This thread is for Yukora's character Aramil and WPLs. Others caught posting in here will be torn asunder by every demon from the Gatherer database (that includes the un-set ones ).
The world had gone dark, he was no longer standing on a rooftop in Ravnica. He wasn't standing at all, he simply existed. A floating conscious drifting in an infinite span.
Aramil's 'eyes' opened to this new scene. The darkness was quickly filling with countless flickers of lights. He was reminded of one of the many beautiful nights he had seen on Dominaria, a time that felt so long ago.
The multiverse was open to him and yet there was no clear direction to go...
Aramil "stood" there for several moments, awestruck by the majesty before him. The memory of his jump seemed like a distant and foggy dream, and yet Aramil had never felt so awake.
However, the ill effects of his battle with Tezzeret quickly caught up with him. The moment he took his first "step", Aramil nearly doubled over. All the pain of his last few moments on Dominaria returned in a flash, and Aramil found it difficult to breathe.
The multitudes of lights seemed to quiver in response to Aramil fighting the double over sensation. He simply floated in place, fighting the pain that was threatening to knock him unconscious. Aramil had the feeling that going to sleep out here was probably the worse thing that could happen, at least in this situation...
Aramil dragged himself on, forcing himself to continue moving and avoid sleep.
In his mind, images of Tezzeret flashed before him. His long dreadlocks. His strange, metal arm. The terrible sneer he held on his face as his summons eviscerated Aramil.
Aramil stopped for a second and tried to breathe for the first time since stepping into the abyss.
Aramil first noticed that there didn't seem to be anything to breath here. That he was somehow simply existing in this space. Then as Aramil's thoughts dwelled upon Tezzeret and the combat, he seemed to focus the many forces pulling in every direction. Aramil still felt the pull in every direction, but as he thought of that scene, of those summons, he could feel a new force arising. This one seemed to overshadow the others and he could sense that he was now moving, drifting towards a cluster of lights...
Aramil felt the pull of those lights, but he tried to withstand their luster. For all he knew, his body was completely spent, and reforming without recovering from his wounds could end catastrophically.
The force pulling him in one direction immediately dispersed allowing the sensation of being pulled in every direction to take dominance as soon as he thought about the condition of his body. The distant cluster of lights was still there, but now he felt like he was simply floating in this strange space.
"Strange" Aramil thought to himself. "It's as if my entire being is dictating the flow of this place."
Aramil remained there for some time, the exact amount unidentifiable in the Blind Eternities. Eventually, Aramil realized that he'd have a better shot at surviving in a place where he would have some solid ground under his feet. After all, that was what Aramil did best. He was a survivor.
Aramil could feel what could best be described as lines of forces rise up in dominance over the sea of forces pulling in every direction. He felt these new lines pulling at his essence in five different directions in response to his thought of solid ground. Each line of force seemed to be directed at a specific light.
Aramil drew closer to the five lights until he was equidistant between them all. Then as he focused on trying to 'see' any details he was surprised to sense sources of mana coming from the five lights, each felt as though the mana was just out of his grasp.
Being familiar with only two of the five colors of mana, Aramil could only really sense that blue and black mana were present in each of the lights. Further more he could also tell that the other three colors of mana were in greater presence then both blue and black mana combined. Beyond those general observations on mana in the lights, Aramil could sense nothing else in regards to details of physical landscapes...
Aramil pined for the familiar touch of blue and black mana, and he found himself naturally drifting towards the strongest concentration of blue and black mana.
The four other lines fell away into the sea of forces pulling at Aramil. Immediately he lurched toward the light he was focused on. Then as he drew closer he could feel two more lines rise up, each leading to lights where blue and black mana dwarfed the other three colors...
The original line leading to the light where the other three colors of mana were more prominent faded away as Aramil focused on trying to find something familiar. Now he was between two strands, one leading to a light where black mana was in stronger presence than blue with both overwhelming the other three colors. The other strand led to a light where blue mana dwarfed all others.
