PREVIOUSLY ON THE FLAKE THREAD:
SHiiiiitPoooostIInnnng. It happened in droves. Color theory got explained. Kos is Kozilek. The Disney adventures of DIOMEDES, Ivander, and Deka continue. Lore was discussed kinda. New flakes are cool flakes (and have been added to the drive). Shenanigans in feels land https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM . Some people want to write with other people.
Writefagging:
Gaia and Namiri (we finally get Worldshaper teatime) >>47067224 and >>47069240
Not sure what this is (Diomedes maybe?) >>47073157 >>47073387
REMINDER:
If you want ANYTHING to go in the repo, just summon me. Otherwise I will only put writefagging and sheets in the repo.
Also, I added the blank template to the ALL FLAKESHEETS folder.
To summon me simply say
>OP OP, I SUMMON THEE. PLACE THIS FILE IN THE REPOSITORY.
And I will come.
>Current Repository
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bwl7IuoVRkFxUDZRVGVfQ1BDbm8
>>47073433
Old thread
>>47041089
What was a man without a cause?
The rising water continued on as it had ceaselessly for thirty days past, and would continue on for thirty days or even more. Long ago had the plains and forests given way to oceans, and now the mountain they climbed was little more than an island peaking from stormy waves. Each day they climbed higher and higher, where the air grew thin and the temperature frigid. Their guide lead the way with his shield held high to shield them from each danger. Wheat on their back froze, and every passing wind threatened to wipe away what little flames still yet flamed.
Now exhaustion claimed them, and they were forced to pause at a plateau. No more rich, nor poor. Only the old, the cold, and the tired. The sick, the weak, those who could go no more. Among them stood one apart, who waited between two boulders further down on the path. Rain steaked down his helm as the figure stood alone in his silent vigil. Rain drops soaked him to the bone, the wind howling at his cape. Raw flesh exposed to the elements yet heedless of his limits. A foreigner that took them to the mountains, to safety, he exhorted them further upwards until their fragile frames could go no further. Bronze skin colored only by the distant firelight and strikes of lightning in the sky gave away his origin that his hidden face could not.
Stone grey eyes looked out into the storm with a challenge. Let the water rise, I dare you. Now it lapped at his sandal born feet, yet in the hour past rose no further. In the storm he stood as a sentry against the dark night sky tirelessly. they said it was the will of the gods. A force of nature that could not be beaten. Yet there he stands as the gate keeper in their camp. Beyond, his imagine he sees a Kraken beyond his scope. A furious creature given form by the endless waterfall's fury. With each cold drop he feels the icy grip it has on his heart, but refuses to give up. For them, he will not break.
What is a man without a cause?
How can Ugin be a planeswalker if he's a ghost?
>>47063014
This is too sad for me.
>Zix looks at the old man
>Will's eyes are glassy and distant.
>"Who the fuck is Timothy? Niggah, I'm a goblin."
>>47073554
He's not, he's very much alive - otherwise he kind of wouldn't have left a corpse or need to be prevented from dying. The Spirit in 'Spirit Dragon' is not literal
What is a hero without his legend?
The harpy- no girl- followed him to each plane. What was he to her? A teacher? His hands had held nothing but weapons. The only thing he knew how to read was a map. A father? Family was all he had for so long, yet the hoplite knew nothing of how to return the love. the word was as foreign as Meletis to him. Something known of, yet unsure of how to proceed towards. She was a complication, a new event unplanned for and unexpected.
Where glory demanded, he went and she followed. He taught her of legends, and of faith. How Iroas was all that mattered, and how Heliod was powerful and for that alone could be counted on. How pride was doom and failure, and victory and struggle the fruit upon which life bloomed. He taught her to be an Akroan and to stand by her shield brothers. To battle in His name, not his. To feast on the strong and protect the weak. This was what he knew.
Yet she made him weak. The struggles beyond grew scarce, for he could not go knowing she would follow. Worse, came the worries. What if he was gone? When the struggle became too great and the man hung from the stars. Once he left, who would care for her? He held back, abstained from the challenges until he was ready and sure to win. No more reckless charges, no true risk. Not until she was gone her own woman. Not until he was mature, and found himself lost without her.
What is a hero without his legend?
>>47073563
I think you meant to post >>47073387
What is a soldier without a war?
Across from him stood a warrior from ages past, when youth and innocence still shined in his eyes. How long had it been since he visited the land of his home? When did the warrior last lay eyes on his mother, his father, his shield brothers? None would have him then, weak and sickly. Now he was feared across the planes, his glory immortal like the minotaur apart him thought himself. Years past since they exhanged spears, and thought the other dead since walking away. Had that beast's legend grown farther? Had the worship or Morgis grown?
It did not matter as they stood apart, weapons raised on the open plains. Mana weaved and magic cast as the hero and villain sprinted at each other. Duck, dive, and dash to the the ground to slip under the monster's guard. Raise your shield to block the crushing blow and protect yourself from black magic. Fight fire with fire, lightning with smiting lightning. There is no challenge, not that he can admit it. The enemy could be like him, but none were like him. None dedicated themselves to fighting, to war so solely. None were so disappointed with their success.
When he walked away and the other limped, there were more questions than answers. Was this what he fought for? Was this his victory?
What was a soldier without a war?
What is a warrior without his glory?
When all were dead, when the challenges amounted to nothing, when the glory faded, here he stood. Rising from his knees as the skeletons and restless dead rampaged past him. On the edge of defeat he looked up at the defiler's eyes and glare. Lips pursed before spitting out blood and defiance in his face. "Not even you may escape death," He was told. Blood and bile stained his teeth. Wounds littered his body like refuse in that city world that knew no green. Each movement left him teetering in his final, greatest struggle. Would he win?
Beyond the failing hearts and pierced lung, monsters raged. How many would die? The ultimate struggle between the perfect warrior and the ultimate survivor. After this, what was left to battle. The gods would flee from him if he survived this day. Death would find him lost as just another name in the tide of the endless hordes. Grey eyes, as cold and lifeless as the stones they were colored after peered upwards that faceless, steely helmet. From, his hands fell his sword and shield; his spear was long ago lost to some monster or another. The earth was stained with his life but he could not find itself with in him able to quit. This was the end, yet there must me more!
First rose his knee, then planted his foot in the ground. "You dare defy me?" The necromancer decried with as much fury as the dying world around them. Then came the knife edge raging down. Caught in his hand, another scar added to countless others to be. He would not lose. He could not lose, for he had already won.
"Even death may die."
What is a warrior without his glory?
>>47073433
>Keep checking hoping my flake makes it into the collage
Someday...
>>47074210
Keep hope alive, Anon.
>>47074299
I only made them recently, I understand the collage cant be updated for every new new jackoff in the blind eternities. But I still long for the day...
"H-hello,"a nervous voice from a nervous young man, skinnier than Anna, greeted her. "My name's Peter, I'm the potter's son." He extended his hand to her.
Anna took it and gave a firm shake, firmer than he expected by the looks of his face. "My name's Anna, I live with Eustace and Marion on their farm." She said as a nicety.
"Oh, well you know, I'm actually Peter Jr. Going to inherit the potter business from my dad once I'm ready.... we like to say that a Peter has been this town's potter for over a hundred years."
Either the boy was terribly awkward or trying to impress her and doing a terrible job of it, either way she didn't care. But tradition demanded she be polite so she gave a slight "oh." in response.
"My great grandpa started the business and gave it to his son who gave it to his son, who's my dad, " Anna began to realize as Peter the Potter talked that oh could be taken as a sign to go on. "And one day he'll give it to me, like I'll give it to my son."
'By Jorge, if he's hitting on me like this.' she thought before becoming confuse by the expression, was that something from her past. "I'm sorry, I just remembered I have business to attend to" she said.
"Maybe I could walk you there?"
"I'm sorry, very private, over there, business." She excused herself and pushed through the crowd as she tried to remember more about that figure of speech.
Having posted my five walker cycle last thread, I decided to post all their art as one and a little bit of story.
In the end, there were five of them. Not the strongest, nor the smartest, but a distinctly strange and specialized company. They were not heroes, not even the ones who wanted to be, either too weak or young or simply too afraid. The others were monsters, or too far gone to understand that they were monsters at all. Death followed them in a land already drowning in it, and with each step into the maddening earth they wrote their stories. This is a tale of want, a tale of duty, a tale of heroes, a tale of honor, and a tale of discovery.
This is a tale of five heroes without a cause.
This, is a tale of the Lost.
>Hey, Zix-anon here. I've been absent a few days and my writefagging has stalled. Here's a short one, to show you I'm not dead.
William was already there when Zix appeared back in his apartment.
"I see you brought a sword. I assume it is crafted from the Helvault?"
Catching his breath, Zix nodded and handed over the blade. William inspected it.
"Good... where's your guide?"
"Left him behind. Had to go in a hurry. He'll be fine."
"He'd better be. I don't know if you could get the Seagate hedron shards without his help. Zendikar isn't much safer than Innistrad."
Zix glared at the old man. "Why can't anything you want be somewhere nice?"
"When can you find Symon again?"
"He'll come here or I'll start searching for him."
