Phyrexian Aftermath (IC/Accepting Via OOC)

[King of Nothing]

[url=http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/254392-phyrexia-aftermath-mtg-rp-ooc-threadnot-startedaccepting/]OOC Thread[/url]

The plane Mirrodin has been infected with the mighty Phyrexians. These creatures have forced their way into the bodies of citizens, rotting them and turning them into puppets for the great Phyrexia movement. As the war raged on, the numbers of Mirrodins, the original inhabitors of the plane Mirrodin, began to shrink at a rapid pace. Soon, the numbers went from 90% Mirrodin and 10% Phyrexian to 90% Phyrexian and 10% Mirrodin. The numbers kept shrinking, until only one was left. The very essence of Mirrodin. The creator, and destroyer, of the artificing world.

Karn.

In Karn's final attempt to beat the Phyrexians and save his homeworld, he sent out a message to the past for Mirrodins to be well prepared for war. Now, with their armies ready, the war once again began. However, Karn was the first to die, and with his death, the plane itself began to corrupt. The same future was being carried out, but there was no longer a savior. Mirrodin soon became "New Phyrexia", a horrid wasteland of poisonous acid, toxic swamps and corroded mountains.

A few years had past, and Chandra, a Red Planeswalker, had hidden in Mirrodin to run from Jace. Jace had found her, though, and began his search. What he didn't expect was to find the lure of Phyrexia. As he began to search for information, he constantly got the message "The only way to know what we know is to join us". Jace, an extremely intelligent being always looking for new information, had given up his will for the knowledge to find Chandra.

He had attempted to trick the Phyrexians, and evacuate the area once he got the information he lost, but he became mad. The knowledge he gained was knowledge that nobody else knew. He found ways to torture and corrupt his foes at a much faster pace than before. He ran out of test dummies, though, and began to practice on himself. The whispers of Phyrexia had convinced him to corrupt his very mind, and Jace became a weapon of Phyrexia.

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Chandra was angered at the lack of discipline with the few members of the mirrodin resistance that were left. "You're all worthless!" She shot flames towards the members, causing them to run away. She looked to her side at the new planeswalkers that had appeared, off to help Chandra defeat Jace and the Phyrexians. Meanwhile, Jace was reading scrolls about the Phyrexians, and learning how to summon them to fight for himself. Being blue limited his possibilities, but they were still there.

[Immortal Chaos]

There was a loud shrieking followed by scream after scream of agony echoing in the air. Garmr walked over the decaying land of his beloved home, watching one of his subordinates clutching it's arm as the flesh started to crack, letting the yellowish-green ooze star to seep onto the creature's skin. The beast howled and writhed in pain as the decay of the muscle, the veins, and even bones slowly crept up it's arm. The thing's multiple eyes looked to Garmr as the planeswalker squatted to the side of it, a twisted smirk on his face. The rotting flesh and decaying muscle crept up to the beast's elbow, or what one could assume was it's elbow, as its eyes looked with terror. In an act of instinct, it's own claws dug into the putrefying flesh and ripped it away at the joint. Muscle tore from healthy muscle, skin, came right off, and a black, viscous ooze slowly seeped from the now exposed blood vessels in the beast's body. Garmr shook his head as his crimson eyes looked to his subordinate, still writhing in pain, but now from it's own doing.

"Ori'gato nindol tlu natha vreza ulu dos, Usstan xun naut saph ulu tlu disapointed. Usstan belbaus dos natha jahk fuu'ux, lu'dos gumash naut tangis'quanth ol doeb. Lu'oh xun dos talinth nindel morfethe uns'aa lor?" He spoke in his fluent Phyrexian tongue. The beast shrieked and screamed at his commander as one of Garmr's talon like fingers slowly drew closer to the beast's chest, circling around where the thing's heart was, the organ racing as the thing watched. " Ji, ulu dajakk nindol duanda....dos orn yaith l'obokurl valzu Usstan shlu'ta talinth d'." His palm latched itself onto the thing's skin, as the stench of rotting and decay filled the air.

