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Post by drallore on Dec 1, 2019 21:39:26 GMT
The call to the various guilds of Ravnica has finally been answered. Various representatives of each guild have swarmed the halls of the scorbringe in the center of Ravnica. This hall is considered neutral grounds, to be respected by all 9 guilds. No guild has any more jurisdiction or immunity to the law here, even the very azorious members who congregated to create its laws. Upon your arrival, you each would find various friends, and plenty more foes, who are equally concerned of whatever this "imposing threat" is, or why it must be held in such secrecy. Nontheless, you are here, and free to mingle amongst yourselves, or sit in the corner and plot, until the speaker has taken his spot at the pedistel
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Post by Trixander on Dec 2, 2019 3:11:01 GMT
While Morden was not the most observant, anyone with half a brain could recognize that every guild representative here was a Planeswalker. It wasn’t every day that this many Planeswalkers were gathered in one spot; Morden was about to be a part of a historical gathering. That also meant that everyone here was incredibly powerful.
The artificer didn’t let the thought of competition shake him. He was Morden Sharp after all: artificer, sorcerer, and most of all Planeswalker. The fact that he could travel the Multiverse was not the only reason he was chosen. He adjusted his jacket and pulled out an artifact creature from within it, a miniature Ornithopter that he made himself. Giving it a burst of electrical energy, it fluttered to life, hovering a foot in front of Morden’s face.
“Take to the sky and find a spot with a good view. We are going to want to look over this meeting later.” It probably wasn’t necessary, but Morden thought that there should be a recording of this momentous meeting. He also wanted to see if the the legendary Dimir guild sent a representative in secret. He then surveyed the room and tried to pick out who was sent by Rakdos and Gruul. Morden wanted to avoid them if at all possible, as they were prone to destroying his artifacts. Instead he walked over to the Planeswalker who was obviously sent by Selesnya--a large tree-like creature.
Morden wasn’t exactly sure if he could shake its hand, so he offered a short wave as a greeting. “Hey, you were sent by Selesnya, right? How have the gardens held up?” As part of a project to help ease tensions between Izzet and Selesnya, the Izzet guild offered to build large indoor botanical gardens. The first one had just finished construction. Hopefully they liked it, otherwise this would be a painfully awkward conversation.
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Post by drallore on Dec 2, 2019 3:41:16 GMT
Morden is able to notice that the Rakdos seems to have sent The Vampiric Tenor Kabrul, one who has been a notoriously beautiful leader of the Sieten Company Players, and seldom does much with his talents as a Planeswalker other than enhance his macabre and entrancing performances. Beside him appears to be a demon child. It's hard to tell if the child is a demon or a tiefling, but Morden wouldn't know who the child was. Kabrul seems to be content off on the sideline, ignoring all around him while reading from a small red book while the child seems to be chasing a bird, tossing flames at it in some attempt to cook it mid air. Amongst the Gruul planeswalkers, there stands Nugrok, a boar beast warrior of intense destruction. He leads his own clan of large barbaric warriors who spend most of their time smashing any and every new building, ravine, school, orphanage, effigy, or cabbage cart they happen upon. Morden may know him better for the large amount of conflict Nugrok has been part of with various Boros warriors, or that one time he got his head stuck in a hole in a wall.
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Post by Joltz on Dec 2, 2019 6:05:29 GMT
Helga had just come from her conversation with Tomik and was still a little shaken. She had never been to the halls of the scorbringe before, although due to her state of mind, she wasn't paying that much attention to her surroundings when being escorted through the hallways, to the main hall. During that walk she picked herself up and got herself together. There were going to be plenty of high level planeswalkers beyond the door, that was the entrance to the main hall, so she couldn't be seen as a frightened puppy by those who may become her peers.
She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and put on her golden smile. "Let's do this."
The doors opened, and already there were plenty of representatives. She walked through the room with a stern pace, giving a friendly nod to whomever made eyecontact with her. As she reached the other side of the room, she turned, smiled, and said quite loud yet jovially: "Can't we get a drink around here? I'm sure you have some gin stacked away between the nooks and crannies ..."
