MTG Salvation

Special Character Ability:
Artifact Replication:

Upon observing an artifact, and given sufficient time to study it, Gear may gain access to a single cast "gem" of that artifact, which will regenerate as his other gems in his satchel regenerates. Artifacts in gems created by this ability, if the artifact does not already have vanishing, gain "Vanishing. When this artifact spell is cast, roll 1d4+X. This artifact enters the battlefield with that many time counters on it. If this artifact has no time counters on it, sacrifice it." Otherwise, it gains "When this artifact spell is cast, roll 1d4+X. If this artifact would enter the battlefield with more than that number of time counters on it, it enters the battlefield with that many time counters on it instead. If this artifact has no time counters on it, sacrifice it." At level 1, X = 0. At every odd level after this, increment X by 1 (e.g. 1d4+1 at level 3, 1d4+2 at level 5, etc.) Gear may only retain a number of gems created by this ability equal to half his level, rounded down, but no less than 1.

Current Artifact: Lodestone Golem

Roger's first experience in estark was short, he joined Shimia and then headed off to help a local spell seller. He went on a caravan with a human named Wynn and a leonin named Falnir, Falnir and Roger made a good team and kept the wagon safe from a goblin named Ib, Wynn tried to help but ended up falling unconscience as the fight went on.
When he returned to the city he was friends with Falnir. They tried their hands at a team battle in the arena and won. Seeing that they worked very well together the two of them decided to go on a trip. They traveled to Trokiar and Urborg together to gain access to different mana. On their adventures they encountered a trio of Phyrexians that wanted to convert them. The first time they met Roger told them to Eff off, they didn't like that and wanted to battle him. Roger and Falnir were able to escape and went to Urborg. After gaining access to Yawgmoth's powerful tomb Roger was confronted by the trio again. Falnir and Roger almost defeated them but then were inturrupted by Mishra. They fled back to Estark.
When he returned the two of them parted ways and Roger was recruted by the dim...
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and finally Roger was able to use blue mana and contact the (snip) at will. Roger then bought some new spells and went on a new quest, back into the sewers. This time with an Elf named Deraxas. The two of them had an awkward start, (he had to stand outside as she said goodbye to her S.O.) but eventually learned to get along. After defeating a swarm of bats they encountered an Orzhov mage. Roger discovered something about his partner quickly, she didn't like blue mana. He used an island and some blue spells durning the fight and that pissed Deraxas off for a while. Eventually, after using the blue spells to save both of their lives, Deraxas didn't hate Roger anymore. At the end of their quest they found the Coffers of Cabal, which gave them both a very powerful land.

When Roger left the sewers the two of them parted ways, she had a mission to do but she left him a note. The Roger went to the arena where he met a planeswalker that kicked his ass... After the humiliating defeat he got an offer to travel to Mirroden, another plane. He's looking for a partner to go with him. He also fought a pacifist and lost but learned a lesson... Listen to eccentric old people, they tend to have good advice...

He also learned that he should wait to one hit kill someone with Consume Spirit...

Taking his own advice Roger waited until the perfect moment to unleash his spell, giving him victory against a clown woman named Harle (harlequine hahahahaha). She hates him now.

Roger then took on a job to deliver a tome to Ravnica. He delivered the book, which turned out to be a very bad idea. This is because now he's lost in the city without his memory and is at the mercy of his instincts and a (snip).

Roger, much to his rejoicing, has his memories back because of <ANOTHER SNIP>.

Roger beat an Azorius mage named Elias in a very long and difficult battle. Apparently this man had not lost a match in 10 years.

Roger and Aramil, a blue mage who left Lat-Nam, journeyed together in search of a very powerful artifact, the Mirari. Their search led them to a sewer below the Ravnican Arena. At the bottom of the blood filled hole they found a hole in space-time that would lead them to the artifact. However, when the reached the end of the portal it exploded sending a surge of mana through him and Aramil. They awoke in the sewer several hours later where Aramil found a magical mirror on the wall. they have since returned to Estark.

Roger, having participated in and won another arena battle, decided to head home. However, when he arrived back he felt an loud explosion coming from Lat-Nam. Lat-Nam was under attack from an unknown Planeswalker. This woman blew open a huge hole in the front of Lat-Nam and injured everyone in the square. Roger tried to help but there was little for him to do. He did, however, relay this information to Korlash. Apparently the Planeswalker was sent by his recent compainion Aramil. Roger is beginning to wonder if referral was truely the best idea.

After the "Planeswalker incident" Roger took on a job for a "hermit" that was given to him by a kobold. The hermit turned out to be a dragon who wanted assistance getting rid of an undead infestation. Roger, and his two companions, Dodaer and Xin (a black and red mage, respectively) cleared the cave out, killing a lich and it's <snip> helper.

When Roger returned to Estark, winter had come, and with it "The Festival." Roger entered the Festival tourament where he faced several mages, defeating them all. He found out later that one of his opponents had ceased to exist before the tournament began. He didn't want to think about how that could happen.

After the Festival he returned to his house where he helped an unconscious Tilia (whom he had battled with in the arena) recover from a certain "ailment" by giving her some of his blood. Because of this the two of them have gotten closer, and are planning on spending a day together in the near future.

