Magic: The gathering- war of the planeswalkers
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I hate to play favorites, so I'll just motivate both teams equallycptjack42 said:
good luck to you both
I prefer Chaotic Neutral. That's why I'm fighting on the side of Freedom!berethond said:
Also, grats on the posters; the CE made me laugh.
You should have seen what I was going to use before photobucket started being mean to me, here are the links to bothFlying-Emu said:
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Dastardos got his character in, here is where your character detects the duel and rushes for the plains. Please put some effort into your post. I want character motivation to be clear.
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[HEADING=1] planeswalker clash[/HEADING]
Alkaloth set foot on the dark planet, there were no living beings in sight. This was part of the agreement set by the two walkers at their last meeting. The 'human' had requested that their duel take place on a planet void of life, to avoid pointless casualties.
"He's a knight of bant, through and through"
Alkaloth had been to countless plains, he visited each of the shards of alara, dormainia, and even the darker version of his own home plain, a land called Shadowmoor. He liked it at Shadowmoor, the darkness, the evil, the hate. He even was able to tamper his appearance with the assistance of their version of flamekin, beings called cinders. And all he had to do was tell their army where they could find the back door to a major elvin base. It was a win/win moment for Alkaloth, who hated his own kin with the utmost disgrace.
He looked over as that human knight joined him, a real hero in shining armor. Alkaloth's blood came to a broil as he stared at the pure being standing on the other side of the field from him.
.......
Julius's hand pulled out the blade that sat at his hilt, pointing it at that wretched Elf that stared it him. There would be no words between the two of them, they had already spoken on a different world, they had agreed that Alkaloth would have duel against Julius, and Julius would lead them to a world where there were no living being, nobody to get in the way and killed by the legendary disasters that usually occurred when two planeswalkers met on the field of battle.
Alkaloth drew his own sword, and the two of them charged at one another. The shockwave from their swords clashing, and the force of their masters, could be sensed by every planeswalker in the multiverse.
The war of the planeswalkers, the final battle for the fate of the multiverse, has begun.
Name: Illidasan The Conqueror
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Plane: Phyrexia The Nine Hells
Mana affinity: Black
History: Illidasan started as an elf in Dominaria. Following in his father's footsteps he did everything he could to help savor the world. He would mend the wounds of animals and help nurse them to health. One night while out in the forest Illidasan came across a wounded deer. Her right leg had been ripped to pieces. Trying to mend the wounds, an arrow wisped by Illidasan's ears and landed in the deer. A group of demons began to invade, rape, pillage, murder, and destroy the land. They took all of the children back with them to Phyrexia in order to try and make them killers. Of the group from Illidasan's town, he was the only survivor of the camp. He swore to himself the only reason he did the things he did was so that he could avenge his parents. The ways of the dark magic changed him though. It corrupted his soul. He finally went full circle and became Demon. Ever since then he has traveled the worlds destroying villages and enslaving their people. Common folk began calling him The Conqueror as he took no mercy on the inhabitants of the towns, and murdered, raped, or enslaved all that lay in his wake.
Fighting style: Illidasan is mainly a melee fighter who uses a light amount of dark magic and wields a sword and chain. For more info look down.
Faction: Alkaloth
Appearance/Equipment: His skin has turned a dark purple, and he has daemonic red symbols burnt deep into his skin. Short black horns jut out of his forehead and he has dark, thick, black hair that rests at about his shoulders. His blade is long and thick. It is a pure black, but the edges are lined with a dark, mystifying, green. In his offhand he holds essentially a chain. With the chain he will use it to grab his foes. When he cracks the chain, in a whip like motion, it will wrap around his enemies. One it makes contact with the flesh of opponents the chain will start to burn the opponent. He also uses an assorted variety of corruption and affliction typed spells.
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Plane: Phyrexia The Nine Hells
Mana affinity: Black
History: Illidasan started as an elf in Dominaria. Following in his father's footsteps he did everything he could to help savor the world. He would mend the wounds of animals and help nurse them to health. One night while out in the forest Illidasan came across a wounded deer. Her right leg had been ripped to pieces. Trying to mend the wounds, an arrow wisped by Illidasan's ears and landed in the deer. A group of demons began to invade, rape, pillage, murder, and destroy the land. They took all of the children back with them to Phyrexia in order to try and make them killers. Of the group from Illidasan's town, he was the only survivor of the camp. He swore to himself the only reason he did the things he did was so that he could avenge his parents. The ways of the dark magic changed him though. It corrupted his soul. He finally went full circle and became Demon. Ever since then he has traveled the worlds destroying villages and enslaving their people. Common folk began calling him The Conqueror as he took no mercy on the inhabitants of the towns, and murdered, raped, or enslaved all that lay in his wake.
