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Xiphoniii Cheeky son of a.... from Florida Since: Aug, 2009
Cheeky son of a....
#1: Mar 4th 2012 at 10:12:16 AM

The sun shines down on Ravnica, as cheerful as ever, not caring how happy or miserable any of its citizens may be. But not all are citizens...on this particular day, there are a fairly large number of non-Ravnicans exploring the city...

((Go hog wild. The first villain will show up soon enough))

:smug:
EviIPaladin Some Guy Or Something from Middle-Of-Nowhere, NS Since: May, 2010 Relationship Status: Noddin' my head like yeah
Some Guy Or Something
#2: Mar 5th 2012 at 4:46:17 PM

Heatran was lost.

After coming to terms with the fact that he had become a Planeswalker, the flamekin had managed to find Ravnica and was soon lost amongst all the enormous buildings and clogged streets. It was breath taking and far different than his home plane, which thrived in simplicity.

He contemplated asking for directions but figured that it wouldn't be of much use; he was still unsure of the extent of what his planeswalking powers were, exactly.

The being of rock and flame merely looked around him. He had a basic idea of what he was here for but that didn't help him.

"BUT I WON'T GIVE UP!!" Heatran cried out, getting dirty looks from some of the passerbys.

"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val
Nyktos (srahc 84) eltit Since: Jan, 2001
(srahc 84) eltit
#3: Mar 6th 2012 at 1:14:01 PM

Navaya Miras woke up. He felt like he'd overslept, though lacking a device to tell time he couldn't be sure. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in weeks, having spent the better part of a month tracking Zan across half a dozen planes. But the trail had disappeared, and Navaya had been forced to abandon his search for the amulet that the necromage had taken. The only alternative he could think of was to ask Nicol Bolas for help, and no amulet was worth owing that debt. So, his search over, he'd finally gotten some sleep, and he found himself in a good mood. So what if the amulet was gone for the moment? He had no doubts that he and Zan would cross paths again, and until then, he could find other trouble to get himself into.

He stood up from the bedroll he'd been sleeping on and took a look around. He was relieved to find that he was indeed where he'd meant to be. Navaya had had more to drink the previous night than was perhaps advisable, but it seemed he'd indeed found is way back to the abandoned church he'd used as a base of operations the last time he'd found himself on the city-plane of Ravnica. It had once been used by the Orzhov Syndicate, one of Ravnica's great guilds, who, like Navaya, used white and black mana. The church had been constructed near strong sources of both, and Navaya had thus found using it convenient. Navaya didn't have much else in common with the Syndicate, though: they'd likely used the church building to auction off slaves, while Navaya had once used it to shelter several slaves he'd rescued.

Well then, thought Navaya, let's see what Ravnica has to offer. He walked down the spiralling staircase into the church's front room, opened the door, and walked out onto the crowded street outside.

I guess it is.
SpaceJawa UTINNI! from Right Here Since: Jan, 2001
UTINNI!
#4: Mar 7th 2012 at 12:44:38 AM

Sage's attention was drawn from his workbench to the outside as he heard a shout. He had been tinkering with a would-be Myr, one of several he had tried building since he had moved into this building he currently called 'home'. Previously, it had been a research center for a guild known as the Izzet, but for what reason they had moved out Sage didn't know.

What he did know was that it worked quite well for his purposes while he was on this plane, and that the Izzet had left a great many trinkets behind. While many of the items were ill-advised to be messed with, there were still several that he enjoyed finding out the purposes of, while others which had previously been broken made for excellent spare parts.

Sage wasn't keen on going outside, at least not during the day. His unusual appearance - for this plane at least - made it ill-conceived to walk around in such a way that would draw undue attention to himself. But fortunately he had a quite lovely looking window. And out it, he saw a most curious sight. Not a creature he recalled having seen since another time, on another plane. Some sort of fiery elemental fellow. A male, if his appearance was anything to guess by. A fellow Planeswalker, perhaps?

