"As I have said, 'The power lies within the cycle, not solely in life or death.' Concerning the Golgari, I would say you are on par or above most who would challenge you. There are a few who would challenge your claim to be apart of the swarm though. But none of them will do so with me supporting your initiation." said Naba as he stepped passed Aggron heading back up.
Once there he looked around as if trying to find a specific direction to travel. Then nodding to himself he said, "This way young Aggron Silverscale. We make our way to Svogthos."
With that Naba moved silently through the buildings overgrown with moss. The walk's silence seemed to add to the ambiance of a graveyard that was rarely disturbed. Then after half an hour of silence Naba commented, "Feel free to ask me any questions you have. You are after all my pupil and I your master. Such things as knowledge should be shared in this relationship. Now ask me anything you wish to know."
Aggron's disappointment at the lack of challengers faded as the two of them walked through the night. He began to examine his gems more closely, gradually thinking and making plans as they walked. Only when Naba spoke was he startled out of his reverie. He considered for a moment before he replied.
<Well, for one thing, I know almost nothing about the Golgari. I understand a lot about the magic, now, but I hardly know how the guild works. You mentioned challengers--does the guild fight constantly internally? What is this Svogthos you mentioned? For that matter, I'm new to Ravnica--how do the guilds work within this city? All I really know about them is that they exist and study types of mana.>
Aggron slowed for a moment, then continued a little more slowly. <Sorry. I know we've been discussing deeper things, but...this is important information too, and I know almost none of it. And it would surely be good to know before I meet other guild members.>
"The Golgari are simple to understand really. We embrace and fully embody the cycle. As such our own internal structure reflects this constant survival of the fittest as well as those returning from the dead to enforce their power once again. Svogthos used to be the strongest among us, a leader among the Swarm. But power can wane over time and no matter how much power you think you may have there is always a crack."
Naba stepped gingerly over a pile of rubble and continued explaining, "There are basically two major factions that worked at that crack. The end result was Svogthos being stuck in a necrotic form powering the heart of the Swarm. This is our guild house by the way."
"The two factions I mentioned are the major power houses: the Dark Elves and the Sisters. The Sisters should not be trifled with as they hold power over many of the drones reanimated into the Golgari ranks. The Dark Elves hold great numbers and are shamanistic in nature. They tend to place more value on those reanimated being able to think for themselves instead of being drones."
Naba gave Aggron a warning glance before continuing, "You need not worry about those factions though. Ultimately it is petty squabbling below us."
Naba ducked below a building resting against another saying, "As for the guilds in Ravnica? Each one was originally supposed to serve a purpose to the city of Ravnica. From what I've gathered the formation of the guilds was done to ultimately preserve the balance of mana on Ravnica. The city of Ravnica was suffering from a drastic imbalance caused by overpopulation and the rapid growth of civilization. The guilds were the solution decided upon by several influential leaders from our past. Each would perform actions that would mold the city in such a way as to promote the continued growth and harmony of the mana."
Naba paused in the shadow of another building looking around for directions asking, "Did I answer your questions? Or do you need me to explain something a bit more?"
'm your pupil now? You sound like you're very high-ranking in the guild, as much as there is rank here--will I be doing tasks for you? Does the Golgari expect me to do, or not do, anything? Well, openly.>
Aggron pauses. <And in the same vein, is there any overt benefit for being in the guild? Are there sites I can access or magic I can obtain that is forbidden to outsiders? Or do I just get the benefits of being your student?>
Aggron feels his new gems with a hand. <Not that I'm complaining about those. Just--if there's more power here, I want to know what it is and what I have to do to get it. The more resources, the better.>
Naba stops walking and turns around facing Aggron letting out a long sigh of frustration. Then walking up to Aggron, Naba lays his right hand on Aggron's shoulder saying, "Aggron, remember what I have told you. There are many illusions in this world and only one truth."
Naba seemed intent on explaining what he was saying as he maintained eye contact with Aggron continuing to say, "Everything in this world is ultimately an illusion that we perceive. We interpret everything and create facts based off of those perceptions. The one truth in this existence is ultimately realizing that the world is itself an illusion that we perceive. It is in this one understanding that the full potential of black mana is realized."
Naba waves his hands around indicating the world around them saying, "Do you see then? All of this is one giant illusion. All of it is subject to our senses, perceptions, and understanding. We choose to make what we want with this world and all that exists within that world."
Naba's face shows a tint of mirth as he says, "So when you ask me about rank in the Golgari you make me feel as though you have missed the core of the training I provided for you. Do you honestly think one such as I cares for such a position? Think about what being a high ranked member of the Golgari would entail. Think about what I told you and how the petty squabbles were below us."
Naba slams his fist into his hand saying, "All are illusions crafted by others. You will learn to see past these illusions. You have the potential to understand and grow. This guild as well as the others were built upon the visions of men from ages past."
Naba seemed frustrated at having to explain this to Aggron saying, "Do you see that? A vision presented to others. Do you see how ridiculous that is? Another illusion spun for the masses long ago. An organization that spawned from the vision presented by one sole being. A vision that was accepted as a truth by the many."
Naba looked to Aggron with concern and a mix of hope asking, "Do you see what that illusion created? The power garnered by one being from a simple illusion perceived as fact?"
Naba shook his head with irritation and leaned against a building saying, "All the infighting in the Golgari is from several factions clawing at the illusion of power. They don't see the big picture. They don't see the world as an illusion. All of them have grown accustomed to the perceptions of their upbringing. They think they understand the power of the Swarm. They think they know and thus they squabble. All of them trying to grab at this power created from one being's illusion."
Naba looked off to the horizon still shaking his head in disgust while saying, "They just don't get it. They don't understand the true meaning of existence. All of them are too used to there past perceptions. They don't see the world as I do..."
Naba was silent for a moment breathing calmly before rolling his head towards Aggron lazily and saying, "The world as we perceive it is an illusion. All we know is that we truly exist in this illusion. Everything else is an illusion subject to our perceptions. The key then is to living in that illusion without any preconceptions. One needs to truly understand that everything is an illusion. This is the key."
Naba pushes off the wall and walks up to Aggron again saying, "Illusions aren't real. They can be broken at any time of your choosing. Accepting an illusion is your choice. Always your choice. Breaking free of those illusions is also your choice. Understanding this and living within the illusions one is able to realize their full potential as nothing can hold them back but themselves seeing as everything is ultimately an illusion of your choosing."
Naba smiled softly before asking Aggron, "Knowing this can you see how silly your question was? I choose to operate within the Golgari because it serves a purpose. Enslaving myself to that illusion however does not serve my purpose. I am simply an enigma to many within the Swarm. A powerful being that they do not fully understand because they limit themselves. They don't understand that I am powerful because I have no limits. I can achieve my fullest potential at any time because I can choose to accept and discard any illusion at my choosing. As such I represent an unknown factor to many within the Swarm. That is their perception and theirs alone. An illusion they have crafted for themselves and one that I allow them to continue to perceive."
Naba extend both hands skyward saying, "This is true power in a world of illusions."
Then lowering his hands to his side he looked intently at Aggron saying, "And you are my pupil because you can realize this truth. Embrace this truth as you do with the Cycle and you will rise to levels of power as I have."
Naba thought back to the other things Aggron had asked about before saying, "As for your duties to me as my pupil? You have none except the ones you place upon yourself. I simply wish to leave a legacy behind, a foolish attempt on my part to break the illusion of this world."
