Brigid shook her head. Cautiously, she approached oona, and handed her the mirror. "Excellent..." She looked to the group. "Watch, children, for you are about to witness something no mortal has ever seen before, and never will again."
"Child, I could do far more than you could ever imagine."
With a notorious throng, the Fae swirled around, bringing great energies to bear, and channeling through the mirror.
With a huge pulse of mana, the spell was cast. The energy was sucked into the mirror.
Silver shards spiraled through the air as the mirror exploded.
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The physics and metaphysics of planes are lost on most mortals. They are lost on most planeswalkers, for that matter. Under the inexperienced hands of Oona and the Fae, the spell hacked at the plane like a butcher’s knife instead of the scalpel that was needed. Most communities were lucky, and were transported to their new plane unaffected. Other communities, towns, forests, were ripped apart as the spell shredded the plane into chunks, splitting them into two planes. In the gaps left, pieces of Shadowmoor were placed in, creating two planes of distorted-checkerboard geography, each an inverse of the other.
To the inhabitants of both planes, the transition was a smooth fade from one to the other that lasted about a second.
No one could have predicted what happened next.
The Blind Eternities
When the two portals were created, nobody realized the full significance of what they would become. When the planes split, the Bolas portal and the Fae portal each ended up on opposite planes from each other.
The two new planes were thrust away from each other, as the spell intended. However, the two portals acted as a pivot point for each plane. The four-dimensional ‘bubbles’ of space-time that were the new planes swung around with the inevitability of the tides, and the unstoppability of a volcano. They came back at each other, and collided.
Like two soap bubbles combining to become one, the two new planes merged in a strange, unnatural conflux, sending shockwaves rippling throughout not only the new plane, but the entire multiverse.
Pyrulea
The great eagles floated over the enormous boughs, floating on the great thermal updrafts created by some of the leaves. They barely noticed that they all shook for about a minute, sending whoever had been standing on them tumbling.
Valla
The Twin Emperors looked up into the sky as the clouds parted, revealing the stars over the battlefield; for many, it was the first time seeing them. Then, through this gap, two meteors streaked across the sky side by side, through the hole in the clouds, followed by a meteor of unprecedented magnitude. It exploded in the sky, miles above the ground, making the night sky as bright as day.
The Emperors knew this must be a sign. They nodded to each other.
“General Kolah!” one of them shouted. The one-eyed general looked up, the scar fresh and livid on his face. “Prepare our forces for battle!”
Kolah sheathed his katana, and nodded grimly, obviously not pleased at being given orders by the two, but playing along for now. “Yes, my lords.”
Ir
The Fomori Kaza-Thul continued tracing the patterns in the dirt, oblivious to the great waves crashing into the cliff side far below. Just before he completed it, the earth shook very slightly, causing the four-foot tall standing stone to topple over, and giving the nomad pause.
After a few minutes’ quiet contemplation, he picked up the standing stone, and moved on. Perhaps right here would not be a good place to camp for the night.
Moag
People made for their houses and caves as across the plane, windstorms whipped up. They cowered as leaves from the trees were ripped away by the strongest winds they had ever seen.
Zendikar
On a rock in the middle of the Silundi Sea, a simple crab was contemplating the tiny hedron it had discovered. All of a sudden, the crab lost its footing, and held on as the hedron spun around completely in one direction, then, just when the crab was getting back on its feet, it was dragged along as it spun back. The little crab remained oblivious to the fact that its hedron’s action was being mirrored by hedrons across the plane.
Somewhere in the Multiverse
Deep in their respective lairs, two powerful, ancient planeswalkers awoke as the planar vibrations washed over them. Hmm… Interesting… they thought, and started gathering mana.
Dominaria
The Dominarian ends of both the Bolas and Fae portals stretched inwards, as if the center were being pulled into itself. This caused brief confusion in the minds of the barricadeers before it snapped back. At that exact moment, the ground bucked, knocking them over. The shockwaves reached Estark, Calemain, Ravnica, causing buildings to shake, but little structural damage.
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All this was lost on the inhabitants of Lorwyn, as the mages from Dominaria watched as half of them, and half the fae vanished as the spell took hold. There was a moment of confusion and looking around, then they were all bowled over as the earth buckled, and shook, making a sound like an enormous beast howling in pain. Trees were uprooted and crashed over. Buildings shook, some collapsed. The planar throes rippled all over the world, sending anyone touching the ground tumbling. It felt as if an angry god was playing billiards with whole planets. The only thing the inhabitants could do was hold on for the ride, and pray that their planet didn’t go into the pocket.
Almost instinctively, Aramil ripped his blade from its sheath and plunged it into the earth. he held on for all his might as he anchored himself to the ground.
