Magic: The gathering- war of the planeswalkers

[ae86gamer]

Freya saw the man. She could tell by looking at him that he wasn't completely there.

Another planeswalker that has gone insane.

She shook her head. She now had her staff pointing at the malicious planeswalker.

"I will not allow you to hurt anyone. Though I do not know this man. I will not allow you to cause him harm."

 

[forestwalker]

Forestwaslker looked to Malice
“ you need not to be concerned with him ,but with the two plain walkers fighting if this gets out of hand we will all have to fight” he said studying Alkaloth movements and tactics. “ you all thought that the reason you’re here is to fight each other... well your wrong” forestwalker said as he returned his sword to whence they came.

 

[Flying-Emu]

The great vastness of the city never ceased to overwhelm her.

Elira strode among the streets, her skin-tight breeches and heavy wool tunic drawing many the disdainful glance. "Idiots." she thought as a pair of younger men jeered lewd comments at her. She flicked her wrist, and a thick gust of air bowled the boys to the ground. They scrambled away, fear lining their faces.

"For every action..." she mused, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. The city had been quiet lately. Far too quiet to be natural. Elira felt that familiar prickle at the base of her neck; anxiety was encroaching once more.

She cursed under her breath, swiping an apple from an unmanned cart. She casually stepped away without alerting the shopkeeper; not a difficult feat, considering the man was asleep. Elira played with the apple, tossing it up and catching it before raising it to her mouth.

The prickle turned to a stabbing pain.

Elira dropped the apple, whipping around in search of the cause of the irritation. The thick crowds pushed by blindly. She felt the stab again. Her body shuddered under the force of the blow and the sounds of ringing steel resonated in her skull. Elira clamped her eyes shut and felt consciousness fade.

The world spun, and Elira found herself face to face with a pair of massive blades. Instinct took over.

Elira allowed the adrenaline to flow through her veins, felt her pupils dilate, and the energy of the wilds fill her. She slid fluidly to the left, tightening her grasp on her quarterstaff. She slowly became aware of the others surrounding her, and the great titans clashing; far too close for her comfort.

She felt inexplicable hatred for one; "Alkaloth." she knew his name to be.

A war between Planeswalkers. Elira felt a shiver rise along her spine. Not of fear; but anticipation.

There were many men and women there. Elira felt herself analyze each of them, searching for clues in the way they bore themselves. Little did she find; all she felt was hatred for some and sympathy for others.

"Something controls and warps my thoughts. This is no mere chance meeting." Elira stepped to the side, observing the argument beginning to froth between the newlymets.

 

[SargentToughie]

Spoiler: well then

I was worried that I would have to spoon-feed you, but luckily, Necroswanson and berethond caught onto the concept of this RP really quickly. Continue to fight among yourself until Julius and Alkaloth break it up in their own fasion

Julius's senses told him that he and the wretched elf were not the only two planeswalkers on this land any more. Every battle seeking planeswalker in the entire multiverse was on their way here to do battle. It seemed that it would only be a matter of time before the entire plane that they were on was nothing but a memory. But for the time being, he had to worry about a certain being of darkness that was attacking him.

....

Alkaloth's blade met Julius' once more, one glowing with black energy, while the other glowed with white. A shockwave erupted from the clash, and the fury of the two titans were felt throughout the entire multiverse.

the war continued to grow more hectic and more out of hand.

 

[Berethond]

Urghhhh. Such blatant evil made Rho'dar's skin crawl. The woman Freya seemed a nice sort, and this 'man' Forestwalker a little incomprehensible. But evil just pissed him off.

Rho'dar looked and saw another planeswalker come into being here.

"Looks like their fight is attracting quite a bit of attention." Rho'dar said, referring to the battling pair.

Rho'dar turned and walked a small ways up a nearby hill. He would like a good vantage point in case anything went south.

 

[forestwalker]

“ all things are here and there... he throw a spear at you, but any reason the two fighting should be your main concern dear” forestwalker said to Malice as he summoned a sandwich.