Tai was born to a couple of powerful Selesnyan mages, Innis and Macha D'Angelo. He is the eldest child of two, his younger sister being his sister Erynn. Originally, he was sent to the Benalish Academy to train as a soldier, but after a spontaneous Holy Day casting, he was deemed a prodigy, and quickly moved to the magic academy, where he met a trio of misfit students, Damek, a rare red mage, Luzza, a quiet white mage, and Zahira, Tai's former love. All seemed to go well for him until one day, in a visit to his childhood home, he found his parents brutally murdered, and his sister missing, leaving only her pendant. He set out to find his sister, and avenge his parents, never truly forgiving himself for failing to protect them. His travels led him across Dominaria, performing many deeds for people in distress, until he finally heard of Estark. Feeling it would be a viable central point as a major hub, he sought it out and established himself in the Benalish Paladins, aiding the local shopkeep and a band of Angels, and befriending a few local mages, particularly, one Osark Dumoh, who knew Erynn in her younger years. After three years, however, he finally stumbled upon his dear sister...and a vile phyrexian named Zayor, who stripped Tai of his memories, and kept him for a short time as his slave, along with Erynn, whom he was controlling for this time as well. However, thanks to an angel by the name of Elaisa, he regained his memories...and possibly another chance at true happiness, as while she was helping Tai find himself again, a deep love developed between the two of them. However, Tai has sworn to grow powerful enough to repay Zayor for the pain he has inflicted upon him, and those he loves. What will happen from there? Time will tell...

Soon after his return to Estark, Tai decided to see the Selesnyan representative about becoming a member of the guild. He wa tasked with stopping the blood rain that had cursed Estark shortly before, and to do so, he was directed to seek Norin, whom had been killed some time before. To speak with the mage, he opted to allow Chainer to kill him long enough to get the answers he sought, and then resurrect him. However he did not expect the method of death to be as...gruesome as it was. Left weakened and scarred by the ordeal, he as left to research the directions he was given, and was eventually able to determine his destinationlay in Urborg. Once there, he met a young mage named Dinia, who soon shared a saddening detail with Tai...her family was also taken by the Phyrexians. Nothing more to lose, she agreed to help Tai in his quest, and followed him to a desolate volcanic island, where they met another ally. His time with Tai was short, as he sacrificed himself to help complete the mission. As Tai returned, he was welcomed to the guild, but at an unusual cost. The integration of green mana into his being left permanent marks on his body, in the form of winding tribal tattoos down his right arm, and a green star on his right eye, complete with the eye itself being turned a pure, brilliant emerald. In spite of his new visage, his betrothed, Elasia wed him soon after. However, all was not to remain so happy, as Tai discovered Erynn went missing after the wedding...

Not very hard to see what Erin is, if one takes half a glance. They may even groan. But, oddly enough, she doesn't look like the standard mime. Instead of the beret, she wears a top hat. Black, and lightly scuffed, with the brim rakishly lowered over her left eye. Somewhere she seems to have gathered the pieces of a black tuxedo. A ruffled white undershirt with black buttons shows off a black bowtie that, somehow, looks as if it wasn't tied quite right. Close inspection would see that she did it textbook-perfect, yet it always seems off-kilter. That phrase applies to her entire outfit. The tuxedo-coat looks too small, as if it should be showing her wrists. The suspenders underneath (which tend to be visible at all times) always look crooked. The pants, even with a belt, seem to be half falling off, and still too short. The black socks look rumpled, and the black shoes look scuffed instead of shiny. Not that any of this is true! But there's a kind of scruffiness that exudes from her and makes everything she wears look bad. The only things that seem to fit just right are the smooth black gloves, which may be leather, and may be satin. Hard to tell. But any can see she makes sure they fit just right when she puts them on. Not used often.

Erin's wearing a skin tight jumpsuit made of something like silk with enhanced strength. It covers her from neck to wrist, covering gloves, to ankle, just above shoes, to the base of her tail, and its quite hard to figure out how she gets it on or off. There must be a set of buttons somewhere, or a zipper, or something, but its expertly hidden. The formfitting outfit is done up in black and white diamonds that go in alternating rows all around her in a confusing pattern that simultaneously delights and dizzies. There's a faint shimmer to the light areas, hinting at a possible irridescent thread used with care. Her hands are clad in white silk gloves that show nary a speck of dust and look quite posh. The kind of gloves a governess would use to check for dust on the mantle.

First, the 'collar'. Take a large circle of silk, two feet across. Cut a hole for the head to hug the neck. Then cut triangles out all along the edge. To each point affix a silver bell before alternating the colors of each quarter between black and white. Going down, her feet enjoy tight leather boots with a curl at the toe that doubles back over itself to dangle a bell. White leather for the majority with black laces and black and white collars that mimick the one on her neck, including the bells. And the final touches draw it all together. The hat; you can never forget the hat. She got one made especially for her: a stiff tube to hug the skull with five, count them, five points branching off equidistant from each other. One side of the points being white, the other being black, alternating all around. Depending on how jaunty she feels, the points could be stuffed with cotton to force them to stick out, or perhaps they're left limp. Either way, they're tipped with those silver bells.

The mask! That's where they eye truly rests; the only place you'll find color on this outfit. Done in the style of a Mardi Gras mask and truly integrated with the hat for the best display. A porcelain half-mask that rests lightly on her muzle and obscures her eyes, cheeks, and forehead. The white edges of the mask frame the intricate purple, green, and gold painting done over the rest. A purple design that curls and swirls at the edges and almost seems magical in and of itself. The design is outlined in gold to accent the curls and green is done as a highlight, only visible when it shines in the light. In the center of her forehead is a red jewel. Around the edge of the mask is braided purple and gold rope. Nine paper mache triangles, six inches or longer, come off the top of the mask to dance around the points of her hat. Done in the same colors as the mask and painted with various symbols with hints of tarot cards, Egyptian glyphs, and other arcane images. Oh, and don't forget the silver bells at the tips.