As soon as Aramil decided on his course, all other forces dropped away except for the lone path leading to the blue mana dominant light. He felt himself being propelled forward at impossible speeds. He felt the sensation of being blinded by the light's colors of mana.
And then his essence connected with the light, his vision going white as he was momentarily blinded.
Then he felt gravity again, as well as the pain that was wracking his physical body as he materialized in an unknown plane, falling twenty feet down. Apparently he had walked onto this plane in the air, the result being his already broken body falling fast. Fortunately he would land in water. Unfortunately he would be landing in water about 200 yards away from an island he caught sight of on his way down.
Aramil had but a few seconds to think about all of this before the icy cold water welcomed him into it's cold embrace. Immediately his limbs were going numb as the water turned a dull red hue from his blood. Each breath he took brought pain to his sides.
Still about 200 yards out was the only island in sight. Above were dark storm clouds blocking out any light. It must of still been during the day time on this plane as there was still enough residual light to pick out the island...
Aramil coughed and shuddered asthe frigid waters wrapped around his body. he had to quickly get used to the idea of having lungs and working limbs, and vast open wounds.
"Thank the heavens those bastards saw me go out in a blaze of glory, and not bleeding out in an overgrown lake." Aramil thought to himself.
Aramil's body was fading fast, and he knew he would have to move quickly if he wanted to survive. There was no way he could swim the entire distance to the island, but he had a plan.
Aramil drew upon a familiar clique of fae, and powered their existence by the wealth of mana at his disposal. "Please," Aramil tried to say over the pain and freezing waters. "Take me to the island."
The Fae quickly formed and grabbed a hold of Aramil, keeping him from sinking. They strained to keep him afloat, but together with Aramil's feeble kicks they were able to make slow progress.
After what seemed like an eternity, Aramil felt the course rubbing of sand on his back while the waters lapped at his legs. The Fae he had summoned collapsed on his chest, their bodies soaked in water making flight out of the question for the time being.
A gentle breeze blew over his face, caressing his wounds that stung with the salt water...
Aramil could feel the exhaustion pressing in on him. Every part of his body was screaming for sleep. He was wet, cold, and still bleeding out from those wounds. He was perhaps five yards from the tree line of the beach, water still tugging at his legs. Looking down at his body he could see deep gashes in both arms, on the inner thigh of his right leg, and a straight piercing into his chest. Finding any concentration was proving difficult for the time being.
Aramil brought his hands over the open wound, and concentrated, compressing the area with pressure and trying to cauterize the wound close with pure black mana. It was a painful process, but one he would have to endure to ensure the bleeding stopped. Aramil screamed several times during this process as he effectively rotted his own flesh close.
Then, after taking several deep and panicked breaths, Aramil tenderly moved towards the treeline, shaking and shivering as he moved. "Please, hold. Please hold." he kept repeating to himself.
Once he managed to get a fair distance into the brush, Aramil tore off pieces of his clothing and wrapped them around his arm and legs above the wounds and tightened them. He tried not to wrap his appendages so tight that blood would get stuck, but he was certainly looking to stem the flow of blood from his body. The banadages weren't perfect, and likely would end up causing more harm thn good in the long run, but Aramil was at least somewhat closer to stable.
Utterly exhausted, Aramil fell to the ground in a slump, and the shear weight of his situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Completely defeated and broken, Aramil could not hold back the tears as he laid there in a strange world, completely and totally alone.
"Is this how I will perish?" Aramil thought aloud.
As if to answer his question, a piece of fruit fell from the tree above landing to his side. There on a branch was what could best be described as a curious red squirrel tilting it's head in confusion, trying to make sense of Aramil's presence.
Another red squirrel approached carrying two pieces of a fruit resembling the cherries found on Dominaria. Then yet another red squirrel approached with a neatly stacked pile of palm sized leaves. Both squirrels set the gifts before Aramil. The first squirrel that had been watching from above came skipping down the side of the tree joining the other two. Together all three perched on their back legs and watched Aramil curiously.