When the shaking reached a fever pitch, and it felt like the plane he inhabited was going to give way, Aramil let out a billowing battle cry. If he was going to go down now, he wasn't going to do it quietly.
Xen let out a small sigh of relief and took a moment to orient his senses. Then seeing Oona and hearing her speak those words a surge of anger floated to the surface of his mind as he screamed, "What did you do!?!"
Aramil looks around to see the Glen in a state of flux. Mana is rippling through, stretching the glamors of the area violently. Oona is livid. "You...this is all your fault!" Ysonne looked fearful, but steeled for whatever may come. "What's going on?!"
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Xen looks up to see a darkened version of Glen Elandra...still a far cry from what he recalled Shadowmoor looking like, but dusky rather than the sun dappled marshes he once stood in. Brigid groaned, and found her footing. "Not fun."
Xen picks himself off the ground and takes in the change of scenery, namely the fact that Oona was no longer there. Then searching for any of his companions he calls out, "Oona! Where are you!? What have you done, damnit!?"
Brigid waked a hand, gesturing she was fine, "Nothing permanently damaged." Vera looked around nervously. "I...I don't know. She's just not here." Reed settled to the other side of Xen's head. "I can't feel her anywhere..."
Xen paused in thought for a moment as he thought through the implication of the Fae's missing Mother. He suddenly wasn't feeling too comfortable in the heart of the Glen. Xen whispered quietly to Reed and Vera asking, "What are all of your brothers and sisters going to do when they can't find your Mother...?"
Seething, Oona drifted closer to Aramil. "YOU are the ones who waylayed my children. YOU are the ones who cost me precious time. YOU are the ones who created the single blemish in my perfect plan. It is YOUR fault!" She screamed, and facade of civility sharply stripped away.
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Reed looked around. "I...don't know, but I don't think you want to stay and find out..."
"You're the one who was supposed to be able to fix this. Us 'waylaying' your children didn't do a damned thing. You're the one who had no idea what the hell the repercussions of your actions were."
Aramil took a deep breath, desperately trying to restrain himself. "This argument is pointless. No matter who is to blame, we must fix this before the scarring is permanent."
Xen looked to Brigid again and flicked his eyes towards the general location of the portal. Then whispering to Vera and Reed he said, "I think I agree with you there. Let's head back to the portal, we may be able to meet up with the others who got separated on the Dominaria side."
Then slowly he began to back out of the Glen while the Fae were confused.
Oona seethed with rage, before extending an arm. "DESTROY THEM!" She roared, as a throng of fae rushed you. "Run." Ysonne said.
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Brigid followed suit, for a couple steps...before a sickening crack of a dry twig is under foot. "Get them!" One of the fae yelled
Sometimes I think that everything that can go wrong will go wrong, perhaps that is a natural law in all planes...
Thought Xen to himself as he yelled at Brigid saying, "Run!"
Xen put his own words into action falling into a sprint out of the Glen. First he needed speed and distance before he could pace himself into a slightly slower speed.
The sprint to the portal began with numerous fae in hot pursuit. In Shadowmoor, Brigid turned and fired the odd arrow to waylay a faerie or two, whereas on Lorwyn, Ysonne slashed any of the accursed creatures that dared to get close.
Xen stuck close to Brigid in an attempt to draw any of the Fae from her to him. He left the Fae at range to her while striking out at any Fae that got too close to the group, a technique that was good more for dazing than actually killing. Without his dagger, killing Fae on the run would prove difficult and only slow him down. Thus Xen conserved his energy and only struck when necessary.
After a few minutes, or at least what felt like a few minutes to him, Xen called out to Vera and Reed asking, "At this pace how long will it be before we can make it to the portal!?"
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
With a notorious throng, the Fae swirled around, bringing great energies to bear, and channeling through the mirror.
With a huge pulse of mana, the spell was cast. The energy was sucked into the mirror.
Silver shards spiraled through the air as the mirror exploded.
——————————
The physics and metaphysics of planes are lost on most mortals. They are lost on most planeswalkers, for that matter. Under the inexperienced hands of Oona and the Fae, the spell hacked at the plane like a butcher’s knife instead of the scalpel that was needed. Most communities were lucky, and were transported to their new plane unaffected. Other communities, towns, forests, were ripped apart as the spell shredded the plane into chunks, splitting them into two planes. In the gaps left, pieces of Shadowmoor were placed in, creating two planes of distorted-checkerboard geography, each an inverse of the other.
To the inhabitants of both planes, the transition was a smooth fade from one to the other that lasted about a second.
No one could have predicted what happened next.
The Blind Eternities
When the two portals were created, nobody realized the full significance of what they would become. When the planes split, the Bolas portal and the Fae portal each ended up on opposite planes from each other.
