Chapter IV: Power Overwhelming-The Markior

Markior falls through the portal, leaving the temple behind. The energies around him seem like a blue vortex. As he approches the end of the portal, he sees a world. "What by the great gods of Aiur?" He yells, seeing as how he is still way up high. "RECALL!" Markior casts recall and safely lands on the planet's surface. He smiles. "Recall. Bless the judicator who invented it..."
Markior grins and looks around. He returns to spirit form. "Such a strange world... yet so.. familiar?" He speaks to himself. He suddenly realizes that this world is a little TOO familiar. "What the? This is Aiur! Yet.. it is also Shakuras??" Markior looks around in astonishment. The trees and the green grass all have the qualities of Aiur, yet the rock formations, and the occasional blue ground are that of Shakuras. "What treachery is this?" He mumbles. He suddenly sees a lone Zergling stand beneath a tree.
Markior frowns. -_- "THIS is a challenge?" He mumbles. The zergling runs at Markior. Markior sighs and charges up a Psi blast. The Zergling arrives at Markior and.... purrs. Markior urghs. "What the?!" The Zergling walks in rounds around Markior and purrs some more. "Aww.. you're actually a very nice ling, aren't you?" Markior says, but then realizes: "Wait a second... nice Zerg? What am I saying?" The Zergling murrs and sits down infront of Markior. Markior shrugs and floats away, but the Zergling follows him. "Get away mutt! I mean.. Zergling!" Markior frowns. The Zergling "barks". Markior slaps himself in the face. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Ok, ok.. I'll keep you." The Zergling jumps around in joy. "Lessee.."Markior says. "I think I'll call you Dev, as in Devouring One." The Zergling nodnods.
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Markior floats onwards, but then sees something in the sky. He and Dev the Zergling look at it. It looks like a meteorite. The thing crashes with large speed into the earth a few miles away. "What was that, another visitor of this world?" Markior says. Dev krrs. Markior and Dev run towards the place of impact. Instead of finding a being or a meteorite, they find..
"A Protoss Warp Gate?" Markior wonders. "What could it be doing here?" Markior moves alittle closer, and stares into the gate. "By Tassadar... that is my battle chamber, back in my lair!" He says. Dev walks in circles around the warp gate and sniffs at it. "It must have some meaning. I'm going inside. Dev, you stay here." Markior says. Dev krrrs and sits down. Markior jumps in and appears in his warrior room.

(Note from writer: The following events are copied straight out of events that have really happened in my chatroom, aka my warrior room.)