*Disclaimer* These are not approved yet.
Kazmit has the ability to fade into his surroundings. This only works outdoors or areas of cover. He is able to blend in with anything from trees and thick overgrowth to shadows cast by the sun. This ability allows him to reduce the chances he'll be seen. (d20+level*2 vs enemy perception check. reduces to d20+level while moving) Kazmit is also a gifted tracker. This gives him the ability to track any prey over land (doesn't work if his prey doesn't leave any track) and it also grants him a bonus to his perception rolls while tracking (d20+level+5).

Kazmit was raised by Llanowar. Not the elves that dwell there, but by the forest itself. And like all her children, Kazmit had to learn rather quickly the most important lesson in life: Survive. The boy quickly learned that in order to survive, he had to eat. Unable to kill most of the beasts of the woods, Kazmit scavenged what he could. This normally led to fights with other scavengers for food. These fights left the boy with scars he would bear as marks of courage for the remainder of his life. Eventually the boy learned how to stalk and kill his prey utilizing the only thing he had from his biological parents, a hatchet with a blade that was always sharp. Around the time that he turned 13, Kazmit discovered a primal force flowing through him. It seemed as if the forest itself was imbuing the boy with strength, power, and agility. The boy learned to harness this power to make himself a better hunter. He also learned to use it to make himself disappear from sight when needed. Eventually it allowed him to surprise a group of elvish rangers in the woods a couple years later. The elves were from distant forest called Skyshroud. The had come to Llanowar on a merchant mission. Amazed at the skill of one so young the elves took the boy to the village they were traveling to. There the elves fed, clothed, instructed, and nurtured the boy. In exchange for learning how to control the primal mana that seemed to be coursing through his veins, the boy showed the elves how he was able to surprise them in the woods. After spend a few years with the elves, Kazmit fell in love with an elf maiden named Yali. Realizing that it could never be, Kazmit left the elves and returned to the wild. A few years later, Kazmit was passing near the village when he heard an eerie scream echoing through the forest. Rushing to the village Kazmit arrived to find its inhabitants dead, dying, or insane. Shocked at what could have done this, Kazmit found Yali. She was wandering around the village mumbling to herself, all signs of life gone from her once stunning green eyes. Finally after listening to her rantings for several days, Kazmit was able to determine what transpired. Radzik, Yali's brother, had always had a knack for the death mana that came out of the Llanowar Wastes. Kazmit himself had felt its pull once he started to harness the power of the forest, but he never had an aptitude for controlling it. Radzik turned on the village. He struck out with the death magic and destroyed the village. Those that hurt him the worst were shown no mercy. Rather than grant him them death, he ripped their minds from their bodies and left them to die. Kazmit was confused as to why Radzik would do such a thing. Kazmit left his love in the care of an order of forest monks in hopes that they could help restore her using the mana of their home. After which he buried the rest of the village, along with his humanity, Kazmit set out to track down Radzik. All that remains is the feral predator that Kazmit was before the elves took him in. The feral predator is what Kazmit needs to be to find Radzik. Kazmit has come to Estark seeking clues, and answers. His ultimate prey is Radzik, and someday he will have his revenge on Radzik the Kinslayer. Someday he will get those answers.

This is the tale of Umbros. For those of you that don't know, Umbros is that panther that follows Kazmit around. From time to time, Kazmit can be seen riding a magically enlarged Umbros. Now, Umbros isn't a pet, but rather a traveling companion. Kazmit has always looked out for Umbros, perhaps out of love or maybe out of guilt. For the four scars that Kazmit bears on his chest area legacy left by Umbros' mother. In a tragic battle between the two that left Kazmit heavily wounded, Kazmit killed the panther huntress over a fresh source of food. It was only after he had skinned his mighty opponent that he discovered she was hunting in order to feed her young. Knowing the pain of juvenile abandonment, Kazmit took the young panther and cared for him. This occurred just after Kazmit had left the elves, so he was experiencing loneliness for the first time. Up until this point, Kazmit had never needed anyone. But now not only did he need the companionship, but Umbros needed someone to care for him. So the union of the two came as a result of a tragedy, but their loyalty to one another is unquestioned. Even now, in the strange city of Estark, Umbros follows Kazmit knowing that Kazmit will soon need him, particularly in his quest for revenge. For Umbros know all too well the loss of a loved one, and the need to protect your own.

A while before Len came to Estark, Len underwent a major tragedy. While he was out of the apartment buying artificing supplies, the entire complex was bombed by Rakdos extremists. The explosion collapsed three buildings and irreparably damaged two others. His mother was in one of the buildings that collapsed, and died moments after she was pulled from the rubble.

More shall be revealed as he reveals it.

Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs.

Appearance: A thin man, Dodaer is almost always found wearing a pitch black assassin's robe with the hood always up, masking his face. All other aspects of him average, his most distinguishing feature is his singular white eye. Those lucky enough to see it probably wish they hadn't.

Dodaer was a half-breed. Father a cyclops, mother a human, a combination looked down upon in the society of his youth. Too small to pose as a cyclops, Dodaer lived his whole life masquerading as a pureblood human and learning from his mother the art of killing and death. Not long ago, his mother, Ema the Silent, was assassinated by someone who he thinks might have, at one time been, a friend of his. His paranoia enveloped him and now he now only has one thing left in his mind: revenge.

