Quote from magacOoh, this sounds like fun But this is going to be much harder than the previous "shove-a-planeswalker-into-guild" thread.
Ajani -- Just watches from the sides, occasionally checking on his close friends (such as Elspeth).
Jace -- Party? No, he's not coming. What's that? The fruit punch's gone already? Must be that party animal Tibalt or Xenagos who drank them all.
Liliana -- She'll probably head the drinking game. Or host the strip poker. Though maybe she won't be playing herself.
Chandra -- I reckon she's gonnabe the standard party girl.
Garruk -- I don't think he'll be coming. Unless Liliana is in there, in which case we need more bouncers.
Elspeth -- Poor girl's probably gonna get cajoled into drinking despite her protests. Hope Ajani's nearby.
Tezzeret -- He'll pick the best desserts first, probably. That, and being a party-pooper if you talk to him.
Sarkhan -- The big eater, maybe.
Sorin -- If the party doesn't have gourmet cuisine, he's out.
Nissa -- If the party doesn't have elven dishes, she probably won't stick in.
Gideon -- He may end up playing bouncer despite being in the party XD.
Koth -- Hard to say... he'll probably just enoy the party as is without doing anything extraordinary.
Venser -- Go for him for cocktails.
Karn -- Sits and relaxes and occasionally intervenes in case something bad is about to happen.
Tibalt -- Hope the bouncers can get him out, otherwise it's gonna get messy.
Tamiyo -- She'll be writing a recipe book out of all the dishes XD.
Vraska -- Plucks someone else's cupcake when they're not looking.
Ral -- Be on stage showing off.
Xenagos -- I don't know. Anything. Seriously.
Ashiok -- A lurker in the shadows.... Much like Jace, I'd reckon.
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Xenagos -- I don't know. Anything. Seriously.
Quote from EnizzleYeah. Venser strikes me as being the wino of the group. I don't know why.
Quote from hairlessThoctarDidn't Quest for Karn state that he was an abuser of Blinkmoth Serum?
Quote from hairlessThoctarI'm not saying it's a good book, or that it should be taken seriously, or that it isn't directly responsible for killing printed Magic books; I'm just saying that was a thing that was said, was it not?
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Quote from EnizzleWhat the hell is blinkmoth serum? I meant more along the lines of Potters Gin or Listerine. Venser doesn't care. The guy would drink gasoline if it got him back to normal.
Quote from Powdered BlackbladeThe scene everyone’s making is Nicol Bolas’s twenty-thousandth and twenty first birthday, and expense has been bloodied and brought to her knees in making sure that this is a memorable occasion. They’ve rented out Volrath’s Stronghold for it, hired Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar to cater and invited anyone who’s anyone in the multiverse.
And once everybody is here, what might they be doing? Are Jace and Chandra throwing back liquid courage with the promise of renewing their legendary rivalry? No, friends, Jace is drinking slowly tonight, wondering how bad Ravnica will look when he gets back, which guild will have killed another guild’s leader. It’s like being a babysitter, but the parents never get home, and Jace stares deep into his amber refuge. Chandra meanwhile is walking back and forth on the patio (out by all the mogg corpses), increasingly drunk, struggling to work up the courage to say something, anything to Gideon. How can she say what’s in her heart when they haven’t seen each other since Zendikar? The night will end with silent tears, nothing expressed but a final, longing gaze at Mr. Jura.
So what is Gideon doing here, anyway? Our straight-laced lawbringer is throwing them back with Garruk, memories of long-over battles drifting in their minds. Do these men have troubles? It’s an understatement. And slowly develops into a contest of clinking ice and set chins. The curtain will close with them slumping on their stools until one of them, we cannot tell who, slips off to the floor in blurry defeat.
But what party is without its animals? Are those notorious wild children Liliana, Tybalt and Sarkhan getting wrecked, getting naked, getting the place raided? No, my friends, things are never quite what we expect at this sort of party. Liliana Vess has sequestered herself in the only bathroom (Volrath didn't need more than that, everyone else could 'go' in the Death Pits), makeup smeared, veil askew, her clothes covered in swiftly-drying vomit as she wonders who she can call to pick her up before anyone finds out she tossed her cookies after one drink. Tybalt, of course, is abstaining this evening. Liquor and fatty food dull the senses to pain. He finds something light to eat and a nice, hard-backed chair, and plots against the poor souls of Innistrad for shunning his work. As for Sarkhan Vol? Standing on the furniture, bemoaning the death of decent dragons to anyone who will hear. Nobody does. It scarcely matters though, since this party is coming out of Vol's paycheck, much to his surprise when he checks his balance at Unbroken Alara Financial Group. "What do you mean I'm overdrawn? Bolas!" He screams to the sky, shaking his impotent fist.