William nodded, and started to disappear. "In the meantime, it sounds like you have some visitors."
"Huh?" Zix looked around, then the man was gone. Three sharp knocks at his door.
"Open up! We know you're in there, ironskin! We hear you!"
Zix quietly peered through his keyhole. Goblins. Krenko's. One of them a mage. Not a fight he wanted to be in. The knocks grew more insistent. They were going to break in. He hadn't spent much time here over the past couple months, but it was still a kind of home port to come back to. The kind of place he'd like to have, as a backup plan. All the same, it seemed it was time to leave. He crawled out the small window, sidled over to the ledges outside, and clambered to the rooftops of his district while his front door was smashed down. He ran across the rooftops, eventually deeming himself a safe distance from home. He noticed the surrounding cityfolk's outfits and how they looked at him. He suddenly became very concious of the tattered, unwashed nature of his uniform. Putting his head down and hands in his pockets, he suddenly felt a sizeable amount of coins in addition to his darksteel weighing him down. He smiled to himself. How did that old man do it?
Symon could wait. The next few days he was going to indulge.
>>47069240
>>47069372
I just realized that I portrayed Namiri as being much more impatient than I had intended. I am terribly sorry, and will amend this at your request, Namiri-anon.
This thread isn't allowed to sage so spon.
>>47077536
So spon? What is so spon?
>>47075327
There we go. Ok, I've fixed the story. Again, I'm so sorry, Namiri-anon. I did not mean to so horribly foul up Namiri's character. Hopefully, this is better.
___
Celuêl appraised the woman before her. She was slender, but not frail. Tall, but not overly so. Her dark hair danced gently in the sunlight, suitingly highlighted in the afternoon sun.
“Planeswalker? I thought you had come here with questions?”
Celuêl realized she had taken a few moments too long to answer. This woman had been warm to her, where her subjects had been merely polite (In her younger years, Celuêl might have taken offense to the humans’ treatment since her arrival. But it was not her younger years). She opted to keep the Earth Mother waiting no longer.
“My apologies, Namiri. But your court is so fair, and you yourself so well-placed in it, that I was momentarily entranced, and forgot my manners.”
Here, Celuêl bowed her head slightly, lightly touching the tips of her fingers to her brow, then released her palm outward towards Namiri; an old gesture of respect amongst the Quendi (the Firstborn of her own world). She had made it a habit recently to try and reacquaint herself with her roots. It was why she chose her current form, the same form she had held in her planar-bound life. It gave a sense of simplicity to that which is most complex, and allowed her to see things she had previously missed, such as the worms burrowing in the mud, or the aphids leaping from stalks of grass. She had come to appreciate simplicity in her later years.
>>47079578
>cont'd
“As you have said, I am but a humble traveler. I seek beauty for beauty’s sake, and pursue knowledge where others might see conquest. I mean no harm to your realm, and come in good faith. I saw your world from afar, sensed the life brewing within, and was seized by…well, curiosity.”
Namiri shifted her weight in her throne and propped her elegant chin under an uplifted fist. Was she bored or merely intrigued? No matter, on with the questions.
“I came with no questions prepared, great one. Yet in my time here, I have learned of the Earth Mother, of the Firstborn. Of you. Perhaps, to start negotiations, you could tell me of yourself, and of the role you play here. Why are you called Earth Mother?”
>fin
There we go. Is that better? Your turn to write.
>>47075063
I'm gonna need all those images.
For reasons.Also cool story bruh
Anyone up for telling flake trivia?
>>47079689
This spanish inquisition, but FIRE!
>>47079689
>>47080070
Marau is a huge nerd. The skeleton up top is a necromantic day planner.
>>47079598
>>47080094
Shirou Emiya, but also a tree and without swords or bad writing.
>>47079689
>>47080107
Back to the jack, back to the jack, samurai jack(rabbit).
>>47079899
>Two snowflakes aren't planeswalkers at all.
>Only one Dimir snowflake isn't artifact-centric.
>The majority of Esper flakes, shockingly, come from Esper.
>Vronak a shit
>There are three cathars from Innistrad.
There's a couple.
>>47079689
>>47080125
I AM MUSHROOM, FRIEND TO ALL CHILDREN.
Anyway, since this is the closest thing to a lore thread atm here is the latest story. Hot off the Mothership:
http://magic.wizards.com/en/articles/archive/magic-story/lunarch-inquisition-2016-05-04
Odric has infact gone full PURGE. We already confirmed Thalia leading the Human rebels.
>I have observed the metallic beaked creature ever since I discovered it on my hunting trip. I am absolutely certain that I have not seen a creature like it before in these lands, but as it kept sitting among the tree trunks, more and more of these creatures appeared, carrying pieces of wood and metal to massive piles around it. I tried to track one of these working creatures, but it dissappeared to thin air when I let my eyes off of it for just a brief moment. The only one that has not dissappeared, the very first one I saw, just observes the growing piles of materials, as if it was counting them. I have kept myself hidden from them, but it is only a matter of time before someone will take heed of these creatures. I wish to observe them further, before they leave or someone makes them leave...
I wanted to make a card about the myrs that are helping the Messenger as it builds up its more permanent base of operations.
>>47080376
I really like the idea of the Messenger speaking/thinking in rudimentary code. Referring to other characters with titles like subject and object, using weird modifiers and syntax to mean things, the works.
>>47080566
I am pretty proud of the original myr-code thing I wrote for the storm. Should be in the OP's document.
I've been feeling like I should return to the style too, its just very taxing since you have to keep it very clearly formatted and following "rules" of myr-code. Not really an issue though if I get an inspirational topic.
>>47079899
I've got a few from my own flakes
>Ivander is a gigantic tsundere.
>Due to time stream bullshit, Fiorenza has actually forgotten how concepts like "yesterday" work.
>Naran collects deer.
>Azof is surprisingly helpful for mana-consuming monster, but cannot for the life of it understand how squishy mortal creatures work. Currently its running theory is that stuff like elves and humans are made of congealed mana and mud, making a gooey bubble.
> Before Pitch got scarecrowified, she was a Medicine Runner.
>>47079899
>Razorcock actually has a tiny dick
>It looks more like an eraser than a razor
>>47079899
>Dyna's most valued possession is a small bag full of giant teeth and precious stones big enough for a giant to handle. If asked, she can remember exactly how she got each one. There's a smaller pocket inside of it that contains a variety of worthless knicknacks, from times she helped people that didn't have anything else to give.
>Zenri likes trying to look stylish when she's not on business and is fond of hats and shoes that make her look taller. On most planes, however, children's clothes are the only things that fit her unless she does a custom job, something that profoundly annoys her.
>Sonia, trying to be practical about her ideal of doing no harm without compromising it, is very handy with a rope after a few too many times she's needed to tie someone up to prevent violence. She likes braiding things and tying knots when she's bored and not playing music.
>>47079899
Anna was originally from the custom set I was making then I was going to make a male version named Anton for the last storm.
Hondick is just a fusion of Hilde and the walker who I did during the very first snow flurry.
Jorge was originally going to have the green lantern oath shoved in somewhere.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sJCQ_BUksM
This song can be best surmised as "Jace runs into a 'Flake from his home plane."
>>47081652
>Murdock unknowingly visits her homeplane.
>>47081740
Or that.
>>47079598
It was ok anyway, although you're probably right that she wasn't really impatient so much as just putting words in Gaia's mouth. What Narimi is, at this stage, is effortlessly arrogant more than anything. Also, sorry for not responding, but I just had a nice, 16 hour sleep. I'll get to shortly.
>>47079899
>The final phase in Messenger's plan on every plane is to build armies of Myr Battlespheres that will sysmetically katamari the entire plane until it is absolutely certain that the target of its search is not there
>>47079899
>Diomedes is in fact capable of being a normal human being. Part of his bravado is to give others a point of inspiration, and to draw the monsters to himself. Part of it is he really likes punching things in the face.
>He doesn't know how to love someone else like a normal person though, or at least he thinks he doesn't. A soldier's love is for love, their fellow soldiers, and their cause.
>Rakkor knows they're gone. They were never really his friends, just using him as a novelty or for power. Even a dragon can't live with a heart of stone though.
>>47079899
>Iosha keeps an entire room on her ship filled with useless trinkets she finds while planeswalking. She knows they're useless, she just likes having stuff.
>Nishral hates hounds and, by extension, refuses to go to Tarkir.
>>47081947
I want to see Rakkor in denial and go to a silent Hill plane
>>47082265
And thingamabobs?
>>47082584
I can't imagine how well sending a dragon who mastered black magic to silent hill would go. I mean fuck, you take away his magic and he's still a god damn dragon. Fuck pyramid head.
>>47083030
Ah, but as everything in Silent Hill is stuff you brought with him, HIS pyramid head would be a gigantic rape-dragon with trigonometry for a face the size of several houses.
>>47081872
OP here. I updated the story on the drive and kind of basterdized the two versions of Gaia's POV based on what you guys have been saying. It's pretty similar, so it isn't necessary to look.
But yeah, the changes are there. Also, I fixed her name from Namiri to Narimi like it is on her character sheet.
In case you're curious.