Naba grinned quickly though adding, "But you are right in seeking additional power made easily available through being a member of the Swarm. There are several lands the guild controls that are rich in black and green mana. Beyond those lands are spells designed by several shamans of the Swarm, favored by many mages who can wield such magic. Any other use or benefit from being a Golgari though would be of your own creation."
Naba let out a small laugh saying, "Don't get me wrong though. I am certain there are many within the guild that would try to enforce their own views upon you. They will try to command you by telling you that you owe the guild allegiance and loyalty. Just remember that what they tell you is but another one of their illusions that can be accepted or discarded at your choosing."
Naba tilted his head and asked truly intent on finding Aggron's answer, "Do you understand now?"
Aggron began pacing back and forth, thinking. <The idea that organizations and power structures have only the power we give then, that I understand. The idea that the Swarm will try to order me around and use me, and that whether I allow them to is of my choosing, that I understand. I've been physically caged before; I understand how silly psychological cages can be. You helped me see that Aggron had made one for himself, and I'm Silverscale now. I've broken out of that one.>
<But the world?>
Aggron's tail twitches around restlessly as he continues to think aloud. <Where I grew up, law was the whim of the strong. Dragons were the greatest in one area because they were the ultimate predators. They could defeat any of the lesser creatures in combat, because they had the physical strength to do so. In the other area, necromancers were the masters because they controlled legions of undead. If you could avoid them, you could do as you wished. But if they caught you, they would enslave you.>
Aggron looked back at Naba. <Power structures, people telling us they have power, that is pure illusion. But real power still exists. I still had to avoid dragons and necromancers in the past; I have to be careful around demons and monsters here. I can do what I want on my own, but around stronger beings I have to beware their power. Don't I?>
Aggron reached down and picked up a small rock. He tossed it to himself slowly, thinking. <Everything I asked you about the Golgari, I asked with the intent to game the system. I don't care what they want from me, but I needed to know what it is so I can use it. And of course I wanted to know what I can get from them. That's how it works. I let them think I have allegiance to them, so I can get the advantages of that 'allegiance'. I don't, but they think I do, and that makes the task easier. I understand the falseness of the Golgari illusion, so I can use it to my own ends. But to do that the best, I have to understand the illusion itself.>
<But...the world? Every law, yes. Civilization itself, yes. But the world?>
<Help me with this one. I don't think I understand it yet.> Aggron tosses the rock at Naba.
Naba snatches the rock out of the air with one smooth motion. Then looking at Aggron with a grin, Naba turns and walks to a wall. There he sits down with his back to the wall and rests, a deep sigh escaping his lungs.
Fiddling with the rock on the dirt ground between his legs he says, "I always find this difficult to explain. The way I see it, is that we all exist within this reality. And this reality is subject to our will."
Naba picked up the rock and waved to the world around them once again before continuing, "We can shape and change all of this simply by thinking and performing actions. One thought or action by me alters my surrounding, my perceptions. If this is possible then the world really is nothing more than an illusion that is constantly shifting, subject to our perceptions."
Naba leans forward placing the rock on the dirt ground and then hovers his hand over it saying, "For example, without using any spell I can simply will life into existence around this chunk of rock."
To give strength to his words, Naba begins channeling strong amounts of forest mana into the dirt ground. Then as his fingers extended outward spreading, green specks began to appear in the dirt until they grew rapidly into lush blades of grass.
"The same is true for removing the life that I have created. With but one thought I can alter and drain that life so that it appears to have never existed..."
This time Naba channeled strong currents of swamp mana into the ground. Just as quickly as the blades of grass appeared so too did they wither away until only dirt was left below Naba's closed fist.
Then leaning back Naba's fist opened up relaxed as he looked up at Aggron saying, "I am but one being changing the perception of this reality. Do you see what I mean now by the world being an illusion?"
Again he waved to indicate the world around them saying, "All of this is being held together, shaped, formed, molded, and maintained by our planes inhabitants. Many of the denizens of our world do this on a subconscious level. They have come to accept laws and truths enforced upon them by others. Magic to me is simply a sign of these denizens awakening to this illusion we call reality..."
Naba grew silent for a moment wondering if Aggron was following what he was saying. Then as if arguing with himself, Naba shook his head saying, "I don't know how much you know about the myths and legends surrounding the planeswalkers. But they are beings that are capable of moving from one plane to another. Their power apparently infinite, whispered to have been god-like."
Naba looked at Aggron with an intense look saying, "They show all of us that our world, our plane, is just an illusion to be looked upon and then discarded. Somehow these walkers were able to find a way to free themselves from the grasp the planes, the illusions, have upon all of us."
Naba's face shifted into a bundle of emotions as he closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall saying, "This is why I view everything as an illusion. I keep thinking that with enough training I can overcome these illusions. That with a strong enough will I can free myself and become a planeswalker. Become a being truly capable of accepting and discarding the illusions of all the planes in existence."
Naba opened his eyes still looking to the sky and spoke reverently, "And then, once I've passed through the veil of our plane and the veils of the others, I will see if there is something beyond that illusion."
Naba grinned from ear to ear as his head turned from the sky to Aggron asking, "So what do you think of your master now, Aggron Silverscale? Do you understand what I mean by everything being an illusion? Do you think me still sane?"
<Oh, I still think you're sane. I understand the draw of planeswalkers.>
Aggron kicks at the dirt briefly, thinking. 've never met one, but I've seen a planeswalker's handiwork once. It was back in Estark.> He closes his eyes, recalling the blasted House Lat-Nam. <At the time I'd thought that planeswalkers were just horrifyingly powerful mages, so strong they could traverse the planes themselves. The kind of power that, at the time, I was looking for.>
<but you're making me think here. I've always thought of magic as a way to change reality. But why does it work?> Aggron kicks viciously at the dirt. <If you're right, then the whole world is just....a construct. A fabrication. People keep it running because they believe it works. Everyone's own subconscious has a little reality-shaping power, and between them all, they form something so strong it keeps a plane alive.>
<So what does that mean for my own powers?>
Aggron forms mana in his palms--green in his left, black in his right. He looks over at Naba. <You and I are the only ones here. We both believe that I can do magic, but is that enough? If that's true, then anyone alone could do whatever they believed. True madmen would destroy the world in a week. So that's not right. There has to be something more.>
Aggron begins pacing, the mana glowing in his palms. <If magic is the power to change reality, and reality is a construct, then....I can change the construct. Not because I'm allowed, but because I have the raw willpower to MAKE things happen. There is still real power here.> Aggron smashes the mana-globes together, and they spark briefly, but they merge. <Mages are the people whose minds are a little stronger. We tend to operate within constraints, but that's because we are either physically or mentally constrained. It's not easy to alter the construct. We can do it, but it's hard, which is why it takes time to gather large amounts of mana. It's much easier to use magic we've practiced, so we work with this 'gem' idea rather than just creating anything we can think of. And I'm guessing the gems help channel our minds, which is why they're tied to specific spells.>
Aggron tosses the mana orb from one hand to the other, his mind whirling. <So if that's true, then the only real difference between one of us and a planeswalker is orders of magnitude of power. They can just do what they want, because they're strong enough to warp reality at whim. Actually, that makes a lot of sense. People's own minds are real, but everything else is a construct, and those strong enough can warp it.> I don't know if I agree with this theory, but it's surprisingly plausible.
Aggron looks back at Nabe. <Is that what you mean?>
Naba claps slowly for Aggron and then spreads his arms wide in a welcoming gesture saying, "Well thought my pupil, well thought."