The world had gone dark, he was no longer standing on a rooftop in Ravnica. He wasn't standing at all, he simply existed. A floating conscious drifting in an infinite span.
Aramil's 'eyes' opened to this new scene. The darkness was quickly filling with countless flickers of lights. He was reminded of one of the many beautiful nights he had seen on Dominaria, a time that felt so long ago.
The multiverse was open to him and yet there was no clear direction to go...
However, the ill effects of his battle with Tezzeret quickly caught up with him. The moment he took his first "step", Aramil nearly doubled over. All the pain of his last few moments on Dominaria returned in a flash, and Aramil found it difficult to breathe.
In his mind, images of Tezzeret flashed before him. His long dreadlocks. His strange, metal arm. The terrible sneer he held on his face as his summons eviscerated Aramil.
Aramil stopped for a second and tried to breathe for the first time since stepping into the abyss.
Aramil remained there for some time, the exact amount unidentifiable in the Blind Eternities. Eventually, Aramil realized that he'd have a better shot at surviving in a place where he would have some solid ground under his feet. After all, that was what Aramil did best. He was a survivor.
Being familiar with only two of the five colors of mana, Aramil could only really sense that blue and black mana were present in each of the lights. Further more he could also tell that the other three colors of mana were in greater presence then both blue and black mana combined. Beyond those general observations on mana in the lights, Aramil could sense nothing else in regards to details of physical landscapes...
And then his essence connected with the light, his vision going white as he was momentarily blinded.
Then he felt gravity again, as well as the pain that was wracking his physical body as he materialized in an unknown plane, falling twenty feet down. Apparently he had walked onto this plane in the air, the result being his already broken body falling fast. Fortunately he would land in water. Unfortunately he would be landing in water about 200 yards away from an island he caught sight of on his way down.
Aramil had but a few seconds to think about all of this before the icy cold water welcomed him into it's cold embrace. Immediately his limbs were going numb as the water turned a dull red hue from his blood. Each breath he took brought pain to his sides.
Still about 200 yards out was the only island in sight. Above were dark storm clouds blocking out any light. It must of still been during the day time on this plane as there was still enough residual light to pick out the island...
"Thank the heavens those bastards saw me go out in a blaze of glory, and not bleeding out in an overgrown lake." Aramil thought to himself.
Aramil's body was fading fast, and he knew he would have to move quickly if he wanted to survive. There was no way he could swim the entire distance to the island, but he had a plan.
Aramil drew upon a familiar clique of fae, and powered their existence by the wealth of mana at his disposal. "Please," Aramil tried to say over the pain and freezing waters. "Take me to the island."
After what seemed like an eternity, Aramil felt the course rubbing of sand on his back while the waters lapped at his legs. The Fae he had summoned collapsed on his chest, their bodies soaked in water making flight out of the question for the time being.
A gentle breeze blew over his face, caressing his wounds that stung with the salt water...
Aramil softly rubbed the backs and wings of the fae that had assisted him. "Thank you."
Then, after taking several deep and panicked breaths, Aramil tenderly moved towards the treeline, shaking and shivering as he moved. "Please, hold. Please hold." he kept repeating to himself.
Once he managed to get a fair distance into the brush, Aramil tore off pieces of his clothing and wrapped them around his arm and legs above the wounds and tightened them. He tried not to wrap his appendages so tight that blood would get stuck, but he was certainly looking to stem the flow of blood from his body. The banadages weren't perfect, and likely would end up causing more harm thn good in the long run, but Aramil was at least somewhat closer to stable.
Utterly exhausted, Aramil fell to the ground in a slump, and the shear weight of his situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Completely defeated and broken, Aramil could not hold back the tears as he laid there in a strange world, completely and totally alone.
"Is this how I will perish?" Aramil thought aloud.