A mysterious force consumes you. Suddenly, you find yourself in the middle of the Kessig Forest, surrounded by nine planeswalkers you've never met before. You decide that there's no better time than now to introduce yourself.
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Suddenly, the sounds around Orammis change. One moment, he was cooking in the hermitage's small kitchen, and the next, he is surrounded by bitter cold and biting wind. Frigid pine needles jab into his bare feet, takes a suprised step back. When a second passes and Orammis is not attacked, he relaxes and listens closely to the sounds all around him.
The sounds of the forest ring all about him and faintly, he can hear at least one other person breathing.
Hello? he calls quietly, setting his quickly cooling skillet on the ground, Is there anybody there?
Cryffyl cannot believe what has happened. Nissa Revane, the only person who Cryffyl felt truly understood him, was gome. He did not know these new people and the new shapes around him seemed to draw him in almost uncontrollably. He used all his effort to call up restrain from feeling them. As soon as he tried to speak, the jaws of silence snapped shut, and he gulped and stepped back quietly.
I'm here. J'nor utters. His words came slowly and softly from his lips as the new environment snaps around him and the cold sets into his skin. His eyes are flooded by the new sights while his ears are assailed by the sounds of the forest.
He lights a small fire in his palm to illuminate the area around him.
He smells pine needles. Not the same as the forests of Jukai, though. Worse, he also smells humans.
Night-Fur gets up and looks this way and that to see four humans lying on the grass, as well as a fire-mage, a blind, dark-skinned man in scholar's robes, and a hideous looking creature with horns like an oni and a ragged scar across his face.
Of the three, he judges the scholar as least likely to be an immediate threat. Night-Fur slowly pads his way in the scholar's direction, gently rustling the grass with his tail so as not to startle the man with his coming. "Excuse me," he simpers. "This lost wanderer would be so grateful, if you could tell him where we are?"
"Back, fiends!" Zeia screams, holding her sword aloft. She suddenly feels the familiar chill of Kessig.
"How?" She says looking aruond. Her eyes fall on what she assumes is a type of werewolf, but the creature is different. She decides that, while keeping her guard up, to test the creature.
Calmly she states, "You! Beast! Are you a vile creature of the night or shall I spare you one more day?"
Hey, Uh, sorry, I'm just as confused as you are. No, probably more. One thing's for sure, this isn't Bant. It never gets this cold there. Orammis says to Night-fur.
He is about to ask Night-fur to describe the scene before Zeia bursts out. Without a second's hesitation, he jumps between her and Night-fur Woah, crazy lady! Let's not make any hasty judgments. I may not know what a werewolf is but no one here is any sort of beast. Trust me on that.
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"Maybe you wish you run your hand upon this creature first before you say that."
Zeia shifts her weight a little. She lowers her sword slightly.
"If you wish to know where you are, I may be able to enlighten you."
Why? I already know it isn't human. The voice came from something about a child's height, yet no child speaks like that. Defenseless as I am, I haven't been attacked yet. That counts as safe in my book. But please, tell us where we are. Orammis doesn't quite relax his guard but he does put on a friendly smile.
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"Right. I suppose that makes sense." Zeia says with a most puzzled look on her face, she hadn't even noticed the beast not attacking.
In all her years of fighting those that bump in the night, she had learned to attack first and ask questions later. This was something new.
"We are now in the forests of Kessig. This world is known as Innistrad. I can now assuredly tell none of you are of this world." Zeia bowed slightly, "Let me be your generous host as you visit my home."
Thank you for your hospitality, m'lady. You may be the hostess, but I have bacon. He points towards the skillet he left on the ground. Would you like some? I don't think there's enough for everyone but not everyone is awake, are they?
He walks over to about where he left the skillet, fumbles around in the grass until he finds it then sits and holds it out toward Zeia, Not poisoned, I promise, he says in a joking tone.
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"I'm sorry. I don't wish to be impolite, but after years of fighting beasts that eat flesh, I don't like meat anymore." Zeia paused, "Thank you though."
She looked at the surrounding people, her eyes fell on the other strange creature. He mouth fell open slightly.
"Such strange monsters. Where has everyone come from?"