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1yHkf7QQTK3nL9xYEAL2IXSiICJhabQ2_nRzndzVmHyw
And to everyone else, I am in the process of adding the new stories.
>>47081947
I want to see Diomedes's adventures with his adorable harpy daughteru.
>>47067836
Des-chan here. I'm not quite done with her yet, but she's going to be enchantment based character and she's going to be a sweetheart. ^__^
>>47083131
Des-chan again. Diomedes or anyone else can feel free to use Desdemona in their stories.
>>47083131
I'd like to, but I'm not sure how to use him even. To be honest, he's not really main character potential. With her tagging along, and my poor writing skills, I dont know what I'd do.
>>47083086
Implying his pyramid head wouldn't have been a rape avacyn.
OP again. The drive has been updated. Make sure all of your shit is there.
>>47079899
Ka'koarm is the size of a small house, and his mentor The Hermit before him could have qualified for the leviathan subtype.
>>47079899
>Murdock has a soft spot for alochol but usually drinks alone since she she gets way too bold when she's drunk. Also, she's on a personal mission in finding an inn in Takenuma that serves something decent that won't erase her tastebuds after one glass.
>>47080666
A couple more I though up.
>Marau is a HUGE NERD. We're talking negative social skills here. She became a Llanowar outrider because it gave her a great excuse to fuck off into the woods and not have to people.
>Sudev genuinely believes that he's trying to do the right thing, which falls apart about ten minutes into him devouring a soul to feed his flame. He then panics, represses the information, and continues on.
>Alban gets really mad when people call him short. The problems of being a four foot tall treefolk.
>Horo is a woman under that armor. No one has noticed in years, between the never taking off the armor, the never speaking, and the deep samurai jack voice.
>Tok has a small garden of lotuses growing inside its chest cavity. It makes sure to water them every day, especially the pretty black one in the middle.
Well, I wrote a short story about my recent flake, Torbern Iceclaw. Interested in what anon thinks.
http://pastebin.com/B6E99tWW
Flake sheet for the character is this one: https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0Bwl7IuoVRkFxdkNwa3JjTExDeFE&usp=drive_web&tid=0Bwl7IuoVRkFxUDZRVGVfQ1BDbm8
>>47086545
It isn't bad at all, actually it is quite good anon. Summon the OP if you want it to be archived and if you please, write of the other walkers interacting with yours.
>>47079899
>Veldren likes to claim he's a dragon and that dragons look different in his plane. Spoilers he isn't
>Frances is based off of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXCUenE0b5A
>Belloski is a manlet
>>47086764
>Belloski is a manlet
Fuck man I am writing him out as being dragon-sized, don't do this to me!
>>47086780
Being a Manlet, Belloski probably uses illusory magic to make himself look larger.
>>47086780
Sorry, sorry
I just like the thought that this intimidating, ancient dragon who makes deals like the devil is only 5 feet tall
>>47086840
Now I just have this whole scene (and the previous story with Murdock, if you read it) all wrong. Fuck this is why I should stick to drawings.
>>47086865
It's fine, it's fine
That's just how I imagine him, besides I should've added it to his descrption
>>47086878
No man, go figure, it is your character so I am the one in the wrong. How much of a manlet are we talking here?
>>47086892
>>47086878
Again, he could just be using magic to make himself look bigger.
>>47086892
About 5 feet 3 inches, from the tip of his horns down
But as >>47086839 and >>47086922 said, looking tall with illusion magic is completely possible.
>>47086922
That is what I am going for anon.
>>47086948
True Dragon, though? Not a viashino with a massive ego?
>>47086956
like 100% dragon kind of dragon. His sheet has the (?) becausehe's an oldwalker and took the form of a dragon pre-mending because it made him look intimidating to customers
>>47087033
Man former oldwalkers must be the most angry dudes in the universe, it is a miracle they aren't all Red. One day you are a god and the other you can... sorta teleport between planes. Sometimes. Maybe.
Eustace is an acceptable name, isn't it?
>>47087741
>Eustace
Only if there's a stupid dog involved
>>47079899
Katin is genderless only because I couldn't decide if I wanted to make them a guy or a girl.
Acervus is based on pic related.Corax isn't even my favorite of the primarchs what the fuck am I doing
>>47087822
Too fucking bad!
Does anyone have the joke flake sheet
>>47086633
Thanks! Also, good idea.
OP OP, I SUMMON THEE. PLACE THIS FILE IN THE REPOSITORY.
http://pastebin.com/B6E99tWW
Rolled 109, 99 = 208 (2d109)
>>47073433
First flake is Yandere for Second flake
>>47088002
Only good things can come of that.
>>47087951
Rolled 79, 4 = 83 (2d109)
You know what time to roll and write.
First flake gets in a barfight/teahousefight/beveragefight with second flake.
>>47088002
Nigga does love his colorful waifus. Probably going to try to teach her the other colors as a replacement.
>>47088025
Who is Eris?
>>47088025
Evantu is Ink-Treader you chucklefuck
>>47088202
Demon waifu walker
>>47088248
My bad, it was really fucking late at night when I finished up
Rolled 17, 94 = 111 (2d109)
>>47073433
The two flakes have to fight, why are they fighting?
>>47088248
Nigga, RGWU is Ink-Treader.
Just a silly story that won't even be finished this time.
"No, Del. Just... leave the bottle here."
Murdock sighed as the Weird barman pointed to her companion with what she imagined was his finger.
"Trust me, you don't want to know. So this Nishral guy was here, eh? Well thank you- no, no, trust me, it is fine. Sorta..." the sellsword tried keeping an utmost impassible face as she grabbed firmly on her sword's hilt to prevent the girl sitting at her side from taking it.
"Your sword is interesting. I want to have a look at it. Just a second? Pleeeease?" the devilish, horned girl pointed her large inhuman eyes in Murdock's, and the sellsword's spare hand went to the dagger almost immediately, a movement that was met with glee and giggling from the small devils surrounding Cala. Biting her lower lips before she could shout at the other planeswalker, she moved her hand away from the dagger and inside her bag as Cala started examinating the liquid in her glass with deep curiousity, as it was the most interesting thing of the whole multiverse.
"I'll make a deal with you, Cala, this book for the glass, is-" Murdock had not even time to finish her line as Cala snatched the book on the leylines of Ravnica she was being offered and opened it on the table, quickly gorging her eyes with its content as the amnesiac 'walker retrieved her glass carefully and slowly, her hand shaking just a bit as she gulped the content in one go. "One day, Belloski, one day you are paying this one too."
>cont
>>47088680
"Babysitting? You' ve gott be ki-" Murdock quickly covered her mouth with one hand as Belloski's muzzle turned toward her, his large nostrils just a few inches from her small nose.
"Kidding is not my style, Murdock. Though conversely I imagine you have a sweet spot for jests." His claw tipped on the ground near Murdock's feet, a sign she has learned to recognize "Don't you?"
The sellsword hurried to nod frantically, some of her red hair breaking out of her simple hairstyle; as she hurried to get them back in place, the dragon turned around to look at way more pleasant things than his silly employee, earning another venomous stare from her; had she known that the towering image she was talking to was a masterfully crafted illusion, would she have been still so afraid of him, he wondered... probably, yes. Putting Murdock back in place with fear was almost too easy for his tastes, as long as he was careful not elicitng any "cornered rat" reaction from her; throwing her life away could have proven to be quite a waste.
"Besides, Murdock, it was you who called it babysitting. If it pleases you, think of it more as bodyguard duty, though I have the feeling she is much better at defending herself than you are." Murdock grumbled internally at that remark, putting it on a long list os slights Belloski would have had one day to pay for. A day in the distant future, though. "You will have to grant her safety as she retrieves an objects she owes me. Nothing that a fighter of your level can't handle, I am sure; but for once, Murdock, try to do something different and don't disappoint me."
>>47088705
"No you don't look at me that way, Del. I swear it is not my fault, I told her- I tried to tell her- oh, r-right, sorry, well..." Murdock marched outside,,went back in, grabbed Cala by her horns and pulled her out of the shop, with the devilish girl seemingly unaware of her owns legs moving as her nose was poking almost straight through the pages of that book. Around them, the devils were making the usual fuss, disturbing the ravnican passerbies and wasting not a single moment in anything that wasn't playng pranks to each other, the common folk, and the poor sellsword herself until Murdock had found the guts to nearly freeze one of them in place.
"I wonder how do you get them to follow you through the multiverse, though..." Belloski had adviced, or rather ordered in a very calm but life threatening way, her to try and keep talking to Cala, to avoid the devilish girl just wandering off on her own, a duty that was proving to be more difficult than it seemed: not only Murdock wasn't a very talkative person, but Cala just did seem to ignore her completely, except at random times being suddenly all over her for the most inane unconsequential reasons, chief among them Murdock's hair color. It was "fascinating", apparently, which seemed to be Cala's third favorite word just a bit behind "interesting" and "meat". This scared the easily startled Murdock a bit.
>>47088738
"... I said, I wonder how do you get them to follow you"
"Are you listening?"
"Cala? Are you still on Ravnica-"
Suddenly, the horned girl ditched the book, throwing it in her own bag and putting her face at mere inches from Murdock's, which compelled the sellsword to get a few steps back
"Yeees? Were you saying? Oh it is just a rather ingenous application of summoning rituals..."