Lowering his arms he said, "Let me explain it a little more for you. Not every being understands this power. As I said many of the inhabitants do this on a sub-conscious level, completely unaware that they are reinforcing the illusion. You said a mad man would be able to devastate a plane within a week. This is wrong simply because a mad man would be too confused to understand what was being reinforced on a planar level by the inhabitants. He wouldn't have the will or power to make the changes that would devastate the plane as you speculated."
Naba grinned saying, "As for magic itself, yes any type of spell can be created with enough time, willpower, focus, and mana. The problem with those spells are that only you know of them and only you can invoke them. As a result they are monumentally difficult to cast in combat."
Naba tilted his head as if questioning Aggron saying, "Haven't you ever wondered what a spell really is? You were so close to touching the answer just moments ago. If spells are of our making, and reality is reinforced by what the inhabitants of a plane believe, then the spells we cast in combat are the ones the inhabitants of a region have come to believe in. That is to say, summoning a creature to combat is simple in that there are plenty of beings who know of the creature, believe in that creature, and understand that the summoning of creatures is possible in this plane. The same applies to color specific spells. Many of those spells carry attributes that inhabitants believe to be a natural aspect or law of said color. Thus these spells are easily cast because they are recognized and reinforced by the inhabitants."
Naba leaned forward excitedly saying, "Can you see then why the planeswalkers would appear so powerful? They have access to a multitude of spells from other planes. Planes that have different understandings of how magic works on their plane. These walkers then become god-like by enforcing the laws of one plane onto another."
Naba leaned back closing his eyes and smiled saying, "That is how I think magic works. Everything is an illusion powered by our minds."
Naba grinned wildly and looked at Aggron saying, "I find it amazing what one can learn when they choose to view things from the scope of another philosophy. When I was young I stumbled upon this revelation while reading about the philosophy of island magic. Ever since then I have sought to reach my fullest potential. To unlock my mind and transcend this reality as the planeswalkers do."
Naba looked to the ground slightly put off saying, "But there is only so much one can do on their own. A fresh perspective has always helped me. That and the potential competition from another who understands me is always a powerful force to push me ever further..."
Naba had trailed off for a bit before focusing on Aggron. Then pushing off the ground he brushed the dirt off his pants and asked, "What else do you wish to know Aggron?"
<Island magic, huh?> Suddenly, several things click for Aggron. If Naba's listening carefully, he can 'hear' the change in Aggron's voice. <Yes, that makes sense.>
The world as a mutable, unreal construct? Beings whose own will is what governs its shape? Beings who want to learn how the world works, then alter it as they see fit, and the consequences and side effects be damned?
Oh, I think I've run into that kind before. Yes, I think I knew some of them rather intimately.
Aggron's thoughts flash back to the lab where he was created, and he shudders with revulsion as he realizes how closely the ideas of those scientists match the theory Naba's spinning to him.
In a moment, though, he steps back from it. This is exactly that Naba was telling me about before. I have this preconception that they and everything they stand for are evil. They caused me pain--terrible pain--and they didn't care. Aggron pushes down a surge of rage. They were certainly evil, as I've chosen to understand evil. But that doesn't mean that all their ideas are automatically wrong. And why were they evil?
Aggron's rage slowly cools as he thinks about this for a moment. I consider it wrong to needlessly hurt people, or hurt people who don't 'deserve' it. If nothing else, Naba's shown me that that isn't just a truth--it's something I choose to believe, and it's a restraint I put on myself. It's not really reasonable to just believe that based on instinct or my own history. Aggron looks sideways back at Naba. This is something to think about later. And it certainly means I can't throw out his philosophy on that basis. But it's also equally obvious that I can't discuss this with him. He has no tolerance for unreasoned preconceptions and would probably just think me a fool again. Aggron chuckled mentally. He may not be wrong. But I think I want to decide that.
This whole internal-dialog took a couple of moments, in which Naba had been able to watch Aggron's pacing. 'm ready, for now. But you and I should study these planeswalkers together sometime. Between the two of us, we might be able to make some breakthroughs.> Aggron looked away briefly. <And I might think of more to ask you, but my head's a little too full for more introspection just now. Shall we continue?>
Naba grinned knowingly at Aggron saying, "Drink in what you have learned. When you thirst for more simply ask and we shall see what happens then."
Turning away from Aggron, Naba continued his walk while saying, "Now we deal with the Swarm. You will need their power at first and they yours. But as you have already learned such a relationship is ultimately one made up of illusions. Simply remember what I have taught you and you will do well."
Naba glanced over his shoulder at Aggron before adding, "Also remember that just because something is an illusion doesn't mean there is nothing to be discovered. Often times it is an illusion that can be far more informing than what is perceived as the reality."
Naba's presence seemed to grow distant as he walked further into the heart of the derelict buildings. Then stopping at the corner of one he looked back to Aggron warning, "Steel your mind, remember what you have learned, and trust your new found instincts."
With that Naba flashed a devilish grin at Aggron and whipped around the corner of the building leaving Aggron's sight for but a moment...
The importance of Naba's grin is not lost on Aggron. He realizes instantly that he isn't just going to walk into some guildhall and meet some Golgari. All his senses go on high alert, and he looks around cautiously...but then, mentally, he checks himself.
I'm about to meet the Golgari. I should be careful, but I shouldn't look like I'm being careful. The appearance of confidence is probably more important than scanning every shadow.
Boldly, Aggron strides forward to follow Naba. His eyes and nose are inspecting the environment, but his posture and appearance radiate control and poise. Mentally, he feels the connection to his mana flowing, but it's only in the back of his mind. Consciously, he's simply maintaining an attitude--this is a new place, but he is its master.
Let's see how the Golgari handle Silverscale the predator.
As Aggron strides forward confidently he finds that Naba is no where in sight around the corner. Instead Aggron is greeted by shadows dancing across the abandoned street. With his senses actively searching the landscape, Aggron can't help but feel the same feeling of being watched as he had before when traveling with Naba through the derelect buildings.
Scanning the abandoned street, Aggron notices a small amount of movement in the shadow of one of the collapsed buildings. Focusing there he see's a pair of human eyes that slowly move out into the light of the moon. Then from the other side he notices a second pair of eyes move through the shadows.
As Aggron faced the two pairs of eyes, the one on the right called out in a raspy voice to the other saying, "Looks like we found dinner, brother."
"That it does, brother." replied the one on the left in an equally raspy voice.
The pair of eyes on the right moved fully into view now and Aggron could tell it was a gaunt and frail looking elf with black dread locks. Eying Aggron hungrily the one on the right said, "Good, it's been awhile since we had lizard. Hasn't it, brother?"
The one on the left moved slowly into the moonlight and appeared to be identical to the other elf with the only difference coming from more meat and life in the second elf's features. "Yes, it has been, brother. We are so fortunate to have our dinner come to us aren't we, brother?"
The elf on the right flashed a wicked grin revealing black and yellowed teeth that had been filed to a point saying, "Yes, we are so fortunate to have our dinner come to us."
The elf on the right leaned forward low to the ground as if ready to pounce at Aggron saying, "It must be after the tomb. Right brother?"
The elf on the left mirrored his brother, ready to pounce replying, "They always come for our tomb, brother. Such wonderful bait for fledgling mages like this lizard."
The one on the right started swaying his hips sending power into his legs saying, "We shouldn't play with our food too much. Right brother?"