Markior appears and sees an empty room. He looks around, and sees that it really is his warrior room. Joe's bloodpool is there, Poshi's fire sofa... Klongo's plate of candy eyeballs, everything is there. Markior sits down and starts meditating.
Sir Pseudeo Havering: "Always nice to meet one of the puppets in my world."
Markior keeps on meditating, his eyes still closed. "It was you, wasn't it? The one who wrote that message to me in the Temple." Havering grins. "It was in Rhenzin Mind you. A favorite style of mine, The old Eastern desert Rhenzin." Markior keeps on meditating. "I have learned that language a long time ago.... What is it what you want from me... or should I say... from us?" Sir Havering takes a few steps closer, almost idle in it's nonchalantness. "What I want from everyone. To do their roles in what I've set for them." Markior grins. "Really? I am not your puppet. The only reason why I came to this world is to find what I am looking for. If I do, I will be gone." Sir Havering paces over to right infront of the meditating spirit. "You're all so sure of destiny? Never bothered to question it? Ever think of the possibility what you think is only what you've been *told* to think?" Markior opens his eyes and stands up. "No-one tells me to think anything. I am the god of the mind, the very element of the psyche... I think what I think is right to think." Havering smiles in a bemused way. "Yes, god of the mind. And that makes you infallible, hmm? No chance of a slight error in those thoughts?" He speaks, while he paces around Markior. Markior says: "Errors are mere differances in opinion." Havering stops along side him with a slight smile on his face. "Clever phrasing. But, take note, Protoss, Sprit, I am *totaly* assured of what I say. I have no doubts in my words. Is there no chance things were set up to *give* you that mindset? You environment influenced you for a reason?" Markior frowns and says: "My environment? Hah. Who could set up an environment so easily to change my ways so percisely? And you have no doubts? Who are you, to be so certain? Do you even share HALF of the things I've seen, the things I have experienced?" Havering looks amused once more. "Do you think things are not *possible* to be arranged as to influence someone's development? Especially by an older force at that. Sheer childsplay, even mortals and you lizards do that with your younger generations." Markior eyes glow brightly has he growls: "I am NOT a lizard. I am Protoss!!" Havering grins and says: "My dear spirit, I've seen more than any mortal mind can stand. If I did not begin the road I'm on intentionally, I would be a madman by now." He begins to pace once more. "But I'm Far from being mortal. I'm a Time Bender, as I've been called. I can impliment histoy's course to suit my plans, and have done so for quite some time now." Markior's eyes widen, and speaks: "Really... you must hate me for being a time traveller... and then you must know what my reason is to be here.... if you are what you claim to be..." Havering stops and sneers slightly. Precisely. I am constantly having to close the Rip, which I created milennia ago to start my path as it's a constant annoyance now. I know you as easily--" *He holds out a hand and a grey covered book blinks into this plane.* "As I can write a book." Markior stares at the book and growls. "Well then. Not you, or Ulrezaj, or anyone else is going to hold me back. I'm going to see my fallen brethren again!!" Havering laughes for the first time. "It could most likely chill the forces that be even.. You wish to die that hastily? Not yet, spirit, not before you finish your role." Markior narrows his eyes. "To die would be a great challenge... But you seem to miss my point. I am most certain that this world you have created is somehow connected to the Nexus.... And within the Nexus, I can see the spirits of my fallen brethren again." He points at Havering. "And you better keep out of my way, time bender."
Havering puts out his arms. "Sounds like a nice dream. Perhaps it will happen, perhaps not." Markior grins. "Oh it will happen. And even if it won't happen, the things the Nexus can teach me will prove to be a great achievement as well." Havering sneers, totaly radiating confidence, and says: "Do you think you can *threaten* me alone? Do you think you can challenge me by yourself? I do hope you're not that arrogant...but then..." Markior's eyes lighten up as he speaks: "Whyr-Rhoh-Tin..." Havering immediately tenses seriously and says: "Don't blaspheme The great one with your foul tongue, Protoss. He is of magnitude beyond even my reach! Markior grins: "Really? In that case, I know my goal. Thank you for explaining those words to me, Time Bender..." Havering drops the grey book to the ground and a twisted looking scythe appears in his hands. "You won't even stand in my path." Markior's eyes glow brightly as he goes fully into spirit mode. "Won't I?" Havering twists his wrists and the scythe at the mid point and with a click it splits, becoming two rods, one with the blade, with a long chain between. "Not a chance." Havering releases the bladed sickle from his grasp and it hovers beside him. "I think you may get a nasty suprise, spirit..." Markior grins and says: "Surprises are what I live for, foul one." *Markior holds out his arms and two Warp Blades appear around his wrists.*
