This story is based on the fictional Realms of Magic the Gathering, including such places as, Dominaria, Mirrodin, Kamigawa, Ravnica, Lorwyn, and any other planes that have been shown or even one we make up, Normally only planeswalkers can travel between planes but in this reality the will be a be a nexus where you can travel between them at will. The plane of Dominaria will be the main hub in this thread, but there are portals to the outlying planes (i.e. everything besides Dominaria).

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All posts must be worded according to RP rules
Character name-before any post
"character lines go like this"
*actions go like this*
character thoughts go in italics
the written word goes in bold
(out of character dialog goes like this)


Attacking an enemy is perfectly acceptable, but it is considered bad RP etiquette to attack an offline person. Friendly fire is also bad etiquette. (but acceptable within certain backstabbing groups)

Remember you can declare an attack but you can't decide whether or not it lands. Only I or the person being attacked can decide if the hit lands. but don't make yourself invincible. You are not a god. This is a game, make it fun.

If you die, too bad, just make a new character.

And remember I have the last word

if you have any questions send them to me in a Private Message with the title MTG RP

The Young Vedalken looked wistfully around the room as he packed his Considerable belonging into the large armoured crate that he kept them in. The crate was lifted by what appeared to be two scrap piles, help together by sparks of lightning. His faithful arcbound servants, loyal and easily repaired. They were easily one of his favourite inventions.

Surveying his surroundings for a moment he took one last look at his home. He then whistled loudly and a loud thumping was heard outside the fifteenth storie window. The Immense figure was Dark in colour, you almost looked into it instead of at it, and it body was ringed with orbiting sparks. This was the Darksteel Collosus, A fortune to own, but he had inherited it from his dead parents, one of the few things to remember them by.

Shrugging off these memrories he stepped from the balcony onto the massive golem's shoulder, the Arcbound having already loaded the crate onto it's other. A third Arcbound, a little animal looking thing hopped over where he was standing and sat down. HE smiled at it then spoke to himself for the Arcbound possessed no speech. "Well that's the last one. off we go big guy." The Hulking behemoth lurched into motion. surprisingly steady for it's size.

(I think so. Never read those books.)

The expansive night of Shadowmoor covers the hills of Nighthearth. In the deepest region where some of the only light comes from the guttering flames of the cinders, a lone cinder walks to the crest of a hill, a longsword slung across his back, a longspear in his hand. Both rusty, both covered in dry blood, both belonging to the most vicious of the Kulrath Knights. The spear drags along the rocky ground, sending sparks, the barbs on it impaling any small creature stupid enough to get close to it.

The cinder crests the hill, his giant bat steed awaiting him. A fairy clique laughing a pestering him from a safe distance becomes a might clearer as he rises from the smoke of the valleys. That clique told him to come to this hill prepared. This night, a portal would open to another plane. Supposedly their Queen-Goddess Oona will open it, but the cinder takes this as nonsense. He told his commander about this information, and was thus sent to travel through, hopefully to discover the secret to rekindle the flames of the cinders.

The cinder puts his stone hand on his steeds head, reconnecting with it, mentally promising it blood and a fresh meal soon. He looks to the ever rising moon, waiting for the first sign of the portal.

(I'm gonna say that Lorwyn and Shadowmoor are the same plane, but not the same. Two sides of the same coin if you will.)

(let's have them be like kamigawa and it's spirit side, you just have to know how to switch between them)

As the Darksteel Colossus Walked its way down the beach its feet fell into dents in the metallic ground where it always stepped. It walked it's way down into the Glimmering Sea of liquid metal. The quicksilver sea the Vedalkan called it. Aptly so as it was literally filled with the stuff, poisonous to humans ans vedalken alike, only the strange metallic beings swimming in it could survive there for long.

Now up to it's armpits His travel had made it to the deepest part of its journey. Ahead of him He could see the HoverGuard flying around the lumingrid, a wide shallow pool of Blue mana teaming with magic and secrets. High above he could see the Darksteel tower and surrounding it several smaller towers. A Pair of HoverGuards came near him, Like tiny men suspended by large tin foil balloons, they checked his travel arrangements and then waved him on to the nexus point. He nodded politely, these silent drones always gave him the creeps truth be told. He had heard these things where once humans, but he waved the thought aside for now.