Fighting style: Illidasan is mainly a melee fighter who uses a light amount of dark magic and wields a sword and chain. For more info look down.
Faction: Alkaloth
Appearance/Equipment: His skin has turned a dark purple, and he has daemonic red symbols burnt deep into his skin. Short black horns jut out of his forehead and he has dark, thick, black hair that rests at about his shoulders. His blade is long and thick. It is a pure black, but the edges are lined with a dark, mystifying, green. In his offhand he holds essentially a chain. With the chain he will use it to grab his foes. When he cracks the chain, in a whip like motion, it will wrap around his enemies. One it makes contact with the flesh of opponents the chain will start to burn the opponent. He also uses an assorted variety of corruption and affliction typed spells.
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[HEADING=1] planeswalker clash[/HEADING]
Alkaloth set foot on the dark planet, there were no living beings in sight. This was part of the agreement set by the two walkers at their last meeting. The 'human' had requested that their duel take place on a planet void of life, to avoid pointless casualties.
"He's a knight of bant, through and through"
Alkaloth had been to countless plains, he visited each of the shards of alara, dormainia, and even the darker version of his own home plain, a land called Shadowmoor. He liked it at Shadowmoor, the darkness, the evil, the hate. He even was able to tamper his appearance with the assistance of their version of flamekin, beings called cinders. And all he had to do was tell their army where they could find the back door to a major elvin base. It was a win/win moment for Alkaloth, who hated his own kin with the utmost disgrace.
He looked over as that human knight joined him, a real hero in shining armor. Alkaloth's blood came to a broil as he stared at the pure being standing on the other side of the field from him.
.......
Julius's hand pulled out the blade that sat at his hilt, pointing it at that wretched Elf that stared it him. There would be no words between the two of them, they had already spoken on a different world, they had agreed that Alkaloth would have duel against Julius, and Julius would lead them to a world where there were no living being, nobody to get in the way and killed by the legendary disasters that usually occurred when two planeswalkers met on the field of battle.
Alkaloth drew his own sword, and the two of them charged at one another. The shockwave from their swords clashing, and the force of their masters, could be sensed by every planeswalker in the multiverse.
The war of the planeswalkers, the final battle for the fate of the multiverse, has begun.
Freya's eyes watched as the animals played with one another. Going back and forth pouncing. A smile crossed her face. She liked it here, it was silent. No non-planeswalkers meant she was all alone. She sat quietly and watched the stars. She had been in Ravnica for quite sometime. Though half of the city was destroyed because of the war that had come. The other half was still intact, mostly.
War..an unnecessary thing. All it does is kill innocent creatures and people. No one deserves to take anothers life.
Freya had an unnerving feeling. A feeling that she could not escape. She slowly stood and looked around at her surroundings. She felt two powerful forces fighting far away.
One is of great evil...the other of great good.
These types of clashes never ended well. She decided she would find out who they were. Perhaps they would stop. Perhaps they would fight forever.
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Freya set foot on the plain were the two beings were. She looked around. Everything was black. No living thing could be seen, though she doubted that a living thing was on the plant. This caused her some sort of relief.
Good..no one will be hurt.
She wandered before she found the figures fighting one another. Neither giving up. They both seemed to believe that they were right. She stayed away.
What could they possibly be fighting about..what would make them come here and fight instead of just resolving it with words.
Looking around she saw another figure standing far away from them.
Who could that be?
War..an unnecessary thing. All it does is kill innocent creatures and people. No one deserves to take anothers life.
Freya had an unnerving feeling. A feeling that she could not escape. She slowly stood and looked around at her surroundings. She felt two powerful forces fighting far away.
One is of great evil...the other of great good.
These types of clashes never ended well. She decided she would find out who they were. Perhaps they would stop. Perhaps they would fight forever.
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Freya set foot on the plain were the two beings were. She looked around. Everything was black. No living thing could be seen, though she doubted that a living thing was on the plant. This caused her some sort of relief.
Good..no one will be hurt.
She wandered before she found the figures fighting one another. Neither giving up. They both seemed to believe that they were right. She stayed away.
What could they possibly be fighting about..what would make them come here and fight instead of just resolving it with words.
Looking around she saw another figure standing far away from them.