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Sir Pseudo Havering thrusts out a directing hand and the blade spins viciously for the Markior. As it rockets by a deep sickening slice echoes, as somehow, the blade sheared *deep* into the spirit. Markior's eyes widen. "How..." Havering sneers. "Ulridium! The metal that can wound even what is not completely there. Glad I hail from caelum." Markior groans: "....... hhhggg... as he pulls it out. He looks at his hand, it glows greyish. "You shall pay dearly for that..." Havering bellows and clenches his free hand, the sickle snapping back to life and withdrawing, slicing deep into the markior's wrist as it's recalled. Markior roars in pain. "This is impossible! Is cannot, SHALL not be so easily harmed!!" He casts PSIONIC STORM on his opponent, making the Psionic energy slash through him. Havering winces a bit and takes a step back. By the look he gives, apparently it would mean that just peeved him off even more. Havering snickers and makes the sickle vanish. "Enough of my toys, I feel a bit more serious." Markior roars as a cape appears around his neck. He turns around, the cape blocking Havering's view. Markior has cloaked completely and has become DT Markior, Dark Templar. Havering growls and holds his hands over his head, waving odd sygils in the air. "Don't think you're increasing your chances any more." He says. Markior speaks: "Oh but I am. You vastly underestimate the power of the FirstBorn..." Havering swung both hands foward and used an unnamed attack. Nothing seems to happen. Markior hits Havering two times with a Warp Blade, casts Dark Templar Swipe on him and Psiblasts him in the chest, knocking him back. Havering goes flying backwards and seems to dissapate. around Markior, the air distorts and time slows to a crawl. Suddenly, things revert at super fast pace, giving markior's molecules the equivalent of a road burn at 50 MPH. Pseudo regenerates a few feet away. Markior whinces in pain, and turns from a DT to normal spirit again, but now not harmed by the environment. "So you think you're the master of time and space? I myself have a trick in that category!!" Markior yells. Havering seems to raise an eyebrow and shrugs, holding out one gloved hand at Markior. "I'm merely the one who makes people who they are now. This *will* sting..." The Markior casts Black Portal Warp, and multiple black portals surround Havering. He Psiblasts into one of the portals, the blast goes through all the portals and through Haverings body. Havering jolts with recoil and his aim goes a bit off, shredding the air next to markior to antimatter, which quickly is replaced by matter around it, as if the air was water. TheMarkior widens his eyes at the happening. Havering yells: "Stop delaying the inevitable! Youre only making me lose my patience, Lizard!" Markior roars: DON'T CALL ME A LIZARD. I make my OWN destiny!! Havering growls: "You're as blasted persistant as the agent! But you *don't* have the 5% chance." Markior roars and shoots a beam of light and darkness into space. A beam of Total Grey, the power of the true Universes, hits Havering from the heavens. Markior roars: "Feel the power of Total Grey!!" Havering holds up his cape and dissamates the Total Grey, his cape only gets shredded, but he stays unharmed. Havering grins: "Looks more like totalled grey to me..." Markior widens his eyes. "That cannot be! That is impossible!!" Havering grins. "Enough childs play.. time to end this." Markior growls: "You're right.... enough childs play....."
Markior casts THE SUMMONING, and summons Zeratul. Zeratul immediately understands whats going on and takes Markiors wrist. Markior takes Zeratuls wrist. Havering sneers and the air around him slowly twists and distorts into a water like pattern. "I just wish your friends Luna, Aurora, Zippo and the other lizards were here. I could finish you all..." Markior and Zeratul begin to chant.
Markior: "From the Darkness comes the Light."
Zeratul: "From the Light there comes the Darkness."
Markior "Put them together..."
Zeratul: "And you have Eternity!!"
Zeratul and Markior merge into once creature, a creature made out of total grey. It towers above Havering.
Grey Templar: "We are as one... the merging is complete." Sir Pseudo Havering raises both hands above his head, then thrusts them out bellowing: "ENOUGH!!" The Grey Templar speaks: "Enough is right... prepare to return to the Nexus..... You will face the true power of the Proto--" The Grey Templar is cut short as Havering 's air distortion suddenly rocks violently as blue spectral incarnations gush out in a sheer tsunami of unrivaled force. The Demonic attack- Soul Twister. Havering waves a directing hand and the unholy amass of souls of claimed victims in the name of Whyr-RHoh-Tin tear deeply into the templar, with a force shown to only da*ned mortals. At that moment, YoshiDude and Drakonis Yoshi the 10th enter the warrior room. Yoshidude widens his eyes. "WHAT THE HE**?!" Havering glances at YD, smiling. Do enjoy the show, it's free. He speaks. Yoshidude grrrs at Havering. Grey Templar roars as the attack penetrates to the very essence of the Templar and shudders. He suddenly stops moving as a FLASH is seen everywhere. Drakonis draws his sword as he looks at Havering, his eyes glowing hellish red. Havering picks up the grey book and shakes his head. "Now now..this says nothing about Zeratul assisting you. Must keep history on course...shan't we?" He covers his eyes as the flash fills the chamber. Grey Templar then suddenly explodes into a flash of destructive grey, but takes Havering along with him. The Grey Templar has disappeared together with his opponent. Havering shouts in pain and disperses to a mass of ash. Time passes, and, slowly as ever, a black, demonic whisp of mist creeps from his remaining helmet, surounding the ashes with a sudden flare up. It looks like a reverse discentegration as ash slowly repiece with ash, until a form finally comes to gether and Pseudo stands. He slowly picks up his helmet. He glances as his arm, burned to the second degree and wavers a hand over it, the burn severity decreasing. Yoshidude