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Post by Suzume Nakashinkoku on Oct 23, 2018 7:27:39 GMT
To arrive to Sin'Fara was to arrive to a world broken and bloodied.
So far removed from the Nexus was it that broken leylines had never mended, that the only life was in small domes that held out the horrors of the world. Outside of those domes, of the protective fields, the ashen surface of the plane held only death. For many that arrived, if they weren't quick enough, they became another horrific being upon the surface, torn apart by ravening mouths for the traces of mana their flesh held.
To the north of the plane lay Sera'mani, one of the larger domes on the plane. Littered around the protective barriers that wove around it were bodies of horrors and abberations, singed to a crisp by light and rotted away by necrosis. Within, from what could be seen, a large temple, gilded and beautiful, sat near the middle. Around it, in perfect patterns, was vegetation. The people that could be seen within were clothed in silks of white, gold, and black, practicing sorcery or swordplay.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2018 8:47:21 GMT
Illimir, set foot on the plane's wastes, a mask around his face protected him from the noxious fumes and biohazards, made of two membranes with a thin fluid solution containing bacteria cultures so hazardous they rival the outside environment themselves, beyond which was a pink highly oxygenated solution which Illimir himself breathed in, and it filled his lungs. It was difficult to overcome the sensation of drowning but after the five hour adjustment period, he recovered to make another expedition to the wastes. his clothes were coated in the same membrane solution which calcified into hard boots to protect his feet. he walked a a kilometer across the wasteland, taking samples passively through the air and the ground he stepped on, examining for any horrors or other beings which may trouble him, but for the most part he tried to remain undetected till he discovered the city... a revelation he had been waiting for. civilization. he hurried to the wall, only to discover the hordes of horrors, immediately he shook them off, evading their hungry maws and appearing on the other-side of the wall. fascinating...
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Post by Suzume Nakashinkoku on Oct 24, 2018 0:21:41 GMT
Across Illimir's body, a tingling sensation ran, vaporizing the lingering corruption of the horrors. It left him dazed, for a moment, reeling as fresh air filled his lungs for the first time on the surface.
The people barely glanced at the biomancer, and the two nearest him continued to sling spells at each other, a dance that was far more than just training. There was a deadly force behind those spells, and a single falter would spell death. Above, if he glanced up, angels flew intertwined with demons, white and black wings covering the sky. And still, in the middle of the training grounds, lay the temple. As he looked upon it, he could see souls swirling around it, protecting it, granting it power. Within, too, he could sense a great power, two-fold, a protector and a destroyer.
What strange manner of place was this? Such harmony within such dissonance? Such life and such death. Even as he considered, two of the trainees charged one another, blades shining in the artifical light streaming from far, far above.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2018 21:51:41 GMT
Illimir found himself wrenching on the stone pavers, coughing up the liquid from his lungs, the vile pink mucus smelled rancid and stained the ground. eventually, still slightly dazed Illimir made it to his feet to witness the duel going on, he stood with a groggy curiosity, as if trying to recall a dream after waking up from it. he shook his head, and found a place to sit down to recover himself for a moment, the snap of the membrane did a serious number on him. At least for the moment, he wasn't being attacked, as he watched the combat continue, the pieces started to click into place.
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Post by Suzume Nakashinkoku on Oct 25, 2018 22:24:04 GMT
As he watched, the smaller of the two combatants, a young man, faltered for a half second. It proved deadly, as his sparring partner lunged in and lodged his blade clean between the ribs. The smaller man coughed, and staggered back, even as his partner resumed the calm sparring stance. After a moment, the smaller man slumped over, healing magic sparking feebly around his hand.
From above, an angel and a demon swooped down. The angel held scales, the demon, a hooked scythe blade. With it, the demon tore spirit from body and the angel settled it upon the scales. For a moment, they teetered, and then weighed in favor of the empty side.
She tutted, obviously disappointed. "A shame. Still not ready. Again."