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Post by drallore on Dec 2, 2019 6:22:18 GMT
From behind Helga comes the faint cackling of an assortment of bones and armor jittering across the floor, and slowling manifesting into a disturbing creature with three heads. The Skeletal abomination towers over the girl, lumbering at around 7 feet and 8 inches. Its various heads circle her curiously, intimidating in mere presence, yet somehow not hostile. Before it returns to a neutral stance, it suddenly pulls a summoning card from within it's ribcage, and suddenly, there appears a gothic cup filled with some sort of black liquid that has the faint hint of rum, and a number of indecipherable appalling stenches. "aN OffErinG ofF K!nde$s b1aCkenED one. Wh!l3 De@th ShaaltT N0t Com3 ImmEdIAtlee, Re$t aSsur3d mI BleSSeD conC0ctiOn Shaall BrinG u EveR clOser to S@nctuAry"He offers you the cup with a proper bow. "i Am GhoT, deAr SquiRE. aND u Are HelGA?"
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Post by Joltz on Dec 2, 2019 13:04:43 GMT
Helga turns her body to meet the skeletal creature. In just a flash, she stands frozen in her boots from the intimidating presence of Goth. Although Helga quickly reads his body language as meaning no harm, and relaxes. She takes the cup in her hands and stares at it, then back at the skeleton, then back at the cup. She doesn't even have to bring her nose close to it, in order to know that she's noooooot touching that with her lips.
"While I'm flattered by the gesture, I'm more of a gin-girl, though very kind of you indeed." She says with a bubbly tone, and winks, as she places the cup on a table next to her. "My name is Helga, yes. It's a pleasure to make the acquaintance Goth." With confidence, she reaches out her hand to shake his, despite it being a little confusing as to which head to look at while they circle around.
"Even though assumptions are typically quite dangerous to make, am I right in assuming that you're part of the Golgari Swarm?"
Charm Roll c2lH2GhE6d6
Intuition Roll to gain clues about his disposition against her or Orzhov & to gage the truthfulness of his answer 5d6 6d6·5d6
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Post by spikehed on Dec 2, 2019 13:50:01 GMT
The Sentinel stood motionless for a moment. The buzz of activity was almost overwhelming. So many different beings all mingling together. One thing they had in common was they all seemed to speak a great deal more than Romil was accustomed to. He knew the exact reason, most of his kind were mere summoned beings, meant to be given direction and stand in battle. There wasn't much need to converse with them.
The Dryads had been wise to recognize his lack of socialization, pushing him toward attending this gathering as their representative. He wondered if they were attempting to improve his skills, or simply did not desire to attend such a chaotic event themselves. His thoughts were interrupted as a man addressed him directly.
Looking down through the armored mask as the man produced some kind of artificial device to do his bidding, Romil groaned. Still, it wouldn't do to make a scene or appear rude. He was actually quite surprised that the man would even make an approach. He nodded slowly to the man's question. "They grow well, but require continual tending. The wilds detest attempts to contain their growth."
Romil was distracted from the question by the bird in duress. He took two lumbering steps forward and held out a hand to shelter the poor creature from the wicked child's flames. The branches that protruded from Romil's masked head made a perfect sanctuary. Even a Rakdos wouldn't be fool enough to send a flame at a Selesnya Sentinel in such a gathering.
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Post by drallore on Dec 2, 2019 17:19:34 GMT
One of Ghot's skulls lightly bites down on helga's hand in a sort of gothic attempt at a handshake. It seems Ghot is pleased with Helga's demeanor (successful charm roll. You charmed a multi skulled anathema, good for you). Helga senses no hostility from Ghot. He appears to be quite sincere, kind, and innocent. While his speech and movements may be dreadfully slow, he does appear to have his own bit of puppy like charm to him. One of his heads drinks the liquid while the other focuses on speaking to Helga.
"Yess . . . Gh0t iS of Th3 sWarM. B-b-bleeS5inGs uPon Yor hOU53 mIsS HelGA. ThE Sw@rm iS quiTE En@m0rED wiTh yoR E5cAp@deS thUs Faar"
The bird Romil catches chirps gleefully in his protection, while the demonic child growls and (unsuccessfully) attempts to leap up towards the bird to take it from Ramil's grasp.
"Hey!! HEEEEY!! I was playing with that! Give it back you dirt eater!"
The child's flailing seems to have caught the attention of Kabrul, who gives an agitated sigh as he comes over to restrain the little hellian by yanking the child away from Romil by the ear. Luckily, demons have large pointed ears, so there was plenty to work with. The Child continues his tantrum while Kabrul maintains a calm and content demeanor, as to be expected from such a stoic member of the Rakdos clan.
"My apologies gentleman. The Rakdos clan may be the pinnacle of entertainment, but has a noticeably minute supply of well behaved brats at its disposal. I do hope you'll forgive this little cretin's antics."
