The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

*and when they step into the rift.... well, adriel arrives on point... probably... On the other hand, Liruxa Balagrine Ely'tira Zytriesh steps out inside the circle.... in all of her imposing magnificence... She stands about 2ish meters tall to the top of her head, and is clad in a full set of heavy armour(minus helmet because badass) resembling a heldrake in design, although more sleek and angular than jagged and random than chaos usually doe sit... She also has a large, two handed axe in her right hand, and the sabatons and gauntlets of her armor are in the shape of clawed hand and feet. She has a pair of draconic horns curving along the top of her head, sweeping back over her flame red hair that literally seems to burn with fire within, as do her irises.*
Lir: .....the hell...

Autarch: This is your warrior?

Dal: It would indeed seem so....
Lir: ........Okay, what the hell is going on here? *tries walking out of the circle, and is stopped by a forcefield*.....and why am i inside a warded cage....

Autarch: Your idea, you get to talk.

Dal: ..right, I
Lir: ....shut up... tolerate weakling mages, i may, but not when they keep me from my goals and cage me mid-travel... *to autarch* ...you...... you seem like a warrior worth conversing with... talk

Autarch: *Glares at the Farseer before looking at Lir* One moment. *looks at Farseer* "What is it we want?"

Dal: ..........I may not have actually thought this far ahead... Depends, do we want a simple cooperation agreement, or more? The council was so undecided, they did not even set proper objectives...

Autarch: Co-operation.

Dal: Right.... that then... She is strong, be careful

Autarch: You don't say. *Turns to Lir* "My Farseer sees a future where our mutual co-operation brings power and glory to both you and I.

Lir: ....is that so? You wish to make some deal with me? What are you, some renegades looking for power to fulfil some age-old agenda?

Autarch: Our craftworld is dying, and against better judgement our council hopes to make some form of agreement with you.

Lir: .....I am listening.......

Autarch: *Gives the Farseer a look that says tell her what we want*

Dal: ...right....So, as he said, we have suffered numerous setbacks to our military strength.... as such, it is not impossible that we are going to get wiped out, and with that, our soulstones broken and we thrown at the whims of she-who-thirsts... However, I have seen a world of exodites who seem to be less and less affected by her predations...
Lir: ...oh, right... lovely world, that one... So, you want protection? ....could be done... however, *looks at autarch*.....spineless as your seer seems to be, do you know how that has come to pass?

Autarch: No I don't.

Lir: Worship. Simple as that. They worship me, and in exchange, they get power and protection...

Autarch:......................*Looks at Farseer*...*looks back* I'm guessing if we don't you'll kill us all.

Lir: ....hardly... You seem to think that I am some Khornate brute...

Autarch: Well you do look the part

Lir: ....ex-khornate...

Autarch: Ex?

Lir: oh, you see, a few thousand years back, i met this lovely guy... almost managed to chop his head clean off... but then he captured my soul and shoved it inside a heldrake to see what happens...*goes full fangirl mode* That is when he captured my heart... Turns out, even eldar can be masterful warriors when they want to be! So i started following him around and by now, i dont think Khorne would welcome me back...

Autarch: *nods* Riiight...

Lir: So yeah, Ex-Khornate is the accurate term...

Autarch: Okay...

Lir: So no pointless slaughter... all i need is for khorne to feed off of my slaughter... No, should you refuse, your gains will be roughly equal to what you offer....

Autarch: So nothing. Hmm, well I need to discuss this with the council"

Lir: Is that so.... then perhaps so should i....

Autarch: She's not coming to the ship...

Lir: Ah, do you perhaps not trust me...?

Autarch: Not at all.

Lir: ...what if I gave you my word? A demons word still binds her after all...

Autarch: I'm pretty sure that's not true

Lir: how ill-informed... a demon may speak a hundred lies, but there is always truth in it... Should I merely say "I swear not to touch that rock", of course, there are ways to go around that, but there are no lies to hide the oath itself behind...

Autarch: Right...Your call Farseer, you are on the council so you choose.

Adriel: *Steps out of the portal, onto a daemon world... and waits.... and waits...* "Where the fuck is she?"

Dar: ............Right.... swear this, warpspawn: You shall knowingly bring harm to none while aboard the craftworld...
Lir: Quite agreeable... I, Liruxa Balagrine Ely'tira Zytriesh, shall bring no harm knowingly upon any denizens of your craftworld while aboard....
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*he can feel her presence...because bond of loooove... or whatever... on a planet that is not this one...*

*Adriel attempts to tear open the fabric of space aboard the eldar's ship, quite possibly causing the mental equivalent of a back alley mugging to whoever set the wards.*

Autarch: It's what she will unknowingly do that worries me now. Right, now for getting you to the council.

*they are on a planet, not a craftworld... who spawns a demon in a craftworld?! *
Lir: little I can do about that which I know not, wouldnt you say....?
*A tear opens and Adriel steps through, i guess*
Lir: .....I was wondering why i was the only one caught....
*meanwhile, the seer is trying not to faint at the backlash*

*The Autarch has his weapons drawn and raised*

*Adriel steps forth from the rift, fully two metres in height, clad in grey knight power armour, finished in silver, and gilded in gold. In his right hand he holds a sword, sheathed in flame which ignites the grass where its tip rests on the ground, and his right bears a great gauntlet, with hooked, talon-like claws on his fingertips, hanging from his limp fingers, are almost transparent threads of radiance, coiling and whipping about in the air. The surroundings are bathed in a golden light, which seems to move slower than light aught to.*

OOC: Planet.....in a field.

OOC. ...just roll with it, i guess..... he enters through a rift and glows in the field

OOC: EPIC PARAGRAPH HAS BEEN EDITED

Autarch: Imperials know we're here! *A laser slams into Adriel's armour, doing minor damage to a pauldron*

Lir: ......no they dont...... wait, do you even still count as imperial?

Adriel: "Fire at me again, xeno, and i shall have your head mounted upon a pike, and your soulstone thrown to the warp."

Lir: ...actually, they kind of want to cut a deal with us...

Autarch: You wouldn't make it off this planet imperial.