Cala once again skittered toward Murdock, and she stumbled back, ending against a large wooden box near some merchant's stand.
"And then you must factor in the time relativity in the blind eternity, which is-"
Murdock fell over the box, with her back against it and Cala looming over her while constantly spouting notions the red-haired walker couldn't have comprehended even with an helpful diagram. The devil's impossibly large eyes got closer and closer as Cala leaned over her terrified companion and this, this scared the easily startled sellsword quite a lot.
"... and this is how I do it. Now why do- Oh! Oh look, look over there!"
Murdock sighed in relief this time, as Cala left her to go after whatever picked her interest this time. Panting, the black clad girl used the flat of her sword to swat a grinning devil away.
"... I liked Shandalar more. At least the things there were just trying to kill me."
>will continue,maybe, in the future, if anons require it to.
>>47079598
>>47081872
Narimi pursed her lips thoughtfully, swaying gently in place as she raised an index finger and thumb to her chin, stroking it absent-mindedly as she considered the question.
“An obvious question perhaps, but a good one… I will answer it in detail, since I presume you know little or nothing, here, and desire to see that changed.”
She stepped away from her throne, her willowy form seeming frail and vulnerable, her loose, pale green robes fluttering as she stepped closer to Celuêl, the silken fabric rustling softly along with the Firstborn’s movements. “From the beginning.” She made a wide, sweeping gesture with one hand around her head for emphasis as she started. “Mecratheen began as an empty world, devoid of life, or meaningful form. Mana flowed wild across it, unconstrained and uncontrolled. Eventually, it gathered, coalesced, formed together into a being of unimaginable power, a being we know as Datuk, though in truth, it never gave itself a name. Regardless, it gave form to our world, sowing the seeds of our first grasses, our first trees, rending great chasms and spilling water into them. As green life spread across the world, so too did Datuk’s ambitions, its power. It created our beasts, our animals, elemental spirits and the like, and finally, us, the humans. The first of us, he created twenty, the Firstborn, as we have come to be known.” She paused here, the wistful, glassy-eyed expression crossing her features as she considered it.
>>47089137
“Twenty of us, and a decade later, a thousand more. We first twenty, we were given gifts our children were not. We were stronger, faster, those of us who wielded mana, we did so with great potency… Such as myself. Most importantly, perhaps, we did not age. Our gifts were many and valuable, though it took many years for us to truly appreciate the differences between ourselves and those we came to see as our children. Leadership fell, naturally, to us, we took on different roles. My husband, Dokata, Osa, and Pyranos, those three together took to Datuk’s great beasts, clearing a path for our kith to settle down… Where they passed, I followed, reforging the land to suit the needs of our people. Great winds and terrible storms I summoned, wearing away at mountains and cliffs, carving out rivers, laying seeds, levelling hills… I spent decades at such work, I could spend weeks, stood before a single hill, blasting it with wind and rain until there was no hill any more… And then I’d do it again the next hill over. For centuries, this was my life’s work.” She shrugged. “Looking back, it sounds boring, but… It was absorbing, meaningful, it was life at work… I don’t know if I could explain, in truth, but suffice it to say, the world as you see it… Most of it, is my design.”
She knelt, plucking a pink and white flower from the ground, spinning it slowly between index finger and thumb. “I didn’t create the flowers. I just planted them.” She looked up at Celuêl, once more. “Everything I placed, is Datuk’s creation. I simply… Rearranged it, I suppose. This… This is what I was, to my people, and to my world. That was a long time ago. Now, I am a guide, a shepard, to my children. They look to my wealth of experience, and assume I have the answers to whatsoever ails them. I do my best to provide what answers I can, but honestly, it is rare that such a thing comes easily.”
>>47089161
Pausing, she looked up from the delicate petals of the flower, and fixed her gaze on Celuêl. “What of you, outsider? Where have you come from? What can you share with me, in turn?”
How do your snowflakes spend their downtime?
>>47089185
>o boi o boi o boi
>you just asked me to do my favorite fucking thing
>you just asked me to explain the history of middle-earth
WRITING INBOUND
>>47089805
>Anna
Arranges her finances and spends some time with Symon if he's up for it. She technically doesn't have much downtime.
>Hondick
The hunt for Phyrexia never ends
>Jorge
Would say something edgy like the fight against injustice never ends, but he does rest on Theros with an acolyte of Karametra he's going out with.
>>47089185
>>47089966
>Gaia fag again
> HNNNNNG it's so hard to limit myself
>I was a Tolkien fag loooong before I was Gaia fag.
MUST. RESIST. URGE. TO QUOTE. SILMARILLION.
>>47089805
>Torbern
Alternatively hiking/fishing in snowy landscapes, or finding and reading books about history and language.
>>47088680
>>47088705
>>47088738
>>47088781
Cala-Anon here. Your take on my character makes me smile. If she keeps saying "meat" she's probably either trolling you or she's just hungry.
>>47089805
Calling fighting someone is his downtime and his uptime. Also finding someone to actually raise his bird properly.
>>47089805
>Azof
Doesn't really have downtime. He just kind of eats mana, enjoys it,and moves on. Sometimes he might see what happens if he doesn't eat ALL the mana at once.
>Ivander
Brooding, raging at the unfairness of the world, reading shitty romantic novels, practicing his evil overlord speeches.
>Naran
If she ain't exploring or hunting, she's continuing her longstanding quest to domesticate the elk for usage as a riding animal. So far, she's gotten a bunch of angry elk and a bunch of minor concussions.
>Fiorenza
Her research is a pretty full time thing, but she likes to sing Fioran operas while she does it.
>Huija
He makes kites. It's actually pretty disconcerting for the Sultai he lives near, they keep thinking they're a new brand of jeskai spy-artifact.
>Pitch
Pitch likes gardening a lot, but is usually moving around too much to do so. She also likes old fairy tales, especially the kind with happy endings.
>>47089805
>Remes
In the lab.
>Cala
It's all downtime. Outside interests don't derail her, they put her on track.
>Jakrol
Something that involves watching people in pain, probably. Like gladiatorial stuff, or just illegal fighting of the dirtier kind.
>Winifred
Downtime here means the time that she's not outwardly trying to ruin peoples' lives, I think. In which case, she's still just going about doing whatever whims are carrying her at the time given where she is. Probably jinxing or doing slight bewitchments against people that bother her while she's out and about.
>>47091240
Is DIOMEDES looking for a waifu to help raise his daughteru?
>>47089805
>Dyna
She can be pretty lazy when there's nothing to fight and no treasures to play around with; she likes taking long naps or really long baths in whatever bodies of water will hold her. If she's been able to cultivate a following, she likes modeling sometimes as another way to bask in admiration.
>Astera
Downtime belongs heavily to stories. Usually she's either reading new ones, writing down ones she's seen or heard, listening to storytellers, or telling stories to others. When not doing that, however, Astera also enjoys gardening as a way to honor Karametra. Sometimes old satyr instincts compel her to leave scholarly pursuits and quiet gardening, however, and go find somewhere she can dance and revel until she's exhausted.
>Sonia
Spends most of her downtime working on being a better bard, including learning the songs and dances of the planes she's been to. She loves finding theaters on any plane she goes to and watching professional performers, and she tries to improve skills she's not that good at, like drawing and cooking, while she's got the chance.
>Be the anon who makes the joke sheets
>Recognize none of the names.
>>47091325
More like a tutor. Nigga literally can't read anything except a map. You don't understand how much he minmaxed his combat abilities.
>>47090313
Wait, is your flake LITERALLY from Middle Earth?
You decided to make Middle Earth a plane in Magic?
>>47091950
Technically it would be a plane that just happens to be Middle Earth as Middle Earth is just Mythological Earth and Earth was confirmed not to be in the multiverse.
>>47091950
Guilty as charged. I made her back when there weren't as many flakes and no one had started writefagging yet. So I wasn't being too serious at the time. I'm a massive fucking Tolkien fag. Like, I regularly use Sindarin for elven and Khuzdul for dwarven in my games.
Anyway, there was an argument about 5 color flakes happening at that point, so I decided to make a flake that wasn't so obviously misaligned with color. I wanted to make a worldbuilder, 'cause someone made the comment "the only domain walkers should construct planes", and I thought "neat idea". So I knew that she had to be powerful. Anyway, I hold to the philosophy that an oldwalker's power somewhat depends on the strength of the souls of their base race. So I opted to rule out humans or any mortal species. But I wanted her to be humanoid, 'cause why not? And then I just thought "Eldar" and it fit. The Quendi had very powerful souls for physical beings. And it fit with the more mythological/high fantasy theme I was going for. I didn't give it any more thought at the time and just made a carbon-copy Middle-Earth. On the positive side of things, it gave me an excuse to research pre-War of Wrath events more. And she has no major bearing on any character from the Tolkien verse. Aaaaaand TECHNICALLY she never went to Middle-Earth. She just spent her time in the Undying Lands and Beleriand.
Yes, I know. I'm bad. I'm very very bad.
>>47092508
It's ok, your flake is being waifud by a flake who breaks lore like it's batman's back.