Who could that be?
Rho'dar was meditating in the highlands of a world far from any one with a name. He had come here seeking peace and solitude. He just wanted to be left alone. But he had no such luck, of course. The demon felt a colossal slam echoing through the multiverse. And then again, and again.
"Well, that cannot be good." thought Rho'dar. He knew that anything powerful enough to be felt as far away as he was had the potential to devastate much of the multiverse. He could simply not allow that to happen.
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A few moments later, Ro'dar stood a short distance away from the combatants. Even from here, he could tell which sides they stood for. Instinctively, he knew that aiding the dark one would not be a fortuitous choice.
Rho'dar glided silently towards the dueling pair, remembering the mountains he had so recently left. He put his hands together and pulled them apart, fire dancing between them.
A battle was brewing.
"Well, that cannot be good." thought Rho'dar. He knew that anything powerful enough to be felt as far away as he was had the potential to devastate much of the multiverse. He could simply not allow that to happen.
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A few moments later, Ro'dar stood a short distance away from the combatants. Even from here, he could tell which sides they stood for. Instinctively, he knew that aiding the dark one would not be a fortuitous choice.
Rho'dar glided silently towards the dueling pair, remembering the mountains he had so recently left. He put his hands together and pulled them apart, fire dancing between them.
A battle was brewing.
Rho'dar was slightly alarmed when an obviously evil man appeared in front of him, using some sort of primitive teleportation method. The stranger then bound Rho'dar's fire to him. Rho'dar released the spell, knowing what would occur if he did not.
"Perhaps I should disturb you instead." Rho'dar said to the violent man.
Rho'dar jumped backwards a few steps, and conjured a large javelin of fire. He threw it at the strange man, while summoning an axe into is hand.
"Perhaps I should disturb you instead." Rho'dar said to the violent man.
Rho'dar jumped backwards a few steps, and conjured a large javelin of fire. He threw it at the strange man, while summoning an axe into is hand.
Kazimierz waited. Tapping one foot repeatedly, the soles of his boots clicking loudly against the marble floors, reverberating against the walls of the basilica chamber and fading away. Several neat stacks of paperwork lay at his desk, all had been given his signature, or have been given the seal of Orzhova. Such tedious things they were. And yet always so many of them.
His patience was infinite, as it happened, but Kazimierz had been waiting for months now. When did the other walker plan to make his move? If he had understood good business, he would've known that to wait was to give opportunity. A very imprudent move.
He threw off his cloak, which disappeared into mist after leaving his hand. He proceeded to pace the room, phasing through the furniture as he saw fit, simply because he could.
[i\]Let no obstacle stand in my way[/i]
What? Something... strange.
He had felt a slithering in his mind, or at least the pathos of his soul.
[i\]You have made a move?[/i]
Finally. His cloak materialized onto his shoulders. Raising a hand, mist poured from his fingertips, to form a black, violet, contorted gate, with sigils and symbols of Orzhova and the Obzedat etching and erasing through it's shape. A spirit was violently thrown out of it, to Kazimierz feet.
Quickly bowing, onto his knees, and groveling praise, he spoke. "What is the Obzedat's bidding, oh great lord?"
[i\]Carry this message to the Ghost Council and the Patriarchs of Orzhov: They are to devote all resources to my cause, without question, and without any reason but to my own. Those who disobey shall be fired, fined, and shall serve a sentence of eight-thousand years of hard labor.[/i]
The spirit looked up, his expression equal parts fascination, terror, and confusion. He thought of questioning.... and decided his sentence was already long enough.
"Yes, my lord, I exist now only to serve."
[i\]Good.[/i]
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Kazimierz winked into existence from a much greater gate and into the realm he had felt in his mind. A gate massive as the greatest tower in Ravnica, wide as the longest road.
Glancing around, taking the in new surroundings, he was reminded once more of the cost for his power, he could feel nothing. Looking to the sun, he experienced no burning in his eyes, no warmth.
He took a breath, deep, longing, but useless. He did not require it.
[i\]Recall your own punishment.[/i]
And with a thought, thousands of screaming spirits winked into existence. Forcefully ripped from one existence to another.
[i\]Spread yourselves across this plane. I will need you.[/i]
Turning to one of them, he called a quiet, hoarse order.
[i\]Go! Return to the Great Basilica of Orzhova, inform the Obzedat that they will follow, or they will be denied their precious sustenance.[/i]
He could see the battle in the distance...
