It was a shame that anyone else wanted any kind of answers. There would be little chance for talk once Gulgrim arrived anywhere an enemy was present at the moment, suffused as he was with the fury of the Orks' twin gods. As if knowing this, Gulgrim would chance to be the last one through the gate of the companions, granting the others what little time the delay in his arrival allowed to converse before all hell would break loose upon his entrance. Green lightning and emerald flames crackle and roar in the Avatar's vicinity, and it seems as if his denied bloodshed has only heightened his battle-lust, the fury rolling beneath his unnaturally silent visage reaching a boiling point that would only be satisfied with carnage and destruction.

To put it plain, Gulgrim was becoming dangerous to everything around him, the longer he was teased and yet denied a proper fight. This lord of darkness had better deliver, or this dimension may never recover from the wanton slaughter that was barely holding onto a focus of direction.

The flames clear and Soul Reaver swings Blooddrinker, only for the blade to cut through nothing but dark mist.

Whirling around, Soul Reaver frowns as he listens to the booming voice.

As Jharm is seized and pulled through the portal, Soul Reaver dives forward to try and pull him back, but he is too far away and too late - by the time he gets there, Jharm has already been drawn through.

Then Vee follows him in, much to Soul Reaver's consternation.  Her message does little to allay his worries.

Soul Reaver finds himself frustrated by Nethalika's disappearance.  He had hoped to get his answers through her.  Though he trusts Jharm, he also feels like there are a number of pieces missing here.  There is more to this conflict than he has been told, and he feels there may be a lot more at stake.

Grudgingly, Soul Reaver cast a protective Shielding spell around himself.  Then he dives through the portal to join Vee with sword at the ready, his daemonic troops not far behind.

Well I had fully intended to get a post up tonight after work but 2nd day of working OT (on top of the regular part of the work day just being rather hectic/stressful) my brain is mush.  My intent is to try tomorrow after work (though in full honesty, likely will be doing at least some OT then too but depends on how some things go at work) and if the neurons arent firing afterwards then might get pushed to thursday (cant do OT that day for RL reasons). 

'and then we can do what needs done to protect this universe.'

Unfortunate. Whether Nethalika truly believed she was protecting this universe or not, there was one particularly fatal flaw in that plan.

She had picked a fight with Gulgrim Bonecruncha. There was no protecting something from the Avatar of Gork and Mork once he set himself against it. There was only destruction, because Gork and Mork were the essence of destruction; raw, brutal violence, aggression, and devastation. And while destruction in itself was neither good nor evil, it was anathema to the concept of stasis and preservation of status quo.

And the Avatar of Gork and Mork had been steeping in the energy of those gods since he stopped responding to the world outside, communing with the gods that had chosen him as their hand in the material plane. And now, he would enact their will.

Inside the shield protecting Nethalika, a faint green wisp of light appeared out of thin air, and it carried with it a single sound.

"Boo."

Then the light unfolded, blossoming into a vision of Gorkamorka, a horrifying divination projected to the dark sorceress, the image of massive, terrifying jaws, the enormous shape of an Orky skull, teeth poised to clamp down on the world, the sky, the stars themselves.

Aside from this vision of terror, Gulgrim began his attack. Suffused with the energies of his gods, his motions carried their weight. As he raised his right arm, an enormous burning hand rose from beneath the shield protecting Nethalika, taloned fingers clasping the shield and beginning to apply unimaginable pressure, seeking to crack the barrier and smash down on the spellcaster inside.

While the right hand of Gork attacked the caster directly, the left hand of Mork struck at the greater objective. With a sweep of Gulgrim's left arm, a fist of crackling energy began to sweep in an arcing pattern across the small crystals shielding the larger one, seeking to smash through as many as it could before turning its attention to the greater crystal.

The Warboss directing these manifestations of the twin gods' power stood as silent as before, but the sourceless chorus was shouting at full roar now. Echoing about his vicinity like the drums of doom were the thunderous cries of

WAAAGH!!! WAAAGH!!! WAAAGH!!

Apologies for the late reply!

A lot of stuff happened in my post, so let me try to break it down:
- Daemonspawn (fat man-sized Daemons) are regenerating right now
- Blightwing (flying Daemon Prince) is trying to shatter the 5 smaller crystals one by one
- The Steelheart (big metal-covered Daemon with a mace) is attacking a golem
- Several Cruelbeasts (roughly man-sized muscly Daemons) are attacking golems with maces/hammers
- The rest of the Cruelbeasts are closing in on Nethalika's flanks
- The Fire Daemon (huge winged red devil type thing) has breathed fire on Nethalika
- Soul Reaver is charging straight at Nethalika, psychically asking her what exactly she meant by saying she was planning to 'protect' this plane (he'd chat more leisurely but she's charging up a spell)