>>47092624
That batman reference got a solid kek out of me.
>>47092624
Which one lol
>>47092689
Which one which one?
>>47092701
Its a joke about how many break lore
>>47092754
Well how many have Waifud Gaia?
>>47092811
43?
Did I get it right?
>>47092811
The fuck? How have some many made a waifu out of a coma milf?
I was talking about William by the way
>>47089805
For the angerfish there is no downtime, there is only research and rage.
Honestly he's pretty rabid, it's less like he has fits of anger and more like he has fits of calm. In these fits he usually reads and tests his pull over the flow of reality, which when he discovers to be insufficient (see "always") he gets mad again.
>>47089805
Granny Swamp enjoys being bitter and complaining about things to herself or anyone nearby. If anyone is nearby she's probably complaining about that.
>>47092980
I'm just being a shit. I knew it was William.
>Anna promises the old childless couple who took her in that she'll return once she finds out who she is.
>She recovers her memories, and returns to the plane to discover that they passed away in the intervening years.
>She's standing alone at their graves with a bottle in hand, talking to the tombstones.
>"I did it, I guess. I found out who I am."
>She sits down in front of the graves on the verge of tears "I'm Anna, and you two gave that to me."
>>47093056
Well guess what
only heartache for you
William's Playlist
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zYOKFjpm9s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdIqbv7SPo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQJaZO2nfGg
>>47093108
Ow, right in the soul.
Preview time
That weekend started off with her and Eustace getting up even earlier than usual to tend to the animals and plants. That hadn't taken too long, but Marion insisted on Anna going in to wash up and look nice, even going so far as to comb her blonde hair which had been growing long of the months and put a ribbon in it. As promised they left soon after the sun rose in the wagon, the trip itself was rather uneventful with some people passing them on the road later on. “Girl, here's some coin for you.” Eustace said, putting some of the money they had in her hand. “This is for the drawing and sending it off, maybe get something you like if it's cheap.”
“Eustace,” Marion scolded, “we can pay for sending it.”
“We are,” he complained, running his hand across his bald head as though there was hair to be pushed back, “I'm just telling her to do the deed herself. And I'm giving some money for her to spend on personal things.”
“I just want to make sure no one takes advantage of her.” Marion said in a huff. “Anna, we'll help you send it off, dear.”
“Thank you,” she said with a slight laugh, “but if it's easier on you two, I can handle sending it off. I'll even make my eyes glow in case someone thinks they could take advantage of them.”
“She's got it handled,” Eustace supported Anna, though that might just be him not wanting to deal with crowds too much. His asocial streak did impress the girl considering how caring his wife was.
“You two are too similar,” Marion huffed, “I will help you find the right courier to deliver the drawings. And then we can meet the wizard, see if he recognizes you.”
“Alright alright,” Anna conceded the point, she hoped that Marion didn't mean both her and Eustace were stubborn because the old woman was on a whole other level. “I'll get the drawing done. Then we can meet to go find a courier.” That seemed to assuage Marion and the rest of the trip passed in idle conversation
>>47093436
Part 2 aka, all I have for now.
When they got to town a bit before noon, Eustace insisted having the mules tide up would be perfectly acceptable but Marion wouldn't budge until he agreed to get them stabled for the time they were in town so the animals would be taken care of. They ended up going to what seemed to be a man raking in a small fortune from agreeing to look after all the pack mules of the farmers coming into town for the festival. He charged a small price and suggested that a kiss on the cheek from Anna might get them a discount, but one set of glowing eyes later: Anna had proven to Marion that she wasn't going to be taken advantage of and they got the discount as an apology.
>>47093469
Ok, I lied
They separated so Marion and Eustace could take care of buying supplies while Anna made her way through the crowd, she was looking for an artist or really anyone with a pad of paper and charcoal. She was so intent on checking off that task, that she wasn't actively looking and happened to crash into someone else who wasn't actively looking where they were going. The next thing she knew, she was on the ground surrounded by misshapen rolls of bread with a skinny young man with ginger hair also on his butt. It took her a moment before she saw the tray near him and she scrambled to start picking up the bread “I'm so sorry,” she said, collecting the rolls she could to return them to their proper place, had it been more than five seconds? “I should have watched where I was going.”
“It's fine,” he said in a tone that was both calm and resigned, “I'd been walking for an hour, probably wasn't going to sell them anyway, they aren't that good.” He helped her put the rest of the rolls back on the tray, even if their next destination was a slop bin.
“I don't believe that,” she told him and fished for a coin to give him, partially feeling guilty about bumping into him and partially because she was still holding a roll. She bit into it and examined it, determining the boy was a good judge of his own baking. “It's decent, I detect a hint of being burnt and some gravel adds to the flavor.” She mentioned in an off hand tone, actually causing the ginger haired boy, well...young man, to laugh.
“Someone has to like it I suppose,” he told her and held out his hand, “My name's Peter, I'm the potter's son.” Anna took his hand and gave it a firm shake, too firm for Peter's taste judging by the look on his face and the shaking of his hand after it was done.
>>47093993
Last part for tonight, will continue on friday
“I'm Anna,” she said, the name felt natural for her, “I've been living with the Sachs for a while.” She put her hands on her sides and followed Peter as he went to deposit his ruined rolls somewhere. “So I take it you don't want to go into the family business, trying your hand at baking.”
“It's not that I don't want to do it,” he said, “I do, but my hands shake too much when I get nervous and I'm not that good at it. What about you? What do you want to do?”
“Well, I'd like to regain my memories,” she told him quite bluntly, “I suppose that's a little heavy though, so I think I'd be good at using magic to do odd jobs that people need done.”
>>47089805
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I dont think it likes downtime.
>>47091206
It was really just a joke on her part, because making Murdock feel uncomfortable is not a matter of how, but how much. If there is anything i should change please tell, after all it is your character, and english is not even my first language.
>>47089805
>Murdock
Fortifying her home on takenuma is half necessity, half an hobby. That place is so riddled with traps there is not much space left for anything else.
> useless flake trivia:ship edition!
> which flakes would you ship yours with?
>>47092624
What lore breaking flake are you referring to, anon?
>>47089805
> Vronak-chan
On his downtime, Vronak will build himself a cabin in the nearest forest on which ever plane he is currently and summon all of his creatures to have a nice dinner with all of them.
> Dr. Vontrask
On his downtime, the good Doctor had a pretend tea party with all of his creations.
> Prince Emir
For Emir, every time is downtime. So, basically being thief and a slut as always.
> Sephren-chan
Look for the bare necessities. The simple bare necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife. I mean the bare necessities. Old Mother Nature's recipes, that brings the bare necessities of life.
>>47089805
>Gaia
Takes a nap. Then takes another nap.
>Belagir
Writes sonnets for sleepy bitches.
>>47089805
>William
Teaching or documenting his knowledge. What's the point of having all this information and power if not to pass it on? Admittedly, most go insane when confronted with the 'truth' of colorless mana.
>>47096251
The colorless mana covers their whole body then goes inside of them to power their spells?
Then they learn that colorless mana comes out of the eldrazi's poopshoots?
>>47094928
To be honest, I never imagined what she would be like if you actually tried to pin her down for very long, but it's probably something like this. Though she's flighty, I think it's even more that she gets worse and worse the longer that she's not running loose on her own whims.
>>47089805
>Nishal
wandering planes learning more about enchantments and artifacts, making coolio walker friends along the way
>Iosha
building/buying new artifacts
Is Narimi anon around?
>>47097457
No.
Ok, yes, I am, but I'll be asleep soon. What did you need?
>>47097548
It came up earlier in the thread, but I want to know if you're bothered by the fact that my flake is from a carbon-copy Tolkien verse. If so, I could easily tweak her backstory before releasing my new writing. Would that be better?
>>47097578
Not especially, go nuts.
>>47097612
>joy intensifies
>>47095760
William
Could a location give more than one Land's worth of Mana?
>>47099387
totally. if an area is on a leyline, or if it's been imbued with power or enchanted, you could gets tons of mana from it
>>47099387
Why not?
Are there any good MTG stories (apart from Hiver's The Multiverse is a Big Place thing until Dawncest)?
what is a flake?
>>47099649
Officially, the Artifacts Cycle is great. Ice Age, Kamigawa, Ravnica, the Legends cycle about Bolas, and the book Nemesis are decent. Agents of Artifice and The Purifying Fire are solid, YMMV on Test of Metal and Alara Unbroken but most people find them kinda lackluster.
Unofficially there's something called the "Expanded Multiverse" and it's put out some good stories essentially grounded in Flakewalkers and Flakeplanes but a) It's Flakes and b) The stories are mostly apolitical, but a lot of the people behind them are Grade A Tumblrinas so proceed with caution.
>>47099825
A miserable pile of lies.
>>47099825
a "special snowflake". Or in context a fan-created Planeswalker. Is it embracing the "your dudes" aspect of the lore? Is it pure cancer? that's a matter of opinion.
>>47099829
What makes us tumblrinas?
>>47099829
Okay.
Is ACycle a good beginning for a fucktard who doesn't care about the game but finds the lore interesting?