 

[ae86gamer]

Freya was not angry. It took a lot for her to get angry. She shook her head at Malice.

"You are nothing but an ignorant planeswalker who went insane from having to much power."

Freya turned away from Malice and re-holstered her staff. She made her way past Rho'dar only to notice another woman standing far off in the distance. Freya's attention then went back to the two battling planeswalker.

This does not seem to be ending any time soon.

 

[SargentToughie]

Spoiler: forestwalker

one thing

[HEADING=1] start making sense![/HEADING]

your posts are confusing people, put a little more effort into things like proper wording and punctuation, it's going to make everybody's time in this RP a lot more enjoyable

 

[forestwalker]

“Beautiful is not the word I’d use, more like vomit” forestwalker said as he had finished his sandwich and stud up.

Forestwalker summed a wall of crystals as he sais “ power is only a dream Freya, compared to the force of life that could be extinguished if Alkaloth defeats his enemy, all we can do is support Julius.”

 

[forestwalker]

"Freya get behind the wall!" Forestwalker said as he summed his great sword, watching Malice.

Spoiler

sorry I really jest need a little practice with the rp

 

[wesdabigman]

Bartok finally hovered over a hill, to see the epic clash of warriors and the several that the battle had drawn attention to. He continued on down the hill to overhear the conflict escalate between several in the crowd. He began to wind up a spell for his own amusement. "Nothing like causing a fight to expand," he smiled as he began to mutter a curse.

 

[Berethond]

Rho'dar watched as the smoke billowed. If there was one thing Rho'dar knew, it was how to upset summoners.

Rho'dar began to roar. Almost calmly at first, likea distant thunder. Then louder and louder, as flame began to rush around him. It shot up into the sky, and then down into the cloud. And then, suddenly, the roar ceased. Not even an echo remained.

 

[ae86gamer]

Freya could feel Malice summoning something that was going to be tremendous in size. She turned around and walked back towards him. She put her hand on Forestwalker's chest.

"Thank you but I can protect myself."

She grabbed her staff with her left hand and let the spear hit the ground. She looked at Malice's eyes, they were filled with hate and anger. She readied herself for the fight that could soon ensue.

"Are you going to show me the spells that you have used to kill so many innocent Malice? I know of you. I've heard the tales of your murderous rampages."

Freya's right hand began to glow with white manna, ready to make a spell at a moments notice. Freya disliked fighting. But with a man like Malice's attitude she had no choice.

 

[wesdabigman]

"Ah ah ah," Bartok said as his hands sparked with miniature tornadoes, levitating towards Rho'dar. The djinn punched toward him, causing the winds to rip and swiftly spin through him, tearing everything in its path.

"It's rude to shout, especially when the summoner is trying so hard to concentrate!" he smiled, winding back up the tornado around his arm.

 

[forestwalker]

“Big mistake.” forestwalker said as he lifted his great sword and chard it with the love of his dead people and thrust it at Bartok screaming “this is not our fight” while his other hands are in a prayer form glowing green.

 

[cptjack42]

Ailed stood, troubled about what he had sensed: The tremor that must have gone throughout the entire multiverse. He stood pacing the dark cavern on Shadowmoor he'd taken to immediately after he had felt it, and he had left a second in command to take over the battle he had been in.

At last, Ailed had been determining whether or not to respond. He had been thinking it through in every way possible, but he knew he had to investigate it. What now came to his mind easily as a war between Planeswalkers.

A smile came slowly across his face as he transported himself at last to the source. Finally, a war that he could really get into.

He appeared in the dimension of darkness not surprised to find that he was late. The fighting had already begun. The angel's smile widened. He saw the two main combatants. So it's like this, he thought, the ones who think they're righteous against the ones who are in it for themselves. He recognized Alkoloth and Jullius. Well then, he thought, it looked like the choice was obvious. He immediately aligned himself with Alkoloth in his mind as he spread his wings and drew his sword. Now was the time at last for the fun to begin.