looks in shock as Drakonis stumbles: "The Grey Templar? Defeated?!" Havering looks into thin air as he hears the Markior. "I'm.. not dead..." Havering grins. "True enough, Protoss. I wasn't here to destroy you yet, meerly show you not to cross my intentions." Markiors voice comes from nowhere. "You shall pay the price Havering... when the time comes.... Leave this world if you have any honour.... our time will come...." Havering raises his hands. "You forget who you're discussing matters with. I Feel I've done enough for the time, but remain I shall." Drakonis roars: "I, Lord Drakonis, command you to state your purpose here,villian!! Or I shall do what the Grey Templar has failed to do!!" Yoshidude stutters: "Dra.. Drakonis! Wait, Geez..." Markiors voice is heard once more. "Too afraid to come to the world you've created, Havering? Afraid I might find any..... allies?" Havering glances at Drakonis. He waves a hand at Drako and his blade simply dissimilates, becoming nothing, then resimmilates on the ground, under his boot. "My purpose is merely to keep things on track, vampire." Havering settles into his oaken chair, holding out a hand and causing his brandy snifter to appear in his clutch, half filled. He takes a sip and smiles. Drako growls: "By defeating a guardian of this Island?How is everything to be kept in order by doing that?" Havering grins. "He's alive...just meerely." Drako roars: "I shall not stand aside and let you corrupt this Island!" Havering yawns slightly and raises a hand, moving it in an ancient sygil pattern. With a distortion and a ripple of the air, the Markior spontaneously blinks back into existance. He falls down on the floor. Drako growls at Havering: "I may be at a disadvantage,but I will not let you have your way with this Island!" Havering smiles, slightly amused as he sips his bordeaux. "46 BC...good year I must say, not much work." YoshiDude walks over to Markior. "You okay, man?" Markior breaths heavily. "Get... away from this Island... Havering..." Havering chuckles and brings Zeratul back, KO'd. With an opening of his palm, the Protoss is drawn to an inch away from touching his hand, but he's somehow still grasping the Protoss. "I do believe, as you mortals say...PULL!" Markior growls sightly. "You.... wil not harm... my mentor!!" Havering 's forces holding Zeratul suddenly riccochet and with a bang of smoke, in his *Shotgun* technique he sends the Protoss rocketing back to Aiur. Havering applauds, his snifter stilled in mid air. "Oh, How I love fireworks. TheMarkior loses consciounce as YoshiDude, Drakonis and other Yoshies who entered the chamber stare at Havering angrily. Drakonis yells: "Art thou a coward,Havering?!Or will you walk?!" RavenineYoshi looks in amazement at Havering as Drakonis yells: "Duel,I say!!BATTLE COWARD!!" Havering chuckles. "I walk when I say it's time to walk, Sir Vampire. Until then, I believe it's time to sit and have a drink." YoshiDude looks over at Markior. "Ohh boy..." **looks back at Havering** "We're doomed....." Yoshidude looks at Markior. "We need to get Markior into the Khaydarin Crystal chamber...." Havering glances at the yoshies and can't help but bear a bemused grin. He moves his hand yet again in a series of sygils and the Markior becomes marked with an odd, ruinic symbol. He chuckles and nods. "There. No crystal for you, spirit. You bear what you earned until you recover on your own." YoshiDude stares at Havering. "Uhm.. look, fella..." Havering looks at YD. "Yes?" YD continues: "Why do you want to control this island, exactly?" Havering chuckles. "I don't wish to control this Island." He stands and his chair vanishes, along with the sifter. "Unfortunately, I can't stay a moment longer. I must keep to the grindstone if all will go correctly." YoshiDude growls: "If you want to fight, we will all be ready for you.... " DraYoshi-X takes out a rosary from his cape. Havering turns to Markior's body and bows, then turns to YD. "I believe, it would be Vice versa. Adieu for now, Lizards." Sir Pseudo Havering dissapates in a sudden silent explosion of the very air around him, Drakonis's rosary mysteriously turning black in in his hands as this happens. Then, all is quiet...
All Yoshies: "WE ARE NOT LIZARDS!!"
The moment Havering has diappeared, Markior body dissapates as well, and soon, Markior has completely vanished. The Yoshies stay behind in Markior warrior chamber, confused and frightened.
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Markior, with a loud scream, falls backwards from the Warp Gate, back onto the new world. Dev the Zergling licks his face and he slowly regains consciounce. His whole body hurts as he sits up straight. "Defeat...." He mumbles. He then notices someone standing behind him. His eyes glow bright as he turns around.

Ulrezaj: "Well well well... my grand opponent defeated by that midget?"
Markior: "Ulrezaj!! What are you doing here?"
Ulrezaj: "Well, light one.. at first, I followed you to destroy you. But it seems that the guy I saw through the warp gate already did that for me."
Markior: "Right... and now that I'm weak, it's easy for you to kill me now, am I right?"
Ulrezaj: "Wrong. I want a piece of the Havering character now. No-one destroys my nemesis but me. Besides, we're both in this now together, and somehow, this place has calmed my rage."
Ulrezaj holds out his hand at Markior. Markior stands up as Ulrezaj speaks: "Alliance?"
Markior smiles. "Alliance"

And for the first time in many millenia, Ulrezaj and Markior shake hands. Dev the Zergling jumps around the two Archons happily.

Ulrezaj: "May our enemies feel the wrath of the firstborn."
Markior: "Indeed."
Dev: "Krrrr!!!"

As the sun lowers, Havering looks at the two archons and Zergling from the sky. "Damn..."