Again the one on the left mirrored his brother saying, "No, we shouldn't brother. Mother always said that we shouldn't play with our food. You know how mother was always right."
Plunging his hands into the cold ground of the dirt street the one on the right said, "Less talk and more killing then, brother." To emphasize this a black ichor burst from the creature's veins on the right causing the ground to hiss, sending wisps of steam into the air.
The one on the left flared his fingers out like his nails were claws causing a dull green glow to appear around the tips of his fingers. Then eying Aggron he said, "Yes, let's..."
One on right summons a swamp. One on the left summons a forest. Aggron is at full health and power with all spells available from his satchel up to his satchel points limit.
<Fledgeling mage? Oh, you two have a lot to learn.> Aggron's eyes roll forward, pinning down each elf with his stare. <You have no idea who you're dealing with.>
Aggron's hand goes to his satchel, reassuring him of Naba's gems. This is my first time using nature's power for battle--let's see how it goes! For a moment, Aggron attunes himself to the flow of the green mana in the area. He reaches with his other hand, and an image of a phantasmal elf drifts through the murky night towards it. She touches his palm, and it fills with life-giving energy.
Aggron takes his hand from his satchel and concentrates. The ground beneath him bubbles, and one of those bubbles takes on a darkly luminescent form, hovering near Aggron's shoulder. With his free hand, Aggron reaches into the orb, drawing the dark energies from it. He holds his two palms in front of him and begins to weave a pattern of green and black mana; as they combine, they begin to turn silver....
In a moment, an overturned statue lies in the earth at Aggron's feet. He eyes the elves again. 't think I'll be able to convince you to leave me alone, nor do I especially want to. I think you two need a lesson in respect.>
"Let's bring Betsy out, brother!" exclaimed the elf on the right drawing further upon the swamps.
"Yes, brother. Betsy hasn't eaten in awhile. Betsy must be starving by now..." replied the elf on the left as his fingers glowed a brighter green. Pressing both hands together and wiggling his fingers like spider legs, the elf whispered, "Come on out Betsy, dinner is here!"
Then pushing out of the ground before the two elves were the slender legs of a recluse spider the size of a small dog. All eight legs moved about feeling around while orienting the spider to face Aggron. Focusing on Aggron the spider raised four of it's front legs in a challenging manner, venom dripping from it's fangs, the drops of which caused a loud hissing sound upon impact.
"Betsy sure is hungry, brother. Perhaps I should give her the dark blessing to speed this along?" inquired the elf on the right.
"Oh yes! Betsy would love that dearly. Give her the blessing. We've been far too long without it!" exclaimed the elf on the left with glee.
Grinning hungrily the elf on the right then raised both hands and slashed downward at the spider. Within moments a dark aura surrounded the spider causing it to grow greatly in size.
Aggron grins at the hugely inflated spider. 've seen 'blessings' like that before. I got beaten by them. Once. It doesn't happen anymore.>
Aggron looks hard at his statue, and it begins to glow as it fills with magical energy. Then Aggron focuses on the energy of the nature around him, and its energy also begins to surround him. In a moment, it coalesces into a second orb, a green one, floating above his other shoulder.
Aggron's hands reach out to the orbs and the statue, and they flicker in a patterned motion as he weaves his mana into his summons. First, he creates his familiar, rotting goblin companion. With the green mana, though, he works for a moment to create one of the creatures Naba had showed him...
The dog sniffs, rolls its eyes at the zombie, and looks complainingly back at Aggron, who shrugs apologetically at it. Then the dog's nose turns back towards the spider, and he bares his teeth in a snarl. He doesn't like spiders.
"Food for Betsy!" yelled the elf on the right as he laid two more blessings upon the elf.
"Betsy hungers still!" replied the elf on the left thrusting an arm up into the air causing wood to jut out of the ground and surround the spider empowering it further.
"Feed Betsy some more, Dinner!" cackled the gaunt elf on the right as the spider charged directly at Aggron...
't much mind feeding it, as long as it's not with my blood.> Aggron waves his tail almost negligently, and his goblin shambles in front of the spider, shielding Aggron from its attack. Momentarily, the spider stumbles, one of its legs shriveled away by the goblin's rot, but then it returns to its masters.
Aggron smirks as he sees the beast's defenses lowered. <And now I finish!> Mana busts from his hands, flowing over his whole body. In a flash, Aggron leaps onto the spider's engorged neck and stabs down hard with his mana-infused tail.
Blocked with Goblin, assigned -1/-1 to the spider.
Assuming no action, go to Aggron's next turn.
Used available mana to cast Assassinate. Checking if it resolves before I continue.
Shouted the two in unison as Aggron's spell tore the spider to shreds.
Spell resolves with no response from the two. Care for further action or do you wish to ship the turn? Oh and sorry for the late response, was helping my brother move this past weekend.
IC: Aggron grinned as he jumped back to the ground. <So, do you two still want to play? I think my dog wants to play with you!> Needing no further encouragement, the dog in question lunges forward at the black-mana-wielding elf. Her eyes spark and her coat ripples as she charges...
Aggron's hand stretches forward, and a stream of energy lashes from his forehead to the tip of the dog's tail. Energy rushes through her, and her ears prick up as her fur flows into a rippling pale-blue, shimmering brightly against the darkness. In a blur, she tears at the elf's stomach.
As the dog walks back towards Aggron, a glint of triumph in her eyes, Aggron tosses a ball of mana in the air, twitching at it as it lands. When it uncurls, his familiar goblin stands by his side...
Aggron's head aches slightly from the mental strain of empowering his dog, but he's still very focused. Looking hard at the wounded elf, he decides to give the pair one last chance. <That was just a taste of my power, but I think the two of you understand. I can handle your little summons, and if we continue this fight, you'll both end up dog food. Now, will you lead me to Svogthos, or do you need more lessons?>
Attacked with Mongrel, discarded one Gravedigger to turn it blue. Assuming no responses, go to postcombat main and make another Festering Goblin
"He likes to use tricksies, brother." whispers the elf on the right as he draws upon more black mana. "I like to use tricksies as well..."
"He killed Betsy, brother!" screamed the elf on the left.
"I know, brother." frowned the one on the right.
"Betsy's sisters wont like that at all!" cried the one on the left with glee as he drew upon further mana from the forests summoning forth two more spider similar to the first.
<You just don't get it, do you?> Aggron sighs audibly. <Oh well. If you're this foolhardy, I have no problem finishing you off.> Mana swirls around Aggron as he mixes the power from his half-buried totem with more darkness. He spreads his palms suddenly apart, and a wave of contagion sweeps from them, headed towards one of the spiders. ' companionship!>
I suppose elves are more diverse than I'd thought. These are quite the stupidest I've ever seen.
OOC: Played 1x Echoing Decay targeting a spider. Awaiting responses, or lack of them....the black mage said he was tricky.
<You two just don't get it, do you? Why mourn for your spiders when your own lives are in such danger? It doesn't make sense to me. But I'll stop your sniveling soon enough.>
Aggron swirls more mana in his palms, then tosses it into the air. A pale light bursts forth from the newly-formed sphere, outlining the goblin in iridescence. Aggron concentrates, and the dog's fur ripples again; the light surrounds her, and it seems to reveal an unusually skeletal frame.
Aggron concentrates harder. His tail flicks back and forth, and his pupils seem to be dilating, but his efforts are bearing fruit. The dog's skeleton becomes more pronounced, and her teeth and claws begin elongating and sharpening. She howls at the pale sphere, and the sound sends shivers down the elves' spines.