Together, they clasped hands, angel and demon, dark and light swirling around one another. With a shudder and a gasp, the spirit was slammed back into the body and the smaller man sat bolt upright. He looked to the angel, and she shook her head. "Not yet, I'm afraid. Continue, Aca'li. May you be found worthy."
Unless Illimir stopped them, the angel and the demon kicked back into the air.
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Post by bLuewErewOlf25 on Oct 26, 2018 6:29:34 GMT
There are many ways to arrive at a new plane. Sometimes planeswalkers get the safe end of the stick, landing with both feet on the ground in a safe enviroment. Sometimes they land on their front, or their backside, or even on their head. Sometimes they land in the middle of a hostile environment. Sometimes they land in a pool of water, or lava.
And sometimes they have to plan their own landing strategy. Falling with style is so 1995.
"This was a bad ideaaaaaa!!!" Leo gave a rather unmanly scream as he fell from the sky, rapidly rushing towards the ground below. He could see from above that the lamd was a wasteland, save for what appeared to be magical domes propped up here and there. They must contain the locals, he realized.
Quickly casting a spell on himself that gives him angel wings, he began to slow his descent towards the ground, flapping furiously.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2018 18:01:20 GMT
Illimir glanced up at the falling farcical spectacle, groaning, he rummages through his pockets for a moment, still in a delirious state of shock from the experience, when he fetches out a seed, scrutinizing it for a moment before shrugging and tossing it onto the ground, the instant it hits the ground a series of vines burst out reaching up for leo, and attempting to entangle him. without resistance they will ensnare him and slowly lower him to the ground, leaving a tangled and bound package waiting for illimir. who just looks, with a near thousand mile stare, as if looking miles past leo.
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Post by Suzume Nakashinkoku on Oct 29, 2018 19:13:29 GMT
Well before the vines reach Leo's falling form, the cloying air surrounds the planeswalker. Lightheadedness overwhelms him suddenly, and he reels. For a moment, the edges of his vision go black, and when he fully regains his sight, it's to see pure white wings wreathing him, and his body held gently in two strong arms. When he looks up, perhaps the angel that deposits him on the ground reminds him of Gisela before the corruption, her hair a vibrant, almost painfully bright shade of red. Shortly after she lands, a demon joins her, skin blackened by felfire, and horns curling well behind his head, arcing around his ears. He chuckles, amusement clear in the low baritone of his voice.
"Softhearted as ever, Yuvala," he says, a teasing lilt in his voice, the corners of his lips turning up. Yuvala, setting Leo down, frowns, ruffling her wings, her face unamused.
By happenstance, they land by Illimir, and their conversation is well audible to him. "Are you quite alright, child?" Yuvala asks of Leo, concern in her eyes. Both planeswalkers can see that she carries a large spear, resplendent with holy light, strapped to her back. By contrast, the demon holds a single broken sword blade, loosely, in his left hand. "Such a fall no doubt would have been lethal, even with aid of those vines..."
She affixes Illimir with a withering look, no doubt borne of a distaste for natural magic.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 8:41:28 GMT
Illimir glances up with equal disdain, he hated angels. "ehh..." he shrugs, fairly indifferent to the life or death of some random. he was here to document organisms and not for any particular leisure or for the self gratification of doing 'good deeds'. "softhearted? maybe you could be generous enough to explain that nasty glare." Illimir chuckles, a bit more brazen due to his stunned and incoherent state, his lung stilled burned and he felt like he was going to vomit again from the pain. small vacuoles of pain reliving drugs and other chemicals were lysing in his system at that very moment, slowly delivering the needed relief to clear his head.
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Post by bLuewErewOlf25 on Oct 30, 2018 9:51:51 GMT
"Uhhh..."
Leo blinks as he gazes at his saviors, the spell creating his wings slowly dissipating now that it was no longer needed. He supposed that a demon and an angel working together wasn't the most unusual thing that exists in the multiverse. Still, given how he was raised in Innistrad, he still found it a little hard to recognize the odd situation before him. The two were obviously friendly with each other, perhaps partners? Oh wait, was he staring too much?
