Angel of Terra's Story

"Enough!" Shouted a voice from the sky as a girl with six wings appeared in the air. "To long has your shadow tainted the land. I am the Angel of Terra! I am the tears and blood of those you have mindlessly slain! I am judgement and retribution! And I will wipe you from my Holy Land!"

Great waves of pure holy light came down from the angel it's power healing and protecting the warriors of the TLA and Imperium. But any Shadows caught in the waves would feel the fury of godlike flame ripping them to the very core.

A new and powerful protector was born and her crusade was just beginning...

Nymeth the Shadowling, the Legion, and the Shadow Guard all shuddered collectively. Something big was coming. Something powerful enough to shake fear into the battle-hardened, and already terrifying enemy of the Imperium. Even as the annoyance known as the Angel of Terra used her magic to burn the Legion, fighting continued, albeit suddenly the Grey Knights and Guardsman began to make headway, pushing the Legion back quickly.

Shadow Commandos lept into the Alleyways they'd come from, the Shadow Guard would launch devastating kicks in an effort to knock back the Grey Knights long enough to turn back towards their portal and leave, and the Shadow Legion simply began to die. Slowly it became a mass of unending Black Sludge, undulating and smoldering all at the same time while still retaining a liquid, gelatinous form that raced for the Alleys and Storm-Drains.



The very air and ground rumbled and shook as a great roar echoed across the land; the Roar of a Dragon. Not of Draco, but of something much more powerful. One not too keen on the presence of the Shadow Legion. A beam of Golden Light arced down from the sky, landing in the dead-center of the Shadow Legion Forces, vaporizing them on contact. Irral, the First Son, had arrived.



As the beam of Golden Light faded, Irral stood fully in his Armor, the Twelve Foot-Tall Human form of the First Dragon born from the Light herself lowering his gaze upon the Shadows of the Legion. His hand slowly raised to the Lance upon his back, drawing it and settling into a stance.

All was still.

Before a Shadow could Screech and attack, the Lance pierced its mouth, spearing straight through it and into the chest of another Shadow. Within seconds Irral was dog-piled by the Shadows, but all he did was open a hand, a ball of Holy Draconian Light expanding from it, blasting the Shadows away from his body and vaporizing them as he then twirled his Lance around his body quickly, creating a light breeze likely felt by many in the area from how quickly he spun it. With it he sliced through every minion the Shadow Legion sent at him, Minotaurs were cast aside, Shadows torn asunder, Commandos ended entirely, and Watchers dispersed. Nymeth the Shadowling herself narrowly escaped decapitation, fading into the Shadow of her cloak, leaving Irral standing alone as the Shadow Legion continued to squelch and attempt to leave the area.

Slowly, the Dragon of Corrupted Light turned, facing the TLA and Imperium; looking upon them with a discerning gaze. He paid no mind to the Angel, her power actually helping him, holding back the inherent Corruption within his own body and Magic. "I commend you all for your efforts against the Legion of Shadows...... but I'm afraid you are too late; if they are here, then Draco has claimed this land as his own...." his Lance was in a relaxed, but ready position within his right hand as his head turned to gaze over the area, watching the remaining Shadows try to attack from the flanks of Guardsman Positions. "I recommend you all leave now.... so I may Cleanse this land of its Corruption." he lifted his Left Hand, the fingers curled into a Claw as an orb of Golden Light Swirled in his palm, corrupted by the faintest tinge of Purple. Retribution; Irral's most powerful combative Spell. He would find a way to use it to cleanse an area of Darkness; this would prove to be an excellent testing ground.

As the Shadow Legion withdrew from the area, Imperial Guard forces hunkered down slowly approached forward or held defensive positions for those that advanced forward. Heavy weapons were being reloaded, fresh energy packs were being inserted into las-guns, and armor held their tactical positions. They slowly approached the city with steady hands ready to fire if required.

However the Grey Knights were another story. They were outraged that a unknown being dares to step in and make them leave. This was their task for the Emperor, they would be the ones to purge the area. And they would never allow a xeno to dare say to leave the area.

The Paladin, Pravius marched forward. "Cease your tongue xeno! We will not leave this area. We will be the ones to purify this area in the Emperors name! We do not require your aid, we do not require the aid of the false deity that has also appeared! We are the defenders of humanity and you are not needed. We have this area under our control. We will purify this area without your aid xeno!" The Paladin stated before turning to the Grey Knights gathered. They decided to work quickly before the Imperial Guard appeared. They were already channeling their psychic might, ready to commence purification of this area and the land.