He provides a polite bow to Ramil and Morden respectfully.
"Quite the congregation wouldn't you say? Why I wouldn't be too surprised to see a full on war break out before we even get to the appetizers"
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Post by spikehed on Dec 2, 2019 18:25:10 GMT
Romil tilted it's head slightly at the child's outburst. While the tone was obviously meant to insult, the words did not make sense to him. "I can no more eat dirt than you can drink air..."
He returned the inclination of the head from Kabrul with a raised arm to his chest. A silent acceptance of the apology and a form of salute that did not require the movement of his head, as to not disturb the perch of his new passenger.
"Do you know who called this meeting turned possible war in the waiting?" The glowing eyes shifted between the Izzet artificer and Rakdos vampire.
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Post by Joltz on Dec 2, 2019 19:25:55 GMT
"Blessed I am indeed." She smiles at Ghot. Helga has been in plenty negotiations with people who have tried to use her past against her, which has bolstered her against it potentially being flustering. Although this skeletal man seems to be honestly happy about people dying. "Ah well Golgari gonna Golgari I guess <inner shrug>."
"You're quite the gentleman Ghot. And you seem to know a fair deal about me already, so let us even the scales, be it just for a little." She looks at him innocently. "What would you say is your proudest achievement?"
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Post by drallore on Dec 2, 2019 21:09:07 GMT
Kabrul responded
"Likely Art Fernard of azorious. The uptight little gnome generally had his hand in every serious business within the central plaza"
The child eventually frees himself from Kabruls grasp, points his tongue at Romil, and immediately runs off.
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Ghot ponders for a bit
"Perhaps . . . No . . . The first revival . . . Yes . . . When we became ghot. Fused from soil . . . Joined through the hive. Much happy"
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Post by raventhefree on Dec 3, 2019 1:08:59 GMT
Rasalas did not consider himself prideful, but in this moment, he was certainly proud.
In a room filled with members of the other guilds, his heart swelled. He had been in the Boros Legion for what felt like only months, though in truth he had been a member for almost a year, and this was the first time that he believed with conviction that they saw his potential. The Legion wouldn't send someone they felt was incompetent to represent them at this type of event; Huvorlig, despite not being a Planeswalker, was proof of that.
As he and Huvorlig entered the main hall, Rasalas quelled the warm feelings in his chest to get a good look around. As usual, the diversity of Ravnica astonished him. When he was a cub, he would entertain himself by trying to guess what guild people were from when he saw them in the street. They all looked so distinct to him then, and in truth, that hadn't changed. Today, though, he was less mesmerized by the discord between the guilds. As it was, seeing Nugrok put Rasalas on edge. While he had never been in direct conflict with the boor before, Rasalas had heard stories of other members of the Legion dealing with the fallout from Nugrok and his escapades.
Keeping some of his attention focused on Nugrok, Rasalas forced himself to observe the rest of the hall dutifully. There were a number of unlikely pairings starting to form, with a Orzhov ending up in conversation with a Golgari and what looked like an Izzet--or maybe a Simic, Rasalas seemed to always guess wrong--approaching a member of the Selesnya. Even more interesting yet, it appeared that the elder Rakdos was trying to keep the younger from causing too much trouble.
"What a sight," Rasalas commented passively to Huvorlig as he adjusted his uniform. While he was here on behalf of the Boros, it would have been rude not to wear his military attire to such an important event, even if it was uncomfortable. "If a fight breaks out, are we to step in?"
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Post by Trixander on Dec 3, 2019 1:23:13 GMT
“That is good to hear. Nobody in all of Ravnica is more capable of tending to the gardens than the Conclave,” Morden said earnestly. “In Esper, the plane where I grew up, there were no forests. There was hardly any plant life at all. Now that I have seen the bountiful growth fostered here in Ravnica, the thought of being without it makes me sad.” Though he knew next to nothing about plantlife, the flora here in Ravnica had become something of a fascination for Morden.
When the little imp creature ran up from behind Morden, he cringed a little instinctively. So much about the boy reminded him of the goblin bombardiers in Izzet. Of course, Izzet’s goblins were probably ten times smarter than this little devil child.
“Oh, Artie arranged this little get together? That’s perfect,” Morden attempted to hide his disappointment. The aforementioned goblins may have had a bit of an incident in the plaza recently. That would probably explain why Morden was the only one sent by Izzet.