And yet, despite not being of this world, the flame man didn't seem to be too concerned about who noticed he wasn't supposed to be here. Perhaps it would be worth it to go outside and try to meet the fellow.

Exelixi Lesbarian from Alchemist's workshop Since: Sep, 2011 Relationship Status: Armed with the Power of Love
Lesbarian
#5: Mar 7th 2012 at 9:00:10 PM

The air shimmered and shifted, almost like a small heat wave was passing through it, as the Neurok Pleaneswalked through to Ravnica. Three people saw this, two Humans and a Vedalken, but this did not bother Tess. A little mana drawn from Innistrad, a quick gesture in each of the onlookers' directions; they would forget the last five minutes ever happened, but be otherwise unharmed. Tess made no delay in scampering out of the alley to disappear into the anonymity of the crowded Ravnican streets.

edited 7th Mar '12 9:03:04 PM by Exelixi

Mura: -flips the bird to veterinary science with one hand and Euclidean geometry with the other-
Yuanchosaan antic disposition from Australia Since: Jan, 2010
antic disposition
#6: Mar 8th 2012 at 2:41:13 AM

If one could have looked down on the city that morning, magnifying each tiny part with one of those old, oddly practical (for the now defunct Izzet Guild) devices, one might have noticed a curious spate of incidences that were strange even by Ravnican standards (minus the Izzet Guild).

A beautifully crafted set of marzipan and sugar figures from Ravnica's third best bakery suddenly sprang up and began an impromptu rendition of the Ravnican Romances, complete with small musical parts. An enraptured crowd formed around them as they whirled themselves into a molten confectionery mess in the heat, while the head baker frenziedly tried to recreate the curiously missing recipe.

The stuttering, shy lowest apprentice of Eluadran's Academy became convinced that she had flown to school that day. She promptly threw herself out the window, and to everyone's shock, flew.

Eluadran himself suddenly found that he could cast no spell without purple sparks appearing. His attempts at shouting at the neighbouring alchemists, his own students, and finally his collection of books, did nothing except causing the books to burst into violet flames.

The lodgers at the Flitwit's Thought discovered that they now had the appearance of their neighbours to the left. The inn's proprietor, Yelio, shrugged with the rest of the street. He'd known the risk of setting up on an old Izzet testing site.

And in the shadows of a cool alleyway, a careful watcher might have seen the cause.

Firstly, there was a crooked smile - too wide and rather disconcerting. Glowing eyes floated above the smile. In the gloom, one could just make out a pale, blue outline of a woman's figure.

Sola breathed in deeply, inhaling not air - no longer a possibility - but the chaos of the city. There was something odd here, odder than her own games. Several somethings, or rather someones.

edited 8th Mar '12 2:44:05 AM by Yuanchosaan

"Doctor Who means never having to say you're kidding." - Bocaj
TorchLighter AHA! 32 flavours... Since: Jun, 2010
AHA! 32 flavours...
#7: Mar 8th 2012 at 4:01:49 AM

Relraf sighed as he watched the people passing by on the street. Once upon a time, he would have moved among them, keeping the peace. His thoughts would be on the thieves sliding through the crowd, their knives ready to slit purses and take pouches from belts. He still defended the innocent, of course. He'd sworn to follow the code of Law until his dieing breath, and whatever had happened to him certainly wasn't death. But all the same, these people and problems didn't seem so important anymore. Not after the horrors and things he'd seen. After all the pain, through everything that he'd been through, he'd clung to the idea that he'd be able to protect anyone from anything. That no innocent would be hurt whe4n he was on guard. But all of it, the crowds, the people, every single problem in their lives and homes, just seemed so...

'Boring.' Relraf murmured. 'Uhm...Sorry, sir?' Relraf looked down, taking in the cutpurse he'd caught about twenty minutes ago. His hands bound, the thief looked up into the eyes of his captor, fearfully wondering whether or not his next meal would even come to pass. 'I wasn't talking to you, but I said boring.' Relraf sighed. 'Right. Name, address, and crime please.'