"You...remind me of someone I know." He blinks again, before rubbing his head in embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm just...I'm alright, thank you. It's just a little unusual for me to see an angel and a demon being civilized with each other."
He glances at Illimir, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Oh. You. Fancy seeing you here, Illimir."
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Post by Suzume Nakashinkoku on Nov 1, 2018 18:55:07 GMT
Yuvala smiled at Leo, settling back close enough to the demon to nearly rub arms with him. "Our home is strange in many ways, I'm sure you've noticed." She gestured vaguely to the magic protecting them from outside. As Leo breathed in, it was the scent of flowers and spices that filled his nose; pleasant, and a far cry from the choking dust outside. The demon nodded to Illimir as he spoke, and then chuckled lowly at the comment.
"Yuvala is of the mind that overuse led to our dire situation," he explained, his voice carefully measured to avoid offending the angel. Still, she ruffled her feathers, irritation sparking in her eyes. But she made no comment against the demon, at least, not outwardly. "Welcome to Sera'mani, by the way. You hardly seem of the dome. How did you make it through the expanse?" The question is posed to both of them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2018 23:25:46 GMT
"Trade secret." Illimir chuckled. "but I'll gladly tell you if you're willing to pay." The drunken like state Illimir was in was starting to fade. "Overuse is one thing. But a corrosive atmosphere is another, I'd says it's unchecked use of death magic, but i think anyone could tell you that." Illimir pulls out a waterskin and takes a drink, washing away the rancid taste of his own blood and vomit. Leo's comment seemed to be lost, if he looked to Illimir although he spoke he still gazed out strangely, almost like he had been concussed or injured in some way.
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Post by bLuewErewOlf25 on Nov 2, 2018 16:27:35 GMT
Leo hummed quietly, closing his eyes and reaching out with his senses. The leylines binding the world together seemed to be...fractured, for lack of a better term, save for those underneath each domed off area. Interesting. He wondered what could have caused such a thing. Overuse, like the demon said? Maybe, but there would have had to be a lot of mages consecutively tapping into the leylines around the same time, or perhaps one giant entity with enough power to match a planeswalker or seven. Curious.
He opened his eyes as he registered the question. "A bad idea and a leap of faith. I didn't know where I would end up when I...um, walked." He shrugs his shoulders, deciding to ignore Illimir for the moment. He still kept an eye on the man though. He didn't want a repeat of last time. "Never been inside of of these before. What usually happens around here?"
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Post by Suzume Nakashinkoku on Nov 2, 2018 22:07:05 GMT
As Leo asked the question, another trainee fell, spear in his ribs and blood pouring from his mouth. As his body fell, it disappeared into wisps of smoke and from it, the spirit rose. It swirled once, and then darted off towards the temple, vanishing into the cloud of spirits surrounding it.
"That," Yuvala said simply, a smile on her lips. "Alo'nav and I are facilitators of rebirth for Sera'mani. The spirits of the strong shall save the leylines and restore our home."
Alo'nav nodded sharply. "And thus we serve, raising those too weak to aid until they train enough to become another piece of mending. It is a thankless task, but one we must fulfill." He glanced at Illimir. "Historically, it was neither death nor life, but fire and ice that broke our home in twain. Yet some savages still embrace it... using it to fix what is broken."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2018 7:55:49 GMT
Illimir didn't know much about fire and ice, nor mystical pasts of planes he had never been on. but the information was valuable, none the less, all-be-it in a biased and agonizingly superstitious form. Illimir didn't like angels, and didn't trust devils. "thanks." he said, examining the death of a trainee, the necromancy was keeping their city alive, something illimir didn't have a taste for. He got to his feet, and nodded and attempted to walk away, gauging their reactions, of how much freedom they'd let an outsider get away with. secretly he prepared a spell in perpetration for something, what though, he wasn't sure.
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