After the events in [Wanted] Manhunt, Dodaer started becoming a little more edgy. While not totally cured of his extreme paranoia, his mind seems to be less and less focused on himself then he probably usually would be.

After a close duel between Dodaer and Mallen, Dodaer wonders just how much his mind was tweaked by Seven.

Shrugging off thoughts about Seven, Dodaer enters a tournament in the Estark arena. While waiting, Dodaer spends some time in a tag team match with a man named Agnolo against two fellow Shimians, Roger and Tilia.

Soon after Dodaer's defeat in the tag team match, the tournament begins. Strangely enough, Tilia turns out to be his opponent.

Losing yet another match, Dodaer immediately looks for some work. It turns out so was Roger and a red mage, Xin. They meet up with a dragon who has some zombie problems in [The Hermit's Quest] Annoying Neighbors.

After returning from a successful mission, Dodaer found out a new tournament was starting up in a festival in Estark. He entered it, hoping his luck might have changed by then. His opponent was an Azorious, Wynn, who reassures Dodaer on a simple fact, he needed to improve his satchel of spells. Which meant he needed money. Still. Dodaer ponders what to do next as he waits in the stands observing. Slipping off into sleep, Dodaer has a nightmare about the fateful day his mother died. With newfound passion, Dodaer restates his oath to avenge his mother, even if it takes him the rest of his life.

While wandering the streets of Estark, a goblin asks for someone strong to follow it. Dodaer chooses to do so, a choice he will soon regret in [Rakdos] The Unspeakable.

A tall, wiry man with a feral grin but a calculating look in his ice blue eyes. His unkempt brown hair is usually blown back from dirt, grit and wind. He wears beige desert linens over dark, leathery hide armor. A light beige cloak and cowl shield him from the elements, and his right arm is bound in linen that has been entirely singed black.

He tends to lope, leaning heavily on a claw-tipped staff.

Fiery and quick-tempered, Cytorix heats quickly and cools slowly, although a calculating and orderly mind lies behind his flashy and destructive impulses. Loves fire magic, destructive force and powerful artifacts. He is deeply passionate and savagely impulsive.

Cytorix was always fascinated by artifacts, yet seemed to lack the wit to take on as an apprentice at the great forges, and so was forces to become a Fire-Eater.
Not ready to die in vain on some hellish battlefield, Cytorix left his unit and his Encampment and made the long journey to Estark from Shiv.

A tanned human with a shaved head. Lean muscles cover his body portraying a fit man. He has a calm expression on his face and carries himself with a slow stride. He wears simple red trousers and a sleeveless white shirt with his satchel slapping at the left side of his waist. Strapped to the back of his waist at a horizontal angle is a simple and efficient dagger.

Xen is a calm and passive man. He believes in inner strength supporting one's natural abilities. Often times he likes to avoid direct conflicts and meditates when there is a problem to be solved.

Xen is a monk who has spent a majority of his life in meditation among nature's splendor. He feels as though there is a path for him to follow and that nature is calling him to serve.

After arriving at Estark Xen completed a mission for the people of Calemain concerning bandits. While resolving the issue Xen was able to avoid shedding too much blood. Due to a personal belief in second chances Xen offered the bandits plaguing Calemain an ultimatum. They would serve Calemain as guards or Xen would complete his mission by killing them. After convincing the bandits that life in service was better then death Xen completed his mission and returned to Estark.

After resting from his mission to Calemain Xen then went to the Arena to test his new found powers. There he encountered the Chaplain, a powerful rakdos mage. Xen lasted only a few rounds against the mage before submiting to defeat. Though the fight was short Xen did learn a few lessons.

Mana Tap: Pay 3 life: Reveal a land from your hand. Add one mana of any color that land could produce to your mana pool. This ability can only be used once per quest.

Will be edited in, because he'll never tell anyone in character :p.

Land Cap: 10
Spells per turn: 3

None 'til next level.

Name: Aggron Silverscale
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 200 lbs--ish
Weapon: Tail
Appearance: Aggron looks like a thrinax from Alara that decided to walk on its hind legs--then got the most severe etherium overdose ever imagined in Alara. His head is lizardlike, with a row of spines running down his back. The spines are light silver, but every other part of his body is covered in silvery-black metallic scales. His arms are only a little shorter than his legs, and he walks slightly leaning forward. His hands do have thumbs, though.

He has a tail that's at least as long as he is tall with a blade on the end; this serves as his weapon. His eyes glow red and he speaks with telepathy, since his mouth is so unsuited for conversation. He wears no clothing, though he lacks any body appendage that would need concealment...

Note that Aggron's mouth is unsuitable for human speech, so he 'talks' with telepathy. His telepathy works mostly like ordinary speech--it's usually broadcast to everyone around, he listens with his ears rather than his mind, etc. But it's a little disconcerting for most 'normal' characters at first. Aggron does have the advantage that he can focus his thoughts on one person alone, like a human can whisper, but he can do this at much longer range than a whisper carries.

Aggron wears a small pouch at one hip that is apparently nailed to one of his scales; this is where he keeps his gems and other keepsakes. He also wears a small pendant around his neck that any red mage can tell is brimming with red energy.