The dog and the goblin nod at each other, and together they rush the black-wielding elf.
Played 1x Bad Moon
Discarded one Severed Legion to the Mongrel, naming black; let it resolve.
Discarded a second Severed Legion, again naming black, then attacked.
"Tricksy, tricksy for the mutt!" hissed the elf on the right sending a curl of black smoke from his hands to the dog at Aggron's side. The smoke darted across the land and swarmed the dog, preparing to snuff out it's life...
Once there he looked around as if trying to find a specific direction to travel. Then nodding to himself he said, "This way young Aggron Silverscale. We make our way to Svogthos."
With that Naba moved silently through the buildings overgrown with moss. The walk's silence seemed to add to the ambiance of a graveyard that was rarely disturbed. Then after half an hour of silence Naba commented, "Feel free to ask me any questions you have. You are after all my pupil and I your master. Such things as knowledge should be shared in this relationship. Now ask me anything you wish to know."
<Well, for one thing, I know almost nothing about the Golgari. I understand a lot about the magic, now, but I hardly know how the guild works. You mentioned challengers--does the guild fight constantly internally? What is this Svogthos you mentioned? For that matter, I'm new to Ravnica--how do the guilds work within this city? All I really know about them is that they exist and study types of mana.>
Aggron slowed for a moment, then continued a little more slowly. <Sorry. I know we've been discussing deeper things, but...this is important information too, and I know almost none of it. And it would surely be good to know before I meet other guild members.>
Naba stepped gingerly over a pile of rubble and continued explaining, "There are basically two major factions that worked at that crack. The end result was Svogthos being stuck in a necrotic form powering the heart of the Swarm. This is our guild house by the way."
"The two factions I mentioned are the major power houses: the Dark Elves and the Sisters. The Sisters should not be trifled with as they hold power over many of the drones reanimated into the Golgari ranks. The Dark Elves hold great numbers and are shamanistic in nature. They tend to place more value on those reanimated being able to think for themselves instead of being drones."
Naba gave Aggron a warning glance before continuing, "You need not worry about those factions though. Ultimately it is petty squabbling below us."
Naba ducked below a building resting against another saying, "As for the guilds in Ravnica? Each one was originally supposed to serve a purpose to the city of Ravnica. From what I've gathered the formation of the guilds was done to ultimately preserve the balance of mana on Ravnica. The city of Ravnica was suffering from a drastic imbalance caused by overpopulation and the rapid growth of civilization. The guilds were the solution decided upon by several influential leaders from our past. Each would perform actions that would mold the city in such a way as to promote the continued growth and harmony of the mana."
Naba paused in the shadow of another building looking around for directions asking, "Did I answer your questions? Or do you need me to explain something a bit more?"
Aggron pauses. <And in the same vein, is there any overt benefit for being in the guild? Are there sites I can access or magic I can obtain that is forbidden to outsiders? Or do I just get the benefits of being your student?>
Aggron feels his new gems with a hand. <Not that I'm complaining about those. Just--if there's more power here, I want to know what it is and what I have to do to get it. The more resources, the better.>
Naba seemed intent on explaining what he was saying as he maintained eye contact with Aggron continuing to say, "Everything in this world is ultimately an illusion that we perceive. We interpret everything and create facts based off of those perceptions. The one truth in this existence is ultimately realizing that the world is itself an illusion that we perceive. It is in this one understanding that the full potential of black mana is realized."
Naba waves his hands around indicating the world around them saying, "Do you see then? All of this is one giant illusion. All of it is subject to our senses, perceptions, and understanding. We choose to make what we want with this world and all that exists within that world."
Naba's face shows a tint of mirth as he says, "So when you ask me about rank in the Golgari you make me feel as though you have missed the core of the training I provided for you. Do you honestly think one such as I cares for such a position? Think about what being a high ranked member of the Golgari would entail. Think about what I told you and how the petty squabbles were below us."
Naba slams his fist into his hand saying, "All are illusions crafted by others. You will learn to see past these illusions. You have the potential to understand and grow. This guild as well as the others were built upon the visions of men from ages past."
Naba seemed frustrated at having to explain this to Aggron saying, "Do you see that? A vision presented to others. Do you see how ridiculous that is? Another illusion spun for the masses long ago. An organization that spawned from the vision presented by one sole being. A vision that was accepted as a truth by the many."
Naba looked to Aggron with concern and a mix of hope asking, "Do you see what that illusion created? The power garnered by one being from a simple illusion perceived as fact?"
Naba shook his head with irritation and leaned against a building saying, "All the infighting in the Golgari is from several factions clawing at the illusion of power. They don't see the big picture. They don't see the world as an illusion. All of them have grown accustomed to the perceptions of their upbringing. They think they understand the power of the Swarm. They think they know and thus they squabble. All of them trying to grab at this power created from one being's illusion."
Naba looked off to the horizon still shaking his head in disgust while saying, "They just don't get it. They don't understand the true meaning of existence. All of them are too used to there past perceptions. They don't see the world as I do..."
Naba was silent for a moment breathing calmly before rolling his head towards Aggron lazily and saying, "The world as we perceive it is an illusion. All we know is that we truly exist in this illusion. Everything else is an illusion subject to our perceptions. The key then is to living in that illusion without any preconceptions. One needs to truly understand that everything is an illusion. This is the key."
Naba pushes off the wall and walks up to Aggron again saying, "Illusions aren't real. They can be broken at any time of your choosing. Accepting an illusion is your choice. Always your choice. Breaking free of those illusions is also your choice. Understanding this and living within the illusions one is able to realize their full potential as nothing can hold them back but themselves seeing as everything is ultimately an illusion of your choosing."
Naba smiled softly before asking Aggron, "Knowing this can you see how silly your question was? I choose to operate within the Golgari because it serves a purpose. Enslaving myself to that illusion however does not serve my purpose. I am simply an enigma to many within the Swarm. A powerful being that they do not fully understand because they limit themselves. They don't understand that I am powerful because I have no limits. I can achieve my fullest potential at any time because I can choose to accept and discard any illusion at my choosing. As such I represent an unknown factor to many within the Swarm. That is their perception and theirs alone. An illusion they have crafted for themselves and one that I allow them to continue to perceive."
Naba extend both hands skyward saying, "This is true power in a world of illusions."
Then lowering his hands to his side he looked intently at Aggron saying, "And you are my pupil because you can realize this truth. Embrace this truth as you do with the Cycle and you will rise to levels of power as I have."
Naba thought back to the other things Aggron had asked about before saying, "As for your duties to me as my pupil? You have none except the ones you place upon yourself. I simply wish to leave a legacy behind, a foolish attempt on my part to break the illusion of this world."
Naba grinned quickly though adding, "But you are right in seeking additional power made easily available through being a member of the Swarm. There are several lands the guild controls that are rich in black and green mana. Beyond those lands are spells designed by several shamans of the Swarm, favored by many mages who can wield such magic. Any other use or benefit from being a Golgari though would be of your own creation."
Naba let out a small laugh saying, "Don't get me wrong though. I am certain there are many within the guild that would try to enforce their own views upon you. They will try to command you by telling you that you owe the guild allegiance and loyalty. Just remember that what they tell you is but another one of their illusions that can be accepted or discarded at your choosing."
Naba tilted his head and asked truly intent on finding Aggron's answer, "Do you understand now?"