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Post by drallore on Dec 3, 2019 5:21:21 GMT
Huvorlig made the earth beneath her quake with each step. She admired how such a ferocious warrior could turn into a cute kitten when he was excited.
"It would technically be best to stay out of it, and allow the members of Azorious to keep tabs on who needs to be punished later. However, if you were to bust a few delinquents down for disruptive behavior, I'd probably be too distracted to actually witness it."
Huvorlig made sure to give some proper greetings to members of the Azorious and Simic guilds, and a proper glare to Nugrok. The two apparently grew up and trained together as children, and since have developed quite different philosophies on morality. Yet here they respected each other's personal space, and at least claimed to agree to not instigate any sort of fight. Only time will tell if that will be true or not.
Kabrul chuckles
"His paranoia knows no bounds. Truly a pinnacle of delusion. I highly doubt whatever he believes is so terrible will prove to bear fruit."
Kabrul sizes Morden up and down.
"You're of the Izzet guild correct> Morden I believe. Pray tell, would you have any interest in being involved in my little company? I've been hoping to add a few pyrotechnics in our upcoming performance, Elina, and the Follies of Mortals. Magnificient bit of tragedy. Live sacrifices every show, yet I still feel like it lacks a certiain "pop". Metaphors can only provide a logic, but spectacle is what gets them to listen"
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Post by Joltz on Dec 3, 2019 6:33:46 GMT
Ghot ponders for a bit "Perhaps . . . No . . . The first revival . . . Yes . . . When we became ghot. Fused from soil . . . Joined through the hive. Much happy" "That does sound special indeed. A strong community you have through the hive, all be it non conventional in the world that I'm from." Helga nods with soft compassionate eyes. "What about after you became Ghot? What do you do for the hive?" She is genuinely curious as to what drives this kind creature.
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Post by drallore on Dec 3, 2019 12:46:32 GMT
"Ghot brings singularity. Ghot brings the lost to the hive, and creates congregation. Be it through the sewer or the cup, ghot shall make unity"
From her own intuition, Helga can tell that ghot sees death as an extremely positive affair, and perhaps has performed more murders than the azorious or boros would appreciate
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Post by Joltz on Dec 3, 2019 13:43:50 GMT
Helga takes a moment to think, and then lowers her voice. "We're all here gathered, which is quite extraordinary, but we're here gathered with a common fear, the rumors of our imminent collective destruction. Now, you'll have to forgive me for my lack of dealings with Golgari in the past, and there-associated-with lack of understand of your culture." She pauses. "So just for my understanding, would this rumored destruction help you achieve your goals?"
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Post by spikehed on Dec 3, 2019 13:53:58 GMT
There was a great groaning from the elemental at Kabrul's mention of sacrifices. It sounded similar to a massive oak straining in the winds of a storm. Yet, Romil addressed this Morden instead when actually speaking. "I would like to see this Esper. Natural life is nothing if not adaptable, when left to it's own devices. Please excuse me."
He gave one last look toward the vampire. There was no expression to be seen within the wooden faceplate, but the glowing eyes seemed to dim slightly. Perhaps a narrowed gaze. Romil departed with surprising grace and fluidity of motion, at least when compared to the regular elemental constructs of the Conclave.
He kept a hand up to calm the bird as he walked through the crowd, pausing near the two Boros warriors. Touching his hand to his chest again in a greeting similar to a salute, the groaning expression reverberated through the body again. Lighter this time, less of a distress and more whimsical.
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Post by Trixander on Dec 3, 2019 15:46:10 GMT
“I’m afraid that I will have to turn down your offer. I am not exactly versed in the performing arts,” or the sacrificial arts for that matter. “Although, I can pass the invitation along to some fellow guildmates I know that may be interested. They are quite skilled in pyrotechnics.” Goblins wouldn’t mind blowing things up, be it themselves or others.
After the giant tree man left Morden couldn’t help but glance around. So Azorius was running the show here. This delay before starting was purposeful, Morden thought. They wanted everyone to get to know each other before commanding them to work together. Knowing the Azorius, they would probably group everyone in a way that they think is right. Everyone fitting together just so, like cogs in a machine. Morden was certain that it would work out exactly as planned.
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Post by drallore on Dec 4, 2019 15:26:13 GMT
Ghot ponders
"Perhaps . . . Maybe?. . . Hmmm no. Calamity makes hard to gather remnants. Can't get best parts. Can't congregate. Need organization"
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