 rounds. 3 per day.
Elensyll Hawk - Of former Silverkeep. White hair, late 20’s in appearance hanging down to backside, 5’10”, slim of build, dressed in dark blue dress, knife at her side, necklace, pendant, white gold circlet, very pale blue eyes.
Breya - Istar's daughter - Has tear drop tattoos, one on each cheek. Blue hair with a white forelock, and appears to have half elven features, her ears lightly pointed, slim, silver cresent moon circlet on her brow, tends to wear sky blue dresses and an annulet set with a golden glowing stone.

Sentinals - a.k.a North's Mirror Guard - last survivors of the Broken Realm. Circa 2617 - The Mirror Guard number 221 brave souls wearing war torn armour.

Prescience - Highly advanced artificial lifeform created by Custodian Sebal during Sinsifel's first visit to the Broken Realm. Sebal left Prescience behind, along with the Arkysancture. Appears a bald headed sexless humanoid with smooth silver metallic skin.

Arkysancture - Large oval crystal stone, retrieved from the wreckage of a vessel that crashed through the Idiom upon Eldahar Prime (The Sister Aegis); the Ark is essentially a data store containing the sum total of a whole planet broken down into data (the matrix of life), ranging from its various species to flora, fauna and terrain. If the Ark is ever fully activated, it will act as a Terraforming device, rewriting everything around it on a planetary scale to become the World of its Creators. Prescience is working on the unlock code to activate this power of the Ark. The Arkysancture, because of its scientific absolute content is perceived by Eldaharn and Eldahar as an object of extreme Lawfulness; because of this, it generates an immensely powerful field of Protection vs Chaos (putting Chaos at -100% to all actions!).

Ark lances - Powerful handheld weapons created by Prescience to combat Chaos. They appear like long spears made of some strange steel alloy, embedded with tiny crystals that gleam and catch the light. When activated (once per round), the lance fires a bolt of lethal searing light. Each lance can fire 15 bolts before needing a recharge. Each bolt has an effective range of 150 feet and does 6d6+6 heat damage. Normal lance damage is 2d6 +15% +3/+3 due to light weight, ease of use and machine sharpening / analysis of weight adjustments. Ark Lances recharge in proximity to the Akysancture powered Elluvian Disk.

Elluvian Disk - Named after Elluva (RIP 14 years ago), the Elluvian Disk is not a creation of Prescience, but Elluva's own version of the Arkysancture. Prescience has simply made a device designed to draw information from the disk and convert it into power that can be used to "charge" other devices. The disk appears 2 feet wide and made of an amalgamation of metals and strange alloys. It is like a large metal record, its surface and subsequenct depths, etched with untold and unfathomable quantities of information. When the disk is activated, it spins (just like a record). A crystal tipped needle scrapes along it, "reading" the information. As the info is read, the crystal responds to the "Law" that it "reads" by glowing brighter and brighter... energy is the conducted away from the device to a dozen receptors that can then be used to charge "Law" devices slotted into them. *Note - Elluva knew for a long time what the Arkysancture actually was and long before the final battle against Chaos and the splitting of Eldahar, he began to work on his own version of it... the disk is essentially an almost indestructible record of Qual history. Everything about the Qual, their race and the other 6 Star races is embedded in the disk. It contains their history, their biology, their thoughts - everything. Before Elluva died, he entrusted the Disk to North saying - "Should we fail today, we, the Children of Orion will be no more. I entrust to you all that will remain, a testament to our accomplishments... a tombstone to forever mark our failures."

The Ark Cannon - Powerful device created by Prescience to obliterate Chaos forces. Fires a concentrated stream of light containing DNA sequences and Phyrion Radiation particles. Anything struck by the cannon is genetically rewritten over the space of several seconds. The cannon can fire once a minute over a maximum 15 mile range. It is firmly entrenched and positioned within the Citadel of Mirrors.

Alkiums - Stones created by Prescience that can be set into pendants or carried attached to weapons. The stones range in size from golf ball to breeze-block. Each raw stone is targeted with a laser, cut to precise size and measurement utilising Numerology; the stones are imprinted both on the surface and inside by flow lines and symbols of science, thereby giving them a powerful Lawful effect upon anything of Chaos. Equivalent to +25% MR vs Chaos and its magic as well as putting anything of Chaos at -25% to all actions (save vs 10th level). The largest Alkiums are effective at 50 feet radius. Alkiums resonate with one another too, gaining +5% from proximity with one another vs Chaos (up to a maximum of +50%). Prescience has managed to manufacture 500 Alkium stones for the battle vs Morgrim's forces.

Captain Vale of the Mirror Guard - Aged 44. One eye (left). Blue cloth covering other. Missing 3 fingers on his right hand (bitten off by the Chrundrokk while carrying out a rescue attempt 4 years ago.)