Suit yourself Orammis shrugs and eats a strip happily. I'm from Sug'ata then I... moved to Bant, but you probably haven't heard of either of those places. I'm Orammis, by the way. Orammis Bhasir. Pleasure to meet all of you appearantly strange monsters, I'm sure we'll get along swimmingly. And what's your name, m'lady?
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"Zeia. Zeia Faewright. I am a holy cathar of our Lady Avacyn. Glad to meet you, Orammis." Zeia smiled slightly.
"I'm sure this place is a lot darker and colder than that Bant place you speak of. You had better keep your guard up or you'll regret it."
He eats some more bacon then picks up another strip and waves it at Zeia, I'm sure you'll protect me from all the scary beasts of this wood. You do the fighting, I'll do the eating. More importantly though, do you have any idea how we got here?
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After staying silent for a while and watching as things settle down for a bit, Damian decided it'd be best to introduce himself. "Greetings all, my name is Silence Dais and I have to say...I like my surroundings here." Then turning his attention towards Zeie. "What exactly can we expect to find in our surroundings that we might need to protect ourselves from?"
If there's anything Cryffyl has learned in Lorwyn, it's how to tell who are your firends and who are your foes. He sees a woman with a giant sword waving it at a rat-like monstrosity. His first instincts are to run away, but then he sees a shocking resemblance between her and a woman he knew.
Nissa?
Suddenly, the world around Eron turned to a flash of white--more bright than any smiting light he had ever cast. It was like the time he visited the Cathedral of Bliss--not like that floating chapel was there anymore. When he came to, he found himself spitting pine needles out of his mouth.
"Where...am I..." he slowly asked as he climbed back up to his knees, his eyes taking in the scenery around him. Naya? No. too dark for that, and the Whitecover would have fallen by now. Grixis? There weren't pine needles there, even with the restoration of Vithia ongoing. Wherever he was, it looked almost as horrifying as a necropolis of old. It was like a forested version of the old hellscape.
Finally mustering the strength to stand, he found himself surrounded by foreigners--clearly none of them from Alara. He spread his large, angel-like wings in an effort to intimidate them, though it more looked like he was simply trying to defend himself in case any of them were hostile.
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A mere ten days after the Mending, a young knight of Valeron and a young ranger of Eos made a discovery that would change Alara forever.
Floating....emptiness....."What's that light, that primal power heading towards me?"....
Waking up from the slumber he had gotten so used to in that bleak void, Quinne finds himself surrounded by forest, and the cold biting into his skin. Shifting into a semi humanoid shape, a little less than five foot tall, and changing his clothes to be a little warmer to acclimate himself to this semi familiar climate change, he stops.
How did I get here? This definitely isn't Vesuva.
Still pondering on his surroundings, Quinne hears something in the distance. Talking. Actual speech! Remembering the beasts from his Isle, Quinne cautiously shifts into a smaller form, a squirrel, and scampers towards the voices, walking towards a strange container that had a smell of cooked meat wafting from it in the breeze.
Narth screamed when he woke up on a rock in the middle of an unfamiliar forest.
The forest was lush and dense, but also dark. Another plane, he thought.
There was always a bright light or a dark void every time he planeswalked. This time it was the latter. Perhaps because he was planeswalked against his own will. Just like the mage did to him. This reminiscence alerted him.
Narth jumped off the rock onto the grass. He tried to tap into Red mana but almost unsuccessful. He only managed to lit up his left hand as a torch. And then he smelled smoke. Aromatic smoke. He headed for its source.
Humans! And elves, and ... a creature he had never seen before. He sensed mana within them, and also, some familiarity. Weird familiarity. His curiosity got over him. Ignoring the fact that a human once tried to kill him, Narth emerged to the clearing and approached the group.
Aaaaaaah.
Humans, elves, and .. what are you? Narth pointed at the weird, humanoid creature.
Kincaid watches the discussion silently, cloaked in the simple darkness illusion he conjured to hide in the shadows beneath one of the trees nearby.
This Zeia person appears to be the only one who knows where we are. Another planeswalker, almost certainly, Kincaid muses. Obviously so are these others. But like myself, they've never been here before. Interesting. Is Zeia meant to be a guide of some sort?