'Well sir, I'm Bleakly Weathers, I live on Strelzen-on-Herway, and you grabbed me after I took a purse full of coin off the drunk gentleman in the red vest.'

'Yes, yes, gentleman in the red.... did you say your name was Bleakly Weathers?'

'ahh... yessir.'

'Bleakly? Really? Well, I suppose it's as good a name as any. Anyway, since the drunk gentlemen isn't really hurting for money, and given that you have both the bad luck to run into me, and also be named Bleakly Weathers, I think twenty minutes should do it.'

Following this, Relraf stooped down and untied the cutpurse hauling him up to his feet and letting him go, with a stern warning to stay out of trouble. he knew Bleakly wouldn't, just as Bleakly began to understand that Relraf wasn't really going to see him hanged if he got caught again.

But tradition was tradition, and as Relraf watched Bleakly disappear into the crowd, he wondered how long it would take before bleakly was in trouble again.

Suddenly, and acrid smell fell on his tongue, and Relraf looked around, his gaze searching for what he knew was there. Planeswalking is a skill few people ave, but the scent could tell you when a Planeswalker was near. And you never forgot that smell. The loud noises coming from the bakery nearby clued him into something wrong, and soon Relraf was walking through the crowd, searching for that elusive scent that promised of Planeswalkers, and almost certainly of a new world, bound by unlawfulness.

I ask the questions that should never be answered. Good thing I have Brain Bleach...
Xiphoniii Cheeky son of a.... from Florida Since: Aug, 2009
Cheeky son of a....
#8: Mar 8th 2012 at 10:00:05 AM

A nondescript sign hung on a nondescript building in one of the sectors of the city closest to the mage academy. The building drew no attention and had no windows. And the sign declared it as an inn, "Travellers welcome." There was literally no reason for anyone to take notice of it...except there were traces of planeswalking.

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Nyktos (srahc 84) eltit Since: Jan, 2001
(srahc 84) eltit
#9: Mar 8th 2012 at 1:31:04 PM

Navaya strolled calmly down the busy street. He enjoyed a good chase, but after a few weeks, it was nice to be able to take his time. Soon enough, he hoped, he'd be an another adventure. But for now, he took slow, careful steps, paying close attention to his surroundings. Ravnica was a city that took up an entire world, and while in many ways it did function like an ordinary city, the sheer size of it meant that the speed at which news could travel was far slower than the speed at which things happened. It was nearly impossible for anyone to truly know "what was happening" in Ravnica, and Navaya's ordinary methods of information gathering were often less practical here than simply walking and observing.

He had observed a few interesting things. One of the shops he'd passed had for sale a pair of beautifully-constructed swords made in a style that would be entirely unrecognizable to most Ravnicans. The shopkeeper had, when asked, claimed that they were ancient swords used by the Boros Legion in its early days, but a quick of the construction confirmed Navaya's suspicions that they were likely from Eiganjo, on the plane of Kamigawa. This had seemed promising, but it seemed they'd been in circulation for several years, and had most likely been brought to Ravnica by the Infinite Consortium long ago.

The second thing Navaya had observed as he moved toward the core of the district he was in — a middle-class one adjacent to the much poorer district containing his church — was that he was being followed. He wasn't yet sure by what, but he ignored it for now. He was confident in his ability to come out on top in a fight, even if they took him by surprise. It was rare that Navaya wasn't prepared for a fight, after what had happened the last time he'd let down his guard. Besides, he'd taken down things that were a lot more threatening than a couple of thugs.

The final observation that Navaya made as he reached the busier part of the district was a surprisingly large crowd outside a bakery. This wouldn't normally pique Navaya's interest, but there was something different going on here. He walked toward the group, looking to discover what if anything was going on here.

I guess it is.
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