Aggron began pacing back and forth, thinking. <The idea that organizations and power structures have only the power we give then, that I understand. The idea that the Swarm will try to order me around and use me, and that whether I allow them to is of my choosing, that I understand. I've been physically caged before; I understand how silly psychological cages can be. You helped me see that Aggron had made one for himself, and I'm Silverscale now. I've broken out of that one.>
<But the world?>
Aggron's tail twitches around restlessly as he continues to think aloud. <Where I grew up, law was the whim of the strong. Dragons were the greatest in one area because they were the ultimate predators. They could defeat any of the lesser creatures in combat, because they had the physical strength to do so. In the other area, necromancers were the masters because they controlled legions of undead. If you could avoid them, you could do as you wished. But if they caught you, they would enslave you.>
Aggron looked back at Naba. <Power structures, people telling us they have power, that is pure illusion. But real power still exists. I still had to avoid dragons and necromancers in the past; I have to be careful around demons and monsters here. I can do what I want on my own, but around stronger beings I have to beware their power. Don't I?>
Aggron reached down and picked up a small rock. He tossed it to himself slowly, thinking. <Everything I asked you about the Golgari, I asked with the intent to game the system. I don't care what they want from me, but I needed to know what it is so I can use it. And of course I wanted to know what I can get from them. That's how it works. I let them think I have allegiance to them, so I can get the advantages of that 'allegiance'. I don't, but they think I do, and that makes the task easier. I understand the falseness of the Golgari illusion, so I can use it to my own ends. But to do that the best, I have to understand the illusion itself.>
<But...the world? Every law, yes. Civilization itself, yes. But the world?>
<Help me with this one. I don't think I understand it yet.> Aggron tosses the rock at Naba.
Fiddling with the rock on the dirt ground between his legs he says, "I always find this difficult to explain. The way I see it, is that we all exist within this reality. And this reality is subject to our will."
Naba picked up the rock and waved to the world around them once again before continuing, "We can shape and change all of this simply by thinking and performing actions. One thought or action by me alters my surrounding, my perceptions. If this is possible then the world really is nothing more than an illusion that is constantly shifting, subject to our perceptions."
Naba leans forward placing the rock on the dirt ground and then hovers his hand over it saying, "For example, without using any spell I can simply will life into existence around this chunk of rock."
To give strength to his words, Naba begins channeling strong amounts of forest mana into the dirt ground. Then as his fingers extended outward spreading, green specks began to appear in the dirt until they grew rapidly into lush blades of grass.
"The same is true for removing the life that I have created. With but one thought I can alter and drain that life so that it appears to have never existed..."
This time Naba channeled strong currents of swamp mana into the ground. Just as quickly as the blades of grass appeared so too did they wither away until only dirt was left below Naba's closed fist.
Then leaning back Naba's fist opened up relaxed as he looked up at Aggron saying, "I am but one being changing the perception of this reality. Do you see what I mean now by the world being an illusion?"
Again he waved to indicate the world around them saying, "All of this is being held together, shaped, formed, molded, and maintained by our planes inhabitants. Many of the denizens of our world do this on a subconscious level. They have come to accept laws and truths enforced upon them by others. Magic to me is simply a sign of these denizens awakening to this illusion we call reality..."
Naba grew silent for a moment wondering if Aggron was following what he was saying. Then as if arguing with himself, Naba shook his head saying, "I don't know how much you know about the myths and legends surrounding the planeswalkers. But they are beings that are capable of moving from one plane to another. Their power apparently infinite, whispered to have been god-like."
Naba looked at Aggron with an intense look saying, "They show all of us that our world, our plane, is just an illusion to be looked upon and then discarded. Somehow these walkers were able to find a way to free themselves from the grasp the planes, the illusions, have upon all of us."
Naba's face shifted into a bundle of emotions as he closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall saying, "This is why I view everything as an illusion. I keep thinking that with enough training I can overcome these illusions. That with a strong enough will I can free myself and become a planeswalker. Become a being truly capable of accepting and discarding the illusions of all the planes in existence."
Naba opened his eyes still looking to the sky and spoke reverently, "And then, once I've passed through the veil of our plane and the veils of the others, I will see if there is something beyond that illusion."
Naba grinned from ear to ear as his head turned from the sky to Aggron asking, "So what do you think of your master now, Aggron Silverscale? Do you understand what I mean by everything being an illusion? Do you think me still sane?"
Naba waited eagerly for Aggron's response...
Aggron kicks at the dirt briefly, thinking. 've never met one, but I've seen a planeswalker's handiwork once. It was back in Estark.> He closes his eyes, recalling the blasted House Lat-Nam. <At the time I'd thought that planeswalkers were just horrifyingly powerful mages, so strong they could traverse the planes themselves. The kind of power that, at the time, I was looking for.>
<but you're making me think here. I've always thought of magic as a way to change reality. But why does it work?> Aggron kicks viciously at the dirt. <If you're right, then the whole world is just....a construct. A fabrication. People keep it running because they believe it works. Everyone's own subconscious has a little reality-shaping power, and between them all, they form something so strong it keeps a plane alive.>
<So what does that mean for my own powers?>
Aggron forms mana in his palms--green in his left, black in his right. He looks over at Naba. <You and I are the only ones here. We both believe that I can do magic, but is that enough? If that's true, then anyone alone could do whatever they believed. True madmen would destroy the world in a week. So that's not right. There has to be something more.>
Aggron begins pacing, the mana glowing in his palms. <If magic is the power to change reality, and reality is a construct, then....I can change the construct. Not because I'm allowed, but because I have the raw willpower to MAKE things happen. There is still real power here.> Aggron smashes the mana-globes together, and they spark briefly, but they merge. <Mages are the people whose minds are a little stronger. We tend to operate within constraints, but that's because we are either physically or mentally constrained. It's not easy to alter the construct. We can do it, but it's hard, which is why it takes time to gather large amounts of mana. It's much easier to use magic we've practiced, so we work with this 'gem' idea rather than just creating anything we can think of. And I'm guessing the gems help channel our minds, which is why they're tied to specific spells.>
Aggron tosses the mana orb from one hand to the other, his mind whirling. <So if that's true, then the only real difference between one of us and a planeswalker is orders of magnitude of power. They can just do what they want, because they're strong enough to warp reality at whim. Actually, that makes a lot of sense. People's own minds are real, but everything else is a construct, and those strong enough can warp it.> I don't know if I agree with this theory, but it's surprisingly plausible.
Aggron looks back at Nabe. <Is that what you mean?>
Lowering his arms he said, "Let me explain it a little more for you. Not every being understands this power. As I said many of the inhabitants do this on a sub-conscious level, completely unaware that they are reinforcing the illusion. You said a mad man would be able to devastate a plane within a week. This is wrong simply because a mad man would be too confused to understand what was being reinforced on a planar level by the inhabitants. He wouldn't have the will or power to make the changes that would devastate the plane as you speculated."
Naba grinned saying, "As for magic itself, yes any type of spell can be created with enough time, willpower, focus, and mana. The problem with those spells are that only you know of them and only you can invoke them. As a result they are monumentally difficult to cast in combat."
Naba tilted his head as if questioning Aggron saying, "Haven't you ever wondered what a spell really is? You were so close to touching the answer just moments ago. If spells are of our making, and reality is reinforced by what the inhabitants of a plane believe, then the spells we cast in combat are the ones the inhabitants of a region have come to believe in. That is to say, summoning a creature to combat is simple in that there are plenty of beings who know of the creature, believe in that creature, and understand that the summoning of creatures is possible in this plane. The same applies to color specific spells. Many of those spells carry attributes that inhabitants believe to be a natural aspect or law of said color. Thus these spells are easily cast because they are recognized and reinforced by the inhabitants."
