Cyouni follows the tug through the twists and turns of Ravnica until he reaches the edge of the Rakdos District, stopping at the edge. He stares into it, his eyes flicking from side to side. Now he can guess who probably called him here.
"Lou," he mutters under his breath. "Why now, I wonder?"
A large dog comes over to Tai, and nudges his hand.
Tai immediately thinks "dog," because "wolf" isn't usually seen in the city.
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"If I had known that it would have been this easy to get you to do what I wanted," says an all-too-familiar voice from deeper in the alley, "I would have started it sooner."
There's a laugh, and Cyouni sees Lou step out of the shadows.
It has to be Lou. The voice is definitely right. However, what was once formerly recognizable as that barbarian Cyouni knew so long ago. Now, the skin is most definitely of a red hue. His lips have been pulled back, revealing his filed teeth and elongated canines. He now has clearly recognizable horns that curl back, almost like a ram's. He smiles, and gives a wave, with a hand whose fingers are tipped with inch-long black claws.
The dog appears to have a little bit of armor on him. Green and White. He gives Tai the most knowing look he's ever seen on a Canine face, but he clearly looks like he's enjoying the scratch.
He then holds up a paw. Strapped to it is a small fuchsia gem.
Within the gem, Tai could hear the voice of the Chorus.
Tai D'Angelo. A great threat has appeared to the plane. The Conclave has joined forces with the Legion and the Senate to fight this threat. We need our finest warriors who can fight against the daemons and zombies invading the plane.
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"Time for me to leave this plane," he says. He lifts up a manhole, and chucks it aside. "Come with me."
Dodaer walked slowly as he reached the city. He tried to ignore the stares that he knew would be cast towards him. As long as they didn't stir up trouble, he would not provoke any from them either. Filled with hatred towards humanity, Dodaer wandered the streets for a bit, trying to get to know the place...
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While wandering around, Dodaer spotted a sign that seemed to be offering a job. Hmm, that's what I was doing before I got messed up with the Rakdos... Looking for a job... Dodaer walked up to the sign, ignoring the glances the people that passed him by were giving him. Reading it over, Dodaer became slightly disappointed. Damn, they wouldn't let me in on this job now... This Rakdos status might be a hinderance to me... Dodaer wonders what the ones taking this job would do to his fellow guild members before leaving the sign.
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After spotting where the shop, library, and arena were in the city, Dodaer realized there was not much for him to do around this city. At least I could find work in Estark... Hmm, Estark... I wonder if I'll be missed if I go there... Making up his mind, Dodaer heads for the gate that leads to the road back to Estark...
Jerkily, Aggron walks back into the city. His legs are moving almost without his control. His mind is so exhausted and numbed from his ordeal with the Golgari that he barely knows where he's going, but some part of his is steering, looking for a place to sleep. Luckily for him, the sun is just starting to come up, so the street aren't as bad as they might be...
OOC: Thanks. I edited Aggron's profile; it's in there.
Also, this next part is pure RPing. I hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries here; if so I'll edit.
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Eventually, Aggron stumbles into a part of the city that seems deserted. He finds an alleyway, and he crawls as far back as he can go, curls up in a ball, and goes instantly to sleep.
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Aggron's eyes open, and at first he's confused--the light is almost the same as when he fell asleep. But the ache in his mind and his body is gone; he feels as healthy and alert as he's ever been, and he realizes he must have slept for an entire day. With a simultaneous twitching motion in his whole body, Aggron catapults himself into a standing position. His confidence and alertness restored, he strides out of the alleyway and into the city proper. He has some business to take care of.
After Aggron visits the Orzhov, he spends some time cursorily exploring the rest of Ravnica--rested and alert, it's an interesting city. He systematically goes to each guildhall, although he doesn't go inside; he learns about the Guildpact itself and discovers that there seems to be a color pair missing. Aggron has some ideas about where he might look for blue-black mages, but he doesn't pursue them; instead he learns all he can about the city itself and the guilds that do seem to exist.
Aggron notes the experiments of the Izzet and the Simic, realizing that not all scientists are as scrupulous as Doctor Selar...but he doesn't care as much as he once did. He looks with some contempt on the Azorious obsession with law, and with amusement at the Boros attempts to uphold it while still being good people. He's quite disgusted at the Rakdos, who have such power at their command and squander it on such foolish things. The guilds that make the biggest impression are the Selesnya--who actually scare Aggron much more than the Rakdos ever could, with their talk of religion and unity--and the Gruul, who are so much like the mages who had trained Aggron that he's tempted to go live with them.
But after a long day of exploring, Aggron decides he needs to find someplace to sleep again. This time, he goes looking in the undercity. Now he knows the breadth of the Golgari domain, and he intends to find some hole that Savra doesn't check so often and make it his own.