The Terra Nova forces regrouped those few of the recon force left as well as what was left of the Vikings and Banshees. The Ghost took command of the ragged group as they worked to heal wounded and repair damaged vehicles. There was victory but at great cost.

The Angel of Terra sighed upon hearing the words of the Imperium Leader. "Can you not see we are all on the same side here?" She asked.

"Don't waste your breath Angel they are too blinded by their self righteousness to listen to truth. What we came here for is gone now and we have no desire to stay here and help the Imperium start another war." Spoke the Ghost

The Ghost turned to her men "Let's get the hell out of here shall we?"

As the Terra Nova troops made ready to leave the Angel of Terra went towards the Imperium " Can't you see that your bigotry and arrogance turns the very people you claim to protect against you?"

The blade of Irral's Lance was at the throat of the Paladin within the blink of an eye, the orb of Magic growing larger, the Corrupted Purple of his magic more prominent as his rage was stirred by the man's words. Slowly tilting the blade upwards, Irral hoped gaze upon the entirety of the man's face, using the blade to direct the man's head to either side. Of course this action would draw retaliatory action from the Grey Knights, or at least a set-up action as they took aim at him for daring to lash out at their leader. Ignoring this, Irral stepped forwards, his face only scant feet away from that of the Paladin's.

"Humans.... your kind has always been brash and Arrogant; why the All-Mother insists upon protecting your kind I will not know. But I do not have to follow her rules if I so choose...." Golden eyes glowed beneath the visor of his helmet, peering into the eyes of the human at the end of his Lance, seeming to stare into his soul. "If humans knew what was good for them, they would hold their tongues; Now then. I give you this choice: Leave and live. Tell your Emperor your efforts were made to look like child's-play and suffer the humiliation of that knowledge. Or attack me, and be cleansed, yourselves." Irral raised the ball of energy in his hand. Any sudden hostile movements would not end well for the Grey Knights. This Dragon did not fear them; even Draco would consider them a threat.

Irral did not.

The Dragon of Corrupted Light was eerily still; almost statuesque with how still he was, the blade of his Lance mere millimeters away from the throat of the Paladin known as Pravius. "Think carefully of your next Action, Human. Draco and his forces are mere children and insects to me; consider what makes you."

Pravin glared at the dragon as it dared raise his lance to him. It did not help that the false diety was taking to them as well. "I do not fear you xeno. Nor do my brothers fear you as well. You dare train your weapon against me?...You Xenos are all the same, arrogence blinds you all." His gaze turned to the angel in the skies. "We do not need to listen to the likes of you angel. Your kind has done enough. You all sit back and degrade humanity and mortals. We are the ones who fight for the people, not you. So silence your tongue!"

The Paladins gaze soon return to Irral. "I have faced threats that has said the same and destroyed them...We will not withdraw from this area, we are not afraid of you. We will purge you all the same like the Shadow Legion rabble, as with all that oppose the Imperium. We would have slain you already but our Emperor has forbidden us to kill damnable Xenos unless you prove to be a threat...by all means keep your lance raised...I will be glad to end your kind..." The Paladin glared as he stared right at Irral.

The Grey Knights in the area of course were ready to strike in the blink of an eye, with their Nemisis-Force weapons and their psychic might. They had no qualms either about killing Irral.

The Terra Nova had nothing more to say as they loaded aboard thier transports and began to leave. They would not be caught up in the shit storm that was brewing.

The Angel of Terra just shook her head " Dig your own grave then Imperium" she said shaking her head again she would fade from view though her voice spoke one last thing to Irral...
" I thank you for your aid...."

Bastakia sat upon her throne as she watched over her people. Suddenly she felt a holy aura appear. " What outsider enters my realm? Speak quickly.."

The Angel of Terra stepped into Bastakia's throne room. "I am the Angel of Terra...there is an alliance forming to rid Terra of a great evil..."

"The Imperium and some damn dragon joining to kill some evil dragon.... I'm a goddess. Do you not think I know what is happening in the universe?" Bastakia snorted. "And do you think I give a damn what happens to Terra...let the damn junk heap burn.... Get out of my sight Angel I will not advise my people to fight and die for that shithole planet!"

The Angel of Terra sighed. "You do not understand... If Terra falls to the darkness it will be able to spread...war could come to the Mauhasinan Empire as well. And the Shadows with the souls of Terra...they would be unstoppable...."

Bastakia sighed. "Very well Angel... I will speak to the Emperor of the Imperium...but I make no promises..."

Bastakia sent out a mental message to the Emperor of Man... "A certain Angel as convinced me that it may be in my best interest so aid you in this coming war... I and the Angel seek a meeting..."