Also where could I find more about er, OldWalkers I think they're called?
>>47099907
>Is it pure cancer?
Was there ever any doubt?
>>47099926
>Is ACycle a good beginning for a fucktard who doesn't care about the game but finds the lore interesting?
Very Yes. Start with Brothers' War, it's a good fantasy novel on its own.
>Also where could I find more about er, OldWalkers I think they're called?
Second Urza book in the Artifacts Cycle, Planeswalker. And the old comics, but good luck with that.
How would a Planeswalker do in Nasuverse with what TYPEs and Magicians and shit?
>>47100672
...wat?
>>47100710
thinly veiled attempt at hur dur plenswelker vs ort vs zelrutch vs bleu
Ignore the fgt
>>47100672
I assume planeswalkers could summon Servants.
When entering a plane, can walkers choose when in the plane's timeline they enter?
>>47101261
Hard no. The clock is always running in the multiverse. To mess with time you either have to be made entirely of silver (and even then trying to do more than a little will fuck shit up royally) or be subject to Tarkir bullshit. You enter planes in the present.
>>47101451
>subject to Tarkir bullshit
Alright, I'm pretending to be a woman. How do I go back in time?
>>47101451
Was that a time rift on Tarkir caused by uguuuuuin's death?
>>47101549
Get mindfucked from before you ascended by the whispers of a dead spirit-dragon-thing that leads you on a vision quest down the rabbit hole to a point where it's rather unclear whether you actually went back in time or just projected your mind back in time, changing history so you were never born yet somehow still exist.
Other than that be made of silver and go back about three days or less via a super-expensive portal designed by the most brilliant/insane artificer in the multiverse. Any more and the whole fucking thing explodes leaving temporal fuckery zones (Fast/slow time bubbles, no travel) everywhere like some sort of not housebroken time pet.
Do Planeswalkers die when they're killed or do you have to destroy their soul to kill them to death?
>>47099970
Of course not, the answer is clearly "no".
>>47102250
I dunno about oldwalkers, but current-gen planeswalkers are just mages with an additional special power. They die just as easy as any other wizard or dragon or what have you.
>>47089805
>Iohannes
I don't think skeletons have downtime. Infinite stamina that comes from undeath.
>Dipterius
You REALLY don't want to know.
>Kinrakar
Eating, fighting, probably more fighting.
>>47102378
I don't know about you, but I link to think that the "infinite stamina" that comes with undeath comes with some mental backlash. Unlike what you were like in life, you are suddenly able to be active at all times without the same physical limitations. Therefore I think that constantly being conscious and working as a result somewhat changes nature of the person over time.
>>47102373
Then why do we still have to put up with them?
>>47102373
I would t say "just as easily as anyone else". Even weak neowalkers are still a bitch to kill. This is why the Gods on Theros generally fear them all.
>>47103205
Agreed. The question is not so much that they are the same as your usual mortals, but unlike their predecessors they are quite vulnerable. They are as relatively difficult to kill as any very powerful mage would be.
Alright, I've finally finished my new flake. Whatcha all think?
Now, I need to type up a short story about him.
>>47103860
And his full pic.
>>47103860
Is he made fully out of silver, or he fakes time traveling and has just been around since a very long time?
>>47103920
Oh ho ho! Someone is a smart cookie.
So, tell me which you think it might be and why you think it.
I just might be answering somethings about him in the short story I'm typing up.
>>47103860
Everything this man says has to be a time pun. Comedy demands it!
>>47104251
My personal guess is that he doesn't time travel, he has the same chronomancy the multiverse is familiar with: Speed up, slow down, speed yourself up so much it seems like the world around you has stopped, that sort of shit. It's pretty potent but it's not changing history.
Why? His line at the Helvault makes me doubt he's seen the outcome of events.
>>47104251
I will wait to read it, then.
>>47104312
Seconding hard.
>>47104424
Clever girl.
Things will be answered in the short story. Though, it's now looking like it will not be so short after all. Bleh.
>>47103860
So when is this guy going to hunt down the other two time flakes? The old guy and the Italian chick?
>>47104312
Thirded
>>47104702
I've typed up a few paragraphs already, would you guys like me to post a handful at a time so you can read them while I'm typing up the rest or should I wait until I'm finished so you can read them all at once?
>>47104899
I'll just post two entires and you guys can tell me what you want afterwords.
We start this story of Lord Æeon not with him, but with a mother and child whom's lives would never be the same after his arrival.
The mother was the most skilled Temporal Mage of her people and very renown all across the plane for her abilities which she was bestowing upon her young son as her apprentice. And in the middle of the night, the young boy felt a presence amongst their house. It was an odd feeling that the young boy had not felt before. He slowly stretched his arms and got out of bed. And as he made his way across his room, there was no sound of his little footsteps across the floor.
The boy opened up his door and wandered out into the hallway. Looking about in the midst of the darkness, he heard absolutely nothing. But, the presence he was feeling was becoming stronger. Something deed in the back of his mind put him on edge, something was wrong. The boy then slowly made his way down the hallway, keeping ever so close to the wall as a lingering fear dwelled inside of his mind.
1/2
>>47105005
Brushing his little hands across the wall as he made his way through the dark, he accidentally knocked over a vase on a small table and the boy's eyes widened as he anticipated the impact. However, the moment the boy's arm left the vase, the vase instantaneously stopped in mid-fall. The boy just stared at the vase as it hovered over the ledge of the table without moving any further. The boy gulped as he knew now that everything was wrong.
The boy continued onward down the hallway as he approached his mother's room, knowing that she would have an answer for him as to what was happening. And as the boy came to stand upon the entry way to his mother's bedroom, his face instantly fell to a gloom expression of complete horror. Right before the boy's tear filled eyes stood the man garbed in silver armor and dark purple robes as the man had his armor-clad hands clenched around the mother's now lifeless neck.
The boy stood there in utter terror as he tried to get a grasp on what was happening before him. The man released the mother's neck and rose to stand upright. The man stared across the room at the terrified little boy as tears streamed down the boy's cheeks. And with a deepened voice the man spoke aloud, "Time is not your ally tonight... Until next time..." The boy clenched his eyes closed and screamed as loud as his little voice could muster. And the moment he opened his eyes, the man was gone.
2/2
Anyone about?
>>47105018
Years go by and the boy has now been taken in by Tolarian Academy from the plane of Dominaria. The boy already at the top of his class in the Temporal Arts and not a day has gone by that he hadn't thought about the armored man and what he plans on doing the moment he meets the man once again. He thinks back upon that night that the armored man left him as an orphan, the incident which ignited his spark at such a young age. The thought of seeing the armored man once again fueled the boy's devotion to his teachings, he would kill the armored man the next time the two met.
When the council of the Tolarian Academy sought out the boy after hearing about his encounter with the armored man, they told the boy that the man called himself Lord Æon. And that he was a time traveller who sought out the most powerful Temporal Mages and killed them. They told him that they were dedicated to finding this man and stopping him at all costs. And they offered to teach the boy everything they knew in order to help avenge his mother's death. To which the boy accepted and became a student at the Tolarian Academy.
At this time one of the council members walked into the class and whispered something to the teacher. The teacher then called the boy up to the front of the class and told him to follow the council member. The council member was silent the entire time they made their way to the council room. Once there, the boy saw the entire council geared up in the armor of Tolarian's Battle Mages as well as the rest of the excelling Temporal Mages that had previously graduated with honors.
3/7
>>47106748
The council member then turned to the boy and told him that they had received word of the last sighting Lord Æeon, he was currently on Mirrodin. Lord Æeon was apparently after a Vedalken planeswalker who was renown as a Temporal Mage within the walls of the Tolarian Academy. Which no one outside of the academy knew of the Vedalken's abilities. The boy then suited up in the Battle Mage armor as well and they all rallied together to charge onward to their new mission, to kill Lord Æeon.
As the Temporal Mages arrived upon the plane of Mirrodin, they all instantaneously noticed that there was no wind, the trees did not move, and there were no sounds of the wildlife here. Again, something was terribly wrong. The boy could feel the presence that he felt once before. But, this time the feeling was much, much stronger. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. One of the Temporal Mages put his hand on the boy's shoulder and they all marched onward.
The last know. Whereabouts of the Vedalken Temporal Mage was in cottage in the forest where the Vedalken was living as a hermit. The council led the way as the Temporal Mages entered the forest and set course toward's the Vedalken's cottage. And as they made their way through the forest, all the living creatures were frozen in place as they all passed on by. And as they approached the cottage in a cleared area with just patches of grass and the cottage dead center, that was when they saw him, Lord Æeon.
4/7
>>47106767
Lord Æeon was standing there before the cottage with the Vedalken lifted up off the ground with his neck in Lord Æeon's armored hand. The life was being crushed out of the Vedalken as the Temporal Mages got in attack positions. Lord Æeon siphoned the rest of the life force out of the Vedalken and dropped his lifeless body onto the ground as he looked over towards the rallied Mages. And he spoke lowly in that deepened voice that the boy was familiar with, "Your time has come..."