Note that, before the Golgari quest, Aggron looked a little different. His limbs were in slightly different proportions and his body was covered in glossy-black metal plates, rather than dark-silver scales; he was also a little shorter. Anyone who had seen him before and looked at him close-up can tell the difference if they do so again. He's the only creature of his kind walking around in the city, but he still looks decidedly altered from before. Also, note that Aggron took the name 'Silverscale' as part of this transformation process; it's not well-known.
Gold: 107, counting interest as of 7/24/2010, in Greel's.
Guild: Golgari Swarm
House: -
Experience: 18.0
Level: 3
Mission: -
Past Missions:
[Dungeon] The Artificer's Lair
Doctor Selar: Self Improvement Seminar
[Aggron] Path of the Swarm
Standard Sets: Odyssey

The animal looked back and forth. It could feel the metal around it--and inside it. The others, the ones who had forced it into him, were the same way, although none of them had nearly the amount of metal he did. It was changing and transforming inside, and only recently had the animal been able to realize any of this.
But today, something was wrong. Instead of the regular sounds of machinery around him, he heard yelling. He licked his teeth at the thought of his captors in pain, but as the cacophony grew closer, his instincts reasserted themselves and he became afraid. When they broke into the hall outside his cell, he was cowering in a corner, his back to the battle.
One of them looked into his cell. With only the briefest expression of shock, he looked back at his companions in words whose words the creature still only vaguely understood. "Looks like we got another lab rat here, but this one's alive. Should we...?"
The creature looked out at them, and saw something he'd never glimpsed before: compassion. With his barely-discovered powers, he reached out to them with his evolving mind. <Help me...>
This time, the human really looked shocked. "It's not just alive--it's got some level of mind! It spoke to me....Okay, I'll take responsibility, but if I can, I'm rescuing this one."
The creature understood the meaning, if not the specifics. He uncurled himself, ad he followed the human.
The group of them ran down the corridors of the building. They encountered various groups of the blue-skinned beings, and in each encounter, both the humans and the creature attacked with a ferocity that was almost as devastating as their weapons.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of battle to the creature, they escaped out of the building and into the outside world, one like the creature had never seen. Some of the humans had stolen flying machines [thopter token], and the band of humans--plus the creature--managed to get them assembled and in flight in time to make a fairly miraculous escape from their pursuers--all of them.
More Backstory

Aggron began his career in Estark rather unspectacularly...he lost an arena battle and he ended up sleeping in the tavern, since he refused to join House Shimia. He found a quest soon, though, and he quickly found himself in a dungeon battling tricky artifact traps. However, those were not the only dangers in the catacombs...one of his companions betrayed him, and even though he resisted for a while, he eventually had to kill her.

Eventually, after battling some potent constructs, Aggron rejoined his less treacherous companions and they were able to escape the dungeon with quite a few useful treasures. Perhaps the most important keepsake Aggron obtained, though, was the dagger of the mage he killed...

Once back in Estark, Aggron got a couple of new spells and decided to fight in the arena tournament. He won through the first and second rounds with little trouble. However, there was a break between this part and the finals, and Aggron saw something in the city that shook him up....
Planeswalkers.
Aggron didn't see one, but he saw the evidence of her power all over House Lat-Nam. Aggron had heard of them, but he hadn't realized just what being a planeswalker really meant. Aggron isn't totally sure where he's going with his life, but he knows he wants to at least meet one of these powerful beings...
After that, Aggron and his new friend Cyouni faced off in the finals. Aggron managed to win, but not before being dealt massive damage by Cyouni's Looming Shade. Still, the two remained friends, and Aggron left the arena to follow his friend into what appears to be a fair amount of danger...
It seems that Cyouni has been haunted by a malicious demon named Lou. In the body of his barbarian host, he attacked Cyouni and Aggron and managed to nearly kill them. However, Aggron did realize one important thing--Lou is from Alara, just like him. Medics arrived in time to save the pair, but the experience left Aggron with a newfound enemy.

Once he was on the mend, Aggron got bored and went searching for another job in the city. He found a place where a woman needed him to gather ingredients for her--but she was using them for experimentation. However, when Aggron confronted her about her ethics, she seemed more like an actual doctor than just a crazy scientist. Since she seemed so legit, and there wasn't any other work in the city, Aggron went along with it.
Unfortunately for Aggron, his companions in this mission were far less sane than his companions in the dungeon had been. Ish Tok was a torture-obsessed goblin who couldn't imagine why Aggron disliked being experimented on, and Oreo was a druid with a penchant for inane babbling and making innuendos. As the group began their mission, Aggron quickly found himself in the role of group keeper; because of his steadying influence, the three were able to gather the ingredients they needed, although Ish Tok went missing along the way and Aggron nearly got eaten by a baloth once. Aggron's friendship with Oreo slowly began to grow, but it was severely stunted by the druid's own behaviors; at one point, he drank some vials from the doctor's lab, and Aggron had to bring him back for a detox session.
Finally, to Aggron's relief they were done collecting. He helped mix some potions, but after another of Oreo's comments about meat, Aggron had had enough. He left the lab, taking his small payment in exchange for the ability to leave the druid's presence.

Soon after this mission had ended, Estark's Winter Festival began. Aggron decided to enter it, based on his past tournament success, and the fact that he was bored and freezing in the city. He did not do nearly as well this time, though; he ran up against a green mage who was particularly resilient to his spells, and Aggron was literally overrun. He actually nearly made a fatal mistake; he thought his opponents' creatures were weaker than they really were, and when they hit him, he would have died...but one of the healing mages nearby managed to save him. Aggron ran into Cyouni again when he was healing this time, and Cyouni had seen the healer at work. After talking about Lou, who had grown much stronger in the intervening time; getting warming pendants; and watching the rest of the matches, Aggron began searching for this healer. he felt he owed her more than his thanks.