The beast shrieked and thrashed, but Garmr's hand stayed firmly in place as the flesh cracked under his touch, letting the black ooze seep out before turning to a yellowish-green ooze, and its chest heaved as the putrification started working into it's lungs. It gasped and sputtered incoherently as Garmr's hand started pushing in under the flesh, making his way to the heart as his fingers wrapped around it. He squeezed as the plague he carried in his skin now coursed through the beast's blood, speeding up the process he had started. He pulled his hand out of the thing's chest and stood up, shaking the blood from his skin, looking to another of his subordinates. "Inbau nindol klez doeb d'ghil...." And with that, he turned and walked off, leaving the now decayed corpse of his subordinate to the whims of Phyrexian wild life.

[spoiler=Translation]"Let this be a lesson to you, I do not like to be disapointed. I gave you a simple task, and you could not even fill it out. How do you think that makes me look?"

"So, to fix this mistake....you will pay the highest cost I can think of."

"Get this thing out of here...."[/spoiler]

[radio414]

Taseer, the Scribe. Few on Mirrodin knew this name. Not that she failed to reveal it, but it was more that she went unseen when recording the history of this metallic plane. It wasn't a requirement to do so, or so the whispering praetor had claimed. But to Taseer, remaining passive around Phyrexia and its aggressiveness was how she was able to record the teachings/heresies (depending on who you asked) of the Grand Cenobite. She had to go through multiple underlings, diplomacy as her main weapon, going through Elesh's priests, and finally to someone high up enough to grant Taseer access to one of the few archives New Phyrexia had.

But that was in the past. Now, Taseer was finishing up the final lines of the besieged Mirrodin.
"'Yes, my lord. Overwhelmingly, my lord' Thus ended the Mirran-Phyrexian war."

Taseer looked up from her etherium tablet, not expecting to see anything other than The Great Furnace. The Hidden Praetor was one of the three remaining Praetors that she needed access to for the completion of her record, and she had a feeling that this may be the hardest one to reach. Besides being called "Urabrask, The Hidden," there was the small fact that somewhere in that furnace, there were the Mirran resistance was in there, something that Urabrask had willingly allowed.

Then something caught her eye. It was leaving the Furnace, which was strange. She got closer. It was no compleated goblin, despite its initial appearance. She got closer, making sure that the creature did not notice her.

Leaping out, she grabbed it by the arm, and threw it to the ground. Thus marked the first time Taseer used physical force on the metallic plane. Letting go quickly, to avoid touching any of the oil leaking out of the creature's skin, she asked a simple question, "Who do you work for?"

No response. That was ok, she had just about assumed the answer anyway. Elesh Norn had no quarrel with Urabrask, despite preaching against his philosophy. At least, that's what the archives claimed.

Vorinclex appeared to stupid to spy on another Praetor. Even Glissa has things to do that didn't involve a Praetor.

Sheoldred was busy with six other thanes, so she probably wouldn't devote resources to someone still labled as an ally.

Urabrask probably wouldn't spy on himself.

That left Jin-Gitaxias, Core Augur. He definitely had a problem with Urabrask existing, not unlike the feud between Jace Beleren and Chandra Nalaar. The Core Augur also needed the information, being the most paranoid of the five Praetors of New Phyrexia.

With that settled, Taseer headed towards the location of Jin-Gitaxias, leaving the spy behind with a broken arm.