Gully slowly makes her way through the city. She constantly looks around in awe of what she sees around her and not of the ornateness of the buildings; but the fact that there are so few trees.
Gaea help this place.
As she neared Sunhome she sees someone points up high and yell out Damn Spire Mouse. She looks to see what they are pointing at and finds herself staring at an Elf clad in a simple leather armor walking along a ledge of a building. She finds herself smiling in amusement at the envy in the eyes those around her. She shakes her head and press onward.
"Lou," he mutters under his breath. "Why now, I wonder?"
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Tai immediately thinks "dog," because "wolf" isn't usually seen in the city.
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"If I had known that it would have been this easy to get you to do what I wanted," says an all-too-familiar voice from deeper in the alley, "I would have started it sooner."
It has to be Lou. The voice is definitely right. However, what was once formerly recognizable as that barbarian Cyouni knew so long ago. Now, the skin is most definitely of a red hue. His lips have been pulled back, revealing his filed teeth and elongated canines. He now has clearly recognizable horns that curl back, almost like a ram's. He smiles, and gives a wave, with a hand whose fingers are tipped with inch-long black claws.
"Long time no see, Cyouni."
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He then holds up a paw. Strapped to it is a small fuchsia gem.
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He makes a point of looking Lou over. Lou's starting to look more like the demon he is. The horns, the claws, the skin - those are all new.
"Indeed. You look...different."
Tai D'Angelo. A great threat has appeared to the plane. The Conclave has joined forces with the Legion and the Senate to fight this threat. We need our finest warriors who can fight against the daemons and zombies invading the plane.
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"Time for me to leave this plane," he says. He lifts up a manhole, and chucks it aside. "Come with me."
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A sign goes out in several of the main areas, and in front of the Sunhome:
2-3 Mages, minimum level 3
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While wandering around, Dodaer spotted a sign that seemed to be offering a job. Hmm, that's what I was doing before I got messed up with the Rakdos... Looking for a job... Dodaer walked up to the sign, ignoring the glances the people that passed him by were giving him. Reading it over, Dodaer became slightly disappointed. Damn, they wouldn't let me in on this job now... This Rakdos status might be a hinderance to me... Dodaer wonders what the ones taking this job would do to his fellow guild members before leaving the sign.
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After spotting where the shop, library, and arena were in the city, Dodaer realized there was not much for him to do around this city. At least I could find work in Estark... Hmm, Estark... I wonder if I'll be missed if I go there... Making up his mind, Dodaer heads for the gate that leads to the road back to Estark...
Also, this next part is pure RPing. I hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries here; if so I'll edit.
IC:
Eventually, Aggron stumbles into a part of the city that seems deserted. He finds an alleyway, and he crawls as far back as he can go, curls up in a ball, and goes instantly to sleep.
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Aggron's eyes open, and at first he's confused--the light is almost the same as when he fell asleep. But the ache in his mind and his body is gone; he feels as healthy and alert as he's ever been, and he realizes he must have slept for an entire day. With a simultaneous twitching motion in his whole body, Aggron catapults himself into a standing position. His confidence and alertness restored, he strides out of the alleyway and into the city proper. He has some business to take care of.
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After Aggron visits the Orzhov, he spends some time cursorily exploring the rest of Ravnica--rested and alert, it's an interesting city. He systematically goes to each guildhall, although he doesn't go inside; he learns about the Guildpact itself and discovers that there seems to be a color pair missing. Aggron has some ideas about where he might look for blue-black mages, but he doesn't pursue them; instead he learns all he can about the city itself and the guilds that do seem to exist.
Aggron notes the experiments of the Izzet and the Simic, realizing that not all scientists are as scrupulous as Doctor Selar...but he doesn't care as much as he once did. He looks with some contempt on the Azorious obsession with law, and with amusement at the Boros attempts to uphold it while still being good people. He's quite disgusted at the Rakdos, who have such power at their command and squander it on such foolish things. The guilds that make the biggest impression are the Selesnya--who actually scare Aggron much more than the Rakdos ever could, with their talk of religion and unity--and the Gruul, who are so much like the mages who had trained Aggron that he's tempted to go live with them.
But after a long day of exploring, Aggron decides he needs to find someplace to sleep again. This time, he goes looking in the undercity. Now he knows the breadth of the Golgari domain, and he intends to find some hole that Savra doesn't check so often and make it his own.
Gaea help this place.
As she neared Sunhome she sees someone points up high and yell out Damn Spire Mouse. She looks to see what they are pointing at and finds herself staring at an Elf clad in a simple leather armor walking along a ledge of a building. She finds herself smiling in amusement at the envy in the eyes those around her. She shakes her head and press onward.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!