Eventually Aggron found the healer. Her name was Janassi, and it had been her incompetence that had put Aggron at risk in the first place--but the blame was his as much as hers, and she had saved him. Even though the two of them only talked for an hour or so, once Janassi got over her fear of Aggron, the two of them formed a bond. Aggron, who had been frustrated by his failure at the Festival, was already making plans to search for better training, and Janassi made him promise to be careful. Aggron also promised to return when he was ready...

Then Aggron made his way to Ravnica. He'd seen so much green magic by now that he wanted to learn it, knowing it would shore up some of the weaknesses in his arsenal. Aggron found his way to the Golgari area of town, but he had no idea where to go from there...and a strange elf named Naba seemed disinclined to give him directions. Instead, Naba began to talk to him about the nature of his mana. Soon, the two were in combat, but Naba was a stronger mage than Aggron had ever fought before. As he was beating Aggron, he continued to talk to him about mana, now showing him graphic examples of the powers of darkness and nature alike and showing Aggron how little he knew about his own area of spellcasting. And then Naba won the battle, and Aggron died.

Well, something very serious happened. Aggron took a huge amount of damage, to the point that his more bestial side took over, but to no avail. Naba ripped the spells from his mind and the life from his body, until Aggron was lying in the dirt bleeding to death. Aggron was forced to reach out for mana, and black mana couldn't save him--and after a few tries, Aggron managed to touch green mana, Through its energy, he was able to pull himself back among the living. He repaired his body, but the power of the green mana at first was so strong that he did more than repair himself; he changed his physical form a little. And once it was over, Aggron could draw on green mana.

To make a long story short, Naba was a Golgari shaman of the highest order. He took on Aggron as his apprentice, and eventually Aggron gathered new spells from him and was inducted into the guild. He got off on the wrong foot with Savra, though, and the two of them have no small dislike for each other.

In chronological order:
Aggron vs. Kay (stupid unholy vampire bats!)
Aggron vs. Felpurr (beaten by the relic I helped win! ouch!)
Tournament Battle 1: Aggron vs. Mallen (Sorry, Mallen. Thought you had more countermagic).
Tournament Battle 2: Aggron vs. Tilia (This time I can beat the bat strategy...)
Tournament Finals: Aggron vs. Cyouni (Holy crap, that was a BIG shade!)
Round 1, Circle 1: Aggron vs Suven. (It really is odd that other mages always know exactly what the opponents' spells do. We should see more mistakes like this.)

Name: Kennar

Race: Flamekin

Age: 17

Gender: M

Height: 6'8

Weight: 250

Weapon: Flaming Longsword

Appearance: An exceptionally large and powerfully built Flamekin, Kennar has more than the usual amout of fire burning around his body. His entire torso is coated in flame. It's especially bright around his fists and head, slightly resembling a lion that has been set on fire. When gathering mana, arcane symbols are seared into his palms.
Kennar carries a three-foot long sword of fire, like the Flamekin Bladewhirls of his home plane. He only draws it when an enemy gets through his gouts of fire and bolts of lightning, which isn't very often.
Kennar wears no shirt or armor, and basic pants with his sword and satchel attached to his belt.

Personality: Kennar is a loyal friend and ally, but if betrayed he quickly becomes a blazing, revenge-fueled firestorm. He has somewhat of a temper, but manages to reign it in most of the time. He has some sense of honor, and won't harm what he considers to be innocents. Kennar thinks that the best way to deal with a threat is with maximum firepower and speed, not slowing down until the enemy lays cooked on the ground.
Kennar also has a bit of a self-centered streak. He is very interested in increaseing his own power, and seeks to test it against as many enemies as possible. He's can be ruthless when persuing increased strength, but he usually directs all that disregard for his enemies instead of his allies.

Bio: Kennar had always been thought stupid because of his size. Something with that much muscle couldn't possibly fit a brain anywhere in there. In truth, Kennar is highly intelligent. He has a dark sense of humor, and enjoys sarcasm more than most.

One day, when moving just outside an elven forest, he was spotted by an elvish hunting party. Knowing he had to flee or die, he ran deeper into the forest where the elves couldn't target him with their bows. Unfortunately, the elves knew the forest much better than Kennar.
After an hour's long chase, Kennar was cornered in a small clearing. The hunting party's leader approached him with blade drawn. Closing his eyes so he wouldn't see the death-blow coming, Kennar raised his arms in a futile defensive gesture. There was a high-pitched scream, then silence.
When Kennar looked, the elf was nothing but ash.

A wave of black fire had rushed from above, completely destroying the elven leader. Looking up, Kennar saw a sight that would awe any beast in Lorwyn: A gargantuan dragon, hovering above the clearing. In a terrible voice, the dragon said "Run away little elves. I'm just passing through and dont have time for you. That one only died because I had to test out my newest spell. It seems to work nicely, doesn't it?"

Naturally the elves scattered. Kennar didn't know it at the time, but he had just encountered one of the most terrifying beings in the Multiverse: Nicol Bolas himself.

The great dragon seemed to get bored with the elves, and opened a portal in front of himself, prepared to go through. Before he could, however, Kennar shouted to Bolas (oblivious to the suicidal danger he would be in) to take him along. Kennar was sick of Lorwyn, and wanted to leave.

Bolas shrugged, and said "I'm not taking a worthless being like you with me. But if you wish to leave this annoying place, I don't see why you shouldn't." With a casual wave of his clawed hands, Bolas transported Kennar to another plane, where he would be forced to make his own way.