Mirror Mages - Descendants from Sevekar to the South of Sardium, Mirror Mages number less than 20. Their "magical" art is slowly disappearing along with their special mirrors. 154 mirrors remain in existence within the Citadel. Over 200 more have been smashed during attacks by Chaos. It takes up to one month to manufacture a mirror with only half a dozen ever in production at any given time.

Griffins - Giant golden birds used by the Mirror Guard to battle Mor's winged horrors. The Mirror Guard fight in the air with deadly lances (4d6 damage - every 6 is an impale for an extra dice of damage!).

Morgul Hunters - Men crossed with jackals - savage groups of hunters that patrol the open wastelands of the Broken Realm.

First Eternal - Morzul was the First Eternal of Morgrim for over a thousand years. But, after being defeated and banished to the Broken Realm by North and the power of Need, Morgrim punished Morzul by banishing him to Morgrim's home plane of Morgatha. Ruling in Morzul's place came the younger Menekkra; Menekkra successfully wiped out the remaining Qual and the followers of Law but repeatedly failed in subsequent years to defeat King North. Eventually, frustrated by his new First Eternal's continued failure and the rapidly approaching single most important battle of his existence, Morgrim decided at zero hour to give Morzul one last chance. Released from his Chaotic prison, even more powerful than before (like a very smelly mouldy cheese), Morzul unleashed his new powers upon Menekkra, consigning the young upstart to a fate worse than death (times manyfold!).

Current Major Lords of Mor
1) - Kellor Axor - The Iron Behemoth. A living rolling battle engine over 100 feet high and 600 feet in length.
2) - Yulasha - The Queen of Spiders.
3) - Vladikash Sulsh - Lord of the Mind Flayers.
4) - Orkus (Son of the deceased Orkrist) - Lord of Bones and the remaining 11 Black Giants.
5) - Mezzenzanthri - Archon of Mor (High Chaos Priest) - Morzul's second in command.

Current Minor Lords of Mor
6) - Wretch (a.k.a  - Lord of the Flesh Eaters and Mist Wraiths. 2nd in command is Zentalusa Fek.
7) - Jagoon - Lord of the Orn of Mor (The Khi'uyo).
8) - Fenrin Dag'ag'nu - Lord of the Mormen - Updul's and Vath's.
9) - Karpas - Lord of Many Faces.
10) *Recently replaced* - Pan, The Mad Goat.
11) *Recently replaced* - Lord Unknown.
12) *Recently replaced* - Lord Unknown.

The first force intends on passing through at the site of Mount Eldahar. This is located no less than 50 miles away from the Citadel of Mirrors.
The army is led by Mezzenzanthri, Morzul's second in command - a powerful but shrunken Chaos Priest who rides aloft a giant Ice Troll (Yailin Shukran).
Spies put the army at 500,000 Mormen. 100,000 Skeletons. 75,000 Winged Horrors. 10,000 Beastmen and the 8 Gibbering Mouths of Dah-aarg - Chaos behemoth's of various sizes and ferocity. Oh and of course, 4 other Principal Lords of Mor and their pets / minions.

The second force in the North, within Mordark itself, according to intel, consists of much larger numbers;
1,000,000 Mormen. 250,000 Ice Elementals. 75,000 Mist Wraiths. 500 Ice Giants. 800 Ice Trolls. 12 Ice Drakes. 800 Priests of Mor.
Plus, 6 more of the Lords of Mor.

FACT - Morgrim does not need to completely conquer the other Eldahar to win. All he needs to do is establish a firm enough foothold. As soon as that happens, he can trigger his Eldahar to superimpose with the other, creating a lot of horrible situations.

His other plan is to wipe out many of Eldahar's powerful entities first - so that there are less beings to challenge his dominance of the Prime. But how does he intend on doing this?

Morgrim's most deadly weapon is his assassin - The Northern Prayer Aiseeka. Aiseeka is a hooded figure and has already been responsible for the death of Eldar Luvon and Eldar Quiverin - both slain by "True Iron" after their Sigma shields were blasted away.

Eldahar in the North will defend itself with Dragons. As soon as the gateway opens, Azrianne, Aran and others will move to confront it, supported by the combined Covens of Arun - The Witch King. It is still unknown if the Army of One, created by the Titan Tethysantra will participate on the side of the other Dragons. Apparently Tethysantra is negotiating a power-play with some of the most ancient "Alondian" / Draconian leaders. 

In the South, by Mount Eldahar and its Master Gate, the Immortals of the Equilibrium gather to make a stand alongside the Crown wielders and Arun's army of Deathwatch (sequestered safely in the Tower of Babel).

But this two pronged attack by Chaos is only the beginning. Morzul will trigger the opening of all lesser gates and send forces through each of these too. And the more belief swings in his favor, the more gates he will open, allowing a Flood of babbling creations into every corner of Eldahar Prime.