With that the Temporal Mages all extended their arms outward toward Lord Æeon and each cast different detainment spells, time manipulation spells, and defensive spells. However, Lord Æeon instantly rose his arms high then crouched while tossing his arms downward. With with that a large burst of blue light expelled outwards from his body and every single one of the spells were countered. His spell casting was faster than they could have ever imagined.
Lord Æeon then stood upright and rose his arms filled extended outwards before him as his palms glowed with a purple aura around them. And he just moved his hands in opposing directions towards each of the Temporal Mages. The moment a hand would become aimed at a Mage, that Mage would instantly disappear in a thin smokey black mist. The boy couldn't allow this. The boy yelled outwards as he extended both arms directly at Lord Æeon and used all the power he could muster.
5/7
>>47106785
However, just as the boy cast a removal spell, Lord Æeon had vanished. Just like before, once instant Lord Æeon was standing there and the next he was gone. Though he did not stay gone this time, as Lord Æeon appeared directly in front of the boy which caused the boy to fall backwards in shock. Lord Æeon took a deep breath as he stood there in silence while he stared downward at the boy. The boy was terrified once again, this man just sent each one of the most powerful Temporal Mages into exile, never to be heard from again.
Breaking the silence, Lord Æeon spoke in that deep voice of his as it echoed behind his helmet, "It's about time you found me..." And with that Lord Æeon rose both of his hands from his side. The boy clenched his eyes shut as fright set in. However, the boy only heard something hit the grass in front of him. The boy opened his eyes and saw the man's helmet sitting upon the ground before him. The boy's eyes quickly looked upward to see the man's. And the boy's eyes widened as he looked so confused.
The man was the boy himself. The boy couldn't comprehend why he would do this though. And Lord Æeon spoke once more, "She had to die so that you could save time." The boy looked down at the helmet once more, that horrible event was what triggered his spark's ignition. And he would not have learned all that he had without that event. Lord Æeon spoke again in that deep voice of his, "The Temporal Mages' continuous altering of time will cause the entire continuum to collapse... It's only a matter of time."
6/7
>>47106798
The boy picked up the helmet and stood. Staring at the helmet, the boy said lowly to the man, "All I have is time..." Lord Æeon nodded and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, "The time for your training begins now... Let's not waste time." The boy then rose the helmet and placed it upon his own head and looked up at his future self. Lord Æeon then turned around and the two planeswalked away.
Years later, the boy returned home. He walked into his former house and looked about the empty living room. He took a deep breath as he walked down the hallway and into his mother's old room. And as he drew closer to her old bed the scenery started to shift, everything that made it a home started to return. Everything he remembered about his home return. And as he stopped before his mother's bed, she returned. He took a deep breath and spoke in a soft whisper, "I'm sorry, mom... I love you."
7/7
>>47106810
I hope you all like it.
Damn, is everyone gone?
>>47107298
Lurking on and off mostly. Awaiting the OP to come add my pastebin to the repository.
>>47107764
Mind reading my story and telling me whatcha think?
>>47107858
Sure thing. In the middle of reading it now, as I just got back.
>>47107908
Thankie.
>>47107298
Nah, I'm here. I'm just finishing up my story. I told Narimi anon that I would have it done sooner, but life has been distracting me. Almost done. Then I will read the other stories that have been posted.
>>47108122
Rightyroo.
>>47105005
>>47105018
>>47106748
>>47106767
>>47106785
>>47106798
>>47106810
Interesting concept, and I didn't expect the twist ending. It's a little cheesy, but I rather like cheese. It could use a little love in the editing department for some technical mistakes, but overall, I enjoyed it.
>>47108210
Good to hear. I welcome some constructive criticism if you'd like to tell what needed improvement.
>>47089185
>>47108122
>>47108157
There we go! The next part of Narimi and Gaia's story is done. I hope you like it, Narimi-anon (though it is mostly dialogue).
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The elf listened to Narimi’s tale intently. She was ever so curious about new worlds. As the ancient human recounted her history, so too did her hands weave in and out, adding motion and life to the story. When at last she looked up to Celuêl, up from her memories and past, she simply asked “What of you, outsider? Where have you come from? What can you share with me, in turn?”
What indeed? There were so many things, more than could be easily counted. The old planeswalker crossed her arms and brought her fingers to her lips, trying to decide where to begin. She looked to Narimi, and then to the ceiling, decorated with rich vines and violet flowers. Narimi inclined her head slightly, waiting for the elf to come out of her thoughts. At last, Celuêl decided.
“You started your tale from the beginning. It would only be fair that you hear the same of mine.”
After all, what harm was there in telling an outsider of her old home? Celuêl herself was a stranger here, so it would only be right to show the same trust in her host as her host had shown her. Besides, she was sure her Father could handle any threat this plane could present, not that any being here had the ability to reach Eä, of course. And so she began her story.
>>47108405
>cont't
“I come from an older world, far across the aether, one that does not seem so different from yours in fact. The world is called Eä by my kind. As in Mecratheen, Eä began lifeless and empty. Until, that is, a great spirit came. It is known by none where this spirit came from, or even His true nature. To this day, not even I know His secrets. But nonetheless, He is the Father of my plane and all things in it. Eru Ilúvatar, as we call him, is the Lord for Always who dwells beyond my world; who made it and is not of it nor in it, but loves it.
And from him came the first beings, born of song; the Ainur. Much like the Firstborn, like yourself, it was the Ainur’s sacred purpose to enter the world which the Father had created and shape it to a suitable form. They should serve as its stewards and guardians. For in time, the Lord of Eä would create true children; beings of flesh and spirit unlike the Ainur, beings that would populate the world and thrive in it. These beings-”
Here, Celuêl paused and motioned to herself, resting a pale hand on her breast. Then she continued.
>>47108238
>You asked for it
Like I said, mostly technical errors in grammar that I'm sure you could correct with a thorough scrubbing. Personally, I do think you used the phrase "the boy" entirely too often, but I kind of understand why. It's flash fiction, so it's hard to pick apart without sounding nitpicky, especially because I love little details. I'd like to have seen more about the Temporal Mages and why they are such big fuckups that require such drastic measures to be stopped. It also begs the question: if they were such big-time threats, why were they so easy to take down en masse? They read as red-shirt goons, but then we're told that they could potentially destroy time. A bit inconsistent, but that's just my two cents.
Three more things:
1. Why kill every powerful temporal mage if its just the Tolarians who are gonna fuck shit up? Or is it any use of temporal magic is gonna kill time? If that's the case, why does Aeon use it so brazenly? Isn't he just adding to the problem?
2. Is killing the mother really the only/best way to ignite the spark?
3. Does Aeon get a quarter every time he says a time-based cliche?
>>47108429
>cont'd
“These beings, shall be called the Children of Ilúvatar, and they shall come in two forms. The elder Children are like myself, and the younger are like the humans of this realm. It is said that upon my ancestor’s birth, the first sight they beheld was the stars. And the second sight, those very same stars reflected upon the still waters of the sacred lake Cuiviénen. And so the Ainur named us the Eldar, meaning ‘the People of the Stars’. And thus it was that my kind came to be. As with the Firstborn of Mecratheen, my kin and kith were given many gifts by our Father. Though these gifts are yet to be fully understood, for none but blessed Ilúvatar himself knows their full nature. Still, we are unlike our younger siblings in many ways. We have been blessed with great beauty, immortality, skill with arts and crafts, and keen memories. We were to be stronger and faster than the later Kindred to come, the races of Men, yet we were bound to the world in ways that they were not. And so because we are bound, because we are old, and because we remember much, so too have we been gifted with grief. For much evil has marred my homeland in the eons since our birth. And I remember these evils well. Many of them pain me still. But that is a talk for another time. I will not burden your court with darkness unless it is your wish to hear it.”
Here, Celuêl trailed off again. She became lost in the memories of those old days, days of blood and death and ruin. So much had been lost, so many atrocities committed. Narimi recognized that distant look, having held it herself many times. She patiently waited. The Firstborn knew that these kinds of wounds could not be assuaged by another. They had to be conquered by the sufferer alone. And so the two ancient souls stood there in silence across from each other, meters between them and yet worlds apart, for many minutes. At last the elf spoke again.
>>47108479
“Alas, I did not witness the birth of Men myself. For by the time they came with the rising of the Sun and the beginning of the First Age, I had already begun my travel of the planes. And when I at last I did return to Eä, my little brothers and sisters had already grown. Kingdoms had risen and fallen in my absence, and the dominion of Man had begun.”
The planeswalker bowed her head and sighed. “And that, Narimi of Mecratheen, is the tale of my world as I knew it, in a few short breaths. It exists still, and will continue to exist for many ages. But it is no more my home now than any other plane I have known. The home I knew ended long ago. There is a saying that the humans of many planes use; ‘Home is where the heart is’. And my heart is now in my travels.”
The Eldar looked up into Narimi’s amber eyes, and smiled at the Firstborn.
“Now comes my second question; Do you like tea, Narimi of Mecratheen?”
>>47108555
And there it is. Let me know what you think.
>>47108456
Well, I used "the boy" and "the man" a lot as I couldn't go into a lot of detail about the two without mixing up who I'm referring to when trying not to give away the point that they are similar. But, you did say that you understood why I went that route.