The Golem's Large feet pounded the ground with its immense weight as it came out of the 'water' and neared the Nexus point. the ground here held its shape for it was made of sterner stuff than that near his home. He didn't have long to wait as what few travelers where departing today took their place and vanished into the AEther. As his turn came the Golem was stood at the center and the Crackling blue energy Engulfed them all. He was disoriented for a moment but then his vision cleared and he found himself in the bustling world nexus, center of all the Multiverse. Travelers from every plane and in every shape hurried about. He set his Creature in motion again, heading for the usual place.

(Exactly. Sounds good.)

{{I am ignoring the so called 'rules' of RP, since there are no definitive rules to how role plays are done. The following is how I RP, and if you don't like it then fine, I'll leave. Take it or leave it, it's the usual manner of forum based role playing anyways.}}

Roaming across the silent landscape of the plain, Alturus wiped the sweat from his brow. It was a heady sunny day, the bright beams of ultra violet rays beating his dark tanned skin into submission. As a barbarian of the tundra plains to the north, Alturus was not used to such weather.

“I must proceed..” the barbarian quietly whispered, realising his only choice lay in reaching the upcoming town. Letting a hand wander to the goatskin water sac on his hip, the Barbarian realised his supply was running low. There was little more than a couple of mouthfuls left, enough for maybe two hours.

Struggling on, Alturus kept his marching pace up. One step every three seconds, the standard speed of his tribe’s war march. Returning his hand to the handle of the bow he carried, the barbarian grinned in pleasure. He still had his yew bow. A composite structure of yew, rawhide and bone, allowing him to fire one of the fifty arrows in his quiver up to three hundred yards away. For a barbarian brought up on axe and sword-craft, that was no small accomplishment.

Looking towards the horizon, Alturus let out a cry of relief. At last, he could see the feint structures of the outpost. What ever its name, or its allegiance, Alturus cared not. So long as there was water and food to be had, and a man to sell a sword arm to, the barbarian would be happy. He had been lurking in this land alone since the out-borders of Mirrodin. Soon, his journey would be over…

(like I say in mine, instant replies are just the default. Paragraphs are a given in any good instant reply RP. What is important is if you are willing to make a post every three minutes or so to hold a conversation or a battle with another player. You might also want to start in dominaria, since I'm heading there anyway and the planet of mirrodin is made out of metal and therefore really doesn't match your story. I will take you up on your offer however. I am out of time now but I will edit my posts tonight and put in some details for you to savor. In the meanwhile you should talk to magiclad about getting your character.)

The city of Ravnica. Concrete jungles that touched the very skies. The only remains of earth at all were those of the far outreaches a place called the badlands. Useless and worthless stretches of red dessert and dotted with nomadic tribes of Gruul.
The city itself was endless monuments of culture and stone. A vast world that saw the blended unison and clash of several cultures. This was Ravnica, the city of Guilds. It was here when the planet was young that ten cultures rallied together and became the Guilds that now governed the endless cityscape. Each fulfilling important roles.
For ten thousand years we have been at war, for ten thousand years we have each fought for our right to beat the wealth of Ravnica on our shoulders. My home... is the home of the Church.
Orzhov wield the two most powerful weapons, with our right we uplift the blade of wealth. In our left the blade of faith, we are the only truth. The only truth I have ever known...

*Hollow as he was refferred to had wandered the Ghost Corner. He was unique in many facts, a promising tutor of the dual arts the Orzhov offered. Of all the fused magic, their harmony was rivaled only by the Izzet. That is why he was returned to finish his training. Now he was one of the most promising students of the Church. Their poster child as it were. Though he wasn't the most powerful nor cunning of even his peers, he had potential that had him uplifted to others attention. Most importantly he was ruthless, a cold hearted fighter. That is why the Church dealings loved him, on the surface they never showed. Least not while he was alive that is.
Unfortunately death takes away a lot of the personality, he is more just there floating about. Until the council gives him an order he just thinks... sits about and thinks.*
".... A Ecumenopolis."