Recent Events-
When on a mission with a pair of mages, Kennar encountered black mana for the first time. He was extremely interested in it, and hoped to speak with the black mage to learn more though they were fighting at the time. Upon dispatching the black mage's allies, Kennar promised her she could keep her life if she would stand down. Unfortunately, one of the mages with whom Kennar was traveling was an insane green mage called Oreo. Consumed by the bloodlust of battle, Oreo attacked the black mage. Kennar attempted to intervene on the woman's behalf, but Oreo's creatures were too powerful and they tore the woman apart.

Kennar was enraged at this turn of events. Not only had Oreo killed an innocent woman, but had forced the flamekin to break his word and denied him the opportunity to study black mana in-depth. Kennar vowed to kill Oreo after he had amassed enough power. He knew he had to unlock the power of black mana for himself to gain enough power to slay the insane green mage. He sees the use of black mana in Oreo's coming death as poetic justice of a kind, and won't stop until Oreo lies dead.

Blood and Bones and Cookie Dough;
An Oven from the hells below,
A flame of hate unknown before,
It Dries and Shapes and Flakes
And in my hands your life shall end

The Fey oh they Dance and they Bathe in our Blood;
In the Blood of our Children, Our Brothers, Our Moms
They ask us for Blood and in awe do we give
And in all of their frolic there's a giggle of glee
Beware I say, Beware anywhere
Beware in the Forest, Beware oh Beware
For in your path there's blood everywhere
Beware... oh to late now you better prepare

Mar's Pride has a coming of age trial, a trial that members of the pride enter whenever they feel they are ready. There are those who rush to embark as early as possible, and they are widely regarded as impetuous fools. There are those who never do, and they are mourned for their lost potential. Mar Johan was of the third type, those who wait for the proper time to arrive before they start thier trial, only leaving once they reach a milestone. He grew up and became a hunter for the pride, one of those who help provide meat, leather, bone, and the like, goods taken or fashioned from the corpses of wild beasts. Like many others, he eventually felt the call of the trial and the expectations of the tribe and of himself weighing on him, and he heeded the call.

The trial itself is simple: those wishing to take it go before the elders and stand in the center of the circle. The chant rises to a crescendo, the supplicant blinks, and when their eyes open, they are somewhere else. The test is over when the taker, by use of their wit, their abilities, and whatever supplies they were able to take with them, either makes their way back to the pride or finds their own path through life. Or if they die, of course. There's always that possibility.

When Mar blinked, he found himself by the seashore. For a week, he wandered aimlessly along the beach and lived off crabs - crabs that used the power of the sea to grant themselves extra vitality to run away. On the eight day of travel he went inland, along a river delta, and found himself facing a deserted city, slowly sinking into the muck and overgrown with plant life. Though the city was long dead, as he approached he saw a carriage, clad in shadows and pulled by nightmares, pull away and speed out of sight. As it moved, what at first appeared to be logs cleared out of the way: crocodiles, kings of the river all, fleeing to avoid the black contraption. Seeing this, Mar closed his eyes and understood why he had embarked on the trial, and his way opened before him.

He realized that all that lives, fears. It fears its next meal will never arrive. It fears the larger predator. It fears it will fade away, die without leaving mark nor offspring. He realized that he feared that he had no purpose, that he would never find a path, that he would be judged and found wanting. So he faced his fears and terrors, fought his doubt and insecurity, and sat there among the moldering tomb of an empire past for three long days, battling his inner demons and struggling to understand what he had realized. When at last he opened his eyes, he found himself refreshed by a clarity of purpose he had long lacked, and in his hand he held a small gem that glowed with a purple light. Mar faced his terrors and defeated them, casting his fears out one fragment at a time until they crystallized in his palm. In his other hand lay a wooden rod, a fragment of the fallen city, a severed piece of an ornate gate guarding what was once a lordly manor. As Mar realized what he held and looked out at the decaying evidence of civilization, he felt the power of the sinking city, the promise it once held: the promise of independence, the promise that he could find a way and survive by his wits and his resourcefulness, a promise that he would only be beholden to those he wished to be beholden to. Mar faced the fallen buildings and proclaimed that he would spread the knowledge of the Fear Within, and help others face it and accept it, conquer it, and cast it out. Mar now knew that fear was something that could not be explained properly, as everyone has something unique to be afraid of, and that all he could do was notice when others expressed it and aid them in their own realizations. With his purpose clear and his path found, Mar strode forth from the ruined city, on the path to a new life in a new land, and the crocodiles fought to avoid him.

Small metal sphere: Allows me to understand the speech of Gear. Given by Gear.
Lucky stone: A small, apparently normal rounded stone that brings good luck and provides a +1 bonus to rolls that are based on luck, such as most perception rolls.
Useless scraps of paper: Exactly what it says on the tin. These papers do absolutely nothing whatsoever, except for serving as a memento of things done.
Various Trophies, taken from defeated mages: Currently, a pair of daggers, one ornate and one worn and beaten. Also a selection of dead spellgems, now useless.
Shimia Token: Shows that I am a member of House Shimia.
Orzhov Signet on chain: Shows membership in Orzhov.
Orhzov Orb Claim - [2points left for redemption]

Zahira's a slender young woman with an exotic brown skin and black hair kept either in a ponytail or loose down to the waist. She has very dark brown eyes (almost black) and is considered by most to be stunningly beautiful. She wears the typical Azorius Lawmage outfit, but hers seems to have mysterious magical traits such as being able to restore its own fabric over time, keeping itself clean, and maintaining an ever-comfortable temperature for the wearer.