Kincaid pulls the hood of his robe over his head, hiding his face. No need to be stupid about this. It could easily be a trap. With a small effort of will, he dismisses the shadow veil around himself, leaving a portion of it concealing his face under the hood.
"It would appear now is as good a time as any to make introductions," he says with hands spread wide as he steps out from under the tree, showing the woman with the blade that he was unarmed. "And before you ask, no, I have no idea what's going on either. I was suddenly here, just as the rest of you apparently were. I decided the best course of action was to stay invisible until I could figure out what was going on."
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"Night-Fur, a nezumi from the... 'plane' of Kamigawa," he says by way of introduction, still getting accustomed to this newfangled lingo. Not that any of them would know where that is. "No monsters we are, I assure you, merely a humble and common people."
He is about to snatch a strip of bacon from the skillet, but thinks better of it. Orammis did shield him from the crazy woman. It would not do to be a thief, yet Night-Fur has nothing to offer in exchange, not for such a meal...
A rustling of grass a short distance away attracts his attention. Perhaps a rabbit? Night-Fur whispers a short benediction to the kami of the hunt. Ever since his Patron bestowed upon him the gift of the dark touch, he has become rather respectful of the kakuriyo.
Slowly approaching the metal pan with the, 'bacon' did they call it?, in it, Quinne goes slowly towards the larger group of people, hoping not to attract any attention to himself. He hadn't eaten for maker only knows how long, and had grown somewhat accustomed to doing without food. But the smell was too enticing...
Cryffyl runs up to the woman he thought was his mentor. He had no idea where he was, how he got here, all he wanted was one thing.
"TAKE ME HOME"
"Whoa whoa, easy there buddy. I don't know who you think this woman is but you are obviously one of us."
Damian placed a calming hand on Cryffyl's shoulder and recognized the elvish features, however he also noticed the animal like qualities that were the antlers and hoofs. It was a curious sight, and if this elf like creature were to ever enter the Selesnya Conclave it would be heralded as a messiah of sorts. That would be the best case scenario for it if it entered Ravnica, worst case is that it gets grabbed by the Simic for studying or becomes a play thing for the Rackdos.
"Try not to make too much noise by the way, we're in an unknown area and according to our friend Zeia here has said there might be...monsters running about here. Best to keep a low profile until we have more information about where exactly we are."
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The sounds of the forest ring all about him and faintly, he can hear at least one other person breathing.
Hello? he calls quietly, setting his quickly cooling skillet on the ground, Is there anybody there?
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He lights a small fire in his palm to illuminate the area around him.
Night-Fur gets up and looks this way and that to see four humans lying on the grass, as well as a fire-mage, a blind, dark-skinned man in scholar's robes, and a hideous looking creature with horns like an oni and a ragged scar across his face.
Of the three, he judges the scholar as least likely to be an immediate threat. Night-Fur slowly pads his way in the scholar's direction, gently rustling the grass with his tail so as not to startle the man with his coming. "Excuse me," he simpers. "This lost wanderer would be so grateful, if you could tell him where we are?"
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"How?" She says looking aruond. Her eyes fall on what she assumes is a type of werewolf, but the creature is different. She decides that, while keeping her guard up, to test the creature.
Calmly she states, "You! Beast! Are you a vile creature of the night or shall I spare you one more day?"
He is about to ask Night-fur to describe the scene before Zeia bursts out. Without a second's hesitation, he jumps between her and Night-fur Woah, crazy lady! Let's not make any hasty judgments. I may not know what a werewolf is but no one here is any sort of beast. Trust me on that.
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Zeia shifts her weight a little. She lowers her sword slightly.
"If you wish to know where you are, I may be able to enlighten you."
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In all her years of fighting those that bump in the night, she had learned to attack first and ask questions later. This was something new.
"We are now in the forests of Kessig. This world is known as Innistrad. I can now assuredly tell none of you are of this world." Zeia bowed slightly, "Let me be your generous host as you visit my home."
He walks over to about where he left the skillet, fumbles around in the grass until he finds it then sits and holds it out toward Zeia, Not poisoned, I promise, he says in a joking tone.
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She looked at the surrounding people, her eyes fell on the other strange creature. He mouth fell open slightly.
"Such strange monsters. Where has everyone come from?"
