As with all magic the gathering sets, Eathouria
has a lore story to go with it. Episode 1: Arrival
written by Arceus8523
proofread by @Tigersol
In this story we will follow the elf planeswalker and Gatewatch member, Nissa Revane, immediately following the events of Hour of Devastation. Near-death by the end of the battle, she has fled Amonkhet by planeswalking away to a random plane, saving her life but getting her lost in the process.
Nissa’s eyes fluttered open, a dull soreness pulsing through her body. Recollections of the fight with Bolas came pack to her and she startled to her feet from… a bed? Wait. How had she gotten here? Normally she was just sort of… out in the open when she arrived on a plane. Granted, this planeswalk had happened more or less unconsciously—she blacked out at some point after leaving Amonkhet—so what plane was she on exactly?
She checked her surroundings. The room was quaint and made primarily of wood, a carpet adorning the floor immediately under her but not covering the whole room. There was a small wood table with a wood cup of water prepared on it, seemingly for her, she hoped. She took a sip of the drink. It was still cold. She looked more. There was unfortunately no windows and thus no way to tell of what the world outside the room was like. However, there was a door, cracked open slightly to show it was unlocked invitingly to the rest of the building. Her staff was cropped up on a wall next to it. She took it without hesitation. She began to theorize she had been found and taken to somebody’s residence, but who?
Not wanting to leave the room just yet, she decided to see if she could meet the plane personally and connect with its leylines. She was definitely still weak, though, so she expected it may take some time before she was successfully able to do so. Still, she hoped this plane wouldn’t resist her call as Amonkhet had. She set a hand gently to the ground and was almost immediately tugged in. Whatever plane this was, it seemed eager to have her here, almost too eager.
She fell into the land easily. This place called itself Eathouria, but other than that it was hard to garner a general feel for the plane, even if it wasn’t resisting her or pushing her away. At one moment it would be playful and childlike, similar to Zendikar, but the next moment it would be somber and quiet. It was as if this plane suffered from some kind of multiple personality disorder, a constantly shifting nature. Still, all these “personalities” equally shared one thing: they wanted her here. The plane saw her as the solution, at least in part, to a growing darkness, some twisted, writhing thing slowly overtaking the plane. This thing did not engage her, but it did seem to notice she had come. It was less a knot, like Emrakul had been, and more like slimy tentacles of a beast shrouded in darkness.
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