*Krrl had fled from the terrors once and for all...
And so the exhausted creature sat in the cool, alien cavern...though somehow reminiscent of the hellish jungle he had known as how for far too long. There was something odd about this cave, it noted, much more than just nostalgia. The floor...Krrl huffed at the ground with his snout, then whirred, his spider-like jaws twitching with the taste...He...that's what the noisy, dangerous ones called him...'He...the miracle of old-flesh...Krrl.' He shuddered slightly as he remembered the noisy one that had so long stood beside him. It did not have a gender, like 'him.' Though...for some odd reason..Krrl -knew- she...yes 'she' thought of herself as his opposite...and thats why the noisy ones took her. 'She' was too quiet, like him. She was too much like him to be his opposite for them to like her. She was quiet where the were loud. Krrl knew very little...but at least he knew how to make himself look like he fit in.
He didn't know what to do. This place didn't smell like oil. He didn't know what he would eat, where he would hunt, what he would need to be afraid of. The creature looked at the depressingly dull metal that he sat on. He had once...when he was with her...he had looked like one of them. They didn't mind, because they were trying to learn from him. Otherwise, if he had tried to be -different-, they'd would've taken him, just like they did with his...My mate...he was ashamed to call it by the terms of something he knew he was not...something he knew She had loathed...it was part of their dogma. Hatred. Krrl didn't know hatred. He had known Chy'lm, but then he took her. He had known fear, and he was still afraid...but now, more than ever...he felt...confused.
He looked so odd...he had been...
Beautiful...Chy'lm...she....called it beautiful...me...
And yet here he was...degenerating into the stupid beast he knew himself to be. The noisy ones...they had known beauty, too. But his once pale, lovely flesh, almost completely like that of the Newts was growing its black-purple armor back to flank his chin, his once perfectly arranged, pearly teeth now reduced to two, jagged claw-like teeth, a series of other jaws brooding behind them. He grunted, his voice more a rattle than anything human. In fury, he slammed a crimson tipped, three-fingered claw into the steel, making it screech and spark horribly. Krrl crawled nearly like an ape along the ground, his dexterous lower arms still trying to reform from the catastrophe of the last shift, looking like those of a fetal zombie. There was a corpse there...he had known since he came out the portal. It was of flesh...almost like him..He loped over to the thing, and shrieked horribly at it, why he did not know. Something in him demanded that he do it. He stopped, looking directly in the creature's face. It was rotting...not falling apart, or deconstructing...rotting. He nudged the withered form. It was almost like...He looked around, his vision blurry from the pain of the tearing thoughts inside him. Like her. He took of the clothing of the creature, though only the large, blanket-like one fit him, and loosely at that. He looked in the steel again. He looked like an outcast of the noisy ones...or a damned Crawlerspawn...though he may as well have been. Abandoning his self-obsession in favor of his hunger, he followed his nose to what must've been a Furnace, for nothing else could produce such blasted heat and wind...though he would have to act in order to see..

A flash in the eternal night sky causes the hill the cinder stands on to light up. Only thinking it a falling star, the cinder continues on with his beast, stroking its snout. Another flash follows shortly after, but this time, a gap forms in time and space. The portal opens upon the Void, the twisting ever-changing static that fills the space between the planes. A tunnel shoots out from the portal, towards Dominaria. What takes an eternity lasts only a few seconds for the cinder, as the swamps of Urborg come into view.

I suppose this is the path to another plane... Well, well. I wonder what wonders I can find, maim, torture, and extinguish?

The cinder mounts his steed, sword sheathed, spear in hand. He kicks the giant bat's flanks, and it rises into the air, flying towards the portal. As the knight and his flying mount approach, they seem to stretch out, ever thinner, to accommodate the nonexistence of the Void. As they pass the threshold of the portal, a voice whispers in the cinder's ear. "good hunting Obsidian, child of flame, rock and smoke." Obsidian's last thought before the million years it takes to cross the Void would be Who the hell was tha...

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Styx flew through the sky, his powerfull wings propelling him along faster than any horse-nearly as fast as a dragon, his thoughs however, blurred along as he though of how he could destabalize the lands of man-living day-in, day-out in a mindless daze..it was a wonder they'd ever survived at all..but, it seems in the time those holyer than thou priests had bound him beneath the earth, the pitifull man-creatures had craved empires for themselves..
He wondered, momentarilly if those same men and women were still alive, it would be nice to...visit them, but no, he mentally scolded himself, up-ending reality would be more interesting than anything his twisted mind could think of, if slightly harder.
He scanned the horizon, wondering what sort of allieshe might have in his quest for oblivion.