Naba leaned forward excitedly saying, "Can you see then why the planeswalkers would appear so powerful? They have access to a multitude of spells from other planes. Planes that have different understandings of how magic works on their plane. These walkers then become god-like by enforcing the laws of one plane onto another."
Naba leaned back closing his eyes and smiled saying, "That is how I think magic works. Everything is an illusion powered by our minds."
Naba grinned wildly and looked at Aggron saying, "I find it amazing what one can learn when they choose to view things from the scope of another philosophy. When I was young I stumbled upon this revelation while reading about the philosophy of island magic. Ever since then I have sought to reach my fullest potential. To unlock my mind and transcend this reality as the planeswalkers do."
Naba looked to the ground slightly put off saying, "But there is only so much one can do on their own. A fresh perspective has always helped me. That and the potential competition from another who understands me is always a powerful force to push me ever further..."
Naba had trailed off for a bit before focusing on Aggron. Then pushing off the ground he brushed the dirt off his pants and asked, "What else do you wish to know Aggron?"
The world as a mutable, unreal construct? Beings whose own will is what governs its shape? Beings who want to learn how the world works, then alter it as they see fit, and the consequences and side effects be damned?
Oh, I think I've run into that kind before. Yes, I think I knew some of them rather intimately.
Aggron's thoughts flash back to the lab where he was created, and he shudders with revulsion as he realizes how closely the ideas of those scientists match the theory Naba's spinning to him.
In a moment, though, he steps back from it. This is exactly that Naba was telling me about before. I have this preconception that they and everything they stand for are evil. They caused me pain--terrible pain--and they didn't care. Aggron pushes down a surge of rage. They were certainly evil, as I've chosen to understand evil. But that doesn't mean that all their ideas are automatically wrong. And why were they evil?
Aggron's rage slowly cools as he thinks about this for a moment. I consider it wrong to needlessly hurt people, or hurt people who don't 'deserve' it. If nothing else, Naba's shown me that that isn't just a truth--it's something I choose to believe, and it's a restraint I put on myself. It's not really reasonable to just believe that based on instinct or my own history. Aggron looks sideways back at Naba. This is something to think about later. And it certainly means I can't throw out his philosophy on that basis. But it's also equally obvious that I can't discuss this with him. He has no tolerance for unreasoned preconceptions and would probably just think me a fool again. Aggron chuckled mentally. He may not be wrong. But I think I want to decide that.
This whole internal-dialog took a couple of moments, in which Naba had been able to watch Aggron's pacing. 'm ready, for now. But you and I should study these planeswalkers together sometime. Between the two of us, we might be able to make some breakthroughs.> Aggron looked away briefly. <And I might think of more to ask you, but my head's a little too full for more introspection just now. Shall we continue?>
Turning away from Aggron, Naba continued his walk while saying, "Now we deal with the Swarm. You will need their power at first and they yours. But as you have already learned such a relationship is ultimately one made up of illusions. Simply remember what I have taught you and you will do well."
Naba glanced over his shoulder at Aggron before adding, "Also remember that just because something is an illusion doesn't mean there is nothing to be discovered. Often times it is an illusion that can be far more informing than what is perceived as the reality."
Naba's presence seemed to grow distant as he walked further into the heart of the derelict buildings. Then stopping at the corner of one he looked back to Aggron warning, "Steel your mind, remember what you have learned, and trust your new found instincts."
With that Naba flashed a devilish grin at Aggron and whipped around the corner of the building leaving Aggron's sight for but a moment...
I'm about to meet the Golgari. I should be careful, but I shouldn't look like I'm being careful. The appearance of confidence is probably more important than scanning every shadow.
Boldly, Aggron strides forward to follow Naba. His eyes and nose are inspecting the environment, but his posture and appearance radiate control and poise. Mentally, he feels the connection to his mana flowing, but it's only in the back of his mind. Consciously, he's simply maintaining an attitude--this is a new place, but he is its master.
Let's see how the Golgari handle Silverscale the predator.
Scanning the abandoned street, Aggron notices a small amount of movement in the shadow of one of the collapsed buildings. Focusing there he see's a pair of human eyes that slowly move out into the light of the moon. Then from the other side he notices a second pair of eyes move through the shadows.
As Aggron faced the two pairs of eyes, the one on the right called out in a raspy voice to the other saying, "Looks like we found dinner, brother."
"That it does, brother." replied the one on the left in an equally raspy voice.
The pair of eyes on the right moved fully into view now and Aggron could tell it was a gaunt and frail looking elf with black dread locks. Eying Aggron hungrily the one on the right said, "Good, it's been awhile since we had lizard. Hasn't it, brother?"
The one on the left moved slowly into the moonlight and appeared to be identical to the other elf with the only difference coming from more meat and life in the second elf's features. "Yes, it has been, brother. We are so fortunate to have our dinner come to us aren't we, brother?"
The elf on the right flashed a wicked grin revealing black and yellowed teeth that had been filed to a point saying, "Yes, we are so fortunate to have our dinner come to us."
The elf on the right leaned forward low to the ground as if ready to pounce at Aggron saying, "It must be after the tomb. Right brother?"
The elf on the left mirrored his brother, ready to pounce replying, "They always come for our tomb, brother. Such wonderful bait for fledgling mages like this lizard."
The one on the right started swaying his hips sending power into his legs saying, "We shouldn't play with our food too much. Right brother?"
Again the one on the left mirrored his brother saying, "No, we shouldn't brother. Mother always said that we shouldn't play with our food. You know how mother was always right."
Plunging his hands into the cold ground of the dirt street the one on the right said, "Less talk and more killing then, brother." To emphasize this a black ichor burst from the creature's veins on the right causing the ground to hiss, sending wisps of steam into the air.
The one on the left flared his fingers out like his nails were claws causing a dull green glow to appear around the tips of his fingers. Then eying Aggron he said, "Yes, let's..."
Aggron's hand goes to his satchel, reassuring him of Naba's gems. This is my first time using nature's power for battle--let's see how it goes! For a moment, Aggron attunes himself to the flow of the green mana in the area. He reaches with his other hand, and an image of a phantasmal elf drifts through the murky night towards it. She touches his palm, and it fills with life-giving energy.
Aggron takes his hand from his satchel and concentrates. The ground beneath him bubbles, and one of those bubbles takes on a darkly luminescent form, hovering near Aggron's shoulder. With his free hand, Aggron reaches into the orb, drawing the dark energies from it. He holds his two palms in front of him and begins to weave a pattern of green and black mana; as they combine, they begin to turn silver....
In a moment, an overturned statue lies in the earth at Aggron's feet. He eyes the elves again. 't think I'll be able to convince you to leave me alone, nor do I especially want to. I think you two need a lesson in respect.>
Plays:
Used ability from Elvish Spirit Guide
Played 1x Swamp
Cast 1x Guardian Idol
Field:
1x Swamp, T
1x Guardian Idol, T
Yard:
None
Exile:
1x Elvish Spirit Guide
"Yes, brother. Betsy hasn't eaten in awhile. Betsy must be starving by now..." replied the elf on the left as his fingers glowed a brighter green. Pressing both hands together and wiggling his fingers like spider legs, the elf whispered, "Come on out Betsy, dinner is here!"
