Fantasy ((Open!)) Planeswalkers - The Ruined World

[GreenEyedStranger]

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In a world full of strange and fascinating sorceries, lands, and creatures, there are bound to be countless horrors. However, they all share the same ancestry: Magic. Magic comes in many flavors, some righteous and some wicked. Across the multiverse, there are an infinite number of worlds, each with it's own type of magic. Although there are wizards and mortals who are able to bend this power, none control it as much as those who are known as Planeswalkers.

Planeswalkers are incredibly powerful beings, with the power to travel between these worlds of the multiverse and harness the magic within each one. Though some have sought to spread destruction across the multiverse, many Planeswalkers willingly step up to defend it. However, an ancient evil has awoken. A Planeswalker of immeasurable power, capable of shattering minds with just an effortless touch. Nicol Bolas, the dragon Planeswalker. Though now only a fraction of his power as he was in millennia past, he is still revered as a god, with one intent. To enslave and destroy all those beneath him. Although once, there was a group of powerful Planeswalkers known as the Gatewatch who stood up against him, they were no match. One by one, they were either felled, broken, or enslaved by Nicol Bolas. Now, the light of hope has faded. Nicol Bolas is the God-Ruler of the universe. Even those worshiped as gods have been slain, so that all of the Multiverse worships him...

Yet, there are some with old notions in their mind. The idea of resistance against an impossible force. You are one of them. Taking up the name of the previous group, you are part of the new Gatewatch. No matter where you come from, you are all united by one goal. Freedom.

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

Downtrodden. Beaten. Destroyed. These words are all that describes the remnants of life on Khaladesh. In fact, these words describe all life in general, after the God-Pharoah spread his will across all of existence. Nearly every plane has been destroyed or corrupted by his will. Yet, in these defeated homes lie fighters and warriors. Such as you.

Welcome to Khaladesh. Although the surface is littered with horrific bio-mechanical beings that mock the technological wonders of the Planes' past, there is a prevalent resistance group underground. No matter where you hailed from, some way or another you ended up here. Planeswalkers are few and far between since the Purging, the resistance is lucky to have you. Leading the resistance is a group of two mysterious siblings, assumed to be very powerful planeswalkers. Though they rarely speak to the rest of the resistance, their army is upheld by one of the few survivors of Amonkhet, a farmer named Amneh. Fighting alongside the legendary Djeru, though fortunate enough to remain alive, he is one of the resistances most valuable assets. Usually he'd be barking orders to you all, but it seems there is some down time. Why not explore around the tunnel system or talk to your fellow planeswalkers? Just be careful around the other resistance members, they fear Planeswalkers, and with good reason, for it is common knowledge that there is one above, haunting those who seek refuge on the soil...

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

(Bump, in case anyone is still interested, this rp is open)

 

[Doomyfish23]

In a flash of grey Duke appeared in yet another dark and Gloomy looking world. It had seemed to be a repeat of the same. Every world he has ever been to since he left innistrad seemed to bear the weight of bolas twisted power. He surveyed his surroundings having appeared in a chasm within a dark rock formation. Luckily the edge seemed close by and he found his way out relatively easily. He wondered how long it would be until he had recovered enough mana to travel to the next plane.

However his though process was interrupted by the sounds of steel over stone behind him. Pretending that he didn't hear it he focused what little mana he had left into his white aura in his left hand. Keeping the mana contained so that it wouldn't be visible from behind he walked and waited. Sure enough he heard the sound again and spun around quickly to meet the threat...
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[GreenEyedStranger]

Doomyfish23

Duke would turn to see a masked woman, wearing what seemed to be... Tree bark... Across her body. The design on her mask was that of a griffin, the embodiement of justice. Despite that, it was pretty obvious what color mana this woman controlled. She spoke in a gnarled, almost chittering tone

"I was wondering when our enchantment would take effect..."

Behind the woman were some miners, staring at the newcomer with a hint of fear

"Surely, you must know who we are, yes?"

The woman seemed confident against the planeswalker

"I have brought you here to help the resistance movement. We are in Kaladesh..."

She finished. Vines seemed to twist around her arms as she spoke.

 

[Doomyfish23]

Duke regarded the woman and the miners with his usual look of indifference. The mana did not fade in his hand but he seemed to relax a bit. "I haven't the slightest hint who you are. You say you summoned me then? Why?" his tone was regal and commanding, yet void of any emotion as if he had rehearsed this conversation. His kept his stance wide, ready for an assault, yet with a calm demeanor as if any assault would be destined to fail. "Surely it was for a good reason? Why else would you reach across worlds." his eyes seemed to size up and penetrate the soul, as if he were weighing the value of each life before him, what's worse, internally he was doing just that...
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