The real party is happening with Nissa and Elsepth. with the music cranked in every room, they're prepared to cut loose. Weeks before the party, they conconted their plan to shed these good girl personas, and show the multiverse just how crazy they could be. Elsepth arrives, gets a drink in each hand and someone makes sure they stay filled. Within an hour, she's thrown off her hood, cape and fifty pounds of armor, is dancing in her panties, sweating madly and gyrating atop a flowstone bust of Vhati-il-Dal. When she is escorted out in handuffs, face shiny with booze, Elsepth will wonder what happened to Nissa. The elf maiden of Zendikar, however, did not throw inhibition to the wind. Instead she concludes that none of these people are elves, and their opinions of her are thus irrelevant. The night draws on, and finds her sneaking away with Koth of the Hammer. Daddy will be so, so pissed (obviously because Koth's human, not elvish.)
Xenagos will stub the carpet with his hooves, jealous as hell, muttering about how his parties are always way better than this, and how once he's a god, everyone will see what a real bash looks like. The Reveler leaves early to tell all his friends how much the party sucked.
Tamiyo is telling Venser's corpse about her latest trip to Rabiah the Infinite, which is of course, a misnomer. She mistakes his decomposition for rapt interest, and spends hours detailing her latest research paper to be published in The Muraganda Review, "Wildfire: Being a Historically Condesnded Account of the Political and Sociological Resolutions Guiding Hierarchical Structure amongst Djinn, Efreeti, Marids, et al." Her own parents won't even read it.
Lying down in Volrath's old bedroom is Karn, having wicked flashbacks, cursing every bad decision he's ever made, wondering why he even came to this stupid party. Ajani, decent soul, will check in on the silver golem occasionally, but quickly forget when he learns Ral Zarek is setting the drinks on fire. Not one to listen to bipedal albino lion-men, Ral will delight in his mischief, irritating everyone until somebody accidentally knocks him into the Furnace of Rath.
In a distant corner of the Stronghold, Tezzeret and Vraska are having a deep, penetrating conversation. Bonding over greasy canapes, they will learn how much they have in common, and make plans neither will keep in spite of their connection. Vraska has difficulty with commitment and Tezzeret needs to get his apron back on before someone reminds him the help isn't supposed to fraternize.
Our man Sorin, an ageless, decadent vampire, will see Ashiok across the room, look at his list, find 'faceless, sinister, ambiguous entity', check it off with force, and stride casually over to start up a conversation that will end much later in rumpled clothes, specatacular moans and a smoky taste left in one's mouth.
Domri Rade will not attend. After being forbidden to go, sneaking out and getting caught, he is grounded until the next decamillenium.
But we cannot forget Nicol Bolas, the dragon of the hour. Unfortunately, he's forgotten his own party. Time has taken its toll on the elder dragon, and while the media may craft stories of his intricate plots, webs and webs of lies that run deep and strong, the truth is that Bolas has spent the last several years in the Shady Sakura Kamigawa Nursing Home. He would be angry, if he remembered how. Sadly though, all the most ancient of evils can do is struggle against the rising tide, the slow march that spares no one, planeswalker, dragon, leonin, or silver golem. Nicol Bolas will be told it was a killer party, understand nothing, and sink back into his blissful, growing haze.
Quote from Oni kadakiIf you have ever played with or against a goblin deck, you know that enough stupid beings put together can be a force to be reckoned with.
Quote from Powdered BlackbladeLying down in Volrath's old bedroom is Karn, having wicked flashbacks, cursing every bad decision he's ever made, wondering why he even came to this stupid party.
Quote from theMarcYeah, I can't imagine that being in Volrath's Stronghold would be very conducive to bringing back happy memories for Karn. He really shouldn't have gone to that party.