Next to being beautiful, Zahira's also one of the smartest persons in the world, at least, that's what they thought at the academy. Despite being a know-it-all she's very friendly and of the curious type... albeit she's sometimes a bit too serious...

Zahira was born as the first of three children of her father Zagih and her mother Alina. Her father was a merchant settled in a town on the northern reaches of the mighty Kingdom of Benalia, near the coast.
As a child she often watched over her younger brother and little sister when mother wasn't home, or helped her father in the shop whenever he needed a hand. Her mother was very kind to her, and although her father loved her she never had a strong connection with him.

She grew up very alone, not accepted by the neighbourhood children because they said she was different, she wasn't from here... A question was burned into her mind from then on; "Where did she come from, and why was she so different?".
When she conflicted her parents with the question her mother only turned away, while her father sent away without food for a night long. The gap between her and her parents only grew larger over time, more and more she avoided them and stayed from home for hours and even days after each other.

At the age of eighth she was often found in a lone spot somewhere in the park thinking and playing with herself. It was here that she discovered her incredible magical talent, and she became better every day. At a moment she could do what beginning academy students normally only just could.

Her father found out what she had been doing one day though, and already angry at his daughter for being away all the time instead of helping him, he started hitting her and forced her to stay at home. It was not that he was not proud of the fact that his daughter was already such an accomplished mage at her age, but because he was from a respected line of pyromancers, and he expected his daughter to follow carry on this tradition. She did not, already she showed signs of only being able to conjure the present mana; an abundance of white and already small amounts of blue.

Not much later after her first confrontations with her father she used her magic against him and even knew to prevent his response with flame with white magic as she ran away from home.

With no possessions on person and no knowledge beyond the confines of the town she was lost and on the run from her parents, who had send the guards after her. But then she was picked up by a stranger, who hid her and smuggled her out of town to a keep at the coast, far from her home town.

The stranger came to be know to her as a kind, old man, a great mage whose name was know across the lands of Benalia, and as her mentor. He had immediately recognized her capabilities, her talent with magic and her thirst for knowledge.

His first assumptions proved right, as he treated her like a father should, and fed her with knowledge, lesson after lesson about magic. Zahira came to know all about the world around her, about its history, about the origins of magic and everything it could do, and she was obviously fascinated.

Soon she had forgotten all about her parents and saw the old mage as her new father, and she became the most talented apprentice he had ever had.

One day though, the old man's life began fading, he became sick and Zahira watched him die.
But the mage was not afraid of death and told Zahira to leave once he was dead, report his death to the nearby town's guard and then head for the Benalish Academy of Magic. There, he said, would her future lie, she would finally meet people who would respect her and she would have the possibilities to choose her own future.

Everything he told her to do, she did, and nervously she appeared at the gates of the academy two weeks later, with only her knowledge, a little bit of gold and some books she had taken from the archmage's library with her. Indeed, here her life changed, she met Tai D'Angelo, and later on Luzza and Damek, who were to be her friends for as long as she stayed at the academy.

For years it went well, and she fell in love with Tai, but unwillingly, their affair was short. Soon after they had graduated a message from Tai came, telling her to forget that she had ever met him.

She fell into the abyss of grief, and for days she just cried, there was no one who could help her, she couldn't cast magic anymore, at times she couldn't even get up from her bed, while sometimes she made endless walks through the landscape of Benalia.

But she tried, she tried to forget Tai, go on living, and she went to Ravnica, a place far away of which she had heard from the archmage. Not long after she arrived at the majestic city, getting a job at the Azorius Senate, becoming one of their most respected Lawmages, respected both for her wisdom and her magical prowess. For about two years she resided in the city, only once in a while leaving on an important assignment, mostly negotations, agressive or not.

But then came a day she was called to lead an expedition into the Sewers of Estark to search for a missing Selesnya member, it was here it all went wrong. One of her companions died, but her other companion, Osark, was very kind to her, she grew very fond of him, but couldn't stop thinking of Tai. They found know way to save the missing Selesnya mage, nor a way out, and they were captured by the Phyrexians, who tortured her.

Undergoing severe mental experiments she almost completely lost her mind, and was then discarded as a silent guardian of the citadel, not knowing who she was or what to trust anymore. She fought three mages who appeared one day, but they defeated her, and everything went dark again.
When she awoke she looked into a familiar face... Tai's, but she could not truly recognize him, her mind was still a chaos. Tai helped her, he guided her through the maze that the Sewers are, but right into the arms of Tai's nemesis; a Phyrexian named Zayor.

After a confusing conflict between Tai and the Phyrexian, Tai's wife stormed in, and in what seemed to be a blur, Tai was suddenly stumbling, his wife fell to the ground, and then there was a flash of light... Tai's wife died, and he collapsed, and so did she, for it was all too confusing and she to forgive herself the words she had spoken to him before... of his betrayal... leaving her for another woman...

It seemed that Tai forgave her, or maybe he was just in too much grief to really notice her plead, and he guided them out. Finally she saw the light of day again, and it was blinding to her, for she had been away many days and nights seeing only shadow.
She was brought to a House that felt warm to her, comfortable, and here Tai told her he had to go, but he would come back... at least... she hoped... did she still love him?

[The Swarm]: A beetle which he named Beetlebub has joined Zenith's party.
[Mantis's Prayers]: A notable wolf is named Kiba.