The two new planes were thrust away from each other, as the spell intended. However, the two portals acted as a pivot point for each plane. The four-dimensional ‘bubbles’ of space-time that were the new planes swung around with the inevitability of the tides, and the unstoppability of a volcano. They came back at each other, and collided.
Like two soap bubbles combining to become one, the two new planes merged in a strange, unnatural conflux, sending shockwaves rippling throughout not only the new plane, but the entire multiverse.
Pyrulea
The great eagles floated over the enormous boughs, floating on the great thermal updrafts created by some of the leaves. They barely noticed that they all shook for about a minute, sending whoever had been standing on them tumbling.
Valla
The Twin Emperors looked up into the sky as the clouds parted, revealing the stars over the battlefield; for many, it was the first time seeing them. Then, through this gap, two meteors streaked across the sky side by side, through the hole in the clouds, followed by a meteor of unprecedented magnitude. It exploded in the sky, miles above the ground, making the night sky as bright as day.
The Emperors knew this must be a sign. They nodded to each other.
“General Kolah!” one of them shouted. The one-eyed general looked up, the scar fresh and livid on his face. “Prepare our forces for battle!”
Kolah sheathed his katana, and nodded grimly, obviously not pleased at being given orders by the two, but playing along for now. “Yes, my lords.”
Ir
The Fomori Kaza-Thul continued tracing the patterns in the dirt, oblivious to the great waves crashing into the cliff side far below. Just before he completed it, the earth shook very slightly, causing the four-foot tall standing stone to topple over, and giving the nomad pause.
After a few minutes’ quiet contemplation, he picked up the standing stone, and moved on. Perhaps right here would not be a good place to camp for the night.
Moag
People made for their houses and caves as across the plane, windstorms whipped up. They cowered as leaves from the trees were ripped away by the strongest winds they had ever seen.
Zendikar
On a rock in the middle of the Silundi Sea, a simple crab was contemplating the tiny hedron it had discovered. All of a sudden, the crab lost its footing, and held on as the hedron spun around completely in one direction, then, just when the crab was getting back on its feet, it was dragged along as it spun back. The little crab remained oblivious to the fact that its hedron’s action was being mirrored by hedrons across the plane.
Somewhere in the Multiverse
Deep in their respective lairs, two powerful, ancient planeswalkers awoke as the planar vibrations washed over them. Hmm… Interesting… they thought, and started gathering mana.
Dominaria
The Dominarian ends of both the Bolas and Fae portals stretched inwards, as if the center were being pulled into itself. This caused brief confusion in the minds of the barricadeers before it snapped back. At that exact moment, the ground bucked, knocking them over. The shockwaves reached Estark, Calemain, Ravnica, causing buildings to shake, but little structural damage.
——————————
All this was lost on the inhabitants of Lorwyn, as the mages from Dominaria watched as half of them, and half the fae vanished as the spell took hold. There was a moment of confusion and looking around, then they were all bowled over as the earth buckled, and shook, making a sound like an enormous beast howling in pain. Trees were uprooted and crashed over. Buildings shook, some collapsed. The planar throes rippled all over the world, sending anyone touching the ground tumbling. It felt as if an angry god was playing billiards with whole planets. The only thing the inhabitants could do was hold on for the ride, and pray that their planet didn’t go into the pocket.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Was all that raced through Xen's mind as the world went crazy. Then shouting at the top of his lungs he demanded, "What have you done!?"
When the shaking reached a fever pitch, and it felt like the plane he inhabited was going to give way, Aramil let out a billowing battle cry. If he was going to go down now, he wasn't going to do it quietly.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
He stood, and looked around the area before saying, "I certainly hope you have a backup plan, or at least some means to undo what you've done."
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Xen looks up to see a darkened version of Glen Elandra...still a far cry from what he recalled Shadowmoor looking like, but dusky rather than the sun dappled marshes he once stood in. Brigid groaned, and found her footing. "Not fun."
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Xen's gaze flicks to Brigid to make sure she isn't hurt.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
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Reed looked around. "I...don't know, but I don't think you want to stay and find out..."
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Aramil took a deep breath, desperately trying to restrain himself. "This argument is pointless. No matter who is to blame, we must fix this before the scarring is permanent."
Then slowly he began to back out of the Glen while the Fae were confused.
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Brigid followed suit, for a couple steps...before a sickening crack of a dry twig is under foot. "Get them!" One of the fae yelled
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Thought Xen to himself as he yelled at Brigid saying, "Run!"
Xen put his own words into action falling into a sprint out of the Glen. First he needed speed and distance before he could pace himself into a slightly slower speed.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
After a few minutes, or at least what felt like a few minutes to him, Xen called out to Vera and Reed asking, "At this pace how long will it be before we can make it to the portal!?"