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"I'm sure this place is a lot darker and colder than that Bant place you speak of. You had better keep your guard up or you'll regret it."
He eats some more bacon then picks up another strip and waves it at Zeia, I'm sure you'll protect me from all the scary beasts of this wood. You do the fighting, I'll do the eating. More importantly though, do you have any idea how we got here?
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"Where...am I..." he slowly asked as he climbed back up to his knees, his eyes taking in the scenery around him. Naya? No. too dark for that, and the Whitecover would have fallen by now. Grixis? There weren't pine needles there, even with the restoration of Vithia ongoing. Wherever he was, it looked almost as horrifying as a necropolis of old. It was like a forested version of the old hellscape.
Finally mustering the strength to stand, he found himself surrounded by foreigners--clearly none of them from Alara. He spread his large, angel-like wings in an effort to intimidate them, though it more looked like he was simply trying to defend himself in case any of them were hostile.
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Waking up from the slumber he had gotten so used to in that bleak void, Quinne finds himself surrounded by forest, and the cold biting into his skin. Shifting into a semi humanoid shape, a little less than five foot tall, and changing his clothes to be a little warmer to acclimate himself to this semi familiar climate change, he stops.
How did I get here? This definitely isn't Vesuva.
Still pondering on his surroundings, Quinne hears something in the distance. Talking. Actual speech! Remembering the beasts from his Isle, Quinne cautiously shifts into a smaller form, a squirrel, and scampers towards the voices, walking towards a strange container that had a smell of cooked meat wafting from it in the breeze.
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Narth screamed when he woke up on a rock in the middle of an unfamiliar forest.
The forest was lush and dense, but also dark. Another plane, he thought.
There was always a bright light or a dark void every time he planeswalked. This time it was the latter. Perhaps because he was planeswalked against his own will. Just like the mage did to him. This reminiscence alerted him.
Narth jumped off the rock onto the grass. He tried to tap into Red mana but almost unsuccessful. He only managed to lit up his left hand as a torch. And then he smelled smoke. Aromatic smoke. He headed for its source.
Humans! And elves, and ... a creature he had never seen before. He sensed mana within them, and also, some familiarity. Weird familiarity. His curiosity got over him. Ignoring the fact that a human once tried to kill him, Narth emerged to the clearing and approached the group.
Aaaaaaah.
Humans, elves, and .. what are you? Narth pointed at the weird, humanoid creature.
This Zeia person appears to be the only one who knows where we are. Another planeswalker, almost certainly, Kincaid muses. Obviously so are these others. But like myself, they've never been here before. Interesting. Is Zeia meant to be a guide of some sort?
Kincaid pulls the hood of his robe over his head, hiding his face. No need to be stupid about this. It could easily be a trap. With a small effort of will, he dismisses the shadow veil around himself, leaving a portion of it concealing his face under the hood.
"It would appear now is as good a time as any to make introductions," he says with hands spread wide as he steps out from under the tree, showing the woman with the blade that he was unarmed. "And before you ask, no, I have no idea what's going on either. I was suddenly here, just as the rest of you apparently were. I decided the best course of action was to stay invisible until I could figure out what was going on."
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He is about to snatch a strip of bacon from the skillet, but thinks better of it. Orammis did shield him from the crazy woman. It would not do to be a thief, yet Night-Fur has nothing to offer in exchange, not for such a meal...
A rustling of grass a short distance away attracts his attention. Perhaps a rabbit? Night-Fur whispers a short benediction to the kami of the hunt. Ever since his Patron bestowed upon him the gift of the dark touch, he has become rather respectful of the kakuriyo.
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"Whoa whoa, easy there buddy. I don't know who you think this woman is but you are obviously one of us."
Damian placed a calming hand on Cryffyl's shoulder and recognized the elvish features, however he also noticed the animal like qualities that were the antlers and hoofs. It was a curious sight, and if this elf like creature were to ever enter the Selesnya Conclave it would be heralded as a messiah of sorts. That would be the best case scenario for it if it entered Ravnica, worst case is that it gets grabbed by the Simic for studying or becomes a play thing for the Rackdos.
"Try not to make too much noise by the way, we're in an unknown area and according to our friend Zeia here has said there might be...monsters running about here. Best to keep a low profile until we have more information about where exactly we are."
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