Then pushing out of the ground before the two elves were the slender legs of a recluse spider the size of a small dog. All eight legs moved about feeling around while orienting the spider to face Aggron. Focusing on Aggron the spider raised four of it's front legs in a challenging manner, venom dripping from it's fangs, the drops of which caused a loud hissing sound upon impact.
"Betsy sure is hungry, brother. Perhaps I should give her the dark blessing to speed this along?" inquired the elf on the right.
"Oh yes! Betsy would love that dearly. Give her the blessing. We've been far too long without it!" exclaimed the elf on the left with glee.
Grinning hungrily the elf on the right then raised both hands and slashed downward at the spider. Within moments a dark aura surrounded the spider causing it to grow greatly in size.
Green One:
Life-10
Cast-
1x Forest
1x Deadly Recluse
Battlefield-
2x Forest 2x:symtap:0x:symq:
1x Deadly Recluse 0x:symtap:1x:symq: (SS; 5/4)
Black One:
Life-10
Cast-
1x Swamp
2x Unholy Strength enchanting Deadly Recluse.
Battlefield-
2x Swamp 2x:symtap:0x:symq:
2x Unholy Strength enchanting Deadly Recluse.
Aggron looks hard at his statue, and it begins to glow as it fills with magical energy. Then Aggron focuses on the energy of the nature around him, and its energy also begins to surround him. In a moment, it coalesces into a second orb, a green one, floating above his other shoulder.
Aggron's hands reach out to the orbs and the statue, and they flicker in a patterned motion as he weaves his mana into his summons. First, he creates his familiar, rotting goblin companion. With the green mana, though, he works for a moment to create one of the creatures Naba had showed him...
The dog sniffs, rolls its eyes at the zombie, and looks complainingly back at Aggron, who shrugs apologetically at it. Then the dog's nose turns back towards the spider, and he bares his teeth in a snarl. He doesn't like spiders.
Played:
1x Forest
1x Festering Goblin
1x Wild Mongrel
Field:
1x Festering Goblin, Q
1x Wild Mongrel, Q
1x Swamp, T
1x Forest, T
1x Guardian Idol, T
Yard:
None
Exile:
1x Elvish Spirit Guide
"Betsy hungers still!" replied the elf on the left thrusting an arm up into the air causing wood to jut out of the ground and surround the spider empowering it further.
"Feed Betsy some more, Dinner!" cackled the gaunt elf on the right as the spider charged directly at Aggron...
Green One:
Life-10
Cast-
1x Forest
1x Blanchwood Armor
Battlefield-
3x Forest 3x:symtap:0x:symq:
1x Deadly Recluse 1x:symtap:0x:symq: (12/9; attacking)
1x Blanchwood Armor (Enchanting Deadly Recluse)
Black One:
Life-10
Cast-
1x Swamp
2x Unholy Strength enchanting Deadly Recluse.
Battlefield-
3x Swamp 2x:symtap:1x:symq:
4x Unholy Strength enchanting Deadly Recluse.
Aggron smirks as he sees the beast's defenses lowered. <And now I finish!> Mana busts from his hands, flowing over his whole body. In a flash, Aggron leaps onto the spider's engorged neck and stabs down hard with his mana-infused tail.
Assuming no action, go to Aggron's next turn.
Used available mana to cast Assassinate. Checking if it resolves before I continue.
"Betsy!"
Shouted the two in unison as Aggron's spell tore the spider to shreds.
IC: Aggron grinned as he jumped back to the ground. <So, do you two still want to play? I think my dog wants to play with you!> Needing no further encouragement, the dog in question lunges forward at the black-mana-wielding elf. Her eyes spark and her coat ripples as she charges...
Aggron's hand stretches forward, and a stream of energy lashes from his forehead to the tip of the dog's tail. Energy rushes through her, and her ears prick up as her fur flows into a rippling pale-blue, shimmering brightly against the darkness. In a blur, she tears at the elf's stomach.
As the dog walks back towards Aggron, a glint of triumph in her eyes, Aggron tosses a ball of mana in the air, twitching at it as it lands. When it uncurls, his familiar goblin stands by his side...
Aggron's head aches slightly from the mental strain of empowering his dog, but he's still very focused. Looking hard at the wounded elf, he decides to give the pair one last chance. <That was just a taste of my power, but I think the two of you understand. I can handle your little summons, and if we continue this fight, you'll both end up dog food. Now, will you lead me to Svogthos, or do you need more lessons?>
Life: 15 (20)
Discards this cycle: 1
Field:
1x Festering Goblin, Q
1x Wild Mongrel, T (3/3 blue)
2x Swamp, all T
1x Forest, T
1x Guardian Idol, T
Yard:
1x Festering Goblin
1x Gravedigger
Exile:
1x Elvish Spirit Guide
"He killed Betsy, brother!" screamed the elf on the left.
"I know, brother." frowned the one on the right.
"Betsy's sisters wont like that at all!" cried the one on the left with glee as he drew upon further mana from the forests summoning forth two more spider similar to the first.
Green One:
Life-10
Cast-
1x Forest
2x Deadly Recluse
Battlefield-
4x Forest 4x:symtap:0x:symq:
2x Deadly Recluse 0x:symtap:2x:symq:(2xSS)
Graveyard-
1x Deadly Recluse
1x Blanchwood Armor
Black One:
Life-7
Cast-
1x Swamp
Battlefield-
4x Swamp 0x:symtap:4x:symq:
Graveyard-
4x Unholy Strength
I suppose elves are more diverse than I'd thought. These are quite the stupidest I've ever seen.
OOC: Played 1x Echoing Decay targeting a spider. Awaiting responses, or lack of them....the black mage said he was tricky.
"You'll pay for that you damned lizard!", snarled the elf on the right.
Aggron swirls more mana in his palms, then tosses it into the air. A pale light bursts forth from the newly-formed sphere, outlining the goblin in iridescence. Aggron concentrates, and the dog's fur ripples again; the light surrounds her, and it seems to reveal an unusually skeletal frame.
Aggron concentrates harder. His tail flicks back and forth, and his pupils seem to be dilating, but his efforts are bearing fruit. The dog's skeleton becomes more pronounced, and her teeth and claws begin elongating and sharpening. She howls at the pale sphere, and the sound sends shivers down the elves' spines.
The dog and the goblin nod at each other, and together they rush the black-wielding elf.
Discarded one Severed Legion to the Mongrel, naming black; let it resolve.
Discarded a second Severed Legion, again naming black, then attacked.
Life: 15 (20)
Field:
1x Festering Goblin, T and attacking (2/2)
1x Wild Mongrel, T and attacking (5/5)
2x Swamp, T
1x Forest, T
1x Guardian Idol, T
Yard:
1x Festering Goblin
1x Gravedigger
2x Severed Legion
Exile:
1x Elvish Spirit Guide
I also have postcombat--haven't yet played a land this turn.
Green One:
Life-10
Cast-
1x Forest
2x Deadly Recluse
Battlefield-
4x Forest 4x:symtap:0x:symq:
Graveyard-
3x Deadly Recluse
1x Blanchwood Armor
Black One:
Life-7
Cast-
1x Last Gasp targeting the Wild Mongrel in response to the first trigger. (IE the mongrel is still a 2/2 with the trigger 'on the stack'.)
Battlefield-
4x Swamp 2x:symtap:2x:symq:
Graveyard-
4x Unholy Strength