A crack of Green lightning blasts its way from Gulgrim's outstretched arm and Copper rod, vanishing through any material in its way as it shoots into the sky. A moment later, nothing much appeared to have changed, with the majority of the ships conjured existing too far away from the ground to be easily visible. Another moment later, and the sound of jet engines burning through the sky could be heard as the ramshackle shape of a massive Blitza-Bomma began to descend. As it circled overhead, a second Jet sound could be heard, growing louder as if careening directly towards the companions.

"Zoggin' idiot's gonna run 'imself inta da roof." Gulgrim muttered to himself, pointing his Copper rod toward the noise and unleashing another bolt of green lightning. A moment later, a flash blinks out as an Ork with a rokkit pack strapped to his back appeared through the roof, still keeping his crashing momentum as he sped toward the ground. In a smooth movement, the copper rod retreated into Gulgrim's Cybork arm and the same arm swept up, grasping the descending Ork by the throat. The Stormboy's pack guttered and faltered as it tried to fight against the Avatar of Gork and Mork's iron grip, and the Ork in question gagged as his windwipe was compressed by unfeeling metal fingers. Slamming the Ork into the ground with a bellow of "Report ya Zogwit!" the rokkit pack finally cut out, the planted Ork coughing and sputtering as his neck is released, but a moment later, still supine on the ground, he brought a hand up to his head in a sketchy salute.

"Stormboy Naff Gitkrumpa reportin' sir!" The Stormboy spat out a toof, catching it in his free hand as it fell, and scrambled his way to his feet. "WAAAGH!!! Gulgrim's Battlefleet Goff-ic arrived like you wanted. All ships operashunal, we'z ready fer da fight!"

The Warboss crossed his arms and looked over his shoulder at the rest of the Companions. "Well, me boyz are prepped fer combat. Not dat dat's 'ard, considerin' we'z Orkz. Show me da battle-lines, an' I'll get 'em deployed."

Can you confirm if Soul Reaver would be able to sense or otherwise detect if he's about to enter the effective 'warp-gate blocking' range of one of the crystals?
If not, Jharm will likely need to let him know before he hits it.

Given his travels and experience he would likely sense that something is amiss upon reaching the area

Can you confirm if Soul Reaver would be able to sense or otherwise detect if he's about to enter the effective 'warp-gate blocking' range of one of the crystals?
If not, Jharm will likely need to let him know before he hits it.

Once more the Seraphims gaze shifts between each Companion as they respond in turn, with Gulgrim being the final one, the Ork wasting no time as he appears to begin summoning in his forces.  Gazing over at the Seraphs around the room he nods and gestures toward Gulgrim with his hand as he turns his attention back to the others.  The Seraphs close their eyes and begin to focus, each glowing softly as they extend a hand towards the Warboss, aiding him in his efforts.

"While I am loathe to rely on even darker forces for assistance, my previous decisions have left little alternative.  You can bring some of them in Lord Reaver."

He turns to Phaerys.

"The Shaitan are similar to my people, in a way.  While my people are composed of Light and wield it effortlessly, the Shaitan are composed of Darkness and wield it as such.  Some of their number, especially the leaders, are capable of unleashing horrible attack composing of poisonous blasts.  As for weaknesses well, in truth I could not really say.  My people do not wield fire, or lightning or anything such as that and so up til now there has been no way to know.  That said I have little doubt that any sort of shadow, or darkness offense and perhaps poisonous will have little effect on them.  As for your offer of building fortifications, that will be appreciated and will likely be useful once we take each of the forts to help in protecting it afterwards."

His gaze then shifts over to Kitharsis.

"As for environment, the best description I feel I could give is "wasteland".  An eternity of war has taken its toll on the land between where each side dwells. Then to answer your question of "when" well, as soon as Gulgrim and Soul are finished bringing in their forces, and if no one has any other questions, then I would say immediately after that.  While my people are holding the line so far, every moment we waste means more time for Darkness himself to grow in power and should he fully return the fight will be even more dire."

Gulgrim scratches his chin during the back and forth, observing the war table analytically while others ask for information or offer suggestions. He almost appears to be doing calculations, judging how many of his own boyz he will need and how quickly he can get them. Then, seemingly having decided he doesn't have enough time to waste, Gulgrim steps away from the table a few paces, turning his back to the proceedings, and raises his Cybork arm to the sky. The surface above the wrist of the arm began to open, a copper rod extending upward and crackling with green lightning as his Cybork eye began to glow brighter.

"If you'z could 'elp me out wif some coordinates, dis'll be a lot easier." The Warboss calls over his shoulder at Jharm as the lightning begins to dance across his body, becoming somewhat more active as time went on. "I've gotta triangulate no less den three krooza-scale ships, includin' the Infinite WAAAGH!!!, as well as a 'ole host uv smaller escorts, an' me big battleship, da Overkrump. Dat's my standard small planet-krumpin fleet, an' it ain't easy ta bring it all in 'cross dimensional lines when I'z don't know where da Zog I am."

It was clear he was trying anyway, as the copper rod extending from his arm began to spin, and the lightning began to emit in regular pulses, as if probing the dimensional topography.