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located in Phyrexian Grassland, a part of The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard, one of the many universes on RPG.

Phyrexian Grassland

Vast plains of grass and large fields were the norm at one point here near Kerris, but after a game with a Demon Lord the Phyrexian Grasslands are withered and barren waste-lands devoid of all but a tiny almost village area home to The Nameless.

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Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis
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As he had stared at what had become of his shovel the world around him paused. He barely even registered what Myon was saying as she prepared to face down the cruel visage of his father. His mind had gone blank for all but a moment but in to him that moment was an eternity. Staring down at the headless shovel which served as the centerpiece of his guilt ridden existence he couldn't even form a thought to properly convey the emotion which struck him there. Too melancholy to be fury yet too hot and fiery to be despair. It could only be described as having his reason to exist and press onward struck down. As much as his desire of revenge filled him with wrath there was simply no point to it. What use would destroying this phantom be? Now that his shovel was destroyed he would still have failed his ancestors no matter how much revenge he exacts from it.

Before any real conscious thought could take place it had all vanished. The pedestal set out in the black void vanished around him leaving only the room he came into. This room had obviously suffered the wages of time which was probably why he had the room concealed in the illusion in the first place. That and of course to separate them from each other, all the other members now present along with him. He knew this was all an illusion and yet the level which it worked to try and confuse him into believing it was real ran deep. He was actually confused for a moment as he looked around, seeing each of the other members, most of which were still bound to their seats, their eyes following unseen images.

He turned his eyes back to his shovel, it's head still well secured to it's handle. If the intensity with which he stared at the shovels head actually generated heat of any kind he would of melted a greater portion of the Nameless headquarters with it. He placed his hand upon it, pressing to see if it really was there. The resistance his gloved hand was met with confirmed it's corporeality. It was all just an illusion...


“You are done. Welcome to the Nameless, I am Aizen."

He turned his dark gaze from his shovel up to the speaker. Aizen, the leader of the Nameless. Already did Pravus dislike the man. First he summoned him into some contest without any knowledge of what exactly he was being thrown into then an army attacks them. He would of bore no ill will over such an occurrence had Aizen not interfered in his duty by whisking him away from the field of battle, leaving the bodies of those who died unburied. Aizen had proven himself a character not to be trusted already and now he's gone even further to fan Pravus's ire.

His face could not be seen behind his mask which was probably for the best. His grimace pulled his mouth tightly shut, his brow well furrowed. He did not respond to Aizen's confirmation of their success. He would not speak to Aizen. There was nothing left that Aizen had to say to him which would agitate anything more than a nod of confirmation. Pravus's disdain for this person was great, that was true, but he would not allow his emotions to get the better of him. Pravus still had a shovel, he still had a purpose, a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of his ancestors and finish his duty. The bodies that still lay back upon the field he fought on needed to be buried. If he were to lash out or spurn Aizen then it was highly conceivable that he'd find his chance at getting back to the battlefield much less likely.


"That was quite an interview Master Aizen. If that was the entrance exam, then this guild must be fairly strong. What of the others?"

He looked over to see Aera free of the magic which entrapped them as well. He was puzzled by this girls attitude. Had she not just confronted her inner demons as I had? If she had then clearly they weren't very strong as she seems to be almost completely unphased by the test we were just put through. It was strange to him to say the least.

"Pravus, you're ok right? I want to thank you for stopping that shovel before it killed me. It wouldn't have been a pretty sight... I vow to return the favor someday. If you'll allow me to fight by your side that is."

She extended her hand to him. He nodded to her, accepting her offer to fight alongside him and shook her hand. Despite her bizarre absence of trauma she held no blame in what transpired. She had fought alongside him in the mental ring they were trapped in, just as much a prisoner as he was. He wasn't going to speak, even to her right now as any word spoken would be corrupted by his current state of mind. Though the injury was great, the damage this test had done to him was one of the few kinds that would heal in time. For now, a handshake would have to suffice.