Beneath the stone jungle that was Ravnica there was a deep and complex network of sewers and tunnels. This is where Avric was. Waiting at watching for a contact, he would be reciveing his instructions from an agent of the Dimmir Guild. Avric's contact was running late and if he wasn't here in two minutes Avric would leave, consequences be damned. The alloted two minutes came and went. Avric left his postition at the intersection of two of the major waterways that wound underneath Ravnica. Avrc back tracked to where he had entered. As of now he was wearing the guise of a young man, about twenty two. He Waled few miles and and found what he was looking for, a small grate. He pulled it open, sliped though and pulled the grate down, back over his head

Adrian walked through the dark streets of Ravnica, he started to cut corners by going through alleyways as he didn't want to get close to anyone, he didn't want to cause a scene by killing someone for their blood.

The Tolarian Acadamy, home of the Nexus. He had always enjoyed being here, the home of Urza. His Expertise and wares always appreciated. For now though he needed to see about getting a room. The crowds here were thick with creatures of every shape size and description. The world nexus allowed travelers from all over the universe entry to Dominaria. With his giant black metal companion however he had no problems getting his path cleared. No, the trouble was how slow he had to go to avoid stepping on people.

Finally Getting the Golem with his back to a high wall, the Vedalken allowed it to stop. He wrapped his cloak around himself and dove from the shoulder of the Titan. The air whipped past him as he fell before finally swooping up and landing by one of the enormous metal feet. He had always found the ability to fly most handy, especially with a toy as large as this one. He motioned for the Arcbound to get to work moving the boxes of wares. Their Crackling bodies of scrap clambered up and down the sides with the heavy boxes, neatly stacking them at the base.

From one of the larger boxes he pulled out folded cloth and poles, which, with several deft movements of his hands, he transformed into a sales stand. He whistled a happy tune as he set up his wares for sale.

(( i am not sure if i post here as there dosnt seem to be any character maker thread for me to post this in, if im in the wrong place please forgive me))

Name: Gazuldran Horror of the Sixth Sphere
Gender: Male
Creature Type: Horror Avatar
History: Gazuldran was a planes walker and Priest of Cosi. after having a near death experience at a vampire assassin from Guul Draz he had learned he had the spark and it had ignited. he was now a planes walker. using this new found ability he traveled the planes spreading the word of Cosi and healing any sick he found but of course with new lands comes new predators. traveling to Domminaria he got set to work on curing a rather violent plauge not knowing what plane he was on he didnt know what threat it posed. after months of devising a cure for the plauge all went dark.

he awoke in the room and black horrors roamed the room and half men half machine guards with vile looking weapons wandered around the doors guarding.
"so you have awoken" a voice came from the darkness of a corner. Gazuldran turns to look at his captor to see a human male, with a robotic arm he smiled visiously.
"you have the spark? you are a planeswalker. our master will have need of someone like you.... but first you must acept yourself to Gix"
Gazuldran cried out "no! Cosi will protect me from your vile torturous methods" but it wasnt enough he spat in the mans face.
the man wiped his face with his robitc arm and scowled. grasping Gazuldran's neck he began to crush the life out of him "you will not comply. so you will be sent to the Sixth circle and be remade. as a phyrexian congradulations. you have just lost your spark" and with that Gazuldran's lief faded away.

"wake up and serve" a sickly voice was heard. he awoke and looked at his arms. they seemed normal but under them were two robotic arms. and it looks liek he had wings from a dragon sewn to him....but they seemed to work he looks to a small man who grinned evily at him.
"you no longer serve Cosi, you serve Gix and our lord you will spread the plauge you fought so hard to cure in his name"
it made sense to him now. the threat he tried to fight off was a plauge from phyrexia, and he was now one of them....but in his mind it seemed right he tried to make sense of it all but he coulding. he wanted to kill now. not to protect.
"i will lead and i will corrupt. and i will kill" he said damming his soul to corruption. he had no choice. he wasnt Gazuldran priest of Cosi. he was now Gazuldran Horror of the Sixth sphere.

Color(s): Black and White
Enhancement(s): Regeneration, Flying, Double strike
Artifact(s): Unscythe Killer of Kings (im im not allowed that then Basalisk Collar)