I'll probably get into why the Temporal Mages are fuck ups one day. And show just how powerful they are at time control magic. But, they are only easy for the son of one of the most powerful chronomancers ever. And I'll probably get into what makes her so great as well. But, the part that they were defeated so easily while supposedly being badasses that can potentially break time seems a bit paced over.
A subtle hint to Lord Æeon's increasing power is in two parts. The first being that the our first encounter with him, time is frozen in the house. Now, it could be limited to only the house, or it could be extended to unknown distances. But, we are only privy to the house. And when we encounter him for the second time, we see that time is frozen all around the plane.
Another hint to how powerful the Temporal Mages are is that all life is frozen in time as well with the exception of themselves.
Æeon kills all time manipulators regardless of where they come from, but the Tolarian Academy specializes in teaching them. So, they are his biggest target.
And he uses temporal magic because it's what he's most proficient at using. As well as it's the quickest way to kill a Temporal Mage. They can manipulate time itself. So, you must use time against them. As for compiling the problem, of course he is, but once he is the very last one, he has no need to use temporal magic anymore and it can die with him.
>>47108456
>>47108695
The death of his mother isn't only essential to his spark igniting. But, it also gives him motivation to become as great as he does before learning the truth. And it also gives the Tolarian Academy good reason to train him. Which turns out, unbeknownst to everyone except Lord Æeon, that they are training. Their future destroyer.
How else is a gloomy guy, who cannot have a normal life until his messiah-complex mission is over, ever going to amuse himself?
>>47108695
>>47108722
That's one hell of a mission. Kill every blue mage who overuses a time stop spell. Probably never gonna get 'em all, given how fuckhuge the multiverse is.
Guess that means time is fucked in the long end of things.
>>47108798
Yes, but that's the beauty of time travel. He can kill a fuckton of them all at exactly the same time. And yes, it's going to be significantly longer for him than to everyone else.
>>47108826
So he ended up killing the heads of the Tolarian Academy in the big reveal. Hadn't be basically ended the biggest target then and there?
>>47108870
When Teferi was still alive and active? Might be a little hard.
Oh wow, even more time mages. we only have Zix, the retard dragon, father time, and now this guy.
>>47109018
Hey, four dudes is enough for a Gatewatch.
Or a steel-cage deathmatch.
>>47109119
>>47109018
You forgot the Italian chick.
>>47109119
>>47109018
>>47109267
So, is Aeon gonna hunt down all of the time mages on the flake sheet?
I'm starting to think I should have posted my flake's story directly to the thread instead of just linking a pastebin. I was afraid it might be too long.
OP here. I'm stupid tired right now. But I will update the repo in the morning. Just keep the thread alive until then.
>>47108555
Plenty to work with, unfortunately I have a lot of work today. I'll try to get round to writing a response as and when I can.
>>47109907
No problem. Heh, I think you and I are in very different timezones. I'm just getting ready to go to bed.
>>47109915
BST - it's 6am here, I just woke up.
>>47110051
EST. It's 1:09 AM here. I should really sleep because I need to wake up for work in 5 hours O_o
>>47109281
>>47109267
To be fair, Fiorenza is a really janky time mage. Less fancy extra turn spells, more weird split second shenanigans.
Incidentally, that's actually why I made her. I thought her art looked like a split second card.
Reading this thread is making me sleepy.
Post flake rivalries.
>>47110654
I'll offer up one of my flakes for a potential rival scenario:
Remes, whose rivalry would be versus someone else that would be likely trying to steal the same artifacts that he is.
>>47110654
Well, my fish is already buddy-cop'd with the tree, but I think they'd have a bit of a rivalry going too, or at least a constant back-and-forth on why they liberate. The fish, doing it for the sake of ambition, discovery and vengeance, the tree for the sake of returning things to what they once were or how they should be, sorta an at-odds pair of opinions as to whether people should be freed because of what they want versus what they need.
>>47111343
Kind of seeing an Murdock vs Remes scenario.
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>>47088738
>>47088705
>>47088680
>OP OP, I SUMMON THEE. PLACE THIS FILE IN THE REPOSITORY.
>>47110654
Nishal would be Makayel, because of the whole Phyrexia thing.
I don't know who would make a good rival for Iosha. Anybody want a rival for their flake?
>>47103920
what does silver havee to do with anything?
>>47103205
>>47103481
So Oldwalkers were immortal?
>>47112623
Very. And they were nigh unkillable.
>>47108456
>1. Why kill every powerful temporal mage if its just the Tolarians who are gonna fuck shit up? Or is it any use of temporal magic is gonna kill time? If that's the case, why does Aeon use it so brazenly? Isn't he just adding to the problem?
Shamalamayanalan-tier twist: Aeon's the temporal mage who's going to end up killing time
>>47112607
Silver is the only material that can survive time travel in mtg.
>>47112623
Pretty much. Teferi survives getting his essence shattered by Nicol Bolas and reforms mere seconds later, Bolas himself was almost slain but lingered as consciousness only on during the whole brother's war, invasion, and odyssey timelines and came back in time spiral, Leshrac was thought to be slain more than once and springed back in the end of Future Sight, Urza managed to survive as head only, and so on.
>>47112623
Godhood would be a step down. They were generally the greatest known entities in the multiverse.
>>47112623
>>47112684
>>47112717
>>47112810
Premending Planeswalkers weren't immortal in the sense that they couldn't be killed. Usually only by the hands of another planeswalker, themselves, or one of the power stones.
Urza had his head cut off and survived ONLY because the mightstone and meakstone were still keeping him alive. And when he gave them up to power the Legacy Weapon, then he died. Sacrificing his spark to Karn as well.
So, they can live forever if they are not killed. But, it's very unlikely one will be killed, not impossible, but highly unlikely.
>>47112717
Teferi time travels.
New flake!
>>47113183
Forgot pic. --__--;
>>47113069
>Teferi time travels.
While events in Time Spiral can cause you to call this technically accurate, it really isn't. He gets to peer through time via one of the dominarian rifts.
>Premending Planeswalkers weren't immortal in the sense that they couldn't be killed. Usually only by the hands of another planeswalker, themselves, or one of the power stones.
Things that have permakilled pre-mending planeswalkers
>Stabbed by a thief, gave into despair (Serra)
>Knife to the Skull (Dyfed)
>Soul used to fuel bomb (Tevesh Szat, Taysir)
>Lasers from a Mecha (Kristina of the Woods, Daria)
>Death Cloud Yawgmoth (Commodore Guff)
>Lab Accident (Feroz)
>Lim-Dûl (Kenan Sahrmal)
>Time Rifts (Lord Windgrace, Freyalise, Jeska, Leshrac)
>Planeswalker Battles (Faralyn, Liana of Minorad)
>Fireball (Manatarqua)
>Self Sacrifice, more or less (Bo Levar, Urza)
>>47113198
>>47113183
And another new flake of mine. >__>
>>47113551
Pwer through time? That nigga travelled hundreds of years into the future and took the entire island of Jamuraa, the Tolarian Academy and part of the island of Shiv with him on this magical journey.
>>47113198
Some more bio would be appreciated, i think.
>>47113551
Serra was killed by another planeswalker.
The knife that killed Dyfed was a Powerstone.
Tevesh was killed by a planeswalker.
Daria was killed by a planeswalker.
Guff was killed by Yawgmoth, who was a god.
I'm tired of going down the list. They will all killed by Planeswalkers, stones, or Yawgmoth, who is more powerful than a planeswalker. Fuck this shit.
>>47113900
Maybe later. I'm at work.
>>47113925
Yeah no pressure, it was just an advice.
>>47113912
>The knife that killed Dyfed was a Powerstone.
To be fair, the knife didn't actually kill her. It just incapacitated her. After being gruesomely disected and taken off life support did she finally allow herself to die.
Is granny swamp-anon around?
OP HERE
I'm at work now, but I will update the repo in a few hours.
>>47114317
You do Urza's work my good OP, DIOMEDES be with you.
>>47113822
Dude sat out hundreds of years by being phased out and took large parts of Jamuraa and Shiv with him. Those parts of Jamuraa... did not come back right. It's about as much like suspended animation as it is time travel.
>>47113912
You can shout "planeswalker" all you want, I was more interested in the exact CoD. Even then Feroz is probably the most notable "died like a chump"
You kill a pre-mending 'walker by
a) Fucking up their soul. Urza's kill-rubricks do this to Szat and Taysir, as did Lim-Dûl to score his PW-kill.
b) Fucking up their heads. This is how Dyfed gets taken out, planeswalker can't do shit while their brain is being scrambled -- Radha actually nearly offs Teferi this way in time spiral but she pulls her knife back out of his head and he can regenerate from that.
c) Reducing them to chunky salsa in one good hit. This is how Kristina and Feroz bite it. If a PW goes from "Fine" to "Dead" instantly their regeneration does not matter.
The source of the kill shot doesn't matter, but it has to come in one of those forms. A random goblin with a few sticks of dynamite could theoretically take out a PW, though most PWs wouldn't be lame enough to get hit by such a shitty attack.
I don't suppose there's any stories/story snippets of Black/White Senator Armstrong around?
>>47114733
Why would there be?