[i\]More than the two? He said nothing of others.[/i]
Feeling insubstantial for a moment, Kazimierz doused one of the spirits with that black mist from his fingers. Winking it out of existence.
[i\]I shall be most displeased if he has held this information from me purposefully.[/i]
Gliding forward, he winked the gate behind him away as well.
His patience was infinite, as it happened, but Kazimierz had been waiting for months now. When did the other walker plan to make his move? If he had understood good business, he would've known that to wait was to give opportunity. A very imprudent move.
He threw off his cloak, which disappeared into mist after leaving his hand. He proceeded to pace the room, phasing through the furniture as he saw fit, simply because he could.
[i\]Let no obstacle stand in my way[/i]
What? Something... strange.
He had felt a slithering in his mind, or at least the pathos of his soul.
[i\]You have made a move?[/i]
Finally. His cloak materialized onto his shoulders. Raising a hand, mist poured from his fingertips, to form a black, violet, contorted gate, with sigils and symbols of Orzhova and the Obzedat etching and erasing through it's shape. A spirit was violently thrown out of it, to Kazimierz feet.
Quickly bowing, onto his knees, and groveling praise, he spoke. "What is the Obzedat's bidding, oh great lord?"
[i\]Carry this message to the Ghost Council and the Patriarchs of Orzhov: They are to devote all resources to my cause, without question, and without any reason but to my own. Those who disobey shall be fired, fined, and shall serve a sentence of eight-thousand years of hard labor.[/i]
The spirit looked up, his expression equal parts fascination, terror, and confusion. He thought of questioning.... and decided his sentence was already long enough.
"Yes, my lord, I exist now only to serve."
[i\]Good.[/i]
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Kazimierz winked into existence from a much greater gate and into the realm he had felt in his mind. A gate massive as the greatest tower in Ravnica, wide as the longest road.
Glancing around, taking the in new surroundings, he was reminded once more of the cost for his power, he could feel nothing. Looking to the sun, he experienced no burning in his eyes, no warmth.
He took a breath, deep, longing, but useless. He did not require it.
[i\]Recall your own punishment.[/i]
And with a thought, thousands of screaming spirits winked into existence. Forcefully ripped from one existence to another.
[i\]Spread yourselves across this plane. I will need you.[/i]
Turning to one of them, he called a quiet, hoarse order.
[i\]Go! Return to the Great Basilica of Orzhova, inform the Obzedat that they will follow, or they will be denied their precious sustenance.[/i]
He could see the battle in the distance...
[i\]More than the two? He said nothing of others.[/i]
Feeling insubstantial for a moment, Kazimierz doused one of the spirits with that black mist from his fingers. Winking it out of existence.
[i\]I shall be most displeased if he has held this information from me purposefully.[/i]
Gliding forward, he winked the gate behind him away as well.
Freya looked at the other planeswalkers. The two from before were still fighting and it seemed that the two newcomers had also begun clashing. It seemed another had arrived.
I fear that this will soon get out of hand. A fight between planeswalkers is going to ensue...and very soon..
She stayed far away. She removed her staff from its holster and clenched it tightly in her right hand.
Hopefully I shall not have to use this.
I fear that this will soon get out of hand. A fight between planeswalkers is going to ensue...and very soon..
She stayed far away. She removed her staff from its holster and clenched it tightly in her right hand.
Hopefully I shall not have to use this.
Forestwalker looked to the land and saw was slightly shaking. And felt an old presence that he hadn’t felt sense the night his family died . He slowed to a halt and prepared him self for a terrible moment, and turned in to a firefly and flue to the source of his discomfort.
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forestwalker flue slow to the conflict and saw the two fighting. Then he had seen the people on the side lines. And preceded to them and turned back to his regular form. as he objected to the battle between the un need casualties of the main fight. “ senses Violence only brings pain... you shall be silent!” he said as he summoned his great swords in a protective way
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forestwalker flue slow to the conflict and saw the two fighting. Then he had seen the people on the side lines. And preceded to them and turned back to his regular form. as he objected to the battle between the un need casualties of the main fight. “ senses Violence only brings pain... you shall be silent!” he said as he summoned his great swords in a protective way
Smoke rose from the Earth as Bartok arose from his slumber. He scratched his head and stretched back. "Ah, another nice half-year nap really does the soul good..." He strained to listen to the groans of the planet to be better accustomed. He felt the grass growing, the animals living, and...two powerful beings fighting each other. He smiled, "This is the way to wake up..." he said, hovering toward the battle.