[Premier Alexander Romanov]

Itsu dived through the planes, passing strange worlds and locales. One glimpse gave her a stunning cliffside view of a geologically-devastated world, while another allowed her to see the outside of an ancient Shinto shrine in the middle of a huge forest. She then appeared in a huge desert filled with strange images floating about the harsh sandy winds, then popped into existence just a few feet away from a snow-covered cliff in a massive mountain range surrounded by blizzards. Before she impacted, she fell into a lovely meadow, and was about to enjoy the company of the strange deer-like beast approaching her, but she then fell further and further, through a bustling market, and underground city, and strips of floating land until she started screaming from the fires she was now in.
She wished she could go further, but it seemed like her amulet, the source of her ability to travel in between realms, was finally able to compensate for the mana, and was slowing down and stabilizing. Unfortunately, this was not the best place to stop. She watched the inferno around her burn her clothing as the outer layers of her nanites melted her and the heat damaged her ability to shape her body into new configurations, which also threatened what little of her was still organic. Finally, she dropped out of the hell and landed in a stone courtyard with what appeared to be wizards. One of them cast a freezing spell at her, cooling her off. The ice that now encased her soothed the burning, until she warped again, and landed in a strange world of what appeared to be plants, until what was left of her damaged body touched a tree trunk, and she discovered it was metal. She crawled to a series of razor-sharp flowers and simply collapsed into a metallic blob, absorbing their mass into her own as her surviving nanites consumed the exotic, mana-enriched metals. Little did she know that she was now filled with a tiny bit of green mana. She started to rebuild herself into her natural form, a red and black-haired humanoid, until a strange metallic beast leapt at her, and her amulet teleported her out of harm's way.
She emerged just above a field of literal blades of grass, impaling her body on the steel plants and just narrowly missing her vitals. Her nanites consumed the grass as well, replacing the tiny bit of green mana with much more white mana. Just as she emerged from the razorgrass onto a road, she saw some sort of procession approaching, and she teleported from the scene, landing on a rocky landscape of rusty metal. She examined the rusty metal and absorbed some of it into herself to complete her repairs, now acquiring red mana. Her normally burgundy hair changed to a bright crimson while her black highlights became white, while her blue eye had a faint tinge of green. She then looked out to see a crevice heading deep into the planet, but the rusted edge gave way, and she tumbled into the abyss, passing by constructs working until she was about to land on a massive metallic spider. Her amulet, once again, teleported her out of trouble.
Finally, she landed in a strange world with a darkened sky and oddly organic metal structures around her. She then turned to see odd blue metal beasts leading humanoid prisoners somewhere, but one of them spotted her. She tried to get away, but the leader of the beasts cast some sort of spell, and brought her before him.
[color=#0000FF]"Hello, my little fleshling. What brings you here?"[/color]
[color=#FF0000]"N-N-Nothing. Nothing at all."[/color]
[color=#0000FF]"What a curious amulet you have around your neck? May I see it?"[/color]
He grabbed her neck with his talons, and tried to pull the golden amulet with its mystical emerald inside away, but she resisted, until the amulet tried to teleport her out of danger. However, one of the leader's assistants cast a spell, and Itsu felt herself free...but without her amulet.
She emerged from the tunnel she had appeared in, weeping, only to tumble once more and roll to the feet of something warm. She looked up to see a fiery woman standing in the middle of a group of odd-looking, metal-wearing humans. She slowly got up, naked, but without any body hair, or anything that would need to be covered, like nipples, to start off. She blushed and waved to the fire-woman. [color=#FF0000]"H-Hi."[/color]
Meanwhile, the Exarch that had been leading some captured Mirrans to the Lumengrid for experimentation rushed through the dark corridors until he found him, and he knelt before the ex-mage.
[color=#0000FF]"Sub-Praetor Jace, I found this on what appeared to be a planeswalker!"[/color]
He presented him with the golden amulet with its softly-glowing circular emerald in the center, depicting what appeared to be an eclipse.
[color=#0000FF]"If I am reading the energies of this artifact correctly, it allows one to planeswalk without needing a spark! The emerald, which is alive, IS the spark! Isn't this just glorious? We need to tell Praetor Jin immediately! We can use this to spread the will of the Father of Machines across the planes